Sanders Supers [Sanders Sides AU]

Two

A/N- Trigger warning: there will be blood.

Logan

San Francisco, 2007

Logan was always a good student. Taking all AP classes, his GPA always a perfect 4.0, took the SAT in 7th grade and got a very high score. It wasn't a huge surprise to other students when he got an internship to a software company. Logan was never really social with anyone. He only knew Joan because they were his biology partner in 9th grade.

"You should go to the football game today! I'll be there! Please?!" Joan begged Logan.

"You know I have to go to work today." Logan replied, with no intention to go to the game.

"Do you ever do anything other than work and studying?"

"How do you think I got this far?" Logan said. He ran down the staircase, his blue flannel jacket flowing behind him, eager to get home and get ready for work. Logan pushed through the crowd and exited the building. He made his way through the parking lot and searched for his old, beaten up Honda. When he made his way to the car, he put his backpack on the front seat and put the car into ignition.

When he got home, he noticed he had plenty of time to do homework and study for his history test on Monday. He decided to do his English homework first, Calculus second, and his French essay last. When he was finished, he decided to reread his favorite book, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. Before he knew it, it was time to go to work. He changed clothes and headed out.

Logan was on the highway when his phone dinged with a text from Joan.

"please comeee!" their message said.

Logan picked up his phone to reply, one hand still on the steering wheel, but eyes on his phone.

Before he could text back, his car smashed through the metal guardrail, shattering his windshield and activating the airbags, breaking his glasses and getting glass in his eye, blurring his vision.

Blinking through the pain, he threw his glasses onto the passenger seat. The drivers side door was barely hanging on the car. He assessed the situation and unbuckled his seat belt. Then, he tried to exit the car using the passenger door. But before

he could climb over to the passenger side, the car creaked and leaned closer to the edge of the highway. Logan stopped moving, terrified that if he made even the smallest action, the car would plummet over the edge and roll down the steep hill.

He could see people getting out of their cars, people surrounding him, recording on their phones, some no doubt trying to call 911 to get the police and ambulance here. He could hear some people screaming, but none of them were more terrified than he was.

When the car stopped teetering precariously over the edge, he slowly tried to open the car door. He sighed in relief, thinking there was hope after all. He reached for the passenger door, not even daring to breathe. At that moment, everything seemed to stand still. Even Logan's heartbeat seemed to slowed down. And then, Logan's world turned upside down, figuratively and physically.

It took what seemed to him a few seconds passed before he realized what was going on. Blood pouring down the side of his head, blurring his already terrible vision. He felt as if his gut and his heart had switched places.

His heart beat faster than normal rate, his ears ringing, convinced he was going to die, or at the very least, be severely injured. Logan screamed hysterically, knowing no one could save him. The airbag suddenly deployed, hitting Logan in the process. The car jerked to a stop, upside down with the wheels in the air.

I should have gone to the football game instead, he thought as his vision was going black, the pain easing as the world got darker.

"We haven't been able to stop his internal bleeding yet!"

Am I at the hospital?

"He needs surgery immediately!"

"He needs anesthesia first!"

Logan opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His vision was blurry without his glasses. Where were they? Then, he remembered his glasses were in his car. The car he had crashed into the guardrail and fell off the highway. The deadly tumble down the hill. The broken glass cutting his skin.

He opened his eyes again, and a figure (who he assumed to be a nurse), came and put a mask on him. He started to slowly slip in and out of consciousness and thoughts were being blurred together. The room faded into darkness again, the pain in his head easing just a bit. When he was able to see again, the room seemed to be more blurry than before, colors mixing together. Disoriented, he was able to form one thought that let the tension in his muscles relax.

He was alive. Relief flooded through Logan.

Alive was good enough for now. Logan was too busy with the thoughts racing through his head of how he could have died, and nothing he had accomplished would have mattered. Because what's the use of doing something great and not living to see the profits?