I do not own Hot Wheels Battle Force 5. But I do own all the younger siblings of our favorite racing group. Please enjoy.
"No!" screamed Sharron in a British accent.
"You're going to visit your brother over in America and that's final," her mother said as she walked out of the room.
"Oh cheer up luv," Simon started, "you can now go and annoy Stanford with your constant whining."
"Why can't you go?" Sharron demanded.
"Because I didn't set fire to our cousin's house," Simon said as he sat down on the dark purple bed spread.
"It wasn't my fault! It's not my fault they had curtains by the fire place. All I did was brush up against them!" she huffed.
"You expect mum and dad to believe that? Come on Shar, think of a new excuse. You can't say everything was an accident. Like you accidently totaled your car," Simon said.
"So mum is making you take me to the airport?" Sharron asked as she finished putting her clothes in her large suitcase.
"Yep," Simon said as he grabbed the large suitcase, zipped it, and started walking down the hall.
"Can I drive?" Sharron asked as she ran after her brother. No matter what, Sharron had always been able to bring out the caring sides of both of her older brothers. She looks almost exactly like them, except her hair is longer, and she's sixteen.
"Nope," he said.
"Come on! I'm a better driver than you and Stanford combined," Sharron complained.
"I don't care. The last time I let you drive my car got totaled because you decided to go racing in it," Simon said as he put the suitcase in the trunk.
"I was challenged to a street race, what was I supposed to do?" she huffed as she got into her brother's car.
"You do realize that this is another reason they are sending away, right?" Simon said as he got in as well.
"So they're sending me away because they love me?" Sharron asked, the disgust was clearly heard in her voice.
"You're missing the point. You have been in five accidents in the last three months. They've all been because of your addiction to racing. Mum and dad don't know what to do anymore," Simon said as loving and straight forward as possible.
"So because Stanford said that he wanted to see me, I now have to go to America," she huffedas she leaned back in her seat.
"Hey you'll be back in a few months?" Simon said. "And think of it this way, you'll get to see beautiful scenery."
"I will?" Sharron asked genuinely curious.
"No," he laughed. The next few minutes were a blur as Isaac drove towards the airport. "You going to be okay?" he asked as he pulled up to curb.
"Yea, I'll be fine. I already have my plane tickets and things should be fine," Sharron said with a smile on her face.
"Okay, call me when you land. Don't tell mum, but there should be a car waiting for you. Everything is in your name," Simon said.
"What?! Thank you, thank you!" Sharron said as she hugged her brother, before racing off into the airport to head for America.
"You're going to be late!" shouted man.
"Yeah, yeah I hear you," said a teenager paying more attention to his phone than to where he was going.
"Jonathon put down your phone before you-" said his mother as he ran into a wall. "You know, spending time with you brothers is going to hopefully help," said Mrs. Cortez.
"I don't need to spend time with my brothers to fix me," Jonathon said as he rubbed his nose. He was built like Spinner. He had a wiry frame and brown hair.
"You spending time with them will be for the best," she said.
"In case you forgot, Sherman and Spinner left because they were addicted to their games," Jonathon huffed as he walked outside.
"Yes well, you will have a lot of fun hanging out with them," Mrs. Cortez said as hugged her son good bye.
"Dad, you can't be seriously sending me away!" Jonathon asked shocked.
"It's for your own good," he said as he watched a black limo pull up.
"Bye bye Jonathon," shouted a small girl as she ran up and clinged to the teenager's leg. She was about five years old.
"No! You can't make me go," he shouted in disbelief.
"You're going for at least two months," his mother said sternly.
"But!" Jonathon said as his parents dragged him towards the limo.
"Jonathon! You are sixteen, grow up and quit acting like a child," his mother said.
Thinking fast, his father yanked Jonathon's phone out of his hand and tossed it into the open car door and onto the seat.
"Hey!" Jonathon shouted as he dived into the car to protect his phone.
As Jonathon dived into the limo, Mr. Cortez shut the door and allowed the limo to speed off.
"Hey!" Jonathon shouted as he looked out of the tinted car window. "Great, now I get to go suffer with my older brothers, could this day get any worse?"
"Marken! Marken!" yelled a women.
"Yes," a boy said as he popped up behind his mother.
"You are just like you older sister Agura, always so stealthy when you're sneaking up on me," she said as she hugged her son with a smile on her face.
Marken just beamed at his mother, he always loved to make her smile.
"Are you ready to go?" his mother asked.
"Yep everything is all packed," Marken said as he looked over his shoulder towards the small suit case and backpack.
"You're going to have a wonderful time with your sister," his mother gushed.
"I'm really excited to be able to see what Agura has been up for the last couple of years," Marken said with pride. He had always looked up to Agura no matter what. He even got teased about how his older sister was his hero.
"Are you going to be okay for the flight over?" she asked.
"Yes mom, I will be fine," Marken said kindly.
"Oh I know," Mrs. Ibaden said.
"Hey I'm fifteen, I'll be alright," Marken said.
"Well, have a safe drive to the airport," she said as she hugged her son good bye one more time.
"I will," Marken said as he let go of his mother as reached for his stuff.
"I almost forgot, I have arranged for a brand new bike to be waiting for you," she said.
