The First Race
Bonnie Rockweller was silent. This may be the first time that she was speechless but words escaped her for the moment. For that matter, any lucid thought failed to form in her brain.
The top of her pink racing overalls was tied to her waist. Her left arm was tied on a sling, a precaution from the Doctors that tended her. Her arm was of little concern to her. The biggest casualty was her 911 GT3 RS.
The pink Porsche's right front end was ruined. The right wheel broke loose and the front bodywork was severely dented. She could go on with the details of the damages but it was futile. Her head mechanic said that the damage was repairable. But there was not enough time to mend in before the start of the race the next morning.
Bonnie wouldn't cry from something like this. Not in front of people anyway. It was her own fault that she had crashed her car. After her final flying lap she had barely missed a car coming out of the pits. She prided herself on car control but she felt the tires let go. She must have overworked the rubbers trying to set a decent lap time.
She found out that she had done it. Pole Position. But what good was it? She didn't have a car. The officials said that she could still race if she could get a replacement car. However, it would have to start at the back.
The track was now empty. It was unusual to be since the teams were fine tuning their cars for tomorrow. Her pit was quiet. She had told the team to get some rest. It was over for them. All they could do was watch from the sidelines in tomorrow's race.
Bonnie walked slowly towards the wrecked car. If she had a complete crew and full funding she could have gotten the car running by tomorrow. As it was, she only had a handful of crew and most of them were her friends.
She caressed her hand on the car's roof. Tears that she held back since the crash were threatening to fall. Why did this have to happen? If it were only her she wouldn't been this disappointed. But this car carried the hopes of others.
The roof of the car was filled with scribbles. Writing of encouragement from her friends.
Tara, she dropped by just the other day and smiled at what her friend was trying to achieve. She was the first to write on the roof of the car, saying that she'll be carrying her hopes and wishes towards the finish line. Bonnie smiled at this. When the others saw it, others started writing as well.
Jessica, Hope, Crystal, Liz, Marcella. They all came to lend their support. The pit crew also wrote on the roof. It was a lark so she didn't stop them. But the roof didn't only carry the hopes of her friends.
And, strangely, it held the names of two people she did not expect. The names of her sisters: Lonnie and Connie. Though publicly they would scorn and tease her, in the past months, they seemed to mellowed out. But still, the sisterly banters were always there.
When she asked what came over the sudden change, they merely said that a friend of hers told them off and gotten them thinking about their attitude towards their sister.
They never told her who it was.
The car was mostly made from carbon fiber. But with the hopes of her friends, the car seemed to weigh a ton more that it was.
Suddenly, she felt that she was no longer alone. Looking at the entrance to her pit she saw someone she never expected to see.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in her usual haughty way. Her visitor was unperturbed. He knew this was going to be her reaction. He also knew that there are some things that are hard to change.
"Visiting," came the reply of Ron Stoppable. Bonnie was going snap at him if he had made a sarcastic remark. But she paused when she saw genuine concern on his features. It helped that the Ron standing in front of her was different from the Ron she had known before. It was like he was a different person yet deep inside she knew that the same carefree personality she had known lay dormant inside.
"Go away," she said curtly. She didn't meant to say it that harshly but somehow, her old mannerisms kept emerging in the wrong times. Instead of answering, Ron walked towards the wrecked 911. He gently touched the dented fender as if he was afraid that he might hurt it more.
"She's crying," Ron said. Bonnie blinked at this. She knew he had weird tendencies but this was beyond that.
"What do you know about it," she huffed , glaring at the blond. It was weird for her to see Ron like this. Designer jeans, white shirt and black vest, she never knew he had it in him to be stylish. And weirder still that he hasn't retorted a veiled insult.
"Everyone experiences pain, Bon-Bon. Some run deeper than others but still we experienced it one way or another," some things never changed. He still called her by that annoying nickname. But he was the only person other than her mother to use that name affectionately. And she gave up being annoyed at him by calling her that a long time ago.
