Hey, it's ME! I'm back to destroy your minds! Mwa ha ha ha!
I've seen Cars three times, and for all we know, that could be and counting! I LOVE Cars! W00t! So, anyway, here's the fanfic. Enjoy!
Okay, here we go.
Focus.
I am speed.
Cars were speeding by in his mind, driving to their hardest.
Victory.
Three winners.
Forty losers.
More were passing by.
"Ya ready, Lightning?"
"Oh, yeah."
There went the rest, going by, never to come back.
Let's do this.
The door on the back of Mack the truck opened to reveal smiling and happy Lightning McQueen. The crowed was cheering as if somebody destroyed a meteor that was going to make the world end. Lightning definitely had his fans.
"Show the bolt!" one fan screamed.
He turned to his side and laughing a bit. "Ka-chow!"
The crowd was getting louder and louder by the second. Lights were flashing everywhere, cameras were recording the news, the moment was perfect. There was almost NOTHING better than this. There may have been over a hundred cars there, but there was only one car he was looking at. It was a light-blue Porsche. Doc couldn't be there that day. Too many people were going to be at the tailgate party in Radiator Springs and he would have to be there in order for people to stay in control. Sally was replacing him for the day so that people could actually meet him. The question was, would Sally do a good job?
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There were only a few people at the pit stop for Lightning McQueen. There was, of course, Sally, Luigi, and Guido. Mator came, Filmore joined ("Watching things electronically just ruins the purpose, man."), and someone who had become new to the town, Ramone and Flo's daughter, Lexie (A/N: Lexie the LEXUS!), the hot-pink Lexus 2007 ES 350, had joined. When you're the pit crew, it's free to get in. And great seats, too.
But that was it. While the whole town would be there for Piston (if Lightning made it to the top three), for now, they didn't need the whole town.
"Okay, Stickers, this is how I'm gonna get you to win," said Sally into the headset she was wearing. "If you get within the top three, you get not one, but two dates. Got it?"
"Very funny. I'm in."
"Good for you. Now let's get that Piston!"
"But this isn't the Piston Cup."
"So what? This gets you one step closer. And one more thing. Make sure that you beat Chick, and then you get to choose the dates."
"Even better."
Lightning had passed a lot of cars by the time he was in his fiftieth lap. He was within the top ten. Sixth place, to be exact. Chick was only one place in front. He could wait a little bit. Almost all the cars were taking pit stops. This was a good opportunity. Lightning needed another lap and then a pit stop.
"Hey you!" said Chick's crew chief to Sally. "Doc was too weak to come today, huh? So now Lightning McQueen's girlfriend is his crew chief!"
Sally wanted to say something back, even though she couldn't. She had the headset on at all times.
"Ready for your pit stop?" asked Sally.
"I'm coming," said Lightning.
"Pit stop!" said Guido.
Darrell Cartrip started talking. "Today's Song of the Race is 'When it All Falls Apart' by the Veronicars (A/N: The Veronicars were inspired by the Veronicas, my favorite band EVER! When it All Falls Apart is actually their second single in the US), who will be performing after the Piston Cup in our Late-Night Concerts. You buy tickets to the Piston, and then you get a free ticket for the concert! You can also just buy tickets for the concert. Today's Late-Night Concert is Chris Daughtry, who's famous for singing a cover to 'Wanted Dead or on Drive.'" The song 'When it All Falls Apart' started playing.
"OMIGOD!" screamed Lexie. "IT'S THE VERONICARS! I LOVE THE VERONICARS!" Lightning came in for his pit stop. Guido was working his rather quick magic on him, so Lexie started talking. "Listen, you aren't just winning for those dates with Sally, you're winning so I can see the Veronicars afterwards! SO WIN FOR PETE'S SAKE!"
"Lexie," said a rather annoyed Lightning. He had to get a move-on. The pit stop was done. He raced out as fast as he could. He was now in third place, which was, once again, one spot behind Chick. He hated Chick. Chick was a self-centered idiot. If Chick won, he had nothing to gain.
Time was going by fast. More pit stops had been taken, but not much happened. Nobody in front of him had changed spots. It was already the last lap.
Lightning, without thinking, rushed ahead to see if he could get in front of Chick. He was going faster than he ever thought he would. It was almost unstoppable. He was so close; he could feel the marbles coming off of Chick's wheels, hitting his face. It was a rage of furry that made him take the sharp left turn on the inside of the track and pass not only Chick, but the person in front of Chick. There it was. The finish line. He sped until he couldn't speed anymore, and then, that was it. The race was over. He made it. Those two dates with Sally were all his. And he got to choose, too.
"Good job, Stickers. When and where?"
"I'll tell you after I finish my victory lap."