"Mom, you didn't have to," Marken said as he turned around to face his mother.
"I know, but you needed a new one and this way you'll have a motorcycle there already waiting for you."
"Thank you mom," Marken said as he walked back up the front porch steps and hugged his mother again. "I'll see you in two months."
"EriKa are you packed yet!" yelled a woman from the base of a set of stairs.
"Almost," Erika replied.
"Erika Alexandra Dalton, you are going to be late!" Mrs. Dalton yelled.
"You ready to go?" came Erica's voice from the front door.
"What have I told you about climbing down the side of the house?" her mother scolded.
"Oh come on, it's not that big of a deal," Erika whined.
"You are so much like A.J., he always said the same thing to me," the older woman said as she took her daughter into her arms. "Say hello to your brother for me."
"I will mom," Erika said as a tear slid down her cheek.
"Make sure you write to me at least once a week," Mrs. Dalton said sternly.
"Mom! I'm just visiting A.J., it'll be like when I was younger and went to summer camp," Erika complained.
"But you'll be gone for a lot longer, and you'll be out of the country," she said.
"I promise that as soon as I get there, I will call you," Erika said.
"Why did you both have to grow up so fast?" Mrs. Dalton said as she took Erika back into her arms.
"We all can't stay that little kid forever," Erica said as she hugged her mother tightly.
"Ok, now when you finally land, I'll have a jeep there waiting for you. It's in your name," she said.
"Mom you know we can't afford a new vehicle," Erika said.
"No, this has been something that I have been saving up for since you were born," she said. "So think of it as an early sweet sixteen birthday present."
"Is it an open one?" Erika asked excitedly.
"You'll have to wait and see," her mother said as she hugged Erika one last time.
"I'll see you in a few months," Erika shouted as she walked up to the waiting taxi.
"Devin are you ready to go," a man asked his son as he walked into the main room of the house.
"I do not see why I have to go and see Tezz," the teenage boy answered.
"Because your brother invited you to stay with him," the man answered.
"What? Tezz leaves for a few years and now he thinks that inviting me to come visit him will make everything better," Devin shouted in frustration. "No, dad, I'm not going."
"Your brother is trying to make amends," his father said.
"I don't care! Tezz should have just stayed dead!" Devin yelled.
"He is trying, the least we can do is give him a chance to redeem himself," the teenager's father answer.
"Then you go, because I'm not," Devin said.
"You think for a moment that I don't remember burying my oldest? Or losing you mother to grief over the fact that she thought Tezz was dead? No, I remember very clearly everything. Don't you think for a moment that I don't wish to see your brother," Devin's father said.
"But why now?" Devin asked broken.
"I do not know. That is something that you will have to ask him yourself," he said. "Now it's time for you to go."
Choking back tears, Devin nodded in acknowledgement. "I'll be back in a few months."
"See you then," his father said as he hugged his son goodbye.
"Mom! Dad! I'm ready," shouted a teenage boy from the front door.
"You're going to love America Zane," said Mrs. Takazumi.
"I hope so!" Zane said as he tried to hold in his excitement. He had been dreaming of getting to go see Zoom and America for a while. He never understood why Master Takeyasu would send Zen instead of himself to bring back Zoom.
"Please behave yourself, we do not need a letter from your brother saying that he never wants you to come back," his mother said.
"Come on, it's like you do not trust me?" Zane said with a smile on his face.
"Not for a minute," his father said with a slight smile on his face.
"I promise that I'll be good," Zane said
"When is your flight leaving?" Mrs. Takazumi asked.
"Not for a few hours but I figured that I would get to the airport early," Zane said.
"Well, have a safe trip and call us when you land so we know that you made it safely," she said as she hugged he son one more time.
"I love you to mom," he said as he hugged his mother back.
"Jason are you ready to go?" asked Mrs. Wheeler.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Jason said as he walked down a set of steps.
For a moment, Mrs. Wheeler thought that she was looking at her oldest, Vert, not Jason. Holding back tears, Mrs. Wheeler took Jason into her arms and said, "I hope you have fun hanging with your brother."
Hearing the tears in his mother's voice, Jason leaned away and said, "I don't have to go. I can stay here."
"No, you and your sister are going to visit Vert," Mrs. Wheeler said shaking her head and choking back tears.
"Where is Jenna?" Jason asked.
"She's outside waiting for you," Mrs. Wheeler replied.
"Mom we don't have to go," Jason tried to insist.
"No, this will be great for both of you," she said. "Jenna hasn't been the same since Vert left. Hopefully now she'll be better."
"Okay," Jason said as he walked outside to see if his twin sister was ready.
"Have a safe trip you two," their mother called.
"We will," Jason said as he turned around and waved.
"I don't see why I have to go," Jenna huffed as she tied down her backpack to the back end of her motorcycle. "Vert invited you, not me."
"Because, mom won't let me go unless you come with," Jason said as he did the same with his backpack.
"Whatever," she said as she mounted her scarlet motorcycle.
"Just try and behave," Jason said as he revved up his engine and took off to where their brother was waiting for them at.
"Whatever you say big brother," Jenna muttered under her breath as she sped off after Jason.