Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

began trying for the tires, but his gun clicked empty and he shouted a frustrated curse.
    He reached for his backup as the cab barreled toward them, but he couldn't reach it in the small confines. He contorted with difficulty and snagged Zane's gun from where it had landed on the dash during the roll and straightened back up, aiming for the lower part of the car.
    "Damn it, Ty, get out of the car!” Zane yelled, his voice breaking as the pain began to overwhelm his emotional control. His eyes flickered between the oncoming car and his lover, and he pushed against Ty's legs with his free hand.
    One of the front tires blew out as Ty emptied the clip again, ignoring Zane's demands, but the cab continued to limp toward them at alarming speed. It was almost on them. If the crash didn't kill them, the man inside the cab would.
    Ty fired the last round, then reared back and chucked the empty gun at the cab in utter frustration before he ducked back into the car. He just shook his head wordlessly, awkwardly kneeling on the console as he tried to free Zane's arm from between the torn metal of the door and the crumpled frame. He knew that even if he got Zane free now, it was too late. But it wasn't in him to give up.
    "Shit, Ty, you can't take my damn arm off! Please ... baby,” Zane's voice cracked with agony as he pleaded between uneven gasping breaths. “Get out of the car,” he ordered weakly.
    Ty responded with a small, chaste kiss. As he heard the roaring of the battered cab's engine coming closer he curled protectively around Zane, hoping to shield him from the brunt of the crash. He tried not to tense, but his physical discipline was no match for simple human instinct. As the cab barreled toward them, he hunched his shoulders and prepared for the impact.
    "I'm sorry,” he breathed as he closed his eyes tight and waited.
    "Ty...” Zane choked out as he curled his free arm around Ty's back, holding him tight and turning his face into his neck. Christ. Forget about not being there. This. This was Zane's worst nightmare.
    The sound of the sirens was closer now, and through his closed eyelids Ty could see the changing light and dark that told him the flashing lights were on top of them. There was a sound of squealing tires and the smell of burning rubber. He raised his head and opened his eyes, knowing the impact should have come already. He turned and looked out the cracked window at the yellow blur of the cab as the driver turned at the last minute, spinning out right beside their wrecked Ford on the highway. He turned out of the spin, gunned the engine, and headed off in the other direction. Several squad cars gave chase, flying by the wreck of their vehicle in a blaze of light and sound.
    The driver knew he couldn't finish them off and still get away. He had chosen to fight another day, and he'd left Ty and Zane alive to do it.
    When Ty shifted, Zane opened his eyes to blurrily see the cab retreating and police cars stopping around them. He started to shake. Shock. He was going into shock. His arm was already numb, and the pain was still shooting up into his shoulder and down his back. His side was screaming and he couldn't feel his leg. “When we get out of this car I am kicking your ass,” he rasped.
    Ty didn't respond. He was already climbing through the roof and holding up his badge and his empty gun, handle first, calling out the code for an officer down.
    * * * *
    Zane sat in the back of the ambulance with a blanket over his shoulders and lap as the EMT worked him over. He stayed put, cowed by a tiny woman who barked at him when he'd tried to leave without medical treatment. All he'd allowed was an IV of clear fluids, and he'd checked the bags. What she was doing hurt like hell (he'd also insisted on no painkillers after a very few words with her about the past addiction record) so he was focusing hard on what was going on away from the ambulance.
    Ty stood talking with some of the cops. Luckily, they'd not given him any trouble, none that Zane saw anyway. The EMT found another broken rib and Zane hissed, jerking away instinctively.
    "Doing okay, Special Agent Garrett?” the EMT asked.
    "Still here,” he answered hoarsely after pulling away the oxygen mask. His eyes were still glassy and glazed with pain.
    "Feeling light-headed again?” she asked, pausing in her examination.
    "Just get it over with, huh?” he said weakly, leaning his head sideways against the wall.
    "I told you already, I can't do