Disclaimer: I never do this but I really loved the one-shot! I thought it was amazing and I wanted to share with you guys! Full credit goes to @sliverflare07 on Fanfiction.Net AGAIN, I did not write this and I am not stealing the writers hard work. I am just sharing it and giving her full credit. Enjoy! :)
It's late; his fans had wanted several different encores. All of which he'd been happy to provide for them. People finally want more of him. His career is finally just that; a career. He's on the radio, his face is on posters around the mall and other places where he's been known to perform, and Trish is in the middle of negotiations with a record company. He's going to give a concert, a real concert, and if it does well enough he'll have a record deal and a first album, featuring many of the songs that Ally has written for him over the past two years.
It's finally happening and it's amazing.
He's speeding down the highway, the top of his black convertible down so the wind can rush past them. The car had been a gift from his parents for both his 16th birthday and for his success in the music business. It had also been his father's way of apologizing for not believing in his son earlier. From beside him in the passenger seat, Ally turns the music on the radio up, letting out a cheer as she throws her hands up, clearly still on the same adrenaline high from the successful performance as Austin himself is. He glances over at the pretty brunette and smiles as she laughs out loud. She's positively glowing in the light of the full moon.
It's not just amazing, Austin realizes, it's perfect.
Then suddenly there's the screech of brakes, not Austin's, and Ally's laugh is suddenly a scream that makes Austin's heart stop. A force is shoving him to the side violently and there's the terrible, sickening sound of glass shattering and metal crunching together.
And then it's black.
-/-
The first thing he sees when he wakes up is Ally standing at his bedside, holding his hand.
He tries to smile at her and she returns it with a weak smile of her own. She reaches out and gently brushes his bangs back from his forehead. He closes his eyes and savors her warmth. He feels like she's his lifeline, his life support, and not the various machines he can feel attached to him. As long as Ally is there, no matter what's wrong, he'll be fine. That's comforting, because, while he's definitely groggy (probably due to something sliding into his body from one of the IVs), he's coherent enough to remember that he and his best friend were in a car crash. And car crashes are generally not very good.
He's about to ask Ally a question when the door opens and a doctor walks in. The doctor ignores the presence of the brunette and Austin is glad. He wants Ally to stay with him, gripping his hand, while the doctor tells him whatever news he needs to hear. The doctor asks him all the normal questions: his name, his address, if he can remember what happened. Things that have nothing to do with Austin's physical condition, but can tell the doctor most everything he needs to know about his mental one.
When the doctor finishes his verbal examination, Austin asks the one question he's not sure he wants to hear the answer to. His gaze flickers to Ally as he braces himself for the worst. She squeezes his hand and smiles reassuringly and suddenly it doesn't seem so bad.
-/-
It's actually not that bad. Austin has a broken arm and a minor concussion. He's going to be bruised and sore for a while, but all in all things could be much worse. He'll even be able to perform the concert that willchange his life, although he may be too sore to do some of the more challenging dance moves.