"I'm sorry that I'm not a great driver," she said sarcastically, making Ron look at her with puzzled eyes.
"She's not crying from a little wound like this," Ron smiled softly. "She's crying because she felt that she had let everyone down. And that's a pain far worse than a little bump." Bonnie stilled. She didn't know is he said that metaphorically but it reflected what she was feeling.
"It's not her fault," Bonnie sighed and she rested her chin on the roof. "I failed her and the others. We really had a chance. Now I just wasted it. All those hard work for nothing." Suddenly, Bonnie felt Ron gently touching her uninjured arm and tucking it within his own.
Bonnie felt her face heat up. She never knew that he was this bold then again, she never had the time to get to know him better.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked but didn't struggle. Most her bruises were still tender from the crash but for some reason she didn't want to resist. They didn't go far. Ron led her to his Lady that was parked just outside. "M5 Ron? I figured you'd get a compact or something."
Ron smiled as he helped her enter the passenger side. He fastened her seatbelt and gently closed the door. "I'm not an invalid you know," Bonnie said but secretly pleased by his gentlemanly display.
"I'm old fashioned," he said as he entered the car. "Let's go for a little drive, shall we?" Ron started his lady and eased her into the track. Bonnie sighed in frustration as they turned into the first corner.
"You drive like my grandma," she smirked as he drove so slowly it seemed like they were traveling slower than his scooter had in its top speed.
"Just getting a feel of the road," Ron smiled, obviously amused at her ire. "Now, this is the part where I tell you that the Bonnie I know never quits. Sure she gets frustrated but then she'll succeed in the end."
"A pep talk? That's what you dragged me into this hearse for?" Bonnie groaned as she looked away.
"I was planning to," Ron continued to feel the course. "Man, this is one tricky chicane."
"You have to be careful at this part," Bonnie smiled as she watched Ron trying to 'tackle' the chicane. "You usually get to trade paint with the others."
"What is this? The Touring Car Championships?" Ron complained as he continued his run. "Could you explain to me why this race is important? I didn't get that part."
"Fine," she huffed. "Me and the girls started this team about a year ago. It took a lot of dealing but we got our break. We started small. Our first race was with an old Alfa we got. The boys worked on it and they made a miracle. Soon, after a few loses, we started winning. I'm not going to lie to you, Stoppable. We really had a huge mountain to climb. The rest of the teamed were well funded and well organized. We on the other hand came this far without a sponsorship."
"So you rose to the GT's?" Ron asked.
"It took a while. I got a loan to buy the Porsche. If we win this, we'll be able to go a step further. The thing is… I failed them. And don't go saying there's always next year," Bonnie glared at him, daring him to argue. Her face fell as she continued. "There is no next year. Without that sponsorship, we couldn't go on. This is make or break time. And I broke it. Big time." The tears that were kept in check suddenly flowed. She didn't care anymore if Ron saw. The only person she didn't want to breakdown in front of were her sisters, her friends, Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable.
"They still have faith in you, you know?" Ron said as they headed to the main straight.
"Really?" she snapped. "What made you say that, O wise one?" venom dripped from her words. But Ron merely smiled as he nodded towards the pits. Bonnie, still angry at him, looked at where he was indicating. Her eyes grew at the sight that beheld her.
By her pit lane, leaning over the side of the track, were her friends. Tara, Jessica, Hope, Crystal, Liz, Marcella. The crew was there as well. All were cheering for her. Despite what happened they still placed their faith in her.
The tears continued to flow. She couldn't give up now. Not with all their hopes on her shoulders. She had to carry them pass the finish line. She'll find a way. She must. Looking at the pit she smiled but there was someone else there.
"Is that Monique?" she asked at the neared the starting line. "And is that a stopwatch?" she turned to look at Ron only to find and amused smiled on his lips.
"Now we start," Ron said softly. Bonnie was bewildered. What was he up to?
"Where did you learn how to drive?" Bonnie asked masking her genuine curiosity with a smirk.
