(A/N Alright, I'm kind of, maybe, most likely writing this chapter without THE NIGHTS RAGE's help. He's a little busy recruiting people for our new group, The Raging Equinox Knights! I think that's our name… Pretty sure. And no! The two of us making a club has nothing to do with our egos blowing up! XD Even though it really looks that way…

By the way, I going to have to have you guys send me a PM to GTFO {off} my PS3 and type the next chapter for this and any other story you're waiting for. But I promise you that I will try to update this story every weekend. THIS I SWEAR!

Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD or any of the Speed Racer elements featured in this story. This story is non-profit.

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The Sleep-Over

Ash, Ronnie, and Cameron were now upstairs in Ronnie's room. The room was painted pink and had everything a six year-old pageant fanatic could ever wish for, courtesy of Ronnie's mother who thought Ronnie would actually grow up to be in one.

"Alright, the bikes are in the garage, your mom said me and Cameron could stay the night, and I got your stupid ice bucket even though I'm pretty sure you won't need it. Ya big baby." Ash finished going down her imaginary list. Cameron was currently passed out on the airbed Ronnie set up while Ash was putting the bikes in the garage. Cameron was still in her clothes.

"You forgot something…" Ronnie ignored Ash's last comment and smirked. She got dressed for bed in her blue "XD" monkey pajama bottoms and a tank-top.

"What?" Ash flopped down on a bean bag. She didn't bring any change of clothes. Ronnie let her borrow a "RAWR means I love you" snorgtee and dark green short shorts.

"What movie are we going to watch? Duh." Ronnie hopped off her bed and walked to her entertainment system to check her movie inventory.

"No movie. We have a race tomorrow and we have to go to bed. Now."

"It's only eight o'clock, Granny."

"I'm proud of you for being able to tell time but we still have to go to sleep." Ash snorted and stood up from her squishy seat.

"Do you really want to be a smartass when we're in MY house?" Ronnie flipped Ash off and continued to look through her collection.

"Oh goody yes. May I be a smartass just a little bit longer? Pretty please?" Ash joked with a bad version of a British accent.

"Keep it up. Wake up to a surprise tomorrow. And when I say surprise, I mean a bucket of this so-called useless ice all over you."

"You wouldn't." Ash narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, yes I would. And you know it. Now pick a movie already." Ronnie waved to Ash to help her look for a movie.

Ash rolled her eyes and squatted down right next to Ronnie. She knew Ronnie wouldn't shut up until they watched a feature. "Ooh! Can we watch this one?" Ash's face lit up as she picked up a blank Blu-ray DVD.

"What- Aw come on!" Ronnie peered over to see what Ash picked out. "You watch that movie more than you should."

"So what? It's an awesome movie."

"Yeah, it stopped being 'awesome' after the hundredth time watching it." Ronnie's shoulders slumped and she stood up. She made her way to the bed and lifted up the covers as if she was about to retire for the night, all of her previous energy vanished.

Ash ignored her and popped the Blu-ray in and then tuned the T.V. to HDMI2. As the previews started, Ash quickly turned off the lamp light and jumped over the air bed to land on Ronnie's bed. Ash's landing caused Ronnie to fly off the twin bed.

"Ugh! Watch it!" Ronnie clutched the bed covers and brought herself up to glare at Ash.

Ash wasn't paying any attention to her, instead her eyes were glued to the flat screen in front of her.

"The Sonic Sultan, the Titan of the Track, the King of the Course, the Soaring Sovereign of Speed known as the mighty Night Fury!" The words exploded onto the screen and epic fanfare blew up on the T.V that was on high volume.

Ash's reached behind her and snatched a pillow from Ronnie and brought it to her chest. Her grin grew wider as Night Fury performed his famous nitrous boost. "Shh! Shut up!" Ash warned everyone in the room. She inched closer to the foot of the bed.

Ronnie rolled her eyes as she hooked up her iPod. No one was talking besides the announcer on the T.V.

Ash strained her ears to hear the well-known spooling of the Night Fury-420 just as the blue flames shot out of the exhaust pipes on each side of the 420 bike.

"Awesome!" Ash and Cameron yelled together. Ash looked over to her left to see that Cameron got up to watch with her. She gave Cameron a big smile. Cameron smiled back and then turned back to the screen.

"I'm surrounded…" Ronnie got off of her bed and walked past the screen to get on the now vacant air bed. But not before muttering curses along the lines of taking over her own room.

"Get your big ass out of the way, Ron! This is the best part!" Ash leaned to her right and waved at Ronnie.

FWOOSH!

Ash fell off the bed as Ronnie's pillow connected with her head. "No, you did not just do that…" Ash stood up and glared at Ronnie from the other side of the bed.

"That's what you get for insulting my well sculpted ass! Besides, you watched this movie a buttload of times. You say the whole movie is the 'best part'." Ronnie put her hand on her hip and returned her own glare.

Cameron stiffened while in the middle of the two and reached over to pause the movie with the remote.

Ash snorted. "Well sculpted, my ass…"

WHAM!

"Ow dammit!" Ash picked up the second pillow Ronnie threw at her and vaulted over the bed to tackle Ronnie to the floor.

Ronnie simply stepped aside as Ash flew by her into the air bed. Ash bounced once and got thrown to the floor by the air bed. "I'll give you a negative -10 for the landing." Ronnie held onto her own pillow and snickered.

Ash got Ronnie into a nelson hold and brought Ronnie down to the ground. Then Ash pinned Ronnie down with her legs clasped around her stomach. "Now that we're both comfortable… Cameron, play the movie." Ash told her.

Ronnie struggled against the hold and cursed every word in the book. "Cameron, if you push play, I'm going to kill the both of you." Ronnie stopped struggling and prepared her secret weapon for whenever she thought Ash got out of line.

"Bleh…"

"Ewuh! That's disgusting!" Ash released Ronnie and started wiping Ronnie's saliva off her forearms. "Ronnie, what the hell- Ah!"

Ronnie straddled Ash's stomach and grabbed hold of her wrists. "Admit defeat and I'll let you go with a light soaking." Ronnie parted her lips and a small line of spit slowly fell downwards to Ash's face.

