"A Drive to Remember? Out of all the movies you own you choose A Drive to Remember?" an angry Sarge snapped at Fillmore. It was the buses turn to choose the movie that played at the drive in and a certain war veteran wasn't happy about it.

"Hey man, it's a great movie. Not my fault if you can't feel the love." Sarge raised his tire threateningly but put it down with a huff. Tex and Strip had left several hours earlier resulting in Sarge being in a strangely good mood.

As the cars pulled into their usual spots someone finally remembered, "We forgot about Maggie!" Sheriff rolled his eyes, "How we forgot about that hyper human I'll never know. So, who's going to go get her?" Automatically everyone looked at Sarge.

"What are you looking at me for? I'm not going to go get her." Lizzie waved her tire, "Oh just go get her ya lemon."

Sarge growled but pulled out of the drive in and headed towards the Cozy Cone. When he got to her cone he rapped on the door with his tire, "Maggie? Open the door." Sarge listened intently for any noise coming from within the cone incase the girl was planning on hitting him with her shoe again.

When he was sure there wasn't a sound Sarge opened the door. And what he saw melted away his usual cast iron shell; for Maggie was curled up on the mat in her cone and had a small blanket draped across her form.

Some of her hair had fallen onto her face; a small smile graced her lips. Sarge drove forward slightly and reached out a tire to brush the hair from her face. At his touch Maggie shifted slightly before opening her eyes.

"Maggie?"

Maggie sat up and yawned, "Sarge? Is it morning already?"

Sarge laughed, "No, its movie night. I came to get you."

"Okay, gimme a sec." The girl stretched before tossing her blanket into a corner and grabbing her NASCAR hoodie and shoved it over her head.

"Let's go!" Maggie bounded out of her home in a random direction.

"Where are you going?"

Maggie turned around and laughed, "I don't know! Where ever my heart takes me."

"Yes well your heart is headed the wrong way. The drive in is in the opposite direction."

"…I knew that." Sarge rolled his eyes but took her back towards the drive in.

"So what movies playing?"

"A Drive to Remember." Maggie immediately turned around and headed back to her cone.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh no, absolutely not. I am not watching a chick flick." Sarge grabbed her shirt and started to drag her to the movies, "If I have to suffer so do you."

"Aww…come on dude. Give a girl a break."

"Let me think, no." Maggie pouted but went with him.

"Its about time you got here, we were gunna start the movie without you." Sarge and Maggie rolled their eyes at Lightning but went to their spots. Maggie had made hers in between Sarge and Fillmore.

Everyone went silent as the movie started. Halfway into the movie every girl's eyes were wet, well all but Maggie's; she was doodling in the dirt. Maggie sighed, "Sarge, I'm bored."

Sarge grunted, "You're not the only one."

"I hate this movie. I hated it in my world and I hated it here. I'm going to sleep, wake me when it's over." As she started to lean on Fillmore he rolled backwards.

"I need to go check on a batch of fuel that's brewing, why don't you lean on Sarge?"

"Um, okay?" Maggie curled into Sarge's side. Sarge glared daggers at Fillmore as the bus drove away. Fillmore parked near Sheriff and Doc in the back row. The two looked at Fillmore confused, "Fillmore what were you talking about? You never brew this time of year."

"I know man, but I had to say something to get Maggie to fall asleep on Sarge."

"Why?" Fillmore chuckled, "Haven't you sensed the vibes man? Sarge totally digs Maggie."

It took the cruiser a moment to figure out what the bus had said but once he did his eyes widened, "You can't actually mean that!"

"Of course I do. What's so wrong with them loving each other?"

"Well for one, Maggie's a human. And two, she's from another world!" Fillmore remained calm, "I still don't see a problem."

"Human. Car. Her world. Our world. How can you not see the problem?"

"Love knows no bonds dude. Just accept it." Sheriff sighed knowing there was no point in arguing.

But poor Sarge was having trouble keeping his engine from over heating. As he looked down at the sleeping girl he wanted to both kill Fillmore and hug him. Sarge was also having trouble paying attention to the movie as his gaze continuously strayed to the human. Sarge took a deep breath to calm down.

Maggie on the other hand was also having trouble overheating. The combination of a thick hoodie and Sarge's engine can do that to a girl. She sighed deeply through her nose, "Sarge?" He jumped slightly; 'Must have thought I was asleep.' she thought to herself.

"Yes?"

"I think you need to pay Doc a visit. Your engine's really, really hot."

Sarge gulped, "It happens sometimes." 'Yes, it happens sometimes when I'm near you.' Sarge thought to himself.

"Oh, okay." Maggie sat up long enough to take of her hoodie and toss it to the ground before laying her head back against Sarge. She gently placed her hand on his side and let her hand soak up the heat.

Maggie laughed, "Who needs an electric blanket when I have you." Then she yawned and drifted off to sleep. Sarge watched her and only her for the rest of the night; even when Fillmore returned Sarge never took his eyes off Maggie.

After what seemed like an eternity someone nudged the old Jeep and snapped him back to reality. When he looked at Fillmore he winced seeing the buses expression, "What do you want Fillmore?"

"Just wanted to let you know the movies over sirdude." Sarge looked up at the screen and sure enough the credits were scrolling up towards the sky. Although he did want to wake her, Sarge called out to Maggie.

"Maggie. Wake up." The girl stirred and opened her eyes. Maggie got up and rubbed her eyes, "Is it over."

"Yes. Lets get you home." Maggie yawned but grabbed her hoodie and followed Sarge to her cone. As soon as they got there the 17-year-old promptly dropped to the floor asleep with a quiet whisper of, "Thanks Sarge…"

The Jeep chuckled quietly and placed the small blanket over her, making a mental note to get her a bigger, thick one. Sarge watched the sleeping teen for a while before looking outside.

Once he was sure nobody would see him, Sarge lowered himself as far down as he could and leaned forward. His engine raced when he felt her lips against his. Sarge slowly closed his eyes and basked in this brief moment.

He gently broke away and nuzzled Maggie tenderly so not to wake her. After he back out of the cone and closed the door Sarge headed home. Just as he was about to open his door a voice stopped him.

"You love her."

Sarge looked over at Fillmore and said nothing for a moment then smiled, "Your right hippie, I do." Fillmore smiled as Sarge entered his home.

Across the street Maggie smiled in her sleep as she dreamed of…………her human boyfriend.