"Finland," Ron simply said as he floored the accelerator. All Bonnie could do now was hang on and have the ride of her life.
This wasn't the Ron she knew. He tackled each corner perfectly. His braking, acceleration and turning was pristine. Ron was driving like a pro and Bonnie was getting seriously turned on by this.
She couldn't help it. High speed was a great turn on for her. But high speed coupled with mad driving skills? She was getting drenched. If her left arm wasn't on a sling and her right hand wasn't holding the door handle she would be madly beating herself, trying to get off. But it was unnecessary. As soon as they passed the last corner, she felt herself let go. It was a feeling of euphoria for her. While she was driving she never could have gotten off like that. It just stupid, not to mention dangerous. Now she had weird thought forming in her head.
Like what was Ron like in bed.
She was breathing hard when they reached the pits. Ron looked at her in concern as he stopped the car. Bonnie shakily opened the door but before she got out, she looked at Ron with a small smile.
"Thanks for the ride, Stoppable. I'll be okay," she then left the car and went further into the pits to the lounge area.
"Is she really okay?" Ron asked in concern as he watched her go. Monique opened the passenger side of the car and inhaled deeply.
"I'd say she's more than okay," she grinned knowingly. Not knowing how to take that, Ron merely shrugged and rubbed his arm.
"Are you okay?" Tara asked as she noticed him rubbing his arm. She then went to his side to rub it for him. Ron gave her a small smile of thanks and then sighed.
"Too much under steer," he simply said. "It's okay. I'm just puzzled at her reaction, that's all." Tara looked to Monique for an answer but she just smiled. "Have you talked to the officials?"
"It's all set," Tara smiled as she took out a clipboard. "Though we're going to start last."
"At least it's a chance," Jessica said as she looked at them. She was amazed at what the three of them planned. They were all in on it when Ron explained what he wanted. All they had to do now is wait for tomorrow to come.
"Good," Ron sighed. "I hope she appreciates this."
///M
Bonnie felt someone waking her. After a cold shower and a light dinner, she immediately drifted to sleep. She was exhausted. From the stress, the crash and from cumming in Ron's car, she finally reached her limit. This was the first time in days that she slept soundly. Though the occasion dream about Ron was welcome.
"What is it?" Bonnie groggily asked. Opening her eyes, she focused on who had woken her up and found Tara smiling at her friend.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head," she said joyfully. "There are preparations to be done."
"Preparations for what?" Bonnie asked as she got up from the cot.
"The race," Monique suddenly said as she emerged from the door wearing a sexy race queen outfit. Bonnie was floored. Why was Monique wearing that? It looked good on her but her outfit was white with pink trimmings. What surprised her was the name that her suit advertised.
"Bueno Café?" Bonnie asked. Both Tara and Monique merely smiled and helped her up. "And what about the race? We don't even have a car!" Tara and Monique merely guided Bonnie towards their pit.
This was confusing. She didn't know if she was still asleep and dreaming. "What's this all about?"
"Well. We got ourselves a sponsor," Tara said, trying to keep her excitement in check.
"But what good does that do? We can't race with out a…" Bonnie suddenly stopped in shock as they entered the pit.
Her 911 was gone. They must have towed it out during the night but that wasn't why she was speechless. The shock had fully awaken her because what she saw was beyond her expectations.
She had expected to sit this race out but she found her crew and team busying themselves in preparation for the race. The girls, all as race queens, were helping the boys by giving them encouragement and passing out drinks. Her pit had never been so lively.
Her heart raced. This was not possible. She had grasped a single thread of hope that her team would continue racing. She never expected that they would race immediately.
If Monique and Tara weren't holding her, she might have dropped to the floor in surprise.
There, in the middle of the pit garage, was the car they would be racing.
A white Aston Martin DBR9.
"Ho…How… Who…" Bonnie couldn't form a sentence. Baffle by this sudden surprise, she looked at the two girls beside her, hoping they would fill the gap.
"Our sponsor," Tara answered. "The car was delivered last night along with tires. We did a shakedown to see if there's anything needed changing. So far it worked perfectly."
