What's up people! Here i am with another chapter.

Sorry for the delay. Like i said, life is weird right now, but i'm still going with this fic.

This chapter and the next one are a bit shorter. In fact, for PART 2, i tried to make more chapters, each one a bit shorter. I think its easier to read that way.

Hope you guys like it!

Well, what do you know? Dreams do come true, thought Sheriff Lowe as he lifted the foot from the pedal.

It took him 5 minutes to reach the vehicle that flied through his spot at not less than 68 mph, and 20 seconds of blasting the siren for said vehicle to pull over.

He parked the Cadillac just behind the car, and scrubbed his eyes thoroughly. It was Dondai Supremo! A real deal car only a hardcore aficionado would have. Pretty good shape too.

I mean, it's OK if you like Japanese cars, but nothing beats a good old Cadillac, thought Sheriff Lowe, grinding his teeth.

He stepped down of the patrol car. Two voices came from inside the Dondai, yelling at each other; one male, one female. He put a hand over his gun. Once he reached the car he knocked on the window. The glass came down and a boy came into view. Too young to drink, maybe to drive even. A wave of nausea hit Lowe. The boy's face was dotted with freckles —not the reddish kind any normal person would have; bright pink freckles. And a large magenta halo over his eye, with a smaller one at the left side of his lips.

Maybe he spilled some nasty chemical on his face? Fuck, that shit better not be contagious.

The boy cleared his throat before speaking. "I, eh, good night officer," he said, trying hard to sound sober —and failing.

"Keep both hands on the wheel, Sir," said Sheriff Lowe as soon as he saw the boy right hand resting on his knee.

The boy gulped so loudly it must've been painful, which brought Lowe no little pleasure. There was also a girl on the passenger car. She looked at Lowe and smiled weakly. She wasn't particularly pretty or eye catching, but Lowe kept looking at her... He has seen her before, hasn't he? Well, never mind that. She was no friend of his —and even Lowe's friends weren't safe from a speeding ticket.

"License and registration, please."

'Right, right' muted the boy and fished inside the console compartment, leaning over the girl in the process. He grabbed the license and handed it to Lowe.

STEVEN UNIVERSE. 18. BEACH CITY, DELMARVA.

Lowe felt himself getting giddy. It was faker than his ex-girlfriends' breast. This one was a good falsification, however. Really good craftsmanship, must've cost a small fortune. It'll hurt the boy to lose it.

"Mr. Universe," said Sheriff Lowe, mockingly. "Do you know why I pulled you over?"

"Uh, no sir. I can't read minds," the boy said, and the girl nudged him.

Oh-ho-ho, we have sass! It's my birthday already?

"Are you aware of how fast you were going, Mr. Universe?" said Sheriff Lowe.

"I… wasn't paying attention. Maybe 70mph?" said the boy, and received another, stronger bump.

"Son, have you been drinking?"

"Yes, but just a little," said the boy, and the girl didn't even bother to hit him; she hid her face in her hands, like trying to disappear.

Well, that's unusual, pondered Lowe. People make all sort of weird excuses to avoid saying they'd been drinking, from 'I ate a salad with vinegar so maybe my breaths a little strong' to 'what do you mean apple cider have alcohol?' Nobody has ever confessed so easily.

"So, let's recapitulate," said Lowe, trying not to smile: "You are driving at night, at almost twice the speed limit, while being completely wasted." Lowe twirled the plastic in his hands. "And carrying a fake license."

"It's not fake!" the boy shouted. Lowe gave him a glare and the boy shut up.

"Alright, wiseguy, I'll tell you what we're gonna do," said Lowe, in his vindictive voice. "I'll detain the two of you for the night, till you sober up, or till I can find out who you really are. Whatever comes first. Get out of the car, hands up."

Lowe felt very happy with the effect of his speech. The boy was sweating like culprit on trial, and getting redder by the second. He just wished the kid had put more of a fight. Lowe was really looking to punch somebody. Maybe the trip to the station and spending the night naked in a cold cell will give him an attitude. Then Lowe will have an excuse to turn him into a punching bag.

The boy showed his empty hands. "Officer, t-that's not-"

Lowe pulled his gun out, shutting him for good. "I won't say it again. Put both hands up and get out of the car."

The boy's hands went back to the wheel, just before they unfastened the seat bell. That's more like it.

