Another story? Yes I know. I'm insane. But I've had this idea brewing for a long time. It's an AU story about what happens when Speed and Trixie break up, only to meet years later.

This is a real departure for me as I'm going to be employing flashbacks. I got the idea from Lost, my favorite show. Unlike Lost, though, there won't be a flashback in every chapter. Mostly I'll be using them to bridge the time between the prologue and the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy it.

Speed Racer is the property of Speed Racer Enterprises.

Prologue

The chauffeur opened the door of the sleek, black limousine. Gregory Racer and his fiancée, Patricia Shimura, slid inside. The couple, better known to most people as Speed and Trixie cuddled close to one another.

"It was a beautiful wedding, wasn't it?" Trixie asked.

"One of the best I've ever been to," Speed responded. "The food was delicious. I've never tasted steak so good."

"Of course the food would be the most memorable part of the wedding for you!" Trixie said with a chuckle. "Not one comment on how beautiful a bride Lilly Marker made."

"Hey, I like to eat!" Speed exclaimed. "And I was too busy gazing at my gorgeous fiancée to even notice the bride. You outshined Lilly by a mile, honey." His voice softened. "It wasn't easy watching you dance with that guy Chet."

"You know I didn't have a choice, Speed. I was a bridesmaid and he was the groomsman I was stuck with," Trixie said. "And I do mean stuck. That guy had the worst breath!"

"Just what were you doing letting yourself get close enough to the guy's mouth to even smell his breath?" Speed asked trying to quell his jealousy.

"Stop being silly. We had to dance together and you can't help being close to somebody's mouth when you do that. Besides, you seemed to be enjoying yourself enough, dancing nice and close with Lilly's cousin. She's quite pretty."

"Aw, she's just a kid, Trixie," Speed said defensively. "Practically jail bait!"

"Practically, but not quite. She's almost eighteen. That's only a little more than four years younger than you."

"She's still in high school so she might as well be fifty years younger than me for all we had in common. I had no idea what she was talking about most of the time." He paused and gazed into her eyes. "Babe, you know you're the only girl for me. All other women pale in comparison to you." To prove it he lowered his lips to hers and gave her a long, lingering kiss. He pulled back and said, "I swear if I could dump that chauffeur I'd take you right here in the back seat!"

Trixie giggled. "I could see you doing that. Grabbing the chauffeur from behind and chucking him out the door. Although I don't think we'd end up looking very good smashed up against a building or something." Now it was her turn to kiss him. "We'll be home in a few minutes, you can wait."

Speed shook his head. "I'm not so sure I can." He placed his hand on her thigh and lightly stroked it. "Do you know how horny you make me?" he whispered in her ear.

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Trixie lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Speed was next to her, sleeping like the proverbial log. She marveled at how less than a half an hour ago he was wide awake, nearly hyper in his lovemaking. But within minutes of climax he could hardly keep his eyes open. It was in his physical make-up to sleep after sex. Unfortunately, it wasn't in hers. It would be some time before she would be relaxed enough to fall asleep.

She glanced over at her fiancée and smiled. The man was beautiful; there was no doubt about it. Everything about him was pure perfection, his body, his hair, even his teeth. Then there were his eyes, large, expressive and an amazing cobalt blue. They were compelling and she often found herself getting lost in them. Those amazing eyes, with their thick, black lashes, now moved beneath closed lids. "He's dreaming," she said. "What about, I wonder?" She started to reach underneath the blanket towards his groin, just to see if the dream was an exciting one. "No, let him be. You know he'll wake up if you do that. He needs his rest; he's got a big race to practice for."

She pulled the blanket up under her chin, musing about the wedding. "I'm so happy for Lilly. Just think, two years ago when she changed nurseries for her flower shop, little did she know she'd end marrying the owner of the new place. Funny how life works sometimes. Two years... The same amount of time Speed and I have been living together. I wonder if we'll ever get married..." She released a long sigh. Sure, they were engaged, which was at least something. Though, when asked about actually choosing a date to get married, Speed seemed almost petrified of the idea.

"You know the old expression," her friend Janine Trotter said to her last month when they were discussing the subject of marriage, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?"

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Trixie had angrily shot back. "It was a joint decision to move in together. I mean we were going back and forth to each other's apartments every night. It was ridiculous! Moving in together was the logical thing to do."

"He could've asked you to marry him, Trixie."

"He did ask me to marry him! He even got me this ring." She pointed to the diamond solitaire on her left hand.

"You still haven't set a date."

"We will. Speed wants to wait until racing season ends," Trixie said.

Janine rolled her eyes. "Isn't that the same thing he said last year?"