"And our sponsor's Bueno Café?" Bonnie surmised.
"Right on one," Monique smiled. "He also provided these cool and sexy race queen outfits for all of us." She looked at Bonnie's figure pointedly. "Yours is back in the lounge."
"Wait a minute!" Bonnie shouted, making everyone halt on what they were doing. "What's going on here?"
"Simply in order," Tara said as she consulted her clipboard. "When you went to sleep, our sponsor came and delivered the car and a few spare parts for the race. Your team spent half of the night fine tuning it and preparing it for today's race."
"That I got," Bonnie sighed as she ran her hand on the car's roof. "But to get this in a short amount of time… how the hell did you get this? It took Porsche months to deliver my 911."
"Tara did all the work," Ron voice came from behind the opened hood of the car. Bonnie's heart stopped. She didn't notice him until he spoke. He was leaning over the engine, helping her chief mechanic in fine tuning the car. What surprised her more was that Ron was only wearing his jeans and a white tank top. She was surprised that his hand was the only thing that was dirty. His clothes were spotless.
"She did?" Bonnie asked as she looked at her friend who just smiled at her shyly.
"Tara found this DBR9 while searching the web," Ron said as he stood up and wiped the grime from his hands. "Apparently, one of the professional GT teams had gone bust and cancelled the order. Luckily, we got it before someone else did"
"You bought this?" Bonnie was dumbstruck. Why would a man she always insulted would do this for her? "Why?"
"Because you didn't give up," Ron smiled as he stood before her. "If you had given up hope then a chance would not appear before you."
"And you are that chance," Bonnie smirked, finally understanding the situation. "Honestly, Stoppable, you never fail to amaze me."
"Mind you, you'd better win," Ron said, giving her a big smile. The smile suddenly vanished, replacing a look of concern. "How's the arm?"
"A little stiff but I could still drive," Bonnie said as she rotated her arm. The shoulder still stung but she could still drive. But for how long? Suddenly, Ron was behind her placing his now clean hands on her left shoulder. He began massaging her shoulder, making her sigh and uncomfortable. Though it was wonderful the contact was making her remember the afternoon before. She didn't know if she had enough panties to last the day if she kept getting wet from his actions.
"Better?" he asked. She actually purred in pleasure.
"Stoppable," she whispered huskily. "If I wasn't going to race I'd take you upstairs and make passionate, unbridled love to you." She hoped this would shock him but for some reason he just laughed.
"Better get in line," he said tiredly. "I've just been informed that half the female populous of Middleton wished to jump my bones." Hearing this, Bonnie looked at Monique and Tara who were gaily chatting with the rest of the girls. Bonnie knew that the whole squad liked Ron and knew that Tara had loved the man since high school. She had also heard that Monique loved him as well but more as a best friend than anything else.
Bonnie smiled. She liked Ron. Hell, when she kissed him at homecoming she never expected him to taste heavenly. And he wasn't kissing back. She wondered what it would be like…
"You're going to leave a lot of broken hearts," Bonnie teased.
"I'm worried that mine would be pounded into a dust," he answered. "But that's a small price to pay. Anyway, are you sure you could do this?"
"I have to," Bonnie's eyes looked at her excited crew. Their hope had been raised and she didn't want to disappoint them again. "But this is a 12 hour endurance race. The rules said I could go the whole 12 but with the way I am now, that's a tall order."
"Tara?" Ron called his manager with a smile. "Are we good?"
"I registered a second driver to this team," she said as she waked towards them. "Ron anticipated that you might need back up."
"Really?" Bonnie turned her head to face him and realized that her shoulder lost some of it stiffness.
"He should be here but since he's not you'd be the first to drive," Ron said, continuing to massage Bonnie. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Stoppable, if I was the selfish, shallow bitch I was back at high school I would get royally pissed at you," she smiled and suddenly kissed his cheek. "Thanks."