"Ugh!" Ash wrenched her wrist from Ronnie's grip and head butted Ronnie. But something must've went wrong because Ash started seeing stars.

Ronnie lost consciousness and fell on top of Ash.

It was quiet save for the movie playing. Cameron paused the movie and turned on the lights. She looked down at the two sleeping forms and flipped her camera phone out. Cameron kneeled down and repositioned Ash and Ronnie so that they were in suggestive positions. Then she stood back up and unleashed a flurry of shots of Ronnie and Ash. Afterwards, she labeled the new album "WORLD'S BIGGEST FAN! XD" Cameron was about to call it a night but then a devious thought crossed her mind.

Cameron lay down in the middle of Ash and Ronnie and beamed at the camera. After she labeled the picture "Save this one for later…. WOOT! :3", she picked up Ash's leg and dragged her unconscious body to the air bed and then hefted her idol onto the unstable bed. Then she picked up Ronnie's arm and hauled Ronnie to her own bed. Now finished, Cameron couldn't decide which bed she wanted to sleep in. This opportunity was too good to pass up in Cameron's mind. Soon enough, Cameron's thoughts proved too much for her and she fainted in the middle of the room.

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Kitchen of Ronnie's house - Morning

"Thanks for making breakfast, Ms. Thompson!" Cameron beamed at the down to earth mother.

The dining room table was decked out with scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles, French toast, bacon, and sausage. Orange juice or strawberry milk in their own pitchers. Cameron was at the head of the six chair table while Ash and Ronnie were sitting across from each other.

"Don't think anything of it. Got to make sure my ladies get a good breakfast for their big day!" Ms. Thompson sat herself down at the other head of the table with her own plate. If she was worried about her daughter and her best friend glaring at each other, she didn't show it. Ms. Thompson was the only woman already dressed for the day which was a great feat considering it was twelve o' clock. With her curly golden brown hair down to her shoulders, her crisp white work shirt underneath a navy blue sweater, and finally her white pencil pants/slim ankles she had gotten herself together and made a breakfast fit for an army.

After a few moments, neither Battle Cross racer made any movement to eat breakfast.

The both of them stayed that way until Ronnie broke off and stabbed a stack of French toast and brought it to her plate.

Ash grabbed hold of the scrambled eggs plate and put a large serving on her plate.

The both of them continued to angrily fill their plates with food until they were satisfied and then dug into their meal. It soon evolved into a competition and then it plainly turned into the both of them choking on their food and drinks.

While Ronnie and Ash were sputtering and making a fool out of themselves, Ms. Thompson put her foot down. Cameron felt the tension and conveniently left the room to refill the pitchers.

"I miss this bonding time with you beautiful, talented, level-headed ladies. Right before I go into a ten-hour work day on the weekend, I love to just be around my daughter and her best friends. They would joke around and laugh before they go into a life-threatening race that makes me worry so very much. But I accepted it this lifestyle, because it makes them happy. And their happiness makes me get through it all." Ms. Thompson wasn't talking to anyone in particular but the message was well received by the two ladies.

Ronnie dropped the glare she was sending Ash and looked down at her breakfast. Ash's eyes softened and she lowered her gaze too.

"Well, I'm off to work. Good luck with your race and please be careful." Ms. Thompson excused herself and cleared her place. "And before you go, could you put the dishes into the sink to soak?"

Ronnie nodded her head and averted eye contact.

"Thanks sweetie. See you tonight!" Ms. Thompson walked over to Ronnie and kissed her head good-bye. "Tell Cameron I said bye." Then she went over to Ash to give her an one-armed hug. Ms. Thompson's heels clicked on the wooden floors as she opened the door and walked out. The retreating footsteps faded away and the sound of her car driving away was the last sound heard. The dining room was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

"Ronnie-"

"Ash-"

"Sorry." Ash and Ronnie said at the same time.

"Shut up and let me talk, okay?" Ronnie said rudely. Ash rolled her eyes and made the motion to lock her mouth and throw away the keys. "Listen, sorry I interrupted your fetish last night."

Ash set her jaw at the accusation but pushed the annoyance away. "Sorry I insulted your ass last night. It's very well sculpted." Ash finished her apology with a smile.

"Let's not get lesbo here, Ash." Ronnie put her hands up in front of her.

The smile dropped off Ash's face. "Don't get full of yourself, I just was being nice. Now hug me so we can put this behind us." Ash got up and walked over to Ronnie's side. Then she held her arms apart and pointedly averted eye contact.

"Complimenting my body and asking for hugs. I think we're pushing the bounds of this partnership." Ronnie joked and quickly jumped into the hug before Ash could say "Forget about it".

"Yay! You guys made up!" Cameron stood in front of the door to the kitchen, beaming at the two. "Just in time too. We got a race to win!" She put both her hands up for a high-five.

"Hell yeah!" Ronnie and Ash slapped hands with Cameron's.

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After the race - The Lobby of the Stadium - Afternoon

The four teens had just hooked up their bikes onto their vehicles and gathered back into the Lobby to find out their standings.

"What's up? Y'all just got pwned, oh yeah!" Ash got right in Stewart's agitated face and promptly gloated. Ash was still in her turquoise blue and yellow battle suit. Most of the suit was blue save for the yellow slashes here and there and the claws on the chest plate. Her Nadder-420 was matching her suit.

"Oh yeah, get in the kitchen and make me a sammich, beyotch!" Ronnie grabbed hold of Teddy's head and shook it violently. Ronnie had on her venomous light green battle suit that was riddled with red spots and military pockets. Her Zippleback-420 was the same except for it was dark green and had a scaly design.

Teddy swatted Ronnie's hand away. His dark green battle suit was mostly bulky armor pieces on what he thought were his weak spots. His Gronkle-420 was just like his suit. Heavy armor and loaded with explosives. "Piss off, we let you wombats win! Beating little girls wasn't good for our image." Teddy stated as if it was already obvious.

Stewart agreed with a nod. His flashy crimson battle suit had orange, yellow, and red flames escalating from the feet to the shoulders. His Nightmare-420 was heavy armor class just like the Gronkle-420 but had less explosives and more hand weapons. For example, Stewart's trademark flame flower hose that took up most of the room on the bike. "Don't think for a second that you're in the same league as us!"