"We both decided to wait until another year. Speed wants us to have a big, fancy wedding. That takes time to plan," Trixie explained.

"Sure it does." There was another eye-roll from Janine.

The argument ended up in a stalemate. Yet, Trixie couldn't help but notice the smug expression on Janine's face. "She's right. Why would Speed need to marry me when he already has all the advantages of marriage a man could want? I wonder if things would have turned out differently if we'd never slept together the night he won the World Championship..."

Flashback

Three years ago...

Speed held Trixie close as they whirled around the dance floor. "I can't believe all this is for me!" he exclaimed as they passed the five piece band that played his favorite songs.

"You're the World Champion, Speed. Don't you think you deserve it?"

"I don't know... I guess I'm just not used to all this attention being focused on me."

"Well you'd better get used to it because I heard that when we get back to the States they're going to give you a ticker tape parade in New York City."

"No way!" he said. The song ended and he led her back to the table. "I'm not an astronaut or baseball player."

Trixie sat in the chair that Speed pulled out for her. "No, you're just the greatest racer in the world!" She smiled as she watched the blush slowly come over his face. He suddenly looked like a little boy and it was endearing to her.

"This is all too surreal to me, like a dream," he said as he sipped a glass of champagne he'd just poured from the bottle that sat on the table.

"A dream come true! I know how hard you worked for this."

"The whole team busted their butts, including you."

She smiled. "Don't worry, Mr. Goldminter already promised to reward the team for their effort."

"He's a nice man. I told him I didn't want his gold, yet he insisted on giving me a cash prize for winning anyway."

"How much is he giving you?" she asked.

He took another drink from his glass before responding. "Five million."

"Five million dollars?" Trixie was astounded, yet Speed didn't seem fazed at all. "That's a lot of money. Speed, you're rich! Doesn't that excite you?"

"I'm far from rich, Trixie." He said and drained his glass.

"Sure you are! You're a millionaire five times over."

He shook his head. "I'm giving it to Pops so he can buy a bigger factory with an actual practice track and hire a real pit crew. He's also got a ton of debt from when he started his business. He can pay off his loans and Pops Motors will finally be in the black. And don't forget he's working on that new engine for the Mach Five. With all that money he'll have no problem building it. I also want him to take some time off and go on a second honeymoon with Mom. She's had to deal with a lot of stress these past few years. The time away together will do them good. As for the rest? They can bank it for Spritle's college education and their retirement."

"Speed that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard. You could have kept that money for yourself instead you're giving it to your folks." She kissed him and his face again reddened.

"Aw, Trix," he said softly. "You're embarrassing me."

"Well I'm very proud of you and I wanted to show you just how much."

"Thanks... Um, do you want some more champagne?" He motioned to the empty glass in front of her.

"No thank you. And don't you think you've had enough?" she asked.

"Not nearly." He refilled his glass and took a long sip of the bubbly drink, giggling as it tickled his nose. "This stuff's good!"

She smiled again as she watched him. He was getting drunk, she could tell. But it was his night and even Pops had said nothing to him about his overindulging. Besides, it was getting late and in another hour or so the party would be over.

He stretched and put his arm around her. "Did you see my room?" he asked. "It's huge!"

"It's a suite from what Pops told me. It sounds gorgeous."

"It is. You want to see it?"

"I'd love to," she said. Of course, she had stayed in suites many times in her youth when traveling with her family. It wasn't anything particularly exciting for her, but she knew that for Speed it was a new experience.

He led her from the table, first topping off his champagne glass. "I might get thirsty on the long ride up to my room," he said, giggling again. Once in the elevator, he grabbed her and kissed her with such intensity that it took her breath away. "I've wanted to do that all night," he said breathlessly. She nodded and before she could say anything, he kissed her again.

So involved were they in their ardor that they didn't even notice that the elevator had come to a stop. The door opened and a man in a white dinner jacket and wearing a black mask entered. He watched the couple with amusement. "Hello, Speed... Trixie," he said.

The voice snapped them back to reality. Speed quickly pulled away from Trixie who leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath. "Racer X!" Speed's embarrassment at being caught clearly showed on his face. "I uh... was just thanking Trixie for all her support during the race."

"I see," the Masked Racer said, clearly amused. "You have a very interesting way of saying thanks." He noticed that Speed's champagne glass hung from his hand and had poured onto the floor of the elevator. "You spilled your drink, Speed."

Speed rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah... I guess I did. I think I kinda had enough anyway."

Racer X nodded. From the slurring of his words it was obvious that Speed was drunk. It also explained why he had been kissing Trixie. "Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to get some sleep."