"Thank me by winning," he smiled. Smirking, Bonnie grabbed Ron's tank top and pulled him towards her waiting hungry mouth. Ron struggled for a second but it was futile. Bonnie had him in her grasp and she wasn't about to let go.
Bonnie's senses were in overdrive. She hadn't been that horny before but something about Ron made her want to rip his clothes and screw him senseless. She didn't even care it her crew watched. Hell, she wouldn't even care if they joined.
"Girl, let him breathe. The man's got to have his oxygen," Monique suddenly said, amused at the display and annoyed that she didn't get a kiss herself.
"And the shakedown session is about to start, sooo…" Tara said as she smiled at Ron's expression.
"Why am I always the Kissee?" he asked as soon as their lips parted. Bonnie laughed as she zipped up her suit.
"One of these days, Stoppable, I'll show you how grateful I am," she said as she walked towards the car. Ron's heart raced. Though the kiss wasn't as intense as Tara's or Monique's, it still was awesome. Finally controlling his thoughts, and after adjusting a certain part of his anatomy, he called out to Bonnie.
"You can't ride that yet," Ron said.
"Why not?" Bonnie asked in confusion.
"The car doesn't seem complete. Guys! Gals!" Ron went towards the tool cabinet and took a small bag from it. The girls and the crew gathered around the car and waited.
"Okay, yesterday, things had gotten a little hairy. But with a lot of hard work and a lot of luck we managed to pull through," Ron smiled as he looked at the faces around him. When he saw them yesterday, they were filled with sadness and loss. He was glad he could help. "But with all your help, we managed to enter this race. I'm won't lie to you. We'd be going against people who are battle hardened and chisel jawed. But we have something more. We have our hopes and dream.
"Bonnie?" Ron smiled at her, glad that she was smiling as well. "We hate to do this to you but will you carry our hopes and dreams past the finish line?" the people cheered and hooted. She never saw her crew, her friends this enthusiastic before.
"I'm going to kill you for this Stoppable," Bonnie said but smiled at the people around her. The people who were with her since the beginning. The people who were with her through thick and thin. "What are we doing standing around for? Let's win this!" the people exploded into cheer. Even if they came last today, nothing will dampen that spirit.
"Okay. Okay," Ron motioned them to settle down. "There's one thing left to do."
"And that is?" Bonnie asked, one of her eyebrow was raised.
"The car seems light," he said as he produced a lot of permanent markers. "Let's make it a little heavy." The crew cheered as the makers were passed around. Tara and the girls were the first to write on the roof of the car. Monique joined in and the crew wrote as well.
Words were insufficient to describe what she felt today. Bonnie only smiled and wrote her hope on the roof. She saw Ron wrote on the roof as well and her smile grew when she read his message
To keep those who are close smiling, reach for the heavens.
It was the perfect message from someone like him.
"Now," Ron smiled as he capped the marker. "We're ready."
///M
Bonnie was tried. Her standing raised 25 places after three hours and she was beat. She kept charging, trying to make up for lost time. They still had 45 places to rise and they will lose some time in the pits for the driver change.
The DBR9 ran differently from her 911 but she needed to adapt. She had gotten the car's rhythm by the third lap and she began her attack then.
She was already in her third hour and was going into the pits.
She stopped by her pit and exited the car. In the last 3 hours there was no sign of her co driver. Where the hell was he?
"You okay Bonnie?" Tara asked as she and Monique led her into the pits.
"A bit tired and sore," Bonnie said as she removed her helmet. "Where's my co driver?"
"He's here," Monique smiled.
"Well, who is he?" she asked the two. Tara and Monique only smiled cryptically at her.
"Some say he could sense a drop of petrol in a sea of concrete," Tara said first.
"And he could set off an airport metal detector because he had buns of steel," Monique continued.
"All we know is… he's called the Stig," the said in unison.
Suddenly, a metal cabinet in the pit opened, letting out white smoke. From the cabinet, out came a man dressed in white racing overall wearing a white Simpson helmet. He turned towards the girls in a slow and calculated manner, making Bonnie's hair stand up on end.