Sheriff Lowe backtracked two steps, putting some distance between himself and the suspect. There was some rushed talked inside the car that Lowe didn't like so he lifted his gun, pointing it at the door. The Dondai's door opened, just one second before the car speeded in reverse.

Lowe threw himself out of the way when he realized what was gonna happen.

CRASH!

The Sheriff stood up, but it was too late; the Dondai was speeding away already, this time forward and far away from the crime scene.

The crime, in this case, was the attempt murder of a patrol car. Lowe dashed to his beloved Cadillac. The front was absolutely busted, but he didn't have time to inspect the damage. That theatre-kid son of a bitch was putting distance fast.

He ran inside the car and drove forward. As soon as he did, the bumper dislodged from the rest of the vehicle and the Cadillac rolled over it.

Oh, those two are going down, thought Lowe, his heart beating with adrenaline, as he stomped over the pedal.

Steven stomped on the pedal, with the police siren blasting behind them. Everything is cool. Everything is fine. He just had to calm down and think of something. It would be easier, however, if Soledad would stop shaking him up.

"Whythehelldidyoudothat?!" Soledad shouted, grabbing him by the jacket. "You can't tell the police you are driving under in-in-in… fucking drunk!"

Steven swept her hands like a bad cat, getting her out of him. "It was you who told me to stay calm and talk to him!" he said.

"Yeah! 'Stay calm and use your pizzazz on him". You know, like you did with Ringo! Not 'stay calm and tell him the truth'."

"Soledad, I can't lie to a cop. That's illegal!" Steven rebuked.

Soledad was taken aback by this. "Oh man. You've never been pulled over before, have you?"

"I… of course not! I always fasten my seat bell; I always drive under the limit." Except for today, of course, he thought. Was the siren getting closer? "Besides, who would've stopped me? Where I come from, we don't even have a police department."

"Then why did you-"

"I panicked, OK?" Steven shouted and made a sharp swerve to evade a rabbit crossing the road. It was getting harder to see with the sweating forming over his forehead. "Look, I wasn't lying when I told you who I was. I li-te-ra-lly grew up in a van. I've got no social security number; this license is fake too, of course. This car isn't even technically mine, it's my dad's. What do you think will happen when the Sheriff takes me to the station and finds out all of this? I can't go to jail!"

"Jail?" shouted Soledad in disbelief. "Steven, you… trashed his car! That's shootyaintheface material!" Soledad hands found her hair and stayed there, as if trying to prevent her head for blowing up. "Oh Steven, we are in sooo much trouble, man."

Steven could barely register what he was hearing. His heart was beating fast, madly pulsating in his hears. The siren was getting closer and closer, drowning all sounds except the rumbling of the Dondai's engine.

"You didn't do anything! I'll just drop you in Death River and keep going," said Steven. "He can't chase me forever, right?"

"Oh, toolateforthat, buddy" Soledad put her face so close to his, Steven could feel her heat. "I can't go to the hostel! Rain's gonna get in so much trouble."

"What for?" asked Steven dumbfounded.

"Because that man," Soledad pointed at the red and blue lights, growing bigger behind them, "is Sheriff-fucking-Lowe. He didn't know who I was but I could never forget his stupid face. And he hates Rain's guts." A hint of terror make present in her voice. "You take me to the hostel and its fucking over for her."

Oh shit… shit, shit, SHIT! Repeated Steven as a new mantra —it certainly beat the old one in a moment like this.

Steven did some quick mental math and made a quick choice. He activated his parking lights and lifted the foot from the pedal. The car began to slow down.

"Wow, holdit, what're you doing?" asked Soledad.

"I'm parking. I'm gonna talk to him," said Steven. In the rear mirror he could see Sheriff Lowe's car getting closer. "He has to be reasonable, right? He's a cop."

The Universe —which is usually silent to these moments of irony— made itself present, in the way of Sheriff Lowe speeding up to ram the patrol car against the Dondai. The teens screamed. Steven swerved left and right and stomped on the pedal, putting some distance between him and the Cadillac.

Steven could stabilize the car, but he couldn't stabilize his pumping heart. Nor the surge of energy growing in his gem.

"What is wrong with him?!" shouted Steven and he peeped his head outside the window, looking at the chasing arm of the law. "This is my home, you know? And there is lady in here too!"

"Oh, thanksformentioningme," said Soledad.

