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

AN: Sorry it is taking so long to finish this story. I have another Speed Racer inspired story in my head and thinking about that one has kinda hindered the completion of this one. Not to worry though, this story is finally DONE! Here it is the 11th and final chapter!

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Sparky got out of the squad car and paced. The Inspector had told him that he should stay in the car, just in case Trixie was in a bad condition, but he just couldn't. So he paced and waited and worried and cursed and paced some more. The sun was hot and the longer he waited the hotter it seemed to get. He groaned, all he wanted was to see Trixie for himself and know that she was alright. The doors to the warehouse mini storage burst open.

Trixie stubbled out, waving away the hands of the officers that tried to help. She squinted at the light then her gaze focused on Sparky. She didn't try to hide her surprise or joy at his presence and ran toward him. Sparky smirked gently as the petite woman rushed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his neck. He had to bend to greet her initial embrace, but once she was on tight he straightened, lifting her graceful form off the ground.

Sparky squeezed her then whispered, " Did he hurt you?"

Trixie shook her head, " No...just left me there alone and scared."

Sparky frowned then placing her back to the ground proceeded to run his hand through her hair, " You wouldn't be lying to me now would you?"

She smiled, " Never," her features softened more and Sparky felt a warmth envelop his body, " I couldn't."

The Inspector walked up and clearing his throat loudly to signal his presence spoke, " Trixie, we need to get you to a hospital."

" No, I'm fine."

" Trixie," the Inspector started again, " it is for your own well being."

Trixie's expression turned to pure defiance, " I said no. I want to see Speed."

The Inspector sighed and Sparky felt a wave of hurt briefly wash over him once Trixie had stated her desire to see Speed. It was quickly forgotten though when Trixie reached over and threaded her fingers with his. Holding her hand Sparky opened the door to the car and helped her into the back seat. Once both were inside the car was off, making it's way to the Ringers track.

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Speed knew he was in the lead, but that still didn't stop the panic. He hadn't driven in what felt like ages and he was eager to get this over and done with, win or lose. He was worried about everyone and would feel much better if he was in their presence. Especially his bother and father. His car swung around the track at dizzying speeds and even though he was in the lead he was still aware that Snake's car was always in view. It suddenly occurred to him that Snake could be holding back on purpose, letting Speed gain a false sense of security in his lead and then at the last minute overtake him. Speed scowled, the bastard better not do that! He pushed the thought from his mind and focused on the road ahead taking his eyes off only to glimpse at the Sky Box that supposedly held his family.

Speed hated that man Snake and all that he was putting his family through. And all for what? Some lousy concept car? To have is name in lights? Why on earth would anyone risk there reputation and their soul for a measly chance at stardom? Shouldn't being the President of a large corporation such as Signet be enough? Signet had there hand in almost every aspect of the racing world and had even branched out into sponsoring motor cross tournament and events. Signet was the head of the class, a company that every other one tried to emulate. Shouldn't that be enough? Surly a man can't feel that scorned over events that happened years ago–especially since those losses didn't hinder his success at Signet. Speed just didn't understand, maybe it was as simple as the man was crazy.

Another turn and another glimpse at the crowd. Speed's breath caught. It looked like Trixie and Sparky were running down the stairs to stand at the railing that blocked the onlookers from the track. Trixie. Had they actually found her? That fast? Speed would have to wait until his next lap to see. This lap seemed to go in slow motion as her anticipated Trixie's presence. Once around he looked and...sure enough it was her. She was standing next to Sparky her hands gripped tightly around the white railing. Speed smirked, now that she was alright and safe there was no need to finish this absurd race.

Slamming on his brakes Speed jerked his wheel to the right. The car squealed and black smoke rose from the abused tires. The car, now cross ways perpendicular to the flow of traffic, had barely enough time to come to a complete stop before it was crushed by the impact of Snake's car. Speed grunted and was vaguely aware of the screams of the crowd and the high pitched cry of ripping metal from his dying car. He was dizzy and his side was aching, but that didn't stop him from opening the car door and rushing to Snake's driver side. Speed reaching inside through the broken window ignoring the pain as jagged edges sliced through his skin. He grabbed a confused Snake by the collar and yanked him forcefully out of the car. Spinning Speed slammed the man against the side of the car and with the added strength of adrenaline punched the man right between the eyes.

