Disclaimer: Saban owns Jason and Emily. Uh...hang on a minute...ah there we go. This version of the song is by J. Frank Wilson and The Cavaliers. Comments are always appreciated.

Author's Note: I have nothing against Emily!! Honest! I really do like her. I thought she was cool.

Last Kiss
By: Jacqui Beres

Jason bowed his head as he tried to keep the tears at bay. It had been three days. Three long, horrible days since his last kiss. He shut his eyes as the tears burned his eyes, and the memories crashed through his mind. He knew no one was blaming him, but he could not help but blame himself. Tears trickled down his cheeks as the memory surfaced.

We were out on a date in my daddy's car.
We hadn't driven very far.
There in the road, straight ahead ...
The car was stalled, the engine was dead.

Jason glanced over and smiled at his girlfriend. He and Emily had just spent the entire day at the beach: swimming, horsing around, kissing, and generally have a great time. He had borrowed his dad's car for the day. It was more his dad worrying that Jason's car would not make it there and back, than wanting to impress Emily. It was a good half hour drive to the lake they had gone to, and Jason was the first to admit that his car was not the most reliable.

He grinned as he took in her pink tinged nose and cheeks. He knew the sunburn was worse on her shoulders and back, but to him it looked utterly adorable.

"Did you have fun?" He asked, taking her hand.

Emily smiled as she nodded. "Oh yeah. What about you?"

"I'm always happy when I'm with you." He told her bringing her hand up and kissing the back of her hand. He turned his eyes back to the road and felt his stomach lurch. About 50 feet ahead a car was stalled in the middle of the road. He heard Emily gasp, but he gritted his teeth as he slammed on the brakes.

He realized a second after slamming on the brakes that they would not be able to stop in time. Sending up a silent prayer, he wrenched the wheel to the right.

I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right.
Never forget the sound that night ...
The cryin' tires, the bustin' glass
The painful scream that I heard last

Jason moaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Everything swam in front of him, but he could make out people and lights. He groaned as he tried to lever himself to a sitting position. He hurt in places he did not even know he had, and there was a sharp stabbing pain in his head and his ribs. "Emily." He croaked out.

He blinked the blood out of his eyes and he tried to find his girlfriend. He half crawled, half dragged himself toward the other prone figure. He leaned over her and gently brushed her cheek with his knuckles. "Emily. Baby, wake up." He whispered, tears burning in his eyes.

Well, when I woke up, the rain was pourin' down.
There were people standing all around.
Something warm running in my eyes,
but I found my baby somehow that night.

Emily stirred and opened her eyes. He stared into her blue eyes, as she did with him. Both trying to memorize the other's features. "Jase, hold me." She whimpered as she coughed hard.

Jason gathered the blond up in his arms, desperately ignoring the blood that dripped through his fingers. "Hang on, Emily. Just hang on, baby. Everything will be okay." He murmured, holding her tight.

She smiled up at him. "I love you." She breathed.

Jason brushed a stray lock of blond hair away from her face. "I love you too, Em. I always will." He brushed his lips against hers in a tender kiss.

I raised her head, and when she smiled, and said,
"Hold me darling for a little while."
I held her close. I kissed her our last kiss.
I found the love that I knew I would miss.

Jason held her until the paramedics came and took her away. They could only confirm what he already knew. Emily had died in his arms. They loaded him on an ambulance and sped him away to Angel Grove Memorial.

He stared at the ceiling as the ER doctor talked to his parents. He felt numb. He stared at his future, spanning years without Emily. Jason did not think he could. Not alone. He turned and managed not to let the tears fall as his parents hurried into his room.

His mother gathered her little boy into her arms and rocked him. "Oh baby. I'm so sorry." She whispered into his hair. Jason clung to his mother as he sobbed.

But now she's gone, even though I hold her tight.
I lost my love...my life, that night.

Jason stepped forward and dropped a single white rose into the grave. He heard the rest of the mourners do the same; only theirs would most likely be red roses or carnations. He adjusted his sunglasses as he listened to the preacher. The sun was shining, but he felt cold inside.

He felt a tug on his suit jacket and looked down. Standing next to him, trying hard not to cry, was Emily ten-year-old sister, Hope. Without a word he crouched down and wrapped the young girl in his embrace. Tears ran down his face and mixed with hers.

"Emily's in heaven with the angels." Hope told Jason.

Jason nodded. "And when we die, if we're good, we'll see her again."

Well, where oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven, so I gotta be good,
so I can see my baby when I leave this world.

The end