Hi, Cars forum! So sorry to litter your place with my pointless oneshots, but it can't be helped XD

IMPORTANT!: Okay, I'm only posting this because my girlfriend (yes, I'm bi- got a prob with it?) wrote it. I know it probably won't make any sense because it includes an OC that hasn't even been freakin used yet! But you'll have an okay idea about who she is without having any spoilers for my upcoming story :)

ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Cars, but I own Starla.

WARNING!: Contains pretty obvious slash. Don't like, don't read.

~Kitty~

Sarge groaned, feeling unusually stiff that morning. Stretching his axels on his mat, he looked to the clock, wincing. He had fell asleep in a rather awkward position last night, apparently. The clock, strangely, appeared to be broken. Shrugging as only a car can, he rose on his axels and began to prepare for the day.

After a cold shower, he quickly drove over to his lover's home. It became a morning ritual for him to visit Fillmore and Starla.

Grinning as he entered their home, he wasn't very surprised to find them still asleep, curled up together on Fillmore's mat. The little Hyundai Genesis Coupe was snoring softly, bright colors that resembled Fillmore's design covering her white paint. The little girl had taken up being a hippie from the king of hippies himself. It had been nearly a year since Starla had been adopted by the couple, and Sarge was still trying to comprehend how he could have such a wonderful daughter and boyfriend. He had never moved in, though. When people asked why he didn't move in, he always responded that he refused to live in a hippie dome. Though, currently, he was having trouble finding sense in the reason.

Fillmore looked adorable when he was sleeping. His mouth was slightly open, snoring along with his daughter. Their designs seemed to merge together, like they were on one body instead of two.

Sarge shook his head good-naturedly as he made his way to the cafe. Almost noon by the looks of the sky and those hippies were still knocked out. Still wondering why he woke up so late, he drove up to the cafe where everyone was. Everyone froze when they saw him.

He frowned in confusion. "What?"

No one dared to speak. No one even dared to breath.

"Well?" Sarge huffed impatiently.

It was Flo who finally spoke. "Sarge... Have you looked in the mirror today?"

Sarge frowned. "What kind of question is that?"

Ramone pointed to his reflection in the windows of the cafe. Sarge followed his gaze... And froze, horrified at what he saw.

His army green paint was replaced with a light purple. The most terrible part was what was over the paint. There were rainbows, smiley faces, and peace signs all over him. On his right side, Starla and Fillmore had signed their names. On his left were the words "You've been hippie-fied, man :)".

A red haze settled over his vision. He was literally trembling with rage. The other residents were terrified; they had never seen the jeep so angry before.

He turned sharply, driving irradically toward Fillmore and Starla's screaming, "HIPPIES!"

"We did a good job, man."

Everyone turned as they saw Fillmore and Starla come out from behind the cafe, Fillmore flashing a smile to his daughter.

"Are you suicidal?" Sheriff cried.

"Nah, he just needed some love," Starla smiled.

~Kitty~

Are you confused? Yeah, but I promise that Starla will be coming soon! Work in progress, though :P I CAN NEVER GET ANY WORK DONE AT MY HOUSE!

Ahem. Anyway, review please :)

And I would love love love it if I could get some more reviews on my story "So Incredibly Worth It". Slash there too, BTDubs. Oh! And unusual pairing, but *shrugs* that's just the way I roll :D

~Kitty~