"Excuse me. If you're done causing a commotion, I have a message for this group of rookies."

All four teens turned their attention to a middle-aged husky man in work shirt and pants with a clip on tie. His sleeves were rolled up and his hairy balloon arms were crossed over his barrel chest. A distinguishing trait of the man was his unusual blonde mustache. One side was longer than the other.

"Well? Spit it out!" Teddy shouted at the man. He received a smack upside the head.

"Shut up! This guy could be a scout!" Ronnie yelled at Teddy.

"Wait, you don't look familiar. Which racing sponsor are you from- Ow!" A red helmet collided with the back of Ash's head.

"Shut up. This guy could be a scout." Stewart mimicked Ronnie's earlier statement and walked over to the stout man. "Stewart Johnson and Teddy Thorston, where do we sign?" Stewart held his hand out as if the deal was already done.

The man raised an eyebrow.

"Frickin' dumbass!" Ash rubbed the back of her head and threw her own helmet at Stewart's head. It connected and Stewart saw stars. But Ash didn't stop there, she grabbed both of Stewart's ankles and started stomping on his crotch. "How's that metal cup treatin' ya?"

Ash only got two seconds of slamming her foot down before Teddy came to Stewart's rescue by drop-kicking Ash.

Ronnie retaliated for Ash by delivering a Superman punch to Teddy's head.

"I'm from Haddock Racing Tech."

Everyone stopped fighting and stood at attention.

"My name is Gordon and I would like you all to accompany me to the HRT Tower. Solomon Haddock has requested for each of you specifically. Ashley Hofferson, Veronica Thompson, Theodore Thorston, and Stewart Johnson."

"Whoa! Are you serious right now?" Teddy spoke for everybody. "You better not be trolling us!"

Gordon laughed. "No, no. I am very serious. But before we depart, do you all agree to answer Solomon's invitation?"

"No shit, Sherlock!" Ronnie answered.

"I'll take that as a yes. Good, the limo is here." Gordon waved his hand in the direction of the party bus limo that had an old Night Fury plastered on it. All four teen's jaws dropped to the ground.

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The Haddock Racing Tech Tower - Late afternoon. Early evening.

The four rookies had just finished the tour of the HRT Tower. They were currently walking down the halls of the 27th floor, the Trophy Hall of Fame.

"Dude, this tower probably goes straight to the Moon." Teddy guessed the measurements of the tower's height.

"Psh. More like the Sun." Stewart had his eyes on the endless line of trophies.

"Stewart, don't be an idiot. It obviously goes all the up to Uranus. Somewhere Teddy's been all the time." Ronnie stated like it was common sense. Ash stifled a laugh as Stewart and Teddy nodded their heads in understanding. Then they came to realization and glared at Ronnie.

Ash stopped laughing when something caught her eye.

The display case that held Night Fury's armor and 420 bike!

Ash shoved past everyone and pressed her face against the glass. Her eyes grew even wider as she noticed the Night Fury-420 in the same case. Ash's eyes took in every detail until someone cleared their thought.

"You're fogging the glass."

"Sorry!" Ash jumped and backed away from the display case. Then she turned to who she thought was the security to kick her out of the Tower. But to her surprise, it was just a mysterious boy that look a couple of years older than her. His piercing emerald eyes stared directly into hers as he leaned against the wall next to the case.

"Actually, keep it up. I hate looking at that eyesore." The teenager was dressed in a crisp white work shirt that was unbuttoned and parted as a tank top was shown to be under it. With black dress pants, pointed shoes, and calculative expression, Ash almost didn't hear the insult.

"Eyesore?" Ash looked ready to pounce as the group caught up with them.

"Yes. Hey Gordon." The teenager ignored Ash's death glare and lazily saluted Gordon.

"Hello Hector. Let me introduce you to our guests." Gordon stepped aside.

"No offence, but I really don't care. What are they doing here?" The teenager named Hector interrupted and bluntly asked what their purpose was.

Gordon sighed. "Solomon requested them-"

"Orgasmic fans. Perfect." Hector rolled his eyes.

"Watch it, Shrimp! You are the last person to be cracking jokes with your sad looking self." Stewart stepped away from the group.

"Yeah, who are you? The janitor." Teddy snorted.

"No, but I have the power to make that your career if you don't fix your tone." Hector stated coolly.

"Fix my tone? You wanna get splattered over the walls?" Teddy ran towards Hector.

"Stop." A deep voice that demanded respect bellowed and made everyone pause. "Don't fight my son. You won't win."

Solomon Haddock, himself, made his presence. The founder of Haddock Racing Tech was 6 feet 6 inches with the body of a season heavy-weight champion all tucked into a very expensive looking blue suit with a purple tie. Solomon's red hair was nicely curled and gathered and his only facial hair was a rugged close shaven beard.

Solomon turned around and signaled for everyone to follow him with his two fingers. "We'll discuss the business over dinner. You all must be hungry after your race."

The rookies shuffled and followed Solomon. Hector and Gordon were in the back talking.

After a few twists, turns, and a elevator ride, everyone arrived to the dining room where the plates and silverware already laid out on the massive 18-person table. A master chief was standing at attention.

Solomon guided everyone in and told them to pick a seat.

Solomon sat himself down at the head of the table. Ash and Ronnie got two seats next to each other at one end of the table. Teddy and Stewart sat together opposite of the girls. Although Gordon didn't stay, Hector sat himself down at the other head on the table.

No Battle Cross racers moved as they sat there twiddling their fingers. Solomon brought his hands up and snapped once. "Ingerman, get me the steak dinner platter, Hector his usual junk food, and have your son bring in uh… what do you call it? Taco Bell? That will be for our guest. Will that be alright with you all?" Solomon peered over to his guest for the evening.

"Hell yeah!" Ronnie, who had been quiet since they all have gotten off the bus, yelled out loud. Ash swatted Ronnie's arm and gave her a "behave" warning glance. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize. Please act as you normally would. You all are my guest." Solomon waved it off.

"Awesome…" Stewart ripped one right then and there. It lasted for a whole three seconds. "Thought I was going to explode any second now."

