A/N new Kames fic yay! :D and the plagiarizing has stopped, so… maybe this will be more than one chapter. MAYBE! Lol :D

Also, while reading this chapter, I suggest you go on YouTube and listen to "12 – Alexi Murdoch". Without that song, this story wouldn't exist! It's been my muse. :)

"I'll see you back at 2J."

Kendall leaned into the car and kissed James softly, knowing his boyfriend was near sleep and knowing that he needed it after a long day of harmonizing.

"Will you be long?" James asked sleepily.

Kendall shook his head with a smile. "I'm just gonna go get a prescription for my allergies and pick up the meds before spring really hits," he told James quietly. "Then I'll be right there beside you, okay? Don't wait up."

James nodded, and his eyes slid shut. Kendall stroked the hair off his forehead and smiled at Logan and Carlos.

"Please don't let him wait up."

"We'll try our best," Logan said. "But you know James."

"Yeah." Kendall smiled. "I do."

If Kendall had known what would next transpire, he would have wrenched his friends and boyfriend from the car and made them come to the chemist with him. If he'd known, he might have kissed James harder, trying to impress some comfort before he even needed it.

But Kendall didn't know.

And Kendall couldn't fix everything.

"Thanks," Kendall said as he grabbed his allergy medicine off the counter and headed to the car. Mrs. Knight smiled at him from the front seat.

"All done?"

"Yeah. Let's go home." Kendall was anxious to be with James, who was undoubtedly either asleep or waiting up for him. It didn't matter; Kendall just liked being with him. He looked in the rear view mirror and found Katie asleep in the back seat. He smiled.

"Looks like James wasn't the only one exhausted from today," he said, in reference to Katie's numerous auditions for a part in a TV show, anything, so long as Bitters would let her stay in the Palm Woods school.

Kendall took out his phone and dialed James' number, wanting to hear his voice. A cold feeling had settled in the pit of his stomach, and he shrunk into the seat. Once he heard James' voice, he would be fine, he decided.

"Hey! This is James Diamond, The Face and resident champion of Biohazard Blast Four, Kendall Knight's boyfriend, and I can't come to the phone right now! Leave a message and I'll get back to you when my busy schedule lets me."

James, Kendall thought with a smile, shaking his head at the answer machine message. He decided not to leave a message and stared out the front window.

He was beginning to nod off when he heard sirens.

Kendall opened his eyes.

Red strobes were lighting up the highway ahead of them, lighting up the highway and the cars. The cars, which were flipped over and slammed into an oil tanker, the cars which were missing doors and windows and glass, the cars which were crushed beyond recognition, the cars that had people in them, people that were screaming.

Kendall had flung the door open even before Mrs. Knight had stopped her own car; he hit the pavement hard, felt the shock jolt up through his ankles as he scrambled upright and ran towards the wreck, stopping short of the oil tanker.

Oil.

Oil was flammable.

There was fire everywhere. Glass glittering like tiny diamonds against the black backdrop of the tarmac. The metal of the cars glinted hotly and ferociously in the light, reflecting Kendall's face right back at him, terrified and pale.

"JAMES!"

The scream wrenched its way from his throat before he had even realised what had happened; He scanned the area desperately, heart thudding a staccato beat in his chest, head swimming, concentration blown to hell by this scene of destruction. He thought wildly for a moment – maybe James got home, he should be home by now, maybe he's just asleep and that's why he didn't answer the phone, he's probably safe in bed and I'm just overreacting – and then Kendall saw it.

The van that had contained the camera crew for shooting their new music video lay half tipped over, leaning against a BMW on an insane angle, the drivers' side windows pointing towards the concrete, dangerously close to the oil tanker, all the windows smashed. Kendall could see the driver in the front seat, eyes glazed over, blood splattered over the windshield.

Kendall was almost too afraid to look into the front seat where James had been; he was afraid of what he would find there, afraid that he would find James dead and slumped like the driver, afraid that it would be James mangled beyond belief when the last image Kendall had of his boyfriend was him resting peacefully in that very same spot. Kendall didn't want to look but his panic forced his eyes every which way, taking in the briefest flashes of imagery that he would never forget.

James' seat was empty.

Kendall put a hand over his mouth and choked with relief. James's seat was empty. That meant James had either gotten out of the car before impact – not likely – or James had managed to crawl out of the car after impact. Which meant James could still be hurt, somewhere, disoriented.

The thought did nothing to comfort Kendall, who felt his panic levels rise until he was choking on the air around him, tasting the smoke and feeling it cloud his lungs and hearing people's screams echoing through his ears. It wasn't just Big Time Rush's van that had been hit; there were ten other cars here, on the road, all in various states of annihilation.

"JAMES!"

His mother went to grab his arm but Kendall tore free, heading for the van, feeling his shoes stick to the concrete. He didn't know whether it was blood binding him down or whether it was oil from the tanker or the sticky petrol from cars; all he knew was that that van was missing a passenger and that that passenger was his boyfriend who he loved and who he'd almost lost once already to a rapist and he wasn't gonna let this happen, not in a million fucking years, not as long as he lived, not as long as there was still air in his God-given lungs-

"James!"

Kendall saw, to his horror, that although James' seat was empty, it couldn't have been because James had escaped the wreck. The door was warped beyond recognition, as was the driver's side door. The windshield was blown outwards, but there was too much glass for anyone to have crawled out from there.

Kendall searched for an explanation, a reason, as to why James wasn't in the seat when he couldn't have possibly escaped from any of the front windows. He realised he was standing on the passenger's side and that the oil was beginning to stink and he didn't know if it was because the fire was getting closer or because he was getting more and more afraid with every second that ticked by without knowing what had happened to James.

