~Nobody's Fool~
I already had this typed up, so I decided to publish it. Surprise!
This is the last of drabbles, (I think) and the next chappie is-in my opinion-the best outta all of them. There will still be several oneshots however. So what are you waiting for? Read!
Somewhere Only We Know
Holley was aware of the proud history of Radiator Springs. Of the tourists that used to, and still did, frequent the small town. She knew its residents, by name and by looks, but the one that she had yet to truly meet was the timid Red. The fire truck would occasionally give her a small, shy smile before quickly returning to watering or hiding in his garage. She asked Mater about it but he simply said that it was in his nature. And so she decided that it would come to an end.
On a particularly slow day she drove up to the fire truck and struck up a conversation, and though he remained silent she continued to talk to him. For quite a few hours she simply rested and spoke to him, about past missions, Mater, the town, everything. She had noticed that not many cars gave him much attention, and it wasn't like there were any fires out here, despite the intense heat. Hours after she began talking to him, Holley finally began to pull away, giving him a warm goodbye. Though before she even made it past five feet, she heard a timid and unfamiliar voice murmur, "Thank you."
I'm a Believer
Mater never truly believed he'd fall in love. Sure, he'd had crushes before, Doreen for example. But he'd never really been in love. And he truly doubted that he ever would. Any girl he took a liking too—excluding those in his town—immediately took off, not wanting to be in a relationship, or friendship even, with a rusty old tow truck. But when he met her, his resolve crumbled. And sure, she wasn't exactly very welcoming to his attempts at flirtation, but she didn't drive away screaming either. He tried none the less, and his world seemed to become even brighter when Holley said that she was his girlfriend.
Bad Day
It hadn't been a very good day for Holley. She'd had to go back to her job at the technical department, telling them that she now worked as field agent, which was unheard of in that division. She was required to go through a series of tests to assure her ability of even being a field agent, despite the countless missions she'd already gone on, saving the world and protecting national security. All in all, not a very pleasant day in her book.
When she arrived at her Cone #4 in the wee hours of the night, she had been grumpy and irritated, not feeling like dealing with anything or anyone. Only once she opened the garage door and wheeled into her room did she notice the rusted tow truck lying there already. Holley smiled fondly, nuzzling her sleeping beau's fender, and he snorted in his sleep before murmuring incoherently. As she settled down next to Mater, who always waited for her in her cone, whether awake or asleep, she realized that no matter how foul a mood she was in, her rusted old boyfriend could make her feel better in a matter of minutes.
A Thousand Miles
Holley drove over the pristine white sand, the gentle crashing of waves only adding ambience to the night. The large full moon shone down on her violet paint job and the surrounding ocean, creating a ghostly white color over the deep, navy blue waves. The sand was soft beneath her tires, hardly making a sound as she rode over it.
She and Finn had literally been 'country hopping', jumping from continent to continent until she had no idea where she was at the moment. They had been chasing some mastermind embezzler of sorts, whose name Holley was too exhausted to remember, and ended up finally landing here, wherever here was, exactly. Her partner had mercifully given her a few hours of rest, seeing as how they'd both been awake for days, working nonstop with hardly any sleep. And so, she was now on some beautiful beach in a random country, and all she wanted to do was go back to Radiator Springs. She had found herself longing for the small town more and more; even going as far as to prefer it to her own home. Her apartment was small, and to her, thoroughly depressing and empty. But Radiator Springs was alive and happy...and who was she kidding really? She missed Mater. That's all there was to it. And with bigger missions coming up, the time spent with her beau was slowly diminishing.
But she quickly promised herself- the soft lull of the crashing waves making her feel even more exhausted- that once this mission was over, she would head straight for Radiator Springs, and Mater.
Who I Am
It wasn't often that Mater questioned his existence. The last time he'd done so was when the travelers stopped coming to Radiator Springs, and they were left alone with only their memories. That was the first and supposedly last time he had issued his very way of life. Back then it was simple thoughts—why were they still there, when no one else was? Most of the town's residents had packed up and left, unwilling to remain in such an abandoned and forsaken settlement. And true, the original ten remained, not about to ever give up on their town-their home. But now, over twenty years later, he questioned his existence once more.
Hanging from inside the clock tower, only a flimsy rope holding him up while gears grinded below, fully prepared to crush him into oblivion. The whirring mixed with the clanking and shaking, darn near gave him engine failure. But seeing Holley and Finn tied down as well and about to be crushed, only cinched it for the tow truck. They were most assuredly going to die, and even then, they still thought that he was a spy! Well, he quickly doused those assumptions. They had thought him to be a great spy, a master of espionage, when in truth he only got lucky. He was a fool, a plain fool, and he could quite easily have been killed, and now it seemed his luck had turned.
A sudden drop startled him from his thoughts, the whirring gears only coming closer. He had failed them. McQueen, Finn…..Holley. He couldn't warn his friend, and now he was going to be killed, along with the rest of them.
When the two lemons came in he glared hatefully. It was strange; he never recalled having glared at anyone before…it simply wasn't in his nature. But these cars were undeniably evil, and they watched his face expectantly when they turned the machine on McQueen. The tow truck watched with bated breath, his friend winding around the clock tower, the machine trained on the stock car. But nothing happened. McQueen just sped on by, unperturbed by the life altering events occurring just above him.
Mater had relaxed somewhat. His friend would live. But then, it turned out that there was a bomb, in the pits of all places! And that was the last straw. Fires his empty guns, he managed to tear through the ropes binding him, and after an assurance from Finn that both he and Holley would be alright, the tow truck drove off determinedly.
No one would suffer from his mistakes, that much was certain.
Everything was said and done. The mission was over, the world was saved and Mater hadn't been blown up that day. A pretty good day, if he said so himself. He had been knighted, him, a plain, incompetent tow truck. And he couldn't be more proud of himself. Even better, he now knew who he was. Who he really was.
Sir Tow Mater, rusted old tow truck, part-time espionage agent, master at tractor tipping, and first and foremost, Holley's boyfriend. And a darn good one at that!
Yup, an especially long one, just for you! And sorry if Mater was a bit OOC and angst-y, but it sorta had to 'cause was set during the Big Ben thing, when he's kinda re-evaluating his life and how he was a 'fool' and stuff. At least it ended happy!
Alright, these drabbles are finished, now on to the main oneshots!
~I will never, ever, ever, own Cars. I'll have to settle for this various plots I've come up with ~