GoGo revved her bike's engine, anxious and angry and humiliated. She had awoken laying on Wasabi. And if that in and of itself wasn't bad enough, he had woken up before she had, so there was no way to sneak away without him knowing. His face had been unreadable, and just the thought of it made GoGo feel sick to her stomach. Now she was just trying to get home as fast as she could but this stupid traffic light wouldn't change.

"Ugh!" GoGo yelled to no one in particular, although she did notice the driver next to her looking at her funny. She glared at him before jerking her head back forward. She shot off like a rocket the second the light switched.

A siren blared behind her.

GoGo muttered a few choice words under her breath as she slowed down and pulled over.

The police officer took his time getting out of his car and coming up to the bike. GoGo ripped her helmet off and waited.

When the officer finally arrived, he just stood there for a minute, thumbs through his belt loops. "Excuse me, miss, but do you know how fast you were going?"

"No," GoGo replied in a forcibly even tone, "I haven't finished installing the speedometer on my bike yet."

"You built this bike?"

"Yes." The officer raised an eyebrow. "Sir," GoGo spat. "I'm a robotics student."

"I see. Can I see your driver's licsence?

GoGo handed it to him.

"And the motorcycle's documentation?"

"Documentation?" GoGo looked up incredulously. "You don't receive documentation until a vehicle is finished, and as evidenced by this bike's lack of speedometer, this bike's not finished yet."

"Well, I don't know about that, but I do know that any vehicle driving on public streets must have the proper documentation." The officer pulled out his pad and began writing. "I'm going to have to ask you to get off your bike and wait here while I call a tow truck." He tore the top sheet off his pad and handed it to her. She looked down at the dollar amount on the ticket. $150.

GoGo whipped her head back up and glared at the man. She had half a mind to try to outrun the policeman, but she really didn't want to have this fine and get arrested. Disgusted, she swung her leg over her bike and dismounted, crumbling the ticket a little in her hand.

"Keys?"

GoGo ripped the bike's key off her keychain and dropped it into the man's hand. The man handed her a business card.

"This is the impound lot that will have your bike. You can call them after you paid the ticket."

GoGo snatched the card, popped her gum, and gave the man one final scalding glare. Then she spun on her heel and stormed off.


Wasabi was driving through the downtown area, his mind a little baffled. He was still dwelling on what had happened earlier. He had awoken to GoGo Tomago sleeping on him. Had she intentionally done that? His arm had been around her, and he hadn't remembered doing that, so it was possible that GoGo had just slumped over while asleep. But why had she been sleeping next to him in the first place?

Wasabi furrowed his brow. He hated this uncertainty. In fact, he hated any uncertainty. He liked his relationships with other people to be clearly defined and unchanging. Not any of this…weirdness.

Wasabi rolled to a stop at a red light and allowed his eyes to drift to the sidewalk. What the-?

It was GoGo, storming down the sidewalk. She didn't appear to notice him, so he rolled down his passenger-side window.

"GoGo!" No response. "GOGO!"

Her head jerked up and her eyes darted around, searching for the source of the call. Her eyes finally came to rest on him.

"Do you need a ride?" Wasabi yelled.

She didn't reply, but did take a step towards him.

He glanced back at the light and then back at her. "Come on, hurry! The light's about to change."

GoGo jogged over to the small sedan, and scrambled in quickly. The minute her door was shut, Wasabi was moving forward once more.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Wasabi peeled his eyes off the road for a millisecond to glance at the small girl sitting next to him. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," she said shortly, looking positively livid. Her arms were crossed and she was glaring at the road ahead like it had personally offended her.

"Okay, then…where do you need a ride to?"

"Turn left at the next light."

Wasabi drummed his fingers against the wheel, uncomfortable with the silence. He turned the car left.

He glanced at GoGo again and decided to attempt conversation again. "So…why were you walking home? Don't you have you bike?"

"I did. Turn right."

"And…?"

"I no longer have it. Another right."

Wasabi's eye twitched. "Alright, then."

"Pull over here."

The car rolled to a stop next to the curb. GoGo swung herself out and muttered another thanks.

"You're welcome…"

GoGo was walking away, and, though he'd clearly been dismissed, Wasabi couldn't bring himself to drive away quite yet. He watched as she paused near a garbage can. He watched as she suddenly whipped something yellow out of her pocket, crushed it, flung it in the trash, and kicked the can before storming away, shoulders hunched. He watched as she disappeared into a dingy-looking pawn shop.

Something seemed to overtake Wasabi's mind. He put the car in park and got out, walking over to the garbage can. On top of some fast food wrappers was a crumpled piece of yellow paper. Wasabi picked it up gingerly and smoothed it out in his hands. It was a ticket for driving an unregistered vehicle. Inside this larger paper was a business card for an impound lot.

Wasabi looked up at the pawn shop, half expecting GoGo to emerge and kick his ass for finding this. Nothing happened. He looked back down at the papers in his hands, connecting the dots. He was very well-versed on traffic law and the repercussions associated with any given infringement. He carefully folded the ticket over the business card and tucked them both in his pocket before heading back to his car and driving off.


Hiro grumbled as he scrubbed down the windows on the outside of his aunt's bakery. "'Make them sparkle,' she says…'It's good for business,' she says…" Hiro muttered to no one in particular. He caught a glimpse of a familiar looking car in the reflection of the glass, which immediately distracted him from his irritating task. Her grinned and turned to find Wasabi's car waiting at the light across from him. He raised his hand to wave, but then stopped when he saw who was in the passenger seat. GoGo Tomago and Wasabi were in the car together. By themselves.

Funny, I didn't think they usually hung out without the rest of us...

Hiro watched as the light turned green and the car drove away. Weird…