The First Run
The First Run
"I don't know Ron. I trust you but still I don't know," Mr. Stoppable said as he watched his son admire his lady. It was a surprise, to say the least, that he saw his son arrived sin something that he thought was not practical.
It was elegant. It was beautiful. And it must have cost him dearly.
"It's ok dad," Ron smiled as looked at his father. "I know what I'm doing."
"It just. Well for your first I thought it would be something… practical," Mr. Stoppable said what was on his mind.
"She's practical," Ron defended while smiling. "I didn't want anything conspicuous." Mr. Stoppable sighed. He couldn't win this. Not when he saw the shine in his son's eyes. It had been a while since his eyes shone with life. If he was happy what could he do?
"Ok son, you win," he said. "Be careful out there." He gave his son a hug which Ron returned.
"Come on Dad. It's not like I'd do something crazy," Ron said.
"Famous last words," Mr. Stoppable muttered. "Have fun Ron. And stay out of trouble."
"I always do," he gave his father a mysterious smile. "I'm discreet after all." Mr. Possible hoped that that was true.
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Dr. Vivian Porter was worried. She was in the middle of nowhere with a broken downed car. She knew she was in Middleton but she rarely venture out. Her apartment was in Upperton and she had no idea how to get there. Her cell had enough charge for one last call. She hated that. Just when you needed the phone the most something like this happens.
She was alone. She was scared and she was carrying important documents for the Space Center.
She had no one to call but the Space Center. She just hoped that there was someone still there.
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"Possible," James Possible said as he answered the phone. "Oh. Hi Vi. What? Stranded in the Middle of Middleton? That's not such a crisis. What? You brought it with you? Hmm. Okay, sit tight and I'll send someone over." But who? There was only one person he could call and he hoped that he would pick up.
Dialing the number he waited until he picked up.
"Hello?" the other line picked up.
"Hello Wade," James smiled a little. "This is Dr. Possible."
"Oh, Hi doc," Wade's voice was cheerful. That's a good sign. "If this is about Kim, I still couldn't track her."
"Oh no. Nothing like that," James said. "I think Kim should have some time off. And sorry I snapped at you back then."
"It was nothing, Dr. Possible. Any father would react the same way." Quite perseptive, that boy.
"Thanks Wade. But that's not why I'm calling. Listen, I need a favor"
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Wade thought about it for a moment. Who could he ask? It was Kim who had most of the favors. Suddenly his Phone rang again.
"Hello?" the answered. He was genuinely surprised at who had called. "Hey! How are you doing? Really? That's fantastic. Where are you now? Really? Downtown Middleton?" the cogs in his heads began turning. But would he consent?
"I need a favor."
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Vivian was starting to get restless. It's not like she was afraid. Far from it. She was just uncomfortable being alone. She had left her robot at the office since it was a short trip. She maybe the sexiest Scientist in the Center but she was one of the loneliest. Most of the men see her as a prize. Something to conquer. And most of the women see her with venom and envy. It's a lonely life. All she had was her androids but still, she misses the warmth of a human being.
A knock on her window jolted her. She actually screamed. She had to admit, she was a nervous wreck.
Suddenly, her back window shatters making her scream in surprise. The attacker was trying to get in, no. He was trying to get her bag. Vivian got to the other side of the car and took her bag with her. She ran away, knowing pretty well that her heels would impede her escape. Immediately, she removed her shoes and continued running. She knew she couldn't get away but by God she was going to try.
"Come here!" the attacker reached out and almost touched her. Vivian swung her bag and caught him squarely on the side of the head, momentarily knocking him out. But it only delayed it a bit. She needed to get out of there and she needed to get out of there fast.
A loud roar interrupted her thoughts. It was an engine. She knew it. She dabbled in mechanics to know what kind of engine it was too. It was a 4.9 L V8 that generated at least 395 horses. The question was, was it friend or foe?
Tires screeched as the car turned a corner, making itself known. It was impressive. His driving style was elegant and extremely controlled. Charging towards her she didn't know what to do. She was vulnerable. She began regretting what she had missed out on life. The car suddenly made a 180, stopping its rear doors exactly where she was standing.
"Get in!" a familiar voice said making her snap out of it. Immediately, she opened the door and literally dived in. She hadn't got the chance to close the door but the force of acceleration made the door closed itself. Speeding off, Vivian managed to sit up and look behind them, seeing that her attacker gave up she looked at the driver but couldn't recognize him.
She felt that she knew him from before but she couldn't remember where.
"Where to, Ma'am?" the driver asked.
"Middleton Space Center," she said. "You could spare the horses. I think he's not following." The driver checked his mirrors to see if she was right. Determining that they were safe, he slowed the car to a respectable speed.
After determining that they were indeed going to MSC, she relaxed as she took a look around. The interior was nice, though a bit sporty. It was roomy but then again every executive class car was. It may be an older model but still, she was impressed.
And in silver. It was almost the epitome of class.
"Nice car," Vivian said as she felt her heart calm.
"Thank you," the driver said with a hint of pride in his voice. Vivian noticed that his suit was almost the same color as the interior of the car. Was he a chauffer? She didn't think so. He had the demeanor of a well trained driver. But with something else.
"Really nice," she said in awe. Specially when she saw that the interior was different from the standard car. And it also helped when she saw the badge on the gearshift.
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"A BMW E39 M5," she smiled. "Used it often?"
"Actually I just got her," the driver said. "This is actually our first run together. Man, I think she needs new shoes."
"I doubt a power slide could wear them out," she said. "Maybe a few more. How did you find me?"
"Wade," he said. "I was in the neighborhood and he said someone needed a lift. He didn't tell me it was you, Dr. Porter. Incidentally, aren't we missing someone?"
"I travel alone these days," she smiled. She knew him and he knew her. That calmed her a bit. "Are you a chauffer?"
"Not exactly," she could see the corners of his lips rise up. "I just go where the wind takes me. Me and the endless road with my lady."
"Just drifting along? Helping the helpless?" she teased.
"Fighting crime wasn't as it used to be," he said. "I don't know what I want to do with my life yet. I'm just taking it a day at a time." She was puzzled. He used to fight crime? Who was he?
"Coming up to the Space Center," he announced. Stopping at the gate, the guard looked inside and saw her. Vivian produced her ID and then he let them pass. When they reached the front door, the driver stopped the car and immediately went to her side and opened the door for her. It was then that she got a good look at him.
He was taller than her. Which was amazing since she was a tall woman. His blond hair was sleeked back to give him a composed demeanor. His suit was exquisite. He looked more like a businessman than a driver. But then again, maybe he is.
"Here you go Doctor," he was gallant as well. "Safe and sound."
"Thank you," she meant it. She really was grateful but still, there was something more than gratitude in her voice. There was a hint of attraction as well. Thankfully the man seemed dense. He was a gentleman. He wasn't ogling at her nor staring at her shapely figure. He was different and she wanted to know more about him.
"Wait!" she called just as he entered the car. The man stopped and looked at her curiously. "Will I see you again?" she mentally cringed. That was probably the cheesiest line in the world and she used it.
"I'll be around," he said and entered the car. Vivian watched him as he sped off.
She smiled, shaking her head. Wondering if she would be seeing her savior.
The man and his Lady BMW.
a/n: Ok. For those of you expecting something else, I'm very sorry but this was what I was working on. The first chapter was supposed to get you thinking. I hope you would still read and review even if it didn't met with your expectations.