Ronnie coughed to cover her laughing, Ash face palmed and Teddy complained. Hector, who was ignoring them entirely while on his laptop, looked up when he heard someone breaking the sound barrier. Then he sighed and went back to typing.

A moment later, Ingerman rolled out a cart with two platters on it. Then a second later, Frankie pushed through the double doors with two dozen soft and hard taco boxes, a 2 liter of Mountain Dew Baja, a few bags of cinnamon twists, and lastly three CrunchWrap Supremes. Frankie balanced everything and announced his presence. "I got the Taco Bell you ordered, Mr. Haddock."

Ronnie perked up when she heard Frankie's voice from behind the mountain of food. "Frankie? Is that you? Get you smexy ass over here!"

Frankie almost dropped the order when Ronnie called for him. He quickly hurried over to the table and laid the food down. He organized it and poured everyone their cup, his face was beet red as he poured Ronnie's drink. Then he went over to the head of the table, where Hector was sitting, and served him his drink and CrunchWrap Supremes.

Frankie was about to leave but Solomon stopped him.

"Frankie, do you know these ladies?" Solomon asked the son of his personal chef. Solomon had noticed Ash and Ronnie smiling at him as he served them their food.

"Yes, My. Haddock." Frankie nodded and averted his eyes from the two females.

"Ingerman, will it be alright if Frankie takes a break and joins us?" Solomon turned to Frankie's father.

"Of course. Thank you for the generosity, Mr. Haddock." Frankie's father spoke in a thick accent nobody could place.

"Think nothing of it. Sit wherever you'd like, Frankie." Solomon told Frankie and began to dig into his steak dinner.

Ronnie waved over to the empty seat next to her and Frankie hesitantly sat down next to her.

"This is awesome! Tour of the most expensive tower in Berk, free Taco Bell, and Frankie's here! By the way, what's this business you wanted to talk about, Han Solo?" Ronnie asked Solomon before taking a bite into her taco.

Solomon coughed at the nickname and cleared his throat. "Pardon?"

Hector snorted from his end of the table.

"What's so funny, Chewbecca." Ronnie joked about Hector's messy brown hair.

Hector didn't respond and put on his headphones.

"Well, to answer your question, Veronica. And let me just put this simply so you all can continue eating, I want you all to be in the International Grand Championship!" Solomon answered calmly and started chewing his steak.

Food and drinks were sputtered everywhere as Solomon announced the news to the Battle Cross rookies.

"HRT will be sponsoring you all as well." Solomon didn't skip a beat.

The four teens fell out of their chairs.

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"Please call this number and Gordon will pick you all up for the final decision. Have a good night." Solomon waved and retired to his quarters.

Ash, Stewart, Teddy, Ronnie, and Frankie nodded and climbed into the limo.

Ronnie had overeaten and passed out as Frankie carried her out of the Tower. She was currently sleeping between Ash and Frankie. She was leaning on Frankie as she slept.

Ash was turned away from them and thinking of where she could seen Hector before. He looked familiar to her.

Stewart and Teddy were pumped. Their incoherent chatter could be heard from the front of the bus.

Gordon smiled and shook his head. He knew things were really going to start up during the next three weeks for the rookies.

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Haddock Racing Tech Tower - Nighttime

"HECTOR! Could you come into the parlor room for a moment?" Solomon Haddock called for his son. Solomon was sitting on one of the many Lazy Boy recliners set up in the movie theater living room. Rows after him were identical chairs all in front of the 90" inch cinema screen. The feature currently playing was "Night Fury: Hero Racer of Berk!".

"What is it now?" Hector Haddock walked in and rubbed his hands together on the rag he was holding. He had just started working on some prototype 520-bikes when he heard his father calling him on the overheard speakers. Hector was visibly annoyed from being interrupted by his father after the both of them had just had dinner. Hector thought Solomon had a chance to ask him for whatever he wants when they were together at the table.

"Watch your tone. I wanted your opinion on the newest additions to the race I'm hosting." Solomon paused the movie and looked over to Hector for his input.

"That's it? Hector's jaw set as he narrowed his eyes at his father. "If you must know, I don't care for them. Just a bunch a fan girls of that idiot Night Fury." Hector turned to leave but his father's next words stopped him in his tracks.

"Calling yourself an idiot nowadays, are you?" Solomon ignored Hector's usual attitude and smugly inquired to his son's assumption.

"Speaking of stupidity, what moron father would let his idiot son run his company for him?" Hector left the room smirking at his small victory.

Solomon glared at the screen in front of him. Then he reached into the couch's hidden compartment to get a cigar. Once lit, Solomon breathed in the sweet nicotine to calm his inner annoyance. With his other hand, Solomon clicked the remote to play the movie he was going to watch tonight.

"Ladies and gentlemen…! The best racer that ever lived; the Sonic Sultan, the Titan of the Track, the King of the Course, the Soaring Sovereign of Speed known as the mighty Night Fury. Golden boy for Haddock Racing Tech."

Solomon didn't smile or think of anything as he watched the movie play.

Meanwhile in the HRT production auditorium, Hector placed his head in front of the rectal scanner for access to his own department. Gaining access, Hector walked in and clapped his hands twice. The lights came on and every electrical device in the room activated. Then he threw his used rag into the pile of others. Walking towards his latest project, Hector completely ignored the Night Fury-420.

"What's the matter, Mr. Haddock?" A hole in the ceiling opened and a screen lowered down from the roof. Once at Hector's eye level, a projection of a ordinary British butler came online with a questionable raised eyebrow. Only the balding steward's face was shown in the 19" inch screen, it had a pencil-thin pointed mustache, semi pointy beak like nose, and a droopy yet very much observant eyes.

"Nothing. Dad just called me for no reason, Jefferson." Hector looked up to nod in acknowledgement of the monitor's presence.

Jefferson was an AI computer butler that Hector created to challenge his own intellect. Deeming the world surrounding him to be ignorant and naïve, Hector created Jefferson as a colleague to serve and on many occasions stay up through the night and eventual morning as Hector worked on projects.

"I'm sure your father wouldn't call you without a just reason, Mr. Haddock."