"You have got to be kidding me," she said as she watched the white racer walk towards the car and enter it.
"We have it covered," Tara assured her friend. "Just watch."
"I'm going to," Bonnie frowned. This was beyond real.
The DBR9, fully refueled and on fresh rubbers, left the pit. As soon as he was beyond the safety line, he floored it.
"Are you sure he's good?" Bonnie asked.
"Relax," Monique said. "This is what he does best." Bonnie was skeptical but kept watching the monitors. What she saw she could not believe.
The DBR9 really moved. He was passing Moslers, Jaguars, Corvettes, SLRs like they were sitting still. They had lost five places during the stop but they gained another fifteen in his first hour. Who was this man? She had never seen anyone drive like him before.
At the end of his stint, he had climbed at least 15 places, bringing them closer to the top. Bonnie reserved her questions for later as her turn came up. As she climbed the ranks the battle became much fiercer.
Her crew chief said that she was at 10th place and gaining to the leader. This was becoming a battle of attrition. She was tired and so was her car. She could feel it weakening from the endless punishment it endured.
Her arm was killing her but she needed to endure. Her stint was almost over. Then, it would be all up to the Stig.
As she came up to her final lap before the change, a charging 911 swerved and struck her front end. She desperately fought for control almost spun out. It was a miracle she kept the car on the track. But there was a cost. There was something wrong with the car. The loud scraping noise was the big indicator.
"Damn it!" she cursed. "Guys, I'm coming in. That asshole got me good."
"Bring it in, we're ready for you," her crew chief said.
The car limped back towards the pit. She hoped that it was a quick fix and that they'll get it running again in a few minutes.
Her hopes were dashed. The front splitter was sheared off and the front right brake's bolt was loose. It took the crew half an hour to fix the break but the splitter's a goner. It looked bleak. Bonnie knew that every minute in the pits made their chances of winning even harder to obtain.
It looks like there was only one man who could get them back into contention. And she had no idea who the hell was in that suit.
The brake was fixed but the splitter was removed. This didn't bode well. The car was hurt but somehow… somehow it wanted to win. While she was driving it felt that she knew the car but that was insane. A car couldn't have a personality, could it?
The car was simple and plain. Usually, the sponsor's name was plastered loud across the panels but the Bueno Café sticker was big enough to cover the top part of the rear fender. The only way you would notice it is if you were looking at the car carefully.
Bonnie smiled. She now knew why the car felt familiar. It was Ron. Ron's determination and selflessness echoed throughout the car. The car was giving them its all and then some yet was humble. This was a feat since the car probably cost half a million dollars.
She must be thinking too much. She was comparing Ron with a car for crying out loud. Where was Ron? Tara said he had an errand to do. He must have trusted her enough to leave the team in her hands.
Watching the video screens, her fears were founded. The car's aerodynamics were screwed. The splitter helps with under steer and kept the car balanced. She knew that the Stig was fighting for control. And with that constant under steer, it was destroying the tires.
"How are we doing?" Monique asked worriedly. Bonnie smiled at this. Though Monique was Ron and Tara's friend, she's come to respect the woman's loyalty.
"Not that good," Bonnie sighed. "We're fifth over all but the car's sick. For some reason it's just kept on going."
"It's Ron's car," Monique said as she looked at her. "Somehow a part of him stays in it."
"He must love his cars," Bonnie said.
"He loves his ladies" Monique smiled, watching their car struggle. "And his ladies never let him down once."
"That's a point to be debated," Bonnie said knowing one lady that let Ron down.
"Know the incredible part?" Monique said as she got her meaning. "He still loves her."
"He's a fool," Bonnie almost spat out.
"But who is the more foolish," Tara suddenly said as she came up behind them. "The fool, or the fool who loves him."
"Too Obi Wanish, T," Bonnie smiled. She was right. They all are fools.
The three women watched as their car continued its campaign. The car entered the pits earlier than expected since the tires were getting shredded. Despite the stops, the car had risen to second place. There was only one car in front of them and they were two laps ahead.
