Author's long note: Here the first part of "Look, do not touch." The truth is that I do not want to be repetitive writing a boring love story that perhaps is already with a similar plot of others,, but I will see if at least I am able to get a little of your attention with this, besides, I believe that these stories are the only ones that I can create better.
My first SalQueen, I'll see how it goes. Obviously I will focus mainly on the relationship of these two. If someone has a constructive criticism about this, please let me know.
Also I'm going to take advantage of this modification to fix some errors of my first try writing it.
I must confess that Lightning and Cruz are not my favorite characters and although, Lightning is the protagonist of Cars and I should know their expressions well, I swear I would not know exactly how to interpret him perfectly, but at least I hope to fulfill certain expectations in the story. Dedicated more for those who are the true fans.
Human Version: Maybe some do not like my humanized versions of them, but I have been so long in a particular design that for me, they are like my "children". (You can see it in my dA gallery if you want.)
Anyway...
Thanks for passing by...
Shadoru
Fic: My original was written in 2013, I am uploaded again: 2018 with some changes, I adapted it to fit in a certain way after the events of Cars 3.
Look, don't touch.
"The forbidden calls you to tempt your own good sense, calls you as the sweetest piece of chocolate when you are in a strict diet. The more you avoid it, the more you want it, and if someone else can have it, you will love it too... That stupid desire... You knowing it's wrong, but still you feel that you need it...
... Even if you do not really need it.
The emotion of danger worth it? Some people say it teaches lessons for life ... Because that memory of that stone in the way is inevitably lasting. "
Chapter 1: A Happy Family.
Radiator Springs, the town in the middle of somewhere on Route 66 in Carlifornia, in Carburator County, had expanded a little since Lightning McQueen appeared in the town, and years later, with Cruz Ramirez. Many people from that state had moved to find new and healthy life, opening new business or just taking vacation, or listen to any of the crazy stories of Mater, one of the most prominent residents of the place, or just having a conversation with the NASCAR idols. Some people who were satisfied with Lightning greeting "Hello!" or a hand shake; taking a picture from the distance or asking him to take one with the fans, to which the veteran racer agreed without problems when he had the time.
Others more obsessed, wanted a piece of him, perhaps a lock of Lightning blond hair or a nail just cut, even a piece of cloth from the his clothes, parts of the burned tires of his car…
The same thing happened with the young Ramirez, but at this moment she was not in town.
The truth was that Lightning in recent years, and after hosting Cruz as his student, had to keep many things under seven keys, including his trash, it was unpleasant to see strange people hanging around and taking away the bottles of mineral water bottles he used after training.
Yes, fame had its good side, but also its bad side and... Especially a maniacal side on the part of the some fans.
Right now, by the time he and Sally had become parents, he was afraid that even his baby's disposable diapers, with all the contents, would be picked up and framed as a souvenir of a "wonderful summer" at Radiator Springs.
He was a little paranoid.
One Thursday in the early morning, in that room of married couple with pale colored walls, and in the middle of that space, a bed queen sized with no backrest, but invaded by a lot of beige and white pillows at the head (they had 10 pillows on, more or less), but many of them on the floor right now.
Lightning and Sally sleeping peacefully.
A cradle located by the side of the mother… Sally, with long dark hair down, who had her hand on one of the edges of the object where their kid was enjoying his dream now. Sally, being a mother for first time, was too much alert to any movement.
6:35 in the morning, a blow on the floor awoke Sally. Her brown hair over her frightened blue-green eyes, her face pale from thinking that it could have been...
-The baby! – Gasped, she sat on the bed as possessed, her heart beat fast and her breathing quickened. -Stickers... - Looked at her other side of the bed. -Stickers? - Sally got up, by the side of the crib and looked where McQueen should have been, by her side. But… He was not there.
Suddenly a whimper and the appearance of a hand from the floor to up, on the side of the bed, made a small squeal come out of her mouth.
-Eek! -
-Ouch... Ouch, ouch, ouch... - The hand that pressed now the sheets to push the body up and those complains belonged to Lightning.
He had fallen off the bed.
-Oh... – Sally sighs, more relaxed with a palm of her hand on her chest, breathing normally, shaking a little the head. - God, not again. - She whispered watching her husband lean up one more time on the queen sized. -It's the third time that you fall out of bed this week. Did you have a new bad dream? –
-Yeah... I dreamed that I was crashing, my car was burning in the middle of the last lap of the race and to save me from the dreaded gasoline tank explosion, I had to throw myself out of it. I was very hurt too - Lightning sits on his side of the bed and looks straight ahead.
On top of a chest of drawers, was in a wooden hanger the first jacket he used to drive sponsoring by Rust-Eze. -Seeing how my machine was destroyed, burned in the middle of the track, was so painful. Although it is a dream. And even if it's already happened years ago... I do not know why I keep dreaming of this... When I know I got over it-
Seconds after a couple of deep sighs, he turned his eyes to Sally.
-It did not wake him up, right? - Asked about their son.
-No, luckily he does not, it was very difficult to make him sleep last night. - She looked at the crib and smiled, then spoke again with McQueen. - Hey... It's the same dream, right? Three times the same.-
-Yes, I did not worry the second time, but now ... - He shook his head a little. -Do you know what Mater said to me when I told him about this? - Lightning shows an expression of anguish.
-No, what did he say? - Curious Sally, now sitting next to him. -
- "It will be that you are missing the races too much, or there is an evil spirit pining you - it must be the Ghost Light or the Screamin' Banshee." - McQueen told.