Hector's expression twitched. Not due to the conversation about his father but due to Jefferson's honorifics. Hector had always wanted Jefferson to be different than the average butler; in the early days of Jefferson's creation, Hector designed Jefferson to simply by a helper to get him certain tools now and again. But after the many silent exchanges and enduring quiet days and nights in the lonely auditorium, Hector installed some of his own characteristics and habits into the helper. The results were well if only for a few days when on the third day of inputting himself into a computer, Hector was beyond annoyed at how frustrating he had put himself off as in the computer's personality. Whoever said that talking to oneself was a sign of genius obviously hasn't had the experience. As a final installment, Hector thought the only way to even bear to be in the same room as the help was to wipe his own self from the helper's system and replace it with the everyday British butler from a well-known comic book.

Now two years later, Jefferson was and will probably forever be the only person that Hector could ever just talk to, possibly the only one on the island of Berk that could challenge Hector's mind.

"Name one." Hector picked up a blow torch and started lighting it.

"While you were away, I've been watching the security tapes all day until you're return. I zoomed in on a particularly interesting article. Your father seems to be hosting an upcoming racing event." Jefferson's screen opened up and two fully equipped arms reached out and lit the blow torch for Hector.

"Congratulations, you can read posters." Hector snorted and picked up a electric component to attach to the bike he was working on.

"Yes, who would've thought my creator was capable of such a feat to install in my IQ design." Jefferson looked down at Hector in mock-amazement and a small smile.

"Smartass." Hector smirked and lowered the wielding mask. From inside the mask, Hector switched on the internal microphone.

"Hmm, glad to see you smile, Mr. Haddock. Anyway, as I watched on to the rest of the day, I was fascinated when a group of teenagers entered the Tower. One in particular was a female you engaged into conversation. This is a glorious step up for you, Mr. Haddock." There was amusement in the CPU's voice.

Hector frowned in his mask. "I thought that she would different. But it was just another fan girl desperate to get into Night Fury's pants." Hector lifted up the mask and set it aside. He had lost interest in his current project and reclined into the bench he was sitting on. As Hector was laying down with his arms resting behind his head, Jefferson resumed the construction of the bike Hector was working on earlier. Then Jefferson's screen lowered itself even lower to Hector 's eye level.

"I'm failing to see what has made you so… so down, Mr. Haddock." Jefferson searched for the right words, being as though emotions was still hard to process for his own lack of.

"I'm not Night Fury. Not anymore." Hector tried looking away but Jefferson's programming was made to always be at Hector's attention. The screen would always be in his line of sight until Hector dismissed Jefferson to retire. Hector sighed and stood up from the bench. But after a few moments, Hector just stood there with a million thoughts in his head.

"Regardless, you seemed to be smiling while talking to her." Jefferson's mindful arms were now typing away on the keyboard, recording the recent additional upgrades to the prototype in the HRT Tower Progress Logs.

"I always smile when I talking to idiots, Ash was no different." Hector flicked an imaginary fleck of dust off his shoulder.

"Oh, you acquired her name?" Jefferson asked with a tone of curiosity.

"Yes, and some information I didn't care for. Something about being the best there is and avenging Night Fury by beating Red Death." Hector crossed his arms over his chest and walked over to the Night Fury mannequin. "Something about her makes me irked for some reason."

"From what you've told me in the earlier years of our relationship, you've told me that you have a secret infatuation with blondes." Jefferson chuckled as he positioned his screen behind Hector.

"I think I would remember an erroneous lie like that." Hector reached forward and pressed a button that was right next to the glass display case holding the mannequin. The door hissed and slid to the side, the Night Fury stand came forward. The Battle Cross suit was something out of the Bat Cave. It's material was all black Kevlar & titanium dipped fibers, sleek but effective arm and shin bracers protruding outwards to the sides, the chest plate was an explosion of blue flames in the signing of "Night Fury", and finally complete with BA blue fire styling. The Night Fury suit made the Night Wing battle suit look like it was made in a costume store for Halloween.

"How about donning the suit on for old times sake, Mr. Haddock." Jefferson didn't wait for an answer as his arms reached out and unbuttoned the suit from the mannequin.

Hector didn't say a word as he willingly went to his closet to find a pair of boxer briefs and an undershirt. After he undressed, he stepped into the suit that felt like second skin. But Hector stopped and sighed. He looked down to his right leg and stared at the amputee. It was tempting to just hang the suit back up and never look at it again, but something inside of him wanted to see this through until the end. Hector slid his right prosthetic in despite it being bulky. Once Hector had the lower half of the suit strapped on, he went over to the large console in the middle of the room. He started unlocking the private stadium race track ahead of time and made sure to shut down certain security cameras. Hector didn't need his father butting into his business.

Putting his arms through and zipping up the rest of the suit, Hector remembered something and walked back to the mannequin. He took the helmet from the figure and read the back.

"Night Fury:

The Unholy creation of Lightning and Death itself…

Your only chances of completing this race is to hide and pray you're not in his line of sight."

A smirk formed on Hector's face. "Damn straight."

Jefferson rolled his eyes. "You are too easily amused."

"True. Come on, Jefferson." Hector held his helmet up to Jefferson's screen.

The uplink finished in a split second and Jefferson was now inside the Night Fury helmet. Jefferson quickly got to work adjusting everything while Hector got into his personal flash elevator.

"Everything is set, Mr. Haddock. What setting would you like?"

"Good. And have the setting to…"

The elevator doors slid apart and the collection of Night Fury-420s were all lined up at their separate stations.

All consecutive Night Fury-420s, each with consecutive upgrades. But they all shared the jet black streamlined exterior design and blue flame stripe lines going across to the front of the bike to the end of it's seat. Hector refused for any of his bikes to be the traditional motor cross shell so he made the Night Fury-420 from a NINJA ZX-10R super sport bike. Wheels and spokes were metallic black, the only thing on each 420 that wasn't black was the acid green headlights just below the windshields. For any instance on all the bikes, these lights would glow and shoot out a tiny but extremely effective rocket. The rocket would embed into almost anything and had enough firepower to blow off a Red Death-420's heavy armor scale body armor.

