Title: Lean On Me

By: Incinera

Genre: Hurt/Comfort / Drama

Rating: T

Disclaimer: The season finale exists, therefore I don't own.

Beta: The Very Kind DreamBrother. Thanks again!!

It was so damn hot. Don's tongue felt too big for his mouth and clicked painfully when he swallowed. He forced his eyes open but immediately shut them against the nausea that reared its' head.

Don could feel wet warmth on himself and shuddered as he realized that he was covered in his own clotting blood. This time he did vomit and let out a moan of disgust as it trickled down his face. Wait, up his face. He was upside down; the SUV was upside down. Grimacing, Don brought up a shaking hand and wiped at the bile. He got most of the bile off, but smeared more of the crimson liquid on his face.

Don wanted his father. He wanted Charlie. He wanted somebody, anybody to come and free him from this car that stank of sweat, blood, and vomit.

While still wiping at his face, Don's hand knocked something that was next to his ear. It was his cell phone, ridiculously undamaged and resting on what was formerly the roof of his car. He worked it open and hit speed-dial #1.

Charlie Eppes was standing in front of his chalkboard, considering the equation before him when his cell started vibrating in his pocket. Scowling at the distraction, he pulled the vibrating nuisance and looked at the name on display.

It was Don.

Confused as to why Don would call him while undercover, Charlie answered the phone. "Hello?"

Silence for a long moment, only broken by ragged breathing. The professor frowned. "Don? Is that you?"

"Charlie..."

Charlie flinched at the ragged voice. Don sounded like he'd been eating broken glass. "Don? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

A hoarse laugh. "Yeah...hurt...car accident..."A long pause as Don seemed to try to catch his breath. Then, "Come get me?" Don's voice faltered and Charlie thought he heard a hint of a sob. A fist closed around Charlie's heart and his hand mimicked it around the chalk he held, snapping it in half.

"Of course Donnie," Charlie soothed. "But you-you need to tell where you are. Tell me where you are so I can come get you."

"Dad too?"

Charlie's knees buckled and he grabbed hold of his desk to steady himself. "Dad too, bro, but you need to tell me where you are." No answer. "Don?" Still no answer. "DON!"

Author's note: I blame Showcase for this. Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism NEEDED!!