A/N Hello people of the Cars fandom! This is my first story about this movie, so please critic me if I need it. It will be much appreciated. ^^

I own non of the movies, nor the characters. I only own this story-line, and my OC's.

~OC POV~

I look at the slab of stone sitting in front of me, as rain pours down from the darkened sky above. The world around me is motionless, and nobody says a word. I can't feel anything besides this aching feeling inside the hole where my heart is supposed to be. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I close my eyes, trying to escape. I don't want to believe it. I don't want to believe that she's really gone. In my mind, she's still here. She's right beside me, smiling and trying to cheer me up. Another sob escapes my lips, as more tears slip out.

I open my eyes again, and stare at the gravestone. Amy Holman is the only thing that marks the place where my mother will rest forever. I wasn't ready for her to leave me so early, and part of me was angry at her for that. I was angry that she left me alone in this world. She was the only family that I had, really. Ever since I could remember, it was always me and her. I have no idea who my father is, nor do I know anything about him. Mom never really said anything about him. Only that she loved him dearly, but that she just couldn't live in his world. She said that she found out about me only weeks after she had left him. That's all I know.

My eyes refuse to look away from the grave, even as somebody pulls up next to me. I can't get past the swirling emotions, and thoughts long enough to properly acknowledge them. My mind flashes with memories that we shared together, each one seeming so far away now that she's gone. The pain in my heart grows stronger, throbbing with every heart beat.

"Syina, I'm truly sorry for your loss. You're mother meant so much to me, but I know that she meant even more to you. If you ever need to talk, about anything, I'll be here for you." The car beside me says. I look over at them, my face obviously pained. I look into Elliot's green eyes, seeing the same pain in them too. Elliot was my mother's best friend, and he was like a father to me. A father that like's other men, but a father non-the-less. I will always love and admire him, no matter what gender of car he dates.

"Thank you, El. I just don't want to believe that she's really gone." I tell him, my face contorting as new tears sting my eyes.

"I know, hun. I feel the same way, but we have to believe that she's much happier now. She was in so much pain up until the end." He says, looking downwards. His words felt heavy as he said them. My mother had gotten sick, and had spent her final days in a hospital. I spent every moment I could beside her, until one night she closed her eye, and never opened them again.

The few cars that actually attended the funeral, slowly started leaving, sympathetic looks being cast towards me. My mother didn't have many friends, as she was always saying that she'd rather have a few true friends, than many fake ones. So, not many cars had come to grieve, and console each other.

"Come on sweetheart, I don't need you catching a cold out here." El tells me, but I don't want to move. I just want to stay here in the rain, silently asking for this to be a bad dream. I look back at her grave one more time, and I once again feel her presence beside me. I feel her smiling, as she whispers only to me. "Dry your tears sweetie, and stand tall. I'm in a much better place now, so please don't worry yourself over me." I sob again, but my heart feels lighter in the smallest way. It feels as if she really was whispering those things to me. This feeling gives me the strength I needed to tear myself away from her grave. I drive away with El by my side, my mother's words echoing in my head.

*Time Skip- Latter that night*

El's house looks exactly the same as it did when I was here only few months ago. The only difference is the empty oil cans scattered throughout the various rooms. I drive through the house, somewhat relaxing in the familiarity of it all. I can't lie, it feels good to be in a place that I have a good history with for awhile. I feel like everything is slightly normal again, and it makes me realize how much I miss this. I want things to be normal again. The only hard part, is trying to learn how to be normal again, when the most important car to me isn't here.

I feel like I'm about to cry again, but I try my best to fight off the feeling. My eyes are already tired and itchy because of all the crying I've done. I really don't want to make it worse. We move through the house, and go into the kitchen, were El begins to rummage through the cupboards. I sit still, silently watching him as he pulls out two cans of oil. He nudges one towards me, and I look down at it. I know I should drink something, but I'm not very hungry. When it becomes apparent that I don't feel like eating, El looks at me with tired, and worried eyes.

"Syina, please don't start starving yourself. I know you're not in the best state of mind right now, but you really need to eat." El says, looking at me sternly. I give a small, half hearted smile that we both know is mostly fake. I begin sipping on the oil slowly, more for El's sake than my own. I hate worrying my old friend, so I'll drink just to ease him. This has been really tough on the both of us.

My thoughts trail back to my father as I drink. It's a welcome distraction from the dark place they've been in the past few weeks. I wonder to myself what he's like, which something that I've done many times before. In my mind I picture somebody who cares a lot about those closest to him. He's somebody who stands up for his morals and what he truly believes in. I think that he would be kind, and somehow.. stable.

I have admired this image that I've had of him for so long, that I'm starting to really wonder what he's actually like. It's one thing to daydream about him, but it'd be another thing to actually know who he is. I wonder if El would be willing to give me some insight as to what kind of car he was. That is, if El knew anything about him. I never really thought to ask him before now.

"Hey El, can I ask you something?" I say, my voice cracking a little as I speak. I guess all the crying I've been doing is really taking a toll on my body. El looks towards me, slightly surprised. After a moment, though, his expression changes. He gives me a small smile. It's so small, in fact, that it's hard to tell that it's even there.

