Blast it to the Back Row

*Jet Star's POV*

They should be back by now! It was a simple run, like we've done a hundred times or more.. They should be back! "Any sign yet?" I asked Grace, for what was probably the dozenth time. I was worried! Sue me!
Grace shook her head, her curls bouncing wildly "No!.." She sounded scared ".. Where are they dad?"
"I don't know.." I walked over to her and put my arm around her shoulders ".. I'm sure they'll be back soon.." I wasn't sure! ".. Probably a problem with 8 legs" I didn't think it was the car; Frank had checked it over just this morning, but I didn't want Grace to worry like I was.
"Hope so" She murmured, resting her head on my shoulder as we stood there, watching the horizon for the familiar grey car, and any sign of their return.
It was getting dark now. They should be back!

*Party's POV*

Pain! That was the first thing I was aware of after everything went black.
Sick! That was the second.
I tried to open my eyes, but the effort just made my head hurt.
I could hear what sounded like talking, but it was muffled and distant, and I couldn't make out who it was, or what they were saying.
What had happened anyway? Why did I feel like my chest was ripped open?.. And where were the others?
I tried to speak, to ask what was going on, but I'm pretty sure I only managed a weak groaning noise.
The talking stopped, then I felt a warm hand on my face, and someone spoke close to my ear, but it was still too muffled to hear properly. Guess it's me that's the problem then.
I tried again to speak. Again, nothing more than a groan escaped my lips.
This could not be good!
A flash of memory filled my mind. The supply run! The dracs!.. Getting shot!
Fuck! I remember now.. No wonder it hurts.
Someone's moving me. Shit!.. Don't do that.. It really hurts!
I groaned again, and the movement stopped. Thank you.
I wish I could open my eyes, cos I'm not even sure if whoever is here is friend, or foe.
Is it Frank and Mikey? Or is it dracs?
I really hope it's the former, cos if it's the latter, then that could mean that my brother, and my boyfriend, are dead.. and that's something I just couldn't live with.
I brought them to the pick-up.. I was supposed to keep them safe.
Please God, let them be safe.
Everything was fading away again, the voices and the pain were slipping away.
Was that a good thing, or bad?
Right now, I can't find it in me to care.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl here..

I fancied writing a little filler for you, just so you know that we didn't forget this fic. Hope that's ok?..

Anyway.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out motor babies!
<3 Love ya!