"Alright. Love ya."
"Love you."
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It was the next day in Radiator Springs, and it was a rather sunny one, too. Lightning had told Sally that he had wanted to go to a place near the Wheel Well that way they would be alone. It would be perfect. Just the two of them, and nothing else.
But before that, Lightning, of course, would have to have the round of the photographers flashing cameras, reporters asking questions, and the occasional interview. His next would be his biggest. He was going to be on Parts Magazine. That was without a doubt, the biggest magazine in the United States. He was on the cover. The photo shoot had already taken place earlier that year. The interview would be about a page long, with more extra stuff added.
Lightning was riding along the road just a little bit when the famous reporter for Parts, Dina McRoads came into the town. "So this is the town of Radiator Springs, is it?"
Lightning looked around to see his interviewer was ready for an interview. "Well, what can I say? They like me here."
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"So, you won your last race. That has to be pretty exciting."
"Well, as long as I get third place or better, I'm good. But not anymore."
Question by question went on and on and on. When did you first start racing? He had started when he was little. When did you come to Radiator Springs? We all know that story. What's with the rusty old tow truck? Oh, you mean Mater? Who's that hippy car? That would be Filmore. What about the Jeep? Sarge? Is that yellow car one of your friends? Of, course, Luigi's his friend. Can you believe all the things that little blue one can do? Oh, who knows when Guido became so amazing? The hott pink one, is she currently living in Radiator Springs? Uh, yeah. We use to know you as a self-centered racecar, but aren't you a lot more caring now? Well, he thought so.
Finally! Only one more question. This was WAY more than a page.
"So, there have been rumors swirling about that light-blue Porsche that took place of the Hudson Hornet that's usually your pit crew chief. Is she a good relative, friend, girlfriend, or just somebody in the professional world you know?"
"Oh, that's, that's Sally Carrera. Yeah, she's currently my girlfriend. We're, uh, very happy. Well, I am, at least. She's an amazing person, and I would hate to lose her."
That had rapped it up. No more questions. Ugh, he needed some sleep.
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The next day was the last day Lightning had off. He needed a few things repaired for his next race, and who else to go to, other than Doc Hudson? He entered the office, tired and a little more quiet than usual. Some things always catch your eye, like, perhaps a plastic flamingo in a yard, or some car with an amazing design. But some things you just can't ignore. Lightning couldn't ignore the fact that the office was empty. He drove himself outside, to see the door to the garage was open. The last time he had looked in there, he had caused too much trouble. But there was nothing to hide anymore, right? Hadn't Doc had all his secrets revealed?
Daringly, Lightning went into the garage, looking around. Doc had found a plastic cup to replace one of his Piston Cups to hold his tools. Other than that, there was nothing new.
Lightning turned around. There was nothing to look at. But then, as he was just about to leave, he saw a picture frame, with a picture of a car. A girl car. A 1951 Cadillac Series 62 Coupe to be exact. Maybe one that Doc knew of. Maybe a girlfriend.
If she was a girlfriend, she was a beautiful one. She looked as if there was something she was hiding. Maybe a secret that nobody else could know. "Doc, she's amazing." He couldn't help but say that to himself.
Or so he thought.
"Lightning, remember last time you were in here?"
Lightning turned around to see Doc Hudson, there, just waiting impatiently. "I remember it as if it was yesterday."
"It caused a heap of trouble."
"You're telling me."
"I don't want you to cause any more. That there picture is a pointless memory. One that will never come back."
"Doc, you loved her, didn't you?"
Doc revved up his engine, because Lightning was making him mad. "I don't want to talk about some person who doesn't. Don't you have an appointment?"
"With you. What else can you be hiding? I mean, you're the Hudson Hornet. Now you have a love life, too. What's next? The secret children?"
"You have nothing to do with me and my life in the fifties!"
"Oh, so now we an era of time. I'm starting to think that you two WERE in love."
"Lightning, I've said it already! She's a pointless memory! Now get out of my garage before I make Mater come over here and tow you out personally! Do I make myself clear that I never want you to come into this garage again?" Doc was yelling his engine out so that Lightning would just shut up and leave.
Lightning had never seen that much aggression in Doc. EVER. "Doc… I… I didn't… I'm… I'm sor-"
"Just get out of here. This never happened, alright?" Doc had never been so cold. He never felt so cold. But what else could he do? There were just some things he had to keep to himself.
Lightning was a little struck in awe. This old racecar was hiding something, and he was going to find out exactly what that something was.
But first things first. He had a date with Sally.
Dun dun dun DUN! Doc has more to his past than you think, everybody. Mwa ha ha ha HA! I'm not telling you what it is! Anyway, I figured that I'd better ask you guys this question.
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