"Shoot." He says. I can't help but to notice how tired his voice sounds. It makes me wonder if he's been getting about as much sleep as I have in the past few weeks. Which isn't a whole lot. I take a breath, trying to figure how I want to ask this. I know what I want to ask, but I can't figure which words to use. I don't want to bring up what could possible be bad memories, but I can't just say never mind now. I guess bluntly is the best way to do it.

"Did mom ever tell you anything about my dad?" I ask, a little scared of the answer. El opens his mouth, and closes it again. He stares off into the distances for a few seconds, then he sighs. He looks back to me with furrowed eyebrows.

"Syina, what brought this up?" He asks me, and I look away from his intense gaze. I try to search my brain for a reason, but I have a hard time coming up with anything. Well, not anything that I want to admit to anyway.

"I wish I had an answer for you, El.. But I don't. All I know is that he's one of the only family members I have left. And even if I never get to meet him, I at least want to know what kind of car he was. Not his make or anything like that, but who he was on the inside.." I say, still not looking at Elliot. I'm afraid that if I do, he'll see how hurt I am by the fact that I never even knew my own father. I don't even know what his name is...

"Your mother never really liked to talk about it much.. But every now and then, I'd find her sitting out on some cliffs overlooking the forest. The view was stunning, especially when the sunset hit the tree line just right. She would always say that that place reminded her of him. She said that the warmth of the sun made her feel like she was near him again.. Even if it was only for a moment." At this point, I was looking into his eyes again. He took a deep breath before continuing, "Up on that cliff, she used to say that she sometimes thought about going back.. But something always stopped her from doing so. I could tell how much she loved your father, and how it broke her heart to stay away from him." He said, looking away as he finished.

We both sat in silence as his words sank into my brain. I always knew that mom loved my father, but I really knew how deeply she loved him. I had my suspicions of course, but it was hard to confirm them when she rarely talked about him. Even when she did, she was always so vague. It mush have really hurt her to think about him that much. My heart tightened a little at the thought. I wonder what made her stay away from the car that she loved so much. Something really horrible must have happened between them.

"El.. Why didn't she go back to him? If she loved him that deeply, then why would she stay away?" I asked, and he looked back at me with a heart breaking smile on his face.

"I don't really know what happened.. but I believe that your mother had to make a hard decision, so that they both could survive. Sometimes, it's easer to stay away from the person you love, instead of watching the two of you being pulled apart." I bit my lip at his words.. I feel like he knows more than this, but he's not willing to tell me for some reason.

"That makes sense.. sort of." I tell him, and he laughs lightly at me.

"You would have to experience it first hand to really understand it. Besides, a youngster like you-"

"I am not that young! I am twenty-three years old!" I exclaim, cutting him off. I chuckle a little bit, and laughs with me. I always get after him when he says that I'm too young to understand things.

"Compared to me, you're young."

"I can't really argue with you there, old man." I joke with him. After this slight break of tension, we both fall silent again. My thoughts find their way back to the previous conversation about my dad. I'm happy with the information that I now have, but I just don't feel like it's enough. I need to know more about him.. I need to know more about where I came from. I feel like I'll always be partially empty unless I find out more about him. Like his name, and the reason that my mother left him.

"El, do you know anything else about my father? Like his name, or where he could possibly be?" I ask, and he looks at me with serious eyes again.

"I'm sorry Sy, but I've already told you everything that I can." He says. I really don't think that he's telling me everything, but I know I can't force it out of him. El is stubborn that way. I bite my lip, battling with myself. There's two decisions that I can choose here. The first would be to just ignore this feelings, and try to carry on with my life as normal. The other, would be to find somebody else who would tell me more.

"I need to find my father." I say, barley above a whisper. "He's the only one who can tell me more about what happened." My eyes dart to El's face, which wore a shocked expression.

"Syina, listen to what you're saying! You don't even know his name, how can you be expected to even find him?!" He exclaims, but it doesn't change my mind.

"I have to try, otherwise I'll never forgive myself if I don't." I say defensively.

"What are you going to do? Go up to every man in the world and ask if he's your father?"

"If that's what it takes." I say, refusing to back down. El might think that I'm being childish or stupid, but my guts telling me that I have to do this. My gut is usually right, and I'm not going to stop trusting it now. My face is stern, as I stare back at him. After a moment he looks away and sighs.

"I don't really understand you, kid.. but if you truly need to do this, then I'll try to be supportive.." he says, and my face breaks out into a smile. I quickly give him a hard hug, and he hugs me back reluctantly.

"Thank you." I whisper to him.

"Yea, yea. If you're going to do this then, why don't you start by getting some rest. I suspect you'll be traveling a lot in the next few weeks." He tells me, and I laugh a little. With a quick peck on the cheek, I head towards the guest bedroom to get some sleep. El's right, I'll be needing all the rest I can get.

A/N So, yea. That's all I got for now.. And I'm making up a lot of this car stuff as I go, because I honestly didn't think it would be hard to write in a cars POV.. but it is. Anyway, this is good bye for now my dears.