The elevator stopped at Speed's floor. "Um, yeah that's just what we're going to do. Get some sleep in my bed." He took hold of Trixie's hand, "C'mon, Trix. Uh... See you tomorrow, Racer X."

The left the elevator and the former Rex Racer was left to ponder Speed's words. "They're going to sleep in his bed?" He shook his head. "I don't want to know..."

"Oh man, I can't believe Racer X caught us!" Speed exclaimed. He suddenly burst out laughing. "Did you see his face?"

"What face? He always wears that stupid mask!" She joined him laughing as she was also feeling the effects of the champagne.

The two stumbled down the hall to Speed's suite. He took the key from his pocket and clumsily opened the door. "Ta da!" he said, "Welcome to my humble little abode."

"Oh Speed, it's beautiful!" Trixie exclaimed as she took in the magnificent splendor that was The Presidential Suite. "This is nicer than anything my family ever stayed in."

Speed beamed. "You ain't seen nothin' yet, babe!" He again grasped her hand and proceeded to show her around. "Look at this kitchen! My mother would go crazy in here. But with room service, why would she even need to cook?" He was nearly manic in his excitement. "Oh, and this way is the living room. Yep. That first room we were in is some kinda foyer or something. The couch is so soft, you gotta sit on it." Trixie nodded and was about to do just that when Speed pulled her away. "Not so fast! I still gotta show you the bedroom."

They went down a small hallway the ended at a door that was open halfway. "You gotta see this bed, Trix." The bed was super king-sized topped with a pale yellow satin spread with matching satin sheets underneath. "Isn't this so cool?" He sat on it, bouncing. "It's almost as big as my entire room back home."

"It certainly is, Speed."

"Yeah, it sure... Oh!" Typical of someone who was inebriated, his attention span was short. He forgot what he was talking about as his eyes were drawn to the nightstand where a bottle rested in an ice bucket. Two champagne flutes flanked it. "Lookie here! More champagne!"

"Speed, I don't think you need anymore."

"Sure I do!" he said as he removed the bottle from the bucket. "Watch out for flying corks!" With a pop the bottle opened and champagne flowed over the rim. "Oops!" He laughed as he filled both glasses, even though Trixie shook her head indicating that she didn't want any. "Just one glass so we can make a toast," he said.

"We've been toasting all night, Speed."

"Aw, please Trix. It's my night. Like you said I'm the World Champion. The biggest story in the universe, at least for tonight. Tomorrow at this time I'll probably just be a footnote. All but forgotten." He saw her expression soften a little. "Just one more glass. Please?"

She sighed. "Okay, just one."

He motioned her to the bed. "Sit down next to me." She complied and took the flute he offered her. "To us," he said.

"To us." She toasted him and sipped a small amount of her drink while he drained nearly half of his.

He held her hand tight and gazed into her eyes. "Trix, I want to apologize about the race. About using Sparky as my navigator instead of you. It's just that he's a top-notch mechanic and with all the driving I was doing I really needed him."

"Speed, there's no need to apologize, I understand completely."

"Thanks... But I still wish you were the one in the car with me when I crossed the finish line."

She squeezed his hand. "Well, you're with me now."

"Yes, I am." He took another swig of his champagne. "I'm really glad it's you here in my bed with me instead of Sparky." He chuckled. "That didn't come out right." He stood up and quickly fell back on the bed. "Ohhh... I think the champagne has gone to my head."

Trixie leaned over him. "Are you feeling okay, Speed?"

He smiled dreamily. "Oh yeah, I feel great!" With that, he pulled her down and kissed her. In each other's embrace, they rolled over until he was on top of her. Their kisses became more urgent. "Trixie..." he said his voice gutteral. She could feel his hardness as he thrust himself against her. His eyes had a strange, wild look to them. It was something she had never seen before: Pure lust. It almost scared her to see him like this, so out of control. It frightened her even more when she realized that she wanted desperately to have him make love to her.

Suddenly the two were naked. When it happened, she didn't remember as her mind was reeling. They were on the bed writhing about as passion, and instinct, took over. She awoke the next morning with a splitting headache and fuzzy memories. "We did it," she said, her heart pounding. "This will change everything between us..."

End Flashback

"Things sure did change and I'm not so sure for the better," she said, her mind now back in the present. "I love him and the sex is incredible, but sometimes I think that something just isn't right about it. I wonder if we should've waited until we were married." She hugged herself tightly. "Married... Yeah right. Like that will ever happen anytime soon." She turned on her side and faced Speed. "Well, you've got all the free milk you want. I hope you're happy."