Summary: Longshot just got a new car but got in a fiery crash, will the past help him or will he die?
Title: Riding with Private Andrew Malone
Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA (if I did we would see more Longshot and Smellerbee and Jet wouldn't have died!) or the song Riding with Private Andrew Malone by David Ball or Chevys, and 66 corvettes.
AN: I always loved longerbee and I thought I would write a songfic too. Also I recommend the song it rules!
Longshot had just bought a car that once belonged to a soldier named Private Andrew Malone but after he got in a crash Smellerbee asked him how he survived all he could say was in a song he wrote so he sang it to her on request. I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds when then that sad old Chevy somehow caught my eye. The lady didn't know the year or even if it ran but I had that thousand dollars in my hand. It was in the corner of this old and shaken barn with thirty years of dust and dirt on that old green army tarp and when I pulled that cover off it took away my breath what she called a Chevy was a 66 Corvet. I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel. I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note the date was nineteen-sixty-six and this is what he wrote, he said "My is Private Andrew Malone, If your reading this then I didn't make it home but for every dream that shatters another one comes true this car was once a dream of mine now it belongs to you and thought you may take her and make her your own you'll always be riding with Private Malone." Well it didn't take me long at all I had her running good. I loved to hear those horses running underneath her hood. I had her shinning like a diamond and I put the red top down. All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town. The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right but it picked up that oldies show especially late at night. I get the feeling if I turned really quick I would see a soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me. It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone who fought for his country and never made it home but for every dream that shattered another one came true this car was once a dream of his back when it was new and he told me to take her and make her my own I was proud to be riding with Private Malone. One night it was raining hard I took the curve to fast I still don't remember much about that fiery crash, someone thought they saw a soldier pull me out they didn't get his name but I know without a doubt it was a young man named Private Andrew Malone who fought for his country and never made it home but for every dream that shattered another one came true this car was once a dream of his back when it was new I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along that night I was riding with Private Malone. Oh thank god I was riding with Private Malone. After Longshot finished, he lied down on his hospital bed and fell asleep. If you looked at just the right angle you would have seen what Smellerbee did, a young soldier on the other side of the bed and all she could say was "Thank you Private Andrew Malone."
AN: What do you think to sappy or too sweet? Review so I can know.