Mark-1 Night Fury-420 for strictly races. This bike had no weapons at all, the entirety of this bike was speed, suspension, and turbo blue boost. The only other component was defensive shields and a few small E.M.T. charges.

Mark-2 Night Fury-420 for Battle Cross competitions. Exactly like the Mark-1 but with weapons built in right next to the gas tank. Varying from E.M.T charges stored in the compartment next to the gas tank, a pair of electric Escrima sticks, and the rest of the bikes power is put into the armor.

And Mark-3 Night Fury-420 to use for the race with Red Death, it was destroyed and kept around for a reminder of what really happened that day. Hector ignored it and looked on.

A display Night Fury-420, with zero upgrades, just a plain shell.

Finally, the brand new prototype Night Fury-420 that Hector was currently working on to replace the one that was destroyed in the cave explosion, The Night Fury-520 "Toothless Series". A series Hector began tinkering with for the new prototypes. The idea was for the front of the bike to have a open maw of a dragon, the space would be used to fire a quick blue shot of fire. Hector thought he might as well use the blue nitrous to some actual use besides just for entertainment. But the Toothless series was still under construction due to the actual configurations to even fire a powerful blast.

"Set it for race. I have to see if I'm still up to snuff." Hector strapped his helmet on and walked over to the Mark-1 Night Fury-420.

"Shall I make the AI opponents Noob level then, Mr. Haddock?" Jefferson had a hint of humor in his tone.

"Ha. You aren't funny." Hector got on the bike as the platform slowly revolved to the exit tunnel. The bay doors opened and the race track was already lit up, the other robotic racers began to assemble with their practice bikes behind the starting line.

"Strange, I was certain 'obnoxious' was in my earlier installments labeled 'Hector 2'."

"Well, you're definitely a British butler…" Hector smirked as Jefferson gasped in offense. "Now cut the chatter, I need to concentrate." Hector revved his bike and a faint smile formed on his lips. He rolled up behind the starting line. Hector tried and failed to contain the old but familiar adrenaline that was coursing through his body, his entire frame was shaking but it all stopped when the last yellow lights lit up.

Yellow.

Yellow.

Yellow…

"…"

Hector gunned the accelerator on his bike and made a mess with the burnout he was doing.

GREEN!

The Night Fury-420 launched ahead of all the other racers and kept going with unbelievable power. The anxiety was gone and all that was left was the calculative expression that permanently fixated on Hector's face whenever he raced.

Now his fifth heat, Hector told Jefferson to adjust the AI racers to Night Fury level.

"I recommend you wait until your 10th heat before adjusting your opponents, Mr Haddock." Jefferson warned with a pause.

"Just do it, Jefferson. I'm 'the' Night Fury, remember?" Hector arrogantly reminded his robotic butler.

"As you wish, Mr. Haddock…" Jefferson plugged in the other dummy racers with the memory card recordings of Night Fury's previous races.

The results changed the test run immediately. Not two seconds after Jefferson adjusted the difficulty level on the dummies did Hector feel a sharp jab on his left shoulder. Hector lost control for a second but recovered quickly as a dune came up ahead. Hector looked over his shoulder and spotted a black claw that must've been shot from the other Night Fury's arm guard. Before Hector went down memory lane of when he used that move, the jump was already in front of him. Hector flicked the claw away and gunned it.

Right as Hector was about to launch into the air, he braked and swung the frame of his body and bike into a 180 degree turn in the air. "Convert power into the arm guards. Fire on my mark." Then he brought both of his arms together in front of his face. "Now!" The obsidian blades shot out of the arm guards and took out three out of the dozen racers that just took the jump. Hector smirked and prepared to land. Landing, Hector skidded sideways until he reclaimed control and straightened out. A familiar tingle sounded in Hector's left ear and he quickly retrieved an Escrima stick and thwacked an E.M.T charge away before it could slam into the back of his helmet. "Damn, I'm good." Hector boasted to Jefferson whom rolled his eyes.

Unbeknownst to Hector, Solomon had been watching him race from the start. Solomon smirked as he listened into Hector's helmet microphone frequency. Solomon overrode the system with his master code and changed one of the remaining dummy racers into another challenge. Red Death.

Solomon watched the selected Night Fury physically ignite and the holographic change into a glowing electric red former racer. The dummy was already tailgating Hector, but since it's transformation, Red Death veered to the right and raced neck and neck right next to Hector. Hector didn't even notice until the jump came and the both of them were in the air.

Down below on the racetrack, Hector's heart skipped a beat and anguish replaced his smug expression. Right as Hector prepared for the jump, he got both of his Escrima rods out and converted all power into them.

The jump came and Red Death suddenly dual-wielded two stylized crimson bolo blades in challenge for Hector's Escrima sticks.

The hand to hand combat began as both of them took flight from the jump. Red Death made first strike with a lunge for Hector's gas tank. Hector parried it and tried dealing a finishing blow to Red Death's helmet to end it quickly but Red Death slightly ducked backwards and came back with a head butt. Hector tilted his head and evaded the head butt, then he realized that he ran out of air and was about to land. With his metallic prosthetic, Hector kicked away Red Death and then strapped his Escrima rods on his back. Hector got his hands back on the handlebars and braced for the landing.

Red Death didn't give Hector any breathing room as the dummy rival got right back into the mobile duel. Hector told Jefferson to temporarily take over the Night Fury-420. Hector had a ¼ mile of straightaway to end this duel once and for all.

Red Death finally closed in enough to return the kick Hector delivered earlier. The kick landed but Jefferson maintained the bike's balance. Hector told Jefferson to give him a grenade to throw off Red Death. After receiving one, Hector threw the sticky bomb at Red Death's windshield. It was an effective decoy. Hector's plan was for the robot to take one hand off the handlebar to get rid of the bomb while Hector swooped in and dealt an unexpected finishing blow. Hector didn't take in account that not only did the dummy change into Red Death but it also adopted Red Death's reckless offensive style.

The Red Death robot caught the grenade and threw it back at Hector. Hector's eyes grew wide as the grenade detonated and the explosion brought back bad memories for him.

