DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own nor wish to appear to be the owner of Speed Racer/Mach Go Go Go and all related merchandise thereof.

Speed sat on the edge of his bed, it had been three days since his mother's funeral. Three days since that horrible note was given to him. He sat there frowning, soaking in his anger and grief. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The noise gave Speed a start so he chuckled to relieve the slight discomfort he felt at jumping at the mere sound of a knock.

" It's open!" Speed stood to meet his guest.

It was Trixie. She wore a tight pink tank that had only a one, two inch strap and a pair of white capris with simple white Keds. Her shoulder length brown hair was parted on the left side, held back with a pink rectangular barrette. She smiled and walked over to Speed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

" Hey Speed, where's the towel?" Sparky walked out of the bathroom, nude, his muscular body still dripping wet, " s'up Trixie."

Trixie stood wide-eyed, mouth opened, trying hard not to look below his waist. Then she turned her back to him as if the idea had just came to her. Sparky smiled slightly then decided to mess with her a bit.

" Come on Trixie, it's not like you haven't seen a naked man before," Sparky slowly advanced toward her back.

" Sparky I'm warning you," Trixie looked behind her and saw him moving closer, she gasped then turned her head back around, " put some clothes on or I'll-"

" Or you'll what," Sparky placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed.

Trixie spun around so suddenly that Sparky stepped back in shock. She grabbed his hands and then spoke, " I'll reach for something sensitive, rip it off, then throw it out the window," she squeezed his hands so hard that he winced," and don't you DARE think I'm not strong enough!" she released him and walked toward the bed, she plopped down on it and crossed her arms. Sparky laughed then looked over at Speed.

Speed was looking down at Trixie, admiring her beauty, he then took a seat beside her on the bed. He looked up at Sparky and pointed to the bathroom, " the towels are under the sink."

" Thanks man!" Sparky turned and walked back into the small bathroom.

Speed turned his attentions to Trixie, " So, what brings you here?"

" It's my summer vacation," she smiled gently at him, " I don't start school again until August. So I decided to stay here a while longer, to catch up on some old times," she looked down slightly saddened.

Speed opened his mouth to speak then thought against it. So he just turned his head to the window and sighed.

Sparky emerged from the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist, he walked over to the closet and pulled out what he wanted to wear and turned to face Speed and Trixie. He dropped the towel, ignoring the groan of disapproval from Speed and Trixie's shocked gasp. He pulled on his boxers and then his overly baggy, faded blue jeans, finishing his look with a dark yellow polo shirt. Then he ran his fingers through his chin-length brown hair and decided at that moment he was done. He walked over to the small, black corner ice box and pulled out an apple. He bit into it, chewing loudly, the only sound being produced in the tiny one room apartment.

Trixie sighed, " So Speed...do you still race?"

Speed looked over at her, "No. I now mostly show up at charity events and once a man paid me 1.2 million dollars to place the original Mach 5 on a spinning pedestal at his museum. Can you believe that! I thought you would know about that."

Trixie shook her head, " Now that I'm in college and no longer on the 'Go Team' I don't keep up on the races anymore, and I hadn't heard anything about you in the news," she giggled, " Sorry."

Speed had always liked her girly giggle, so he was happy to see that even though she was a lot more mature she still laughed the same.

" Trixie," Speed spoke softly, " why did we ever brake-up?"

Trixie snapped her head in his direction and Sparky look up from his apple, almost choking on his mouthful of fruit.

" W-what?" Trixie stammered," I-I...uh..I-"

"Hey Trixie," Sparky interrupted, feeling that the tension in the air was about to suffocate him," Speed has a new supped up Mach 5 now."

Trixie, relieved that Sparky had jumped in, looked over at him gratefully, " Really!"

" Yep, it has a new engine and a new body, I built it myself. It's mostly for show but it can still get up and go." Sparky threw the core of his apple into the trash and spoke again," You wanna go out and see it? Then you can come with me and Speed as we go and pick up Spritle."

Trixie beamed," Oh I'd love that!"

Speed stood, " You want to pick up Spritle in the Mach 5?!"

" Sure why not," Sparky winked, " he would love to ride off in style."

Speed rolled his eyes," You mean you want to ride off in style."

Suddenly, the phone rang. Trixie stood gathering her small white handbag and walked toward the door. Speed walked over to the phone and placed it on speaker then spoke," Hello, whoever you are you're on Speaker."

" Hello, Speed. It's me, I just wanted to see how you were feeling."

Trixie recognized the voice of that of the blond woman who had given Speed that horrible fax three days ago.

" Thank you," Speed's eyes quickly glanced over at Trixie. " but I am feeling quite alright."

" Do you want to get some dinner later today?"

" Well, I'm going to be out with friends," Speed started to gather his things; car keys and his wallet.

" Oh," the woman let out a short chuckle," I don't mind if Sparky comes along!"

" I meant Trixie."

" Oh," the woman let out a grunt. Trixie smiled slightly, she loved the fact that she got under that blond woman's skin.

" Well, I got to go now, have to pick up Spritle from school," Speed's finger hovered over the Talk button.

" Ok, I will see you later then. Bye."

" Bye," Speed hit the Talk button and turned to leave when the phone rang again.

He sighed then hit the button again," Hello, you're on--"

" Hello, Mr. M, how do you feel today?" the voice on the other end was deep and clearly altered by some electronic device.

" W-who are you?" Speed could feel beads of sweat on his forehead.

" Someone that you know," the voice paused then let out a chuckle, " Sayonara."

" No wait!" Speed reach out his hand as if he thought to stop the disconnection at this distance.

Before the sound of the click was heard the deep altered voice whispered, " Cyclone."

" Dammit!" Speed slammed his fist against the white wall, " Dammit all to Hell!!!"

" What was that he said? Before he hung up?" Trixie placed her hand on Speed's shoulder.

" Huh?!" Speed looked back at her, his dark eyebrows crinkled in confusion.

" He said cyclone," Sparky whispered, " whatever that means," he then turned and opened the white door and stepped through it, " Come on you two, we still need to pick up Spritle, we can't do anything about that phone call now anyway."

Speed whirled around and glared at Sparky angrily, then almost immediately his features relaxed, he knew he was right. He placed his arm around Trixie's waist and lead her toward Sparky. Slowly he turned off the light and shut the door.

He sighed.

Cyclone.

What the hell could that mean?