Disclaimer: I don't own Cars or any of its characters. I own Rocket and all the humans except for James. He belongs to McQueenfan95 and cannot be used without his permission.
Well well, here was are again. A new story popping up when I STILL have so many unfinished ones...oh well. I'll get to them in time, but not today...anyway, this is a sequel to my other Cars story, My Little Sister Is A Human. You might want to read that first before you start this one, things will make more sense. Anyway, enjoy!
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Jen sighed as she stretched and looked around the room. Mostly everything was in place, a few boxes with donated items in a corner but for the most part the bedroom was complete. Outside she could hear James hammering away. It had taken many long months to rebuild their home, but at long last, she, James and Rocket once again had a place to live. (Sure. It'll take some time but I should get it to you by tomorrow morning at the lastest. I have to give this time to reload the chat before I copy and paste things.)
(That'll be fine.) James was on the front porch, nailing in the last few nails
"How's it coming along?" Rocket asked as he drove up behind him, wincing when the hammer hit James thumb.
"Ow! Mother!" James shouted. "Well, its almost finished. Just a couple more nails."
"And now you get to use that medical kit Doc gave you guys." He drove back a little while James held his thumb for a few moments before going back to hammering. "But all in all, it looks great. Hard to believe it took us almost five months."
"I know" said James, "hard to believe that a year ago, this was an old, rotting building"...
"A year ago, none of us ever met. But anyway..." Rocket watched as James finished his work and stepped back to look up at the new two story house.
"Its finally finished" james said with a smile.
"It's a nice looking place...and thanks for adding a garage for me. Now I don't have to stay at the Cosy Cone anymore."
"That's exactly why we added that" said James.
Rocket frowned slightly at that. "Speaking of 'we', I haven't seen Jen all day. Where is she?"
James shrugged. "I think she's upstairs... I'll go check"
"Kay. In the meantime, I'm gonna go check my new room out." As he drove in, James could hear him saying 'Hey! I can turn around in here! Awesome!'
"Plenty of room for two!" James called. He went inside, kicked off his boots and climbed the stairs. "Jen? Baby? Honey, where are ya?"
He heard a noise from upstairs and went to see if she was there. The bedrooms and the bathroom where on the second floor and he headed towards their room. Opening the door, he found her sitting on the bed with a small package in her hands.
"Hey baby" he said, "what ya got there?"
"Dunno. Zack put it in one of the donation boxes...and I know it's from him by his crappy handwriting." She lifted the package and showed him her badly written name on the front. "He tries though, I'll give him that."
James looked at the package in Jen's hands. "I wonder what it could be.
"Only one way to find out." And with that, she started to tear the paper off, dropping it into the waste basket set near their bed. When all the paper was off, she held out an old, sun bleached blanket that had clearly seen better days.
"A blanket?" James asked, puzzled.
Jen didn't say anything, just continued to stare at the blanket before slowly bringing to her chest and hugging it close.
"I take it you've seen that blanket before?"
She nodded slowly, not looking up when she spoke. "He went back there...to that cursed village...and brought me back...brought me back the only thing my Mom was able to make for me...this is my blanket James...my Mom made it for me..." She clunched the blanket slightly tighter. "I thought He burned it..."
"Wow..." said James.
"How'd he even know what to look for...I never told anyone about this except Rocket..."
"Maybe Rocket told him...
"Rocket was just a kid himself James...that was the only time I told him..." She ran a hand over a worn edge of the blanket, tracing the stitches her mother had worked into it so many years before. "If he did, I'm surprised he remembered..."
"You'll have to ask him" said james.
She nodded her head but made no move to get up. "Later. Right now I just..." She gripped the blanket tighter again. "I just want to remember...and hey...when we have kids, they'll have something from their grandmother..."
James held Jen and kissed her cheek.
She closed her eyes and leaned against him, opening them again after she had calmed down enough. "By the way, Doc is after us about the whole last name thing again. He really wants us to pick something and for it to be soon."