With no give to the side of the car the impact of the punch was registered through the bones and muscles of Speed's arm. He felt the excruciating pain, saw the spray of dark crimson that gushed from Snake's nose and split lip, and didn't care. He continued to punch the man, over and over, until all there was was red. Red in Speed's vison, red dripping down Snake's face. Speed reared back again and felt his arm being caught and held tight on it's decent down. Speed turned, scowling and angry and spat in the face of his captor. Sparky ignored the action instead he pulled Speed forward. Catching him in a fierce embrace he spoke,

" Dude, you're gonna kill him. Back up and breathe."

Speed struggled to no avail and screamed, " Who cares! Who CARES! This man deserves to die!"

Sparky was forced to his knees due to Speed's wild thrashing, " I know, you're right. He does, but not by you. Mrs. Racer didn't raise a son like that."

That statement caused Speed to stop all his struggling. He went limp, trembling in his friend's arms, sobbing and cursing the man Snake Oiler until he was dry and horse.

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TWO WEEKS LATER

The young man's head was tilted to the side, his chestnut shoulder length hair was pulled back into a lose ponytail. His light brown eyes scanned the terminal, stopping on a plump little girl with a yellow sun dress on. The girl couldn't be more than two and she was in the process of dancing to unheard music. The man smiled then nudging his companion in the side he jerk his chin in the direction of the girl. His friend looked over and smiled, his sapphire eyes sparkling through a veil of glossy raven locks. Both men watched the girl, envious of her youth and the freedom of no worries that came with it. All that the girl cared about was her chunky little dance.

" Damn," the youth with brown hair spoke, " it must feel great to dance. Just dance."

" Sparky! Speed!"

The two young men turned around to meet the approach of a lovely women in white capris and a sleeveless pink shirt.

" Sup Trix," Sparky smiled as Speed waved.

She stopped in front of them, " I am so glad you could make it!" she giggled then reaching in her purse pulled out two small gifts, " here," she handed Speed a long thin box wrapped in blue and Sparky got a much smaller box, no larger than a ring box, wrapped in yellow, " don't open them now, wait until I am on the plane!" She giggled again.

Sparky raised an eyebrow, but other wise said nothing. Speed smiled and said thank you, placing the gift in the pocket of his leather jacket. The announcement was made that Flight 650 was now boarding and so Sparky reached down and grabbed Trixie's carry on bag, " This is your flight right?"

She nodded, " Yes, thanks."

The three friends walked silently toward the line of passengers that was already forming and waited until Trixie was third to board before saying their good byes.

" I hope you have fun in school," Speed hugged her gently, " let's try to stay in touch."

" Alright," Trixie held up three fingers Girl Scout style, " I will do my best!"

Sparky hugged her too, but gave her a light peck on the cheek before releasing her, " Be safe, see ya some day soon I hope."

Trixie blushed while handing over her ticket. When her copies were returned to her she got on her tippy toes and kissed Sparky gently on the lips. She then pulled away slowly never taking her eyes off him until she had to board.

The two men walked over to a bench and sat. The little girl having stopped dancing and was now running in a small circle. Sparky chuckled, " She's so damn cute."

Speed smirked, " That little girl or Trixie?"

Sparky rolled his head to the side, " Both."

Speed laughed, " I guess you're right," his tone turned serious, " You better be good to her."

Sparky nodded, " Only the best."

They continued to watch the small girl play, fascinated by her easy joy.

" You think we will get any once of that back?" Sparky asked referring to the carefree time of childhood.

" No," Speed smiled, " but I think we get something better in return. Knowledge of life and of ourselves."

Sparky nodded, " Yep...well, you think we can open these presents now?"

Speed reached into his pocket and pulled out his, " I'm goin' for it."

They unwrapped the boxes simultaneously, Sparky looked over at Speed and frowned, " A pen set? Ugh, how professional."

" Shut up, I like it!" Speed chuckled, " What you get?"

Sparky held up a little square of brown paper, dressed at the corners with hand drawn flowers and vines. Sparky grinned smugly, " I got the digits!"

They both laughed then stood, " Were to now bro?" Sparky asked.

" I'm hungry, let's go to the mall and hit the food court."

Sparky nodded then with a final wistful glance at the small girl stuffed his hands in his pockets. Then before he could turn his head he saw the girl trip on her own feet and fall down face first to the hard titled floor. She let out a piercing scream before the crying started. Sparky smirked maybe youth was overrated.

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AN: I'm done, I'm done, I'm really really done! I hope you like, don't expect another chaptered fic from me for a while. This was a bitch to complete. But whatever, I'M DONE!