"He's pushing it too hard," Bonnie commented as she noticed the Stig upped his pace. On a fully fixed car that would be possible but the DBR9's ailing. It may crash is he drove like a lunatic.
"It's the only way," Tara said as she took off her headset. "He needed to catch up in an hour or we'll be stuck a second." Though second was good, finishing first was better. Monique took Tara's headset and wore it.
"Don't kill yourself, muffin." Bonnie was puzzled by Monique's affection towards the Stig. The Stig didn't let up though. He wanted to win.
"The tires aren't going to last," the crew chief said. "He needs to pit." But Bonnie knew that he needed to stay out if they would win this.
"With that kind of driving, it could be a disaster," Bonnie said. "Tell him to ease up."
"He said that she'd get him through it," Monique said.
"She?" Bonnie asked incredulously. "What's he saying anyway," she took the headset from Monique and listened. "All I hear is the soundtrack for 'A Few Dollars More,'"
"Weird listening habits," Tara explained.
"We're doomed," Bonnie sighed. "How's he doing?"
"He's on the same lap as the leader," the crew chief said. "And he came up with an ingenious way of saving the front tires."
"What is it?" she asked.
"Is drifting allowed in GT racing?" Tara asked. Bonnie looked at screen and groaned as she saw the Stig power sliding the Aston through a corner.
"I hope that works," Monique said worriedly. Bonnie hoped that it worked too.
The minutes counted down until there was only a half a minute left. The Stig had lapped the leader but the Aston's tires were nearly destroyed. If he broke down now they might not win it.
The time was up. This was the last lap. The Stig had managed to hold their position. Bonnie knew it was a struggle. At the last corner, the front tires suddenly exploded. The whole pit gasped as they saw the car careen out of control. But the Stig had managed to save it. Running on front rims, the Aston limped to get that last lap. It was painful to watch. Sparks and debris flew from underneath the car but he didn't stop until he reached the finish line.
"Yes!" Bonnie cried out as the DBR9 crossed the finish line and stopped by the barrier near their pit. The crew cheered as they went towards the barrier. The Stig merely exited the car and walked calmly towards the pit as if he just parked the car beside a street.
He was patted and congratulated but he just kept on walking until he came in front of the steel cabinet, entered it and closed the door. The crew was stunned at his actions but didn't care. Tara and Monique said he was odd.
Bonnie smiled. They had done it. With a lot of help from their friends they had done it.
She really wanted to thank the one who made it possible. But where was he?
Where was Ron Stoppable?
///M
Ned smiled as he prepared to close Bueno Café. The staff had already left and there was only one person still within the shop.
Earlier he had ordered a Grande ice Choco. He was drained, tired and sleepy. All because he wanted to help.
"Closing shop, Ned?" he asked.
"Just about to Ron," Ned said as he smiled at his friend. "You know, I don't you obsession on helping people."
"It's not an obsession Ned. It's my sanity," Ron Stoppable sighed as he sat up on the couch.
"Some would call it insanity the way you go about it," Ned smiled. "Plus women fall over themselves trying to get your attention."
"Skip it Ned," Ron said but was smiling. "I wish it were that simple."
"Whatever you say," Ned said. The shop's door suddenly opened, making Ned turn to face their guest. "We're closed, ma'am."
"Oh," came a surprised voice. "I'm sorry." She was about to leave when Ron frowned and looked at her.
"Dr. V?" Ron asked. Dr. Vivian Porter paused and genuinely smiled as she turned to face him.
"Um, Hi," she said shyly. Ned smiled, amused at his friend's predicament.
"I'll leave the closing to you," Ned said as he took his leave and locked the door behind him.
Ron smiled as he looked at her.
Women falling over themselves trying to get his attention? Not bloody likely.
Some just walked through the door.
End of Chapter
A/n: I want to thank Duo Maxwell for reading it first and adding some ideas. Thanks for the review. What do you guys think?