Rex stood and wiped his hands on his rag. He smiled, it was just a simple oil change, but now his 1967 Mustang would run much better. He was beginning to turn back into the garage to gather the things needed to wash his beauty until he heard the soft purr of a visiting vehicle. He grunted, only one person he knew could make a car sound that smooth. Rex turned his back to the noise.

"Wait, I want to talk Rex," Speed walked briskly over to his brother.

Rex turned back and sighed, "I know I didn't go to the funeral, but-"

"I could care less why," Speed's voice interrupted in a flat cold tone.

Rex frowned, "Is our relationship always going to be like this? With that permeant scowl on your face and that attitude in your voice? We're brothers for heaven's sake!"

"You did this to us," Speed glared up at his brother through long bangs. He wasn't angry, just annoyed and hurt. Very, very deeply hurt. For years Rex had his family think that he was dead or worst, that he was alive and didn't care to tell them. Speed closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, "Rex, you did this. Don't ever forget that."

Rex sighed, "It appears that I will not be able to change your mind. So, in that case, what do you want?"

"I want to know everything about the Cyclone."

" Sparky I can't take this anymore!!!" Trixie stumbled out of the car and ran a few feet before taking in a massive noseful of air. Speed and Rex looked over, confused and slightly startled by the commotion. Sparky glided out of the car gracefully and stood looking over at Trixie with an amused smile on his face.

Trixie looked over at Speed and Rex and held up a hand, "I know we told you we would wait in the car and let you two talk alone, but..."

"But that smell is horrendous," Sparky walked up to Rex, "You got a mighty big garage. You wouldn't happen to have a steam cleaner in there would you?"

Rex shook his head, "No, I have a vacuum though and carpet cleaner," he turned waving at Sparky and the two of them went into the garage.

Trixie walk up to Speed and smoothed his hair, "Don't frown so much, it doesn't flatter you," she smiled.

Speed nodded.

"You have to clear things up with Sparky," Trixie's tone had changed to a more serious one, "he believes I left without reason. He's worried about you and he thinks my presence here will only hurt you again."

Speed looked at her surprised, "He said all that!"

"In so many words, yes," Trixie smiled once more, "please do that for me!"

Sparky came back with Rex and the vacuum, "Hey, Trix, you want to help again?"

Before Trixie had the chance to respond, however, a familiar voice called out to Rex.

" Honey, were is the blow-drier?"

Speed's mouth dropped open, "Carol?"

She looked over and stared- stunned, "I thought you and your brother didn't get along."

Trixie slid up beside Carol, "Is that why you flirt relentlessly with Speed? You didn't think they would talk, or let along meet?" she giggled softly.

Carol spun around, "Who the hell are you?!"

Trixie grunted then walked over to Speed's car, "Come on Sparky, let's get this done."

Sparky opened the passenger side door and as Trixie lowered to squat next to the floor mats Sparky followed her.

"What are you doing?" Trixie looked back at him.

He smiled then spoke, "I'm sure you're wondering who Carol is. Well, she's Speed's agent. She sets up appointments and appearances for him."

Trixie nodded, then looked over Sparky's features. He had indeed grown quite handsome, with his thin angular face and soft chestnut eyes. He had a small alluring scar above his top lip.

"How did you get that?" Trixie ran her fingers along the scar.

Sparky grabbed her delicate hand almost roughly, "Don't do that."

"I'm sorry," Trixie looked at the ground, "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

Sparky released her and let out a chuckle, "You didn't. I got this when Animal Control came to pick up Chim Chim. He was reaching for anything to hang on to."

"Oh...," Trixie thought awhile then whispered, "the Humane Society."

"Bingo!" Sparky stood, "Here sprinkle this on the floor boards and I'll be over to vacuum once you're done."

Trixie reached up and took the thick can of Lavender Fields from Sparky then proceeded to dust the floor in soft white powder.

"Is that all you know?" Speed bit his bottom lip.

"I told you I don't know much," Rex lowered his head.

"Okay, let's recap," Speed shoved his hands in his blue jeans pockets, " the Cyclone was a concept car that was meant to be built in the future, not now..."

"It's not that he couldn't have built it now it's just that the particular materials needed couldn't be found. He looked everywhere, on the internet, in speciality shops. That's when Mom came to me for help. She thought I might have contacts that dad didn't," Rex shrugged, "I couldn't help her though. I have less contacts than Pops."

Carol chimed in, "Well, he must of found something if he's looking for financiers now."

"Is he?" Rex raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Speed bit his lower lip again, "maybe I'm trying to hard. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place."

"Thanks Rex," Sparky slapped him on the shoulder. He and Trixie had finished and he had already replaced the vacuum and carpet freshener.

"What timing," Speed turned and walked back to his car, he waved and said good bye without looking back.

Rex frowned then whispered to Carol, "You know, I really wish me and him were on better terms."

Carol nodded and placed her head on his chest, "Whatever, if he can't understand what made you do the things you did then he has no right to call you his brother," she then turned and made her way back into the house.

Rex looked back at her with a confused and angry expression on his face. How could she say that?

"Well that was a waste of time and gas," Speed grumbled. He had driven all of them to a restaurant and they were now having dinner at a steak house.

"Maybe not, what was said?" Sparky spoke through bits of mash potatoes and steak.

" Goodness, Sparky!" Trixie, who had sat beside him, slapped his thigh, "don't talk with your mouth full!"

Sparky obediently swallowed then spoke, "What did your brother say?"

"Not much. Pops couldn't find some materials to start the build, yada, yada, yada," Speed stabbed his green beans.

Trixie wrapped her napkin around her finger and tapped Sparky's cheek lightly. He turned to look at her and she proceeded to gently wipe away the food that was at the corner of his mouth. Speed watched the short exchange and narrowed his eyes. What are they doing?

"Hey," Speed spoke, "are you two-"

Trixie interrupted, "He must of found the materials somehow."

"Yeah," Sparky began to pick out the peas in his mixed vegetables, "he's looking for financiers now."

Speed nodded, "That's what Carol said."

"What? That Pops had found the materials?" Sparky grinned at his accomplishment, "No more peas!"

Speed cocked his head, "No, that he was looking for financiers."

Trixie frowned, "How would Carol know that?"

Sparky shrugged, "Rex told her."

"No," Speed looked down, his brows furrowed, "Rex was surprised to hear....." Speed's eyes narrowed, "How would she know? How could she?"

Sparky looked at Trixie and she frowned back at him. This was getting weirder by the second.