The bomb blew up near the back of Hector's rear wheel and his traction was thrown off. Jefferson's auto pilot couldn't regain control and Hector ended up in a highside crash. The rest of the robots stopped the race and slowed down as they completed the rest of the track and drove themselves back into the garage.

Hector carefully picked himself up and popped his shoulder back into place. Keeping in the grunt, Hector restarted his Night Fury-420 and drove back into the garage where he saw his father waiting. Hector got off his bike and parked it with the rest of the practice, he would get it later.

"Nice run, Hector. A little sloppy at the end but nothing a few more practice runs couldn't help. Maybe you could make a comeback-"

Hector held in his fury as he passed his father and got into the elevator that would take him to his room. After storming out of the elevator, Hector punched in the code to his room and the doors slid open. Hector brought his fist down on the light switch and the room came alive. Although it was Hector's bedroom, the room was modified into a training room. Pull-up bars, weight benches, rowing machines, yoga mats, and a dozen punching bags hung up in the corner. Hector made his way towards the wooden training dummy that wielded wooden appendages that spun around as you struck one of them.

Hector skipped the bandaging and went straight to striking the training tool. As he ducked and weaved delivering blows left to right, Hector thought of everything that pissed him off that day. The quick blows hastened as he thought of his father. The strikes became harder as he thought of the new recruits his father handpicked. Hector's body hesitated when he thought of one short-haired blonde in particular.

THWACK!

The wooden arm slammed the side of Hector's head and he tried shaking the pain away to focus on the other spinning arms but it was too late. Blow after blow landed before Hector could recover. With a strike against the back of Hector's left knee, he fell backwards into a heap. "Shit! What is it about that blonde that annoys the ever-living hell out of me?"

Hector took a deep breath and walked away from the wooden training post. He made his way over to the mini fridge and got a water bottle out. After taking a sip and screwing the cap back on, Hector sat down on the weight lifting bench and started off with 20 pounds on each side of the dumbbell. Shaking the thoughts of Ash away, Hector got into a steady rhythm. With his mind clear of any distracting females, thoughts of older memories resurfaced.

The lifting became slower as Hector thought of the defeat that ended his racing days two years ago.

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Night Fury - 2 years ago

"That's it, folks! Night Fury has won the qualifying race to the Grand Championship. But let's not forget our second runner-up, Red Death!" The announcer added an extra effect by lowering his voice as he announced Red Death's standing in the qualifying race. Then he stepped down to let Solomon speak.

"First off, I would like to say congratulations to our winners today. The Grand Championship is not only a race to test each and everyone of you for your stamina, wit, and skills but also decide which of one of you is the best of Berk Battle Cross!" Solomon casually waited for the crowd cheers to die down before he spoke again. "Tune in next week for Night Fury, hero of Berk, facing off with the villain, Red Death! What will prevail? Good or evil?" Solomon spun around in place and stared at all four corners of the stadium. "Until next week, Battle Cross fans!" Solomon waved to everybody as he took his leave.

Meanwhile, all the racers drove through a tunnel into the locker rooms. There was assigned

Night Fury got off his bike and kneeled down to take off the used nitrous tank. Before he could even start screwing off the holder, Night Fury felt someone tap his shoulder. Sighing internally, Night Fury thought it was the paparazzi or the fan girls.

"What's up, rival?" Red Death had his arms crossed over his chest. His battle suit was almost identical to Night Fury's own, save for red detailing instead of blue. Red Death had his helmet off and a wicked grin was plastered on his face. "Come on now, take off the helmet. You're among friends." The hellish grin grew wider.

Red Death's real name was Alvin Maverick. He came into the competition the exact moment Night Fury started his second season in Battle Cross. Most speculated that Night Fury needed a challenge, a rival. Night Fury didn't really think too much into it, his arrogance didn't care for any newcomers.

"One, you're not good enough to be my rival. Two, there is no reason for me to take off my helmet here. And finally, we are not friends. Not even in the same social class. Like your father and his company, you will always be second place to me." Night Fury shoved past Alvin with his Night Fury-420 in tow. Night Fury didn't break pace as he took his Night Fury and placed it in his trailer. Night Fury closed the door and he slammed his hand on the side of the truck twice, signaling for the driver to depart. Lastly, he clicked a button on his wrist remote and then leaned on the hangar doors entrance wall.

While Night Fury was waiting for his ride, Alvin was boiling in pure rage. It wasn't long before he couldn't take it and stormed over to where Night Fury was casually waiting by the hangar doors. The only thing going through Alvin's head was pounding Night Fury to paste. Alvin threw the sucker punch and winced.

Night Fury caught it and twisted Alvin's arm to his back. Night Fury held Alvin like that until his ride came. A black Rolls Royce Drop head rolled up and Gordon got out to open the door for Night Fury. Night Fury dropped Alvin and left him to fume in defeat but not before Night Fury stopped to leave some discouraging words for Alvin. "Who do you think you're fooling? You're nothing but a carbon copy of me. And here's a hint, I'm the better of us." Night Fury turned on his heel and jumped down. Then he got into the luxury car.

Alvin picked himself up and cursed Night Fury's name along with every word in the book. But as soon as he turned around, he almost ran into Solomon Haddock himself.

"Don't let me interrupt you cursing Night Fury's name, Red Death." Solomon's expression was unreadable. "Having trouble with the dark prince lately?"

"No, you misunderstand, Mr. Haddock. That was just a friendly quarrel. Nothing serious." Alvin quickly answered. He knew that Night Fury was the golden boy of HRT and anything outside the racetrack would take him out of the Grand Championship.

"I can tell when someone is lying, lad." Solomon narrowed his eyes slightly. Then he put up his hand before Alvin could use his silver tongue for another lie. "And when someone is getting too cocky for his own good." Solomon's jaw set and he glared at the retreating Rolls Royce. "I have a proposition for you. Are you interested?"

"If it's a cheerleader squad for team Red Death, then yes, I'm very interested." Alvin's wolfish grin returned to his face. "Or is it a bonus as encouragement to beat Night Fury next weekend?"

"No." Solomon's stoic expression returned.

Alvin deflated slightly. "Lemme guess. Blow the race and let that dumb ass… Er, Night Fury win?" Alvin fixed his sentence when Solomon raised an eyebrow.