-Haha, do not tell me you believed that story? You know that Mater likes to invent stories. - She laughed at that, and on many occasions she knew that Lightning was left undecided with everything was happening around his best friend when Mater told an incredible story. -
-No, I ... Maybe ...- He scratched his head and looked down, then changed the subject to not give the reason to Sally's question. Yes, she knew him well enough… -Hey, what time is it? – Now he turned his gaze to the alarm clock was on the bedside table next to him.
-6: 45 am, good time to start the day. – She answered before he observed well the clock, got off the bed by her side, walked to her dresser on the other side of the room, took her hairbrush and untangled it like every morning before going to bathe.
-Don't take too much into the bathroom... - He asked, still sitting there, watching all her movements. -
-I never delay too much, you are the one who makes eternal showers. I've still been wondering how much you have to fix in you. - Sally spoke without leaving the brush down.
- Haha. Are you kidding, right? I'm Lightning McQueen; I have to keep a good image, neat and radiant. - Made a very smug smile.
-Yes... Surely yes... When you return from your training on the dirt track, you literally come back with all the dust of the road on top. - Once she settled for her hair, she returned to her steps on the bed and leaned over to hug her husband and kiss him good morning.
Both close their eyes in coordination to blend into a passionate morning kiss.
After long seconds, Sally slowly separates the lips of his, slowly opening her eyes again.
-Good morning... - She smiled, even hugging Lightning.
-Good morning, Sal... Will you forgive me for having woken you up so suddenly? And because, I'll back at home from the dirty track, out of my neatness? - He asked, now looking at her with puppy eyes, caressing the chin of his wife.
- Just if you give me another kiss... - Sally suggested.
- Deal. –
When they were about to kiss once, the whining and crying from their baby son interrupted them.
- Oh, Lance, you're very timely... – McQueen sighed.
- Hehe... Well, maybe later. - Releases the hug, she got out of bed, went to the crib and pick up her baby. - Here I am, my love... Do not cry. - She smiled at him and spoke slowly, tenderly. The boy is calmed with the voice and loving arms of Sally, then he sees he was not alone. - Morning my sweet baby boy... - She kissed him on the forehead.
Lance looked at his mother with big watery teal-green eyes, now relaxed, taking a couple of fingers into his mouth, making typical baby noises.
-Aww, my boy so cute. - She cannot help but spoil him, almost forgetting what she was going to do before.
Lightning chuckled.
-Hehe, Sal, although I love seeing you so motherly, I must interrupt to tell you to take advantage of preparing your bath, I'll take care of Lance. I will prepare his bottle of milk, bathe him in the baby tub and having him ready for you once you leave the bathroom. - Suggested.
- Oh! True, I have to go see the Cozy Cone and W.W Motel this morning, I must hurry... - Places gently the child in McQueen arms. -Stickers... please remember, do not give him his milk before his bath. The powders, perfumes and others are in the furniture in the other room, choose a suit with a good color combination, last time you put a mixture of colors that my baby looked like a Van Gogh painting. –
While Lightning nodded his head about every instruction (Like every day), at the same time he received Lance in his arms.
- Hey! Van Gogh's paintings are great, I know everything you just said, and how many times I've prepared our son before leaving? Huh? – He interrogated, rocking slightly the baby, who was still calm.
Sally sighed.
- For that reason, Stickers... Every time it's your turn changing the child's clothes, I see a disaster in the next room: Baby powder spilled on you and lotions on furniture, misplaced clothing in the drawers... –
- Okay, okay, relax, Sal, I got it... We're just having a little fun. - Is not like this, Lance? - He looked at the baby, who was more interested in his own hands and takes one of his father's finger to put one in his baby mouth. - See? - McQueen smiled, now back at Sally with an "innocent" look.
- Right... You win; just do not leave a mess please. - She asked and finally locked herself into the bathroom.
When he heard the "click" of the door, sighed, then spoke to the child.
- We are free men, son, we can do our will... Yes... - He stood still a moment feeling in the lower back of the baby something was lukewarm. - Oh no... Wet diaper, I think you take what freedom very literal. It's time to clean you, urgently. –
Passing a couple of hours, the three were ready to go about their business, Lightning had to attend something in the Hudson Hornet Racing Museum and also thinks on whether or not to reopen the school for future NASCAR promises, since his star student was on vacation to visit her family, McQueen decided to closed it for a while. Besides, he could not ask for help from anyone else, not even Mater who was busy with to his own issues, and now that Holley was pregnant, she was his priority. Everyone in the town had work to do; Lightning had no one to help him with the school.
Then he spent the afternoon driving his legendary car.
Sally, meanwhile, went immediately to the Cozy Cone, a girl who helped her with the work in the nights and early mornings, for now she had to go to sleep while the brown haired woman took her place.
In the lobby, she had a crib for Lance, installed behind the counter, next to her, also a couple of toys, a bottle, diapers and more. So she let the baby there, he taking a nap while his mother does her things.
Before Camille, the young girl left, she gave a message for Sally.
- Mrs. Carrera, I almost forget, I have a note from an important person who demanded the best room overlooking Route 66 in Wheel Well Motel. He says he will come tomorrow. – Camille commented.
- "Important person"? How's that significant? This person did not specify anything? Who is him? He's the King of any country? - Sally asked many questions in less than 10 seconds, took one of the cookies that were left over after breakfast, from her bag, eating a piece.
-No, no... He says he's a friend of you and your husband also said his name: - The girl read her confusing handwriting in a book of passengers reserving by phone. Camille was so tired at that time, she barely wrote that message consistently at the last minute.
-He said his name is... Francesco Bernoulli. –
To be continue...
Disclaimer.
-Lance and Camille are characters that originally belong to me like this story. (c) Shadoru.
-The other canon characters belong to (c)
-I'm sorry my bad English.