The Cadillac speeded a second time, but Steven saw it coming. He waited until the car was just a few inches away from impact. Then he swerved left; the patrol car went right and it almost escaped the road, its right tires scratching the grass beyond the concrete. It was stabilized immediately and continued the pursue, both cars going almost nose to nose, with the Cadillac now in the right side and the Dondai flying on the left side, against all of Steven's better judgment.

"Stars, please don't let anyone come from the other side," pleaded Steven.

"Jesus, please, please let Lowe crash into a tree."

"Soledad!"

"What?"

Sheriff Lowe increased the speed, and Steven found himself doing the same, trying to pass the car completely and return to the right side, but he couldn't do so. The Dondai wasn't in its best shape for a race like this; and Steven wasn't in shape to deal with this in any way. His heart was about to burst, and he was this close to turning pink and big and start shouting glass-shattering curses. The noise of Soledad hyperventilating wasn't exactly calming.

"Oh God he is crazy. He's fucking crazy! Whatarewegonnado?" she repeated, time after time, trying to come with an answer.

And unfortunately, Steven realized it was she who he was depending on.

"Please Soledad, calm down," he said with urgency. "I need you to think on something."

"WHAT?" she shouted.

"You know these woods better than me. You know this guy. You must know how to get rid of him, or hide from him. Anything to stop him from chasing us and ruining my car. I think he busted the left light, already!" Steven added with a hint of pain in his voice.

He heard a scratch of tires and saw the Cadillac increasing its speed to catch their tail. Steven maneuvered right and cut pass to the Sheriff, but in doing so he sent the Dondai directly against the Cadillac's nose. The force of the impact left the Dondai drifting forward, in an awkward position like a clock needle pointing at two.

Any other car would have drifted into oblivion, spinning like a tossed coin before finally crashing or bumping into something and flying away, before falling onto its back and ending on its roof. But not the Dondai Supremo, which was built not for speed or bulkiness. Its sole purpose in life was mad drifting. Steven pulled the hand brake and let momentum push the Dondai, which was now occupying almost the whole road as it drifted forward. This forced Sheriff Lowe to lower the speed as to not impaling his Cadillac into the Dondai.

When he felt he'd his control back, Steven put a hand on the handbrake and the other on the wheel. He made both maneuvers at the same time, and now the Dondai was advancing, nose pointing forward, on the right side of the road, and with Sheriff Lowe falling short several meters behind them.

Steven exhaled with satisfaction —he'd impressed himself, not to mention Soledad too.

"Whattheheck! That was amazing dude!" she peeped her head outside the window, looking at the faraway red and blue lights. She then made a very rude hand gesture to the chasing car. "Up yours, Lowe!" she shouted and began to spill several curses in Spanish.

Steven grunted. He'd no time for this; he was starting to feel dizzy. Keeping his Pink-Form from manifesting was draining, and being drunk only made it harder. He grabbed Soledad from the back of her coat and dragged her inside the car.

"Sol, please concentrate," he scolded her. "I need you to get us out of here."

"Steven, I-I don't know, I came to this road only once—"

Steven stopped listening; the nervous energy emanating from Soledad was nerve wrecking. So he put a hand over the girl's chest —he'd aimed for the shoulder, but you can't escape from a killing cop and worry about decorum at the same time.

"You can do it. Trust me. I know you can." Steven spoke, and as he did he spread his light through the Link they shared.

This is another Misuse of Power, he thought briefly. But he was too wrecked to think. He needed Sol. So he sent his Light, his energy, his raw essence, in the shape of calming waves, into the girl's body.

And it worked! Soledad's aura stopped trembling and solidified into a focused state. Soledad gasped and took Steven's hand out of her.

"I got it!" she proclaimed, her aura doing somersaults. "OK, look. This road? Remember I say it ends by the river? Well it bifu-bif… it spreads into two roads before that. The one on the right goes into town, the one on the left into the woods—"She stopped to look behind. The red and blue light were growing bigger again. "We can take the left road and go into the woods. It's abandoned a-and maybe we can, Idontknow, found a clearing to hide and lose him for good." The siren seemed closer than ever and Soledad grabbed Steven's hand. "Steven, I'm scared."

"Don't be," Steven said and held her hand tightly. "I got this."