"If you let me finish, I'll tell you." Solomon ignored Alvin's rolling eyes and continued. "As you know, next weekend is the Grand Championship. The whole event is guaranteed to bring the biggest profits HRT has ever gained in the Battle Cross sports industry. But the ratings are going down due to the masked hero of Berk completely destroying every other competitor from season one. The people of Berk and fans worldwide want to see something different… Something unexpected!" Solomon raised his hands in the air while in the moment.

Alvin looked beyond bored and unenthusiastic. "Where do I fit into this?"

Solomon cleared his throat and continued. "That's when you come in. I've rigged the race so that you, Night Fury's rival, to come out on top and have the whole crowd go wild with the thought of the hero losing to the villain." Solomon smirked at his stroke of marketing genius. "Are you in?" He put his hand out for a shake.

"Why didn't you just start with that? You've got yourself a deal!" Alvin grabbed hold of Solomon's hand and shook it vigorously.

Meanwhile in the Rolls Royce, Night Fury clicked the remote to the T.V that feed into the security cameras at the stadium. There was no audio but that didn't deter Night Fury's thoughts about the deal Solomon and Red Death had just made.

"We're in an unmarked luxury car, driving with tinted windows, and taking a special route with no stops. Why don't you take off the helmet now?" Gordon informed Night Fury with solid facts that will ensure his secrecy.

"Fine." Night Fury unlocked his helmet and pulled it off. He set it aside as he shook his unruly brunette hair loose. His brilliant emerald eyes locked on the rearview mirror Gordon was looking at. "Happy now?"

"Giddy with delight. Now what do you want for dinner? Five-star dinner restaurant, five-star dinner at the Tower, or fast food drive-thru?" Gordon asked, his eyes back to the road.

"What would irk father more?"

Gordon sighed. "I guess fast food." Gordon answered and took his right hand off the wheel to type in the directions to the nearest junk food joints. "The options are- Hector Percy Haddock! Stop looking up dirty videos and pay attention!" Gordon caught Hector tuned into his laptop.

Hector raised his eyebrow at the use of his full name. "Where did you get the impression that I was watching such drabble?"

"I know after a long race and a lack of 'worthy' girlfriends makes you want to take part in such things but…" Gordon had amusement in his voice.

Hector's face twitched but otherwise didn't take the bait to get riled up. "What are the eatery choices tonight, Gordon?"

"He he. Tonight we have some great choices. Wendy's." Gordon stated.

Hector pinched the bridge of his nose. "And?"

"That's it." Gordon smiled.

"I'm beginning to get worried for the evolution of the human race." Hector reclined back and shook his head.

"You asked what your father would disapprove of. I said fast food. And we both know that new Baconator that just released is sure to kill you just by looking at it!" Gordon took a turn off the route to the Tower.

Hector was ignoring Gordon. His thoughts were on the deal his father made earlier. But his thoughts were once again interrupted by Gordon who threatened to pull over the car and grab a girl Hector's age and then throw her in the back seat with Hector. After giving a short vague answer filled with sarcasm, Hector decided he would figure it out later and humor Gordon until they arrived at the Tower.

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Grand Championship - A week later…

The last thing Hector saw was the large chunk of rock debris falling from the cave's roof. The last registered emotion was overconfidence. The last feeling was excruciating pain in his right leg. The last sight was Alvin flipping him off as he rode away. Sounds of laughter echoing in the cave besides the rumbling from the explosion. Then Hector blacked out.

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"No!" The grip slipped and the left side of the dumbbell bar fell but Hector reacted and caught it before it bruised his shoulder. Hector raised the bar until it was back in the holding groove and then he sat straight up. After the additional shock had subsided, Hector bolted upwards to stand and stomped towards the punching bags. He strapped the gloves on and let loose. Anguish, embarrassment, and remorse converted into power as Hector pounded the stuffing out of the hanging workout bag.

End

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(A/N

Equinox: "Awesome. I like this chapter. What do you think, RAGE?"

THE NIGHTS RAGE: "It was nice and all but I think we need to talk about the last chapter…"

Equinox: "What's wrong with it?"

RAGE: "Well, for one thing, how accurate are you with the… uh female measurements?"

Equinox pondered with a finger tapping his chin. "Now that you mention it, I have no idea…"

RAGE: "I think we should check before we accidentally make the characters in this story unbelievable. I mean, C-cup? Those could be balloons for all we know!"

Equinox: "Then wouldn't it be B-cup? You know, 'B' for balloons?"

RAGE: "Well, I guess it could stand for that- Wait a second! Stop confusing me! We have to verify this so we don't sound like clueless morons."

Equinox: "Makes sense. But where could we research this topic?"

RAGE: "I don't know… the internet?"

Equinox: "Yeah! The internet has never steered us wrong before!"

RAGE: "I know right!"

2.7863825 searching seconds later…

Equinox: "Holy crap, dude! What the heck?"

RAGE: "Don't look at me like that! It was your idea!"

Equinox: "Yea, I guess-" O_O "Wait a second… this was your idea!" -_-

RAGE: "Forget it. Just don't even mention anything about females in this story…"

Equinox: "Impossible! This whole story is revolved around girls! The freaking main characters are girls."

RAGE: "Uh, no their not… LOOK! It's a panda lawyer!" *Runs*

Equinox: "…" (O_O)︵ ┻━┻

Readers: "Morons…"

Disclaimer: I do not own name or material mentioned in this story. Kawasaki super sports bikes.

I do not own SnorgTees.

I do not own Batman references. DC does.

I do not own Taco Bell.

I do not own Wendy's or the Baconator.

I do not own Blu-ray… I do have some Blu-rays but I do not own the company?

I do not own whatever else I didn't mention already.

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Battle Cross Workshop - Ungodly hour…

O_o o_o o_O Are they gone…?

Sweetness! They'll never figure out that I put myself as Cameron in this story! *Crazed laughter and evil rubbing of hands was interrupted as Equinox fell out of his chair*

RAGE: "You're hopeless…" RAGE rolled his eyes and got back to work on the next chapter of "Battle Cross".