And then he saw it.

A flash of chestnut in the side mirror had him racing around to the other side of the van, and he stopped for a moment, unable to believe his eyes.

James was halfway out the rear window, one arm braced against the thin windowsill of the van, the other searching for a handhold to get himself out. The lights from police cars and the recently arrived ambulances lit up James' face.

There was blood everywhere.

"James, James, oh my God, James." Kendall suddenly became aware of the whimpers tearing themselves from his throat, already abused from all the screaming, and he rushed forward. He barely got close enough to see properly when James' arm tightened around his neck, finally finding the handhold he sought so desperately.

"Put your other arm around my neck," Kendall instructed shakily.

"Kendall," James mumbled.

"I've got you, I've got you," Kendall chanted as he coaxed James' arm down around his shoulders. James wriggled slightly and Kendall began to pull his boyfriend through the window slowly, not wanting to do any more damage than what James had already apparently suffered in the impact.

James slipped limply from the window, and Kendall grabbed his boyfriend's thighs with each hand, guiding them up around his waist. It was an awkward position but not one he wasn't familiar with; now wasn't the time to think about that, though. He carried James away, feeling the wet stickiness of James' blood against the side of his neck.

"Kendall, hurts."

"I've got you, James."

He set James down and saw that the paramedics were already heading for the van, and felt confident that they would rescue Carlos and Logan as well, who had been in the back. He turned his attention to James.

"What hurts?"

"Everything."

"Be specific."

But Kendall didn't need James to speak to see that the inner thigh of James' left leg was torn and scratched like a wild animal had been at it for a good while; blood was pumping through the torn skin at an alarming rate, soaking his jeans.

Kendall unzipped his sweatshirt and bundled it, placing it against James' thigh and applying pressure. James hissed and closed his eyes. James' disorientation and sluggishness suddenly made sense to Kendall; his boyfriend was losing blood.

A lot of blood.

A lot of blood very fast.

"How did you get this?"

"The window." James shook his head confusedly, staring up at Kendall through eyes that had blood all around them and dripping into them. "I tried the front windshield. I got cut."

"You tried the front windshield first?"

"Yeah." James wrapped an arm around Kendall's neck and pulled him close. James was shivering. Kendall tied off the sweatshirt.

"James, we have to get you to an ambulance. You're bleeding out, really fast. We need to stem the blood."

"Okay."

Kendall lifted James up and began to stagger over to one of the many waiting ambulances. James shivered in his arms and when he laid his head against Kendall's shoulder, his forehead pressing to the side of Kendall's jaw, Kendall could feel how cold and clammy he was.

He put James down on a stretcher that was provided and hurried to keep up as it was wheeled away. The paramedics didn't object when he climbed in with them, pulling out his phone. He messaged Mrs. Knight to let her know he was heading to the hospital with James.

"Alright, kid, what's your name?"

"James Diamond," James mumbled, searching for Kendall's hand beneath a blanket. He found it and stilled, looking around with glassy eyes.

"Birthday?"

"January 27th, 1994."

"Where did you grow up?"

"Minnesota."

"And your current address?"

"I live at the Palm Woods. 2J."

The paramedic cut off the leg of James' jeans and applied a pressure pad while another flashed a penlight into James' honey-gray eyes. James flinched from the light, but not before Kendall had the chance to see both pupils constrict evenly.

"He's lost a lot of blood," the first paramedic said, continuing to press on James' thigh. "He's gonna need a transfusion as soon as we get to the hospital. What's his blood type?"

It took Kendall a second to realise the question was directed at him, and he had to swallow and clear his throat before responding, "A positive."

"What's your blood type, kid? He needs it straight away, depending on the type we can give yours to him.

"I'm A negative, is that a match?" Kendall asked desperately. James' hand was trembling weakly within his own, like a broken baby bird, and Kendall was desperate to help.

"It's a match. Are you a virgin?"

"Yes," Kendall lied, because the only person he'd ever had sex with was James, so what did it matter? Any disease either of them had now belonged to the other.

"Normally we'd test it but we can't afford to under these conditions," the paramedic said, beginning to set up a weird-looking machine. "Right, what we're going to do is transfer the blood directly from you and into him."

"Okay, alright."

Kendall was vaguely aware of a needle poking into his arm barely a minute later, too busy watching his blood flow through the machine and into James, who had broken into a cold sweat. The pressure bandage had turned a bright red, suggesting to Kendall that maybe an artery was severed, but if so wouldn't James have died much sooner?

"Kendall?" James questioned, teeth clicking together. He must be cold.

"I'm right here."

"Did you do something stupid?"

"No," Kendall said. "Just saved your life."

James smiled painfully, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. "I suppose that's not so stupid," he said faintly. "I really don't feel all that well."

"I know, James."

"My head hurts. So does my leg."

"Just relax, you're gonna be fine."

James squeezed his hand and closed his eyes. Kendall wanted to beg him to stay awake, but decided instead on kissing James' hand discreetly while the paramedics were practically yelling into their transmitters. Kendall had never been in an ambulance before.

All he knew about ambulances was that they took his father to hospital and his father was dead upon arrival. That was all he knew.

And all he really knew now was that James was still shaking like a leaf and that Kendall himself was feeling faint from the lack of blood.

The only thing that fuelled him on was knowing that his blood was the only thing keeping James alive.

A/N good? Bad? A pathetic excuse for more kames angst? I'm gonna try and have more Cargan in this story (the oneshot is halfway written already). Please please PLLEEEEAAASSEEE review! Flames will be used to make s'mores, and plagiarizing will be met with EXTREME RAGE.

And thanks to all you guys who wished me luck on my exams. Only two to go! :D