And just like that he put the shift in neutral and stopped accelerating. He closed his eyes. He needed a second of focus. Soledad shouted in desperation for him to speed up, that the Sheriff was getting closer and he was about to hit them.

Steven opened his pink eyes, light flowing from his body and into the Dondai. Only one thought occupied his mind.

ONWARD

He turned the shift and onward they went.

The noise the car made as it speeded forward was like a razor cutting paper. It actually was the screeching of the tires as they received a sudden, unprompted momentum. The Dondai flight forward, sliding over the road like over butter. The passengers were harshly thrown into their seats; landscape was a blur around them.

"Ho-o-o-ly s-s-s-h-it," said Soledad, each letter cut by the vibrations of the car.

But Steven wasn't hearing; his mind was going miles per hour, just like the vehicle. Getting the car out of a sinkhole was easy; just a little psychic push. This was an all-over workout. He was pushing the car forward, making the tires spin faster, increasing the engine RPM, AND holding it all together by the force of a car-sized psychic hug. The Dondai was not made for such a sustained effort, and neither was Steven. Pink-Steven might be, but that guy was on an indeterminate time out.

"Look, its working! We are leaving him behind," cheered Soledad. "Whatever you're doing, don't stop."

"Ugh… wouldn't dream of it," said Steven, through great effort.

"Now we just need to go to the crossroad and we'll lose him."

Steven grumbled in affirmation. The pain… it ached all over his body and chest —and let's not even mention the brain-splitting headache.

As if that weren't enough, the road had become more dangerous; narrower, with severe turns. Normally the Dondai took the curves like it were on rails, but at its current speed it was more like a mouse dancing over a coiling snake. Steven swerved the wheel left and right at random intervals and with decreasing accuracy. It was always a bit to early or a bit too late, and with each turn the Dondai kissed a bit more of the grass at the side of the road.

Soledad didn't miss his weakened state. "Are you alright there, buddy? Steven?"she asked, running circles over his back with her hand. "Can you keep going?

Steven murmured that he was alright… A stab of pain. Everything will be fine... Hot, searing pain. He's gonna get them out of the mess he got them into…

IT BURNS! Steven's hand went to his stomach and his burning-hot gem.

He stopped looking at the road. One second, two seconds… He couldn't tell. He didn't snap out of it when he heard Soledad yell his name or when she grabbed him by the collar. The real world only made itself present when he received a clear-cut order:

"LEFT!"

Steven heard it, but his hands went right. He opened his eyes to see the Dondai approaching a sharp curve at terminal speed.

The handbrake was pulled with fury, the wheel was swerved, and the brake was stomped. But the Dondai didn't stop advancing. It didn't stop when it destroyed the sign of STRONG CURVE AHEAD, or when it crashed against the parapet wall. The vehicle left the road and the ground, as it fly several meters in the air before it began its fall.

Soledad shouted her lungs out as the vehicle plunged down, approaching the rocky hillside, and she closed her eyes to her fate. But the view CLICKED something inside Steven. He let a single powerful scream and the inside of the car turned pink.

The landscape turned pink too, as dozens, hundreds of honeycomb-shaped hard-light plates began to manifest. Above, below, and in all directions around them. It wasn't a bubble, but something sturdier.

Said 'bubble' hit the ground, crashing with a terrible force that smashed the trees under its weight. The ball of light bounced, flying again. It hit the ground another two times, shaking the spinning car inside as it went down the hill. The Dondai was protected against crashing, but each impact shook the vehicle —and its passengers— to its core.

The ball only stopped when it plummeted into flat soil and exploded. The car dropped to the ground and crashed hard against the rocky soil; a tire exploded as it impacted against a rock. The engine creaked and coughed before turning off. The omnipresent pink glow was snuffed out for good.

Steven tilted his neck to look around —it hurt like nothing else. Soledad was there but he couldn't make up her state. He lifted his hand but had to let it fall, as his consciousness abandoned his body.

Everything was quiet. The only sound was the soft sloshing of the nearby river. And the buzzing of the radio, as it came out of its dead state. It began playing a soft tune to its dormant audience.

Ta dah!

This is one my favorites chapters so far. Writing Lowe is so fun, lol.

My only doubt with this chapter is the chasing scene. How was it? DId you guys like it, was everything that happened clear in your heads? Actions scenes are always a pain in the ass.

Anyway, see you guys soon (hopefully). Don't forget to comment, you guys literally give me life!