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Rated M for language and sex.
To my friends:
Tiny-What a surprise! another chapter thank you so much! you're in my Top 10 of good writers now -woohoo!
Lightning has a lot to learn about parenthood-yes he does, expressly about teenage girls.
guest 2-I know you have a long way to go before lightning knocks out dodger but please make it where lightning does make him look ugly for being the right ass-hole that he is from fucking with his own family and for trying to fuck with lightnings. After all he does deserve it-I am working on that part of the story now!
HMG-Thanks A LOT for the spoiler there, I thought you were going to give us some little clues but you gave us a full scene! - I thought about the clues, but since I was working on this part of the story, I decided to release it early.
Wow! Dogger is completely out of his mind! I hope Lightning hits him hard as he deserves it, - Lightning pass out. He's not the one who stops Dodger's rampage. As for who stops him -No comment-
now I think Sally must buy a lot of bands and alcohol to heal Lightning... I think that the scene is fantastic! you should keep it.- Actually Doc arrives and takes Lightning and Rayne to the hospital to be checked out. (crap, I can't believe I said that.) Other that that, no more sneak peeks. Most of the chapter is written, but some of the stuff might change.
About the chapter I gotta say poor Lightning, how could he resist a week without having sex with Sally?- It won't be that hard, the painkillers only take away some of the pain. It will be hard for Light to get excited when he's in pain. Besides, Sally would make him sleep in the guest room if he won't behave. Lightning likes sex with Sally too much to piss her off and deny him sex.
hahaha Now that I read that flashback I have doubts about him and Sally having a new son/daughter…-they are happy with only having Rayne. Besides Sally is busy with the hotels and Lightning is busy with racing, I don't think that they have time right now for a new baby.
Guest-Keep going i love it-Thanks, here's another chapter to make you happy.
Ghost 1998-Amazing work so far-Thanks, I try to keep you kids happy.
Chapter 14.-Speed Duel With Storm-
The thirteen painted on Rayne's side gave off the impression she was already a junior racer, comfortable and accustomed to the track. Lightning had to admit; even the electric blue flames on her sides gave a nice effect. After a couple warm laps at one hundred, Rayne slowed down to talk to Doc. Every few seconds, Rayne would nod her hood; giving Lightning, the impression Doc was giving her instructions about something. Rayne stopped at the starting line and waited for Doc's signal. To Lightning, it looked as though Doc had Rayne practicing sprints. Lightning waited anxiously for Rayne to start. At Doc's signal, Rayne flew away from the starting line. She burned rubber for half a second, got a grip on the asphalt, and shot away. Rayne tore up the short stretch of track, carefully maneuvering around her classmates who were traveling at slower speeds than she was. She drove deep into turn one and shot out of it. Rayne slowed slightly going down the short side of the track due to some traffic, but regained her momentum going into turn two, which she completed in the slingshot fashion, much like turn one. Doc was right; Rayne had talent even at her young age. Lightning still was not convinced he wanted Rayne racing in the junior league. Rayne was small for a racecar, but on the other hand, she had natural ability and blistering speed. He decided to wait and see how she did in her first race, then see she how she felt about racing. After losing a few races, she might change her mind about racing. Lightning shifted his attention to Storm for a moment. Storm was watching Rayne with a mildly interested expression on his face. Storm never let his cool gray eyes leave Rayne. He seemed to absorb her every move. There was a slightly awed look on his sly visage, as thought he did not expect Rayne to be that impressive on the track. Lightning felt a sense of pride at the look of surprise on Storm's face. His daughter would be the one who will introduce an element of racing to Storm, that nobody though would be possible.
Turning his attention back on Rayne, Lightning watched her complete turn four and start flying down the homestretch. When she got close to the finish, Lightning saw a silver streak flash in the corner of his eye. It was Storm, racing up behind Rayne, challenging her to a speed duel. Out of her peripheral vision, Rayne must have seen Storm flying up beside her, because instead of slowing down, she increased her speed. Lightning watched the clash from the observation box, fear and panic exploding in his tank. He watched as Storm gained on Rayne to where they were even. Storm started pulling away from Rayne, but Rayne returned the dare with another burst of speed, overtaking Storm once again. "Come on, Rayne" Lightning mumbled, watching his daughter rip around the track. He found that he was rooting for his daughter as if it was an actual race. Lightning glanced at Doc for a moment, knowing he would be furious with Rayne for pulling this stunt. To his surprise, Doc was talking into his intercom system with a calm expression on his face, as if he was giving her instructions. Lightning looked back to his daughter and Chick's son, who were speeding into turn three. Storm had fallen slightly behind, but coming out of the turn, Rayne faltered slightly. Storm took advantage of his competition's mistake and shot into the lead. Rayne's hood was even with Storm's back tires. Lightning knew Rayne would not have enough time to regain the lead. She stayed that distance from the lead until both cars crossed the finish line. Rayne's taillights came on as she slowed down and drove back to Doc, a defeated expression on her face. Lightning rushed out of the observation box and down to the pit area, where Doc was talking to Rayne with a grim expression on her face.