"I know, I know..." said James, "We'll think of something"
"It's been about five months hun, he's starting to get impatient. He's threatened to pick out a name himself if we don't, and he said this, 'Get our heads out of our asses and pick a name.' Who's been teaching him these human sayings?"
"I know, I know... And that may have been me"
"But he should understand, picking a last name isn't just choosing a random word... It can't be rushed... Its going to be passed down our bloodline for generations..
She gave him a look. "Okay, that needs to stop because hearing that come out of his mouth was just plain weird. And I know that and so does he but he needs a name for the records he plans on making now that there's a human reservation right next to the town." She blinked. "Oh before I forget Sam was wondering if we could watch the kids later on this afternoon. He's been working non stop again."
"Of course. We can watch the kids.
"Alright, I'll let him know. They'll all need a nap but it shouldn't be to hard to set up some blankets in the living room."
"We can lay some some mats for them"
"Sounds like we have a plan. You wanna let him know? I think he's working on the fence again."
"Sure. I'll go talk to him."
Jen watched as James left their room to go and find Sam. They would watch his kids no problem, but the man couldn't keep working himself to the bone. Meanwhile on the outskirts of town, Sam was hammering away at one of the many fences that needed fixing.
James walked down the stairs, out the door and followed the sound of hammering to where Sam was working.
Sam paused in his work when a shadow fell across him. Glancing up slightly, he offered a slightly scared wave when he saw Kindle. "Hello..."
"I don't know what you're doing" said Kindle, "you may have the others fooled, but you ain't foolin me.
"Please...I don't know what you're talking about..." He flinched back when Kindle snapped at him. "This! Fucking fixing up everything, going out of your way to 'help' others! I don't know what fucking game you're playing boy, but when you screw up I'M going to be the one to bring you down!"
"KINDLE!" James shouted, running over to them, "why can't you just leave the poor boy alone?
"Because he's got the wool pulled over your eyes! You have a wife to care for now and he's a threat to her! Mark my words, if he continues to stay here, she's going to get hurt."
"Ever think that maybe the only one getting hurt here is him, getting hurt by you?"
Kindle narrowed his eyes and pointed to a cowering Sam, the younger man hunched over his tool box and shaking. "He worked for Him. Remember what He did to your wife? What He almost did to Rocket? This guy is no better."
"How... DARE you!" James said, seething, "you get the fuck out of my sight before I snap you in half!"
Both of them were so enraged at each other they didn't notice Sam quietly gather up his tools and leave, heading back towards his slightly run down home. He made sure the children's rooms were well taken care of, as well as the bathroom, but anything that was 'his' was left to ruin. "You watch your mouth when you're talking to me BOY!" He poked James in the chest.
"You think you can take me, OLD MAN?" He pointed to his face and said, "anytime you're ready, I'll giveya a free one, cmon! Lemme have it!"
Kindle narrowed his eyes even more and swatted James hand out of his face, growling lowly as he did so.
"Old man?! You show me some respet boy!"
"MAYBE YOU SHOULD SHOW SAM SOME GOD DAMN RESPECT FOR A CHANGE!"
Their voices rang loud, anger and frustation clear in very word. Cars didn't want to get involved for fear of hurting one of them and the rest of the humans didn't want to get hurt themselfs. Didn't stop them from watching the fight happen from a safe distance though. Kindle had finally had enough and drew his arm back to punch James in his face. He was only trying to help, but if he didn't want to listen then so be it.
Finally, Kindle threw his punch. James caught his fist, countered, grabbed his forearm and flipped him over his head, slamming the older man into the ground.
When the dust cleared, Kindle still layed flat on his back, a shocked expression on his face.
James looked down at the older man and said, "and for your information, I only give respect to those who prove they deserve it. The tiny sliver of respect I had for you is gone..."
Slowly pushing himself up when James walked away, Kindle felt a tiny bit of guilt for what he just did.
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And that's the end of chapter one. So, what did you guys think? Please let me know, as it keeps me motivated to write more.
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