FOR SOME Reason I can't get my scene sperators to appear so the scenes just tumble into oneanother. Until I can figure it out I am so sorry.

The Mach Five squealed to a stop inside Pop Racer's garage. Before Speed even put it in park Sparky touched his shoulder.

"I'll clean up the mess, don't worry about it," Sparky smiled slightly and nodded his head, telling his friend not to argue.

Speed frowned, "But... Sparky it's..."

"Disgusting, gross, and vile," Sparky smiled fully this time, "Well, vomit wasn't meant to be beautiful."

Speed nodded, tears welling at the corners of his eyes, "You're a better friend than I deserve," he jumped out of the car with Spritle and ran into the house.

Trixie slid out, "I'll help you Sparky."

Sparky looked up about to protest, but noticed the expression on her face. Her cheeks were still flushed white and her jaw muscles flexed in fear and concern.

"Fine, behind the blue tool box is a vacuum steam cleaner. I'm going to need that and the Vanilla Cream carpet freshener bottle next to it," Sparky spoke as he began to pull the floor mats from the bottom of the car.

Trixie rolled the vacuum over to Sparky and walked back over to the passenger side. She squatted down next to the door then spoke, "I think we should go ahead and vacuum the entire car."

Sparky's brown eyes flew up to meet Trixie's, "You shouldn't have left the way you did."

She narrowed her eyes, "Excuse me? 'The way I did'? I went off to collage."

"You packed up and left. No good byes, no warning," Sparky looked over at her angrily.

"Why are we talking about this now!?" Trixie stood, "There are much more pressing things wouldn't you say!"

Sparky stood as well and placed his hands on the hood, "Don't raise your voice! I'm bringing it up now because we are alone. How dare you come back and act like nothing ever happened. How dare you come back after breaking Speed's heart. You're selfish!"

" What!" Trixie slammed her palms on the hood and leaned forward, "I left for good reason! If you want to know, if you truly believe it is you business, then go ask Speed!"

Sparky raised his right brow, "Speed was too hurt to possibly understand why you left."

Trixie smirked, "People regret their actions all the time."

Sparky frowned, "Very well. Come on, I want to get this done before it dries."

"Hey Speed!" Pops walked over and hugged is son.

"Hello Pops. How are you holding up?" Speed sighed and shook his head. That was lame he thought to himself.

"The worst is when I go to bed," Pops looked down, "It's empty. Utterly empty."

Speed frowned, "Yeah, well, I came here to ask you a favor," he bit his bottom lip, "I would like to see the plans to The Cyclone."

Pops grinned, "So Spritle told you I see."

Speed nodded.

"What's wrong son?"

"What do you mean?" Speed looked at his dad confused.

"Speed," his father placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "What's wrong?"

Speed stared at his father. He hadn't told him about the fax and he had no plans to. That fax was addressed to him and no other. Whoever was involved in his mother's death wanted to dance this tango with him.

"Speed, you can tell me," Pops squeezed Speed's shoulder, "what's wrong?"

Speed ran his fingers through his midnight locks and with a sigh whispered, " Everything."

Pops nodded even with all the grief he was feeling he would still give anything to take the pain away from his sons, "Come with me, I have the blueprints in the den."

"Okay, the Vanilla didn't work," Sparky's nose crinkled.

Trixie let out a giggle while pinching her nose, "God, that's awful!"

The bottle of Vanilla Cream carpet freshener had separated in the heat of the garage. Sparky had shaken the bottle but that didn't work. The warm old oil and the lingering smell of vomit had not mixed pleasantly and left a rank rotten bologna smell.

Trixie giggled, "Let's just re-vacuum it without the Vanilla."

Sparky nodded, "I agree, because this is nasty!"

Just then the door flew open and Speed stood there, his brows furrowed and lips in a determined scowl. Sparky looked back; he knew that look. He tossed Speed the keys and told Trixie to get in the car. Speed slid in the driver's side and thrust the car into reverse.

"Damn Sparky!" Speed coughed, "I thought you said you were cleaning this!"

Sparky grunted, "Shut-up and drive. Where are we going anyways?"

"To see my brother," Speed sped out onto the highway, "to see Rex."

Well, I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed my story! Like I said before, this is my first fanfic ever and I was nervous to put it up on the site, but I really wanted some feedback on my writing skills.(You know your friends will always tell you you're great!) This chapter actually took a turn, it wasn't going to end like that, but I missed Rex so......

-AeryonSun