"What in the world were you thinking?" Lightning asked when he finally got close enough to talk to her. "You could have gotten yourself killed out there! This is exactly why I didn't want you racing in the first place!" "Dad!" Rayne said "Relax!" "I'm not going to relax after that little stunt!" Lightning said. "If you got hurt, I could never forgive myself!" "Dad!" Rayne said. "Doc told me to go for it! It was all part of our plan. You're going to give the plan away if you're too loud!" "What plan?" Lightning asked, lowering his volume considerably. "I wasn't aware there was a plan." "If you had given us a chance to explain, you'd know, Kiddo" Doc said, smiling slightly. "We're planning to surprise Storm. If he doesn't know what's coming, we'll be able to throw him a curveball." "I meant to lose traction coming out of that turn." Rayne explained quietly, making sure no one overheard her. "And I wasn't going my top speed either." "Oh" said Lightning, feeling rather stupid. "I was just worried you were going to get hurt." "Me racing is going to be a lot more intense than a one lap speed duel" Rayne said. "That was nothing compared to what it will be on Saturday." "I know," Lightning sighed. "What time do you have to be back in class?" "I have just enough time to change back unto my regular gear, and get to class" Rayne said. "I'll see you two at six." "We'll see you at six" Lightning said, watching Rayne drive into his trailer to change. "Your daughter handled herself well, Rookie," Doc said, glancing over to Lightning. "I had her sprinting in hopes that Storm would challenge her like that. We need to give him some false confidence." "Okay" Lightning said. "That sounds like a good idea. It should get her a pretty good finish in her first race." "Let's hope the plan works" Doc replied gruffly.
For Lightning, the next few days flew by. Before he knew it, it was Saturday, and the emotions were running high at the Lighting's trailer. "What if I finish last?" Rayne fretted as she paced in front of Lightning and Doc. "I'll embarrass myself and you two." "You'll do fine" Lightning assured his daughter. "You've been training consistently, and you drive well on this track. There's no reason why you wouldn't do well." "But what if I lose?" Rayne asked. "Then you lose" Doc said simply. "You probably won't win today; not many cars win their debut race." "Dad did" Rayne said, continuing to pace. "And he lost miserably in his second race" Doc countered. "You never know. If you have a good day, that's great. If not, then we move onto the next race." Rayne nodded. She quit pacing and gazed at the track with a distracted expression on her face. Lightning gently nudged his daughter. "You'll be fine" he said. "Come on" Doc said "I need to check your weight." A short drive later, Rayne nervously drove on to the scales. As predicted, she was still underweight. "What am I going to do?" Rayne said. "Are they going to let me race today?" "Yes" Doc said. "However I'm going to have to use the axle weights to make you heavy enough." "Is that legal?" Rayne asked "I don't want to be disqualified!" "Yes" Doc said. "The junior league rules allows 'artificial' weight." Doc had brought along the weights. He attached the weights to all four axles. "You have trained well in them" Doc said. "You should not have a problem."
"All Junior Racers, please make your way to the track for the official weigh in!" the loud speaker called. Rayne whimpered quietly. She looked nervously from her father, to Doc, and back to her father. All the other teenagers began filing to the judges' stand. "Come on" Doc said "We need to check your weight; we might need to adjust the axle weights a little." Doc and Rayne drove to the official scale. Rayne nervously waited for turn. When it was her turn, she nervously drove on to the scale. To Rayne's dismay, she was still ten pounds under weight. "Rayne… relax" Doc said quietly "Your weight is in the acceptable range." "You mean I can race?" Rayne asked a little relieved. "Yep, go get 'em, Kiddo" Doc said, smiling at the fifteen-year-old. "I'll see you in a little while" Lightning said. "Good luck, Sweetheart." He gave her a kiss on the fender for luck. "Thanks" Rayne said in a small voice. She pulled away from Lightning and Doc and followed the procession of the other junior racers to the track. Rayne was starting from the back of the pack. Because she was new to racing, she did not get a pre-determined spot. The better a racer did in their previous race, the better starting position they got in the next one. The car who won the previous race always started from the front inside position.