Disclaimer: Same as all the others, except I own the Italian guy. And his restaurant.

Author's Note: Time for a change of scenery. Are you ready for…Legolas driving in Italy? I didn't think so. Honestly, neither were we.

Chapter Fourteen

Buen Guerno!

AIRPLANE

Somehow, they got Kurama, who was still asleep, onto the plane without anyone noticing. Faythe looked at Sara. "We don't have passports! How'd we get out?"

Sara smiled and handed her a pamphlet. "Your passport."

"That's not a passport."

Sara's eyes flashed purple. "Trust me. It's a passport."

Hiei leaned over and whisper in Faythe ear, "Go along with it. IF you don't think it's a passport, her powers won't work."

"Huh?" Faythe said, confused.

Hiei sighed. "You have to believe this little pamphlet is a passport."

"Oh."

"Can you do that?"

"Yeah."

"Good." They reached the boarding attendant.

"G'day! May I see your passports? And your tickets, of course," the woman said cheerfully.

Sara smiled and waved her hands for effect. "Watch me work my magic."

She walked up to the lady and handed her the tickets and "passports." The lady flipped through them, smiled, and stamped them. She handed them the book. "Thank you. Enjoy your stay."

The others nodded and dragged Kurama outside. "Alright. We have two rental cars."

"Why two?"

Sara glared at Faythe. "We won't fit in one. Now, the pairings will be as usual." She pointed to a red circle on a map and handed it to Aragorn. "We'll meet there."

Faythe looked at Aragorn. "Are you ready to go? Jake and Legolas went to get the car already."

"Yeah. I'll get the luggage," he said, grabbing their bags and packages.

Jake and Legolas squealed to a stop at the curb of the hangar. Jake shouted, "We got a convertible!"

Faythe rolled her eyes. "Figures."

"It suits the country, though," Aragorn said thoughtfully. "It's a Ferrari."

Faythe scoffed. "We need to get to Florence by 3 PM. We need to go. NOW."

They piled into the car and took off.

SARA/HIEI/KURAMA

Kurama was staring into darkness. Black as far as he could see. "Not much of a dream."

Then, two glowing purple eyes appeared. "Time to wake up."

Kurama bolted upright and looked around. "Where are we?"

Sara turned and handed him a cup of coffee. "Italy."

Kurama drank some and smiled. "Thank you. What are we doing in Italy?"

"Never mind that." Hiei turned on the radio and sound filled the car. Kurama cried out and covered his ears, dropping the coffee. Coffee sloshed everywhere.

"Hiei! Turn it off! Please!" Hiei shut the radio off and stared at Kurama. "He has a hangover. Leave him alone."

Hiei shrugged. "Not my fault if he doesn't hold his liquor well. I like this song." He turned the radio up-but only a little. Kurama wasn't bothered much by it. Sara still glared at Hiei.

Kurama looked at Sara. "Where are we going?"

"Florence," Sara replied.

Kurama sat back in the seat and relaxed. "The City of Love."

Hiei scoffed. "Seems like there's a lot of cities who claim to be the City of Love. Paris, Florence, Los Angeles, Philadelphia."

Sara shook her head. "Los Angeles is the City of Angels and Philadelphia is the City of Brotherly Love."

"Whatever." Hiei turned the radio up a little more, and Kurama clamped his hands to his head, spilling his coffee entirely.

"Damn it, Hiei!" Sara shouted. "Turn it off!"

Hiei obliged and muttered to himself, "This is going to be a long trip."

FAYTHE/ARAGORN/LEGOLAS/JAKE

Faythe and the others, however, were having no problems wit the radio and had it on full blast. Of course, this got them a lot of glares, but that didn't bother them in the least. They were all singing aloud with the music loudly, when Aragorn suddenly shouted, "Turn here!"

Tires squealing, Faythe turned the car onto the highway. They zoomed past an old man, who looked up and shook his head. "Crazy teenagers."

Legolas looked up from the pamphlet he had been reading on Florence. There was a map in it, which he was zealously studying. "Why are we going to Rome? Florence is the other way."

Faythe looked at Legolas, horrified. "We're going the wrong way?" She panicked. "We'll never make it in time now!"

Aragorn sighed. "Pull over. I'll drive."

Faythe pulled over and she and Aragorn switched seats. Legolas leaned back in his chair. "I feel better now that Aragorn's driving."

Faythe turned and glared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Legolas smiled. "Nothing."

"It meant something."

"No it didn't."

"Yes it-"

"Enough!" Both of them looked at Aragorn.

"He started it…"

"I don't care who started it. I'm finishing it!" He turned up the radio to drown them out and drove, spitting gravel with the tires.

Jake's stomach growled. "Ugh, can we stop for some gelato or something? I'm starved."

Legolas nodded in agreement. "I'm hungry, too."

Faythe, who was always hungry, said, "Let's stop in the next town, okay?"

Aragorn nodded in agreement, eyes fixed on the road, looking for an exit. "Does anybody speak Italian?"

Faythe nodded. "I can."

"Good."

They got off the highway and pulled into the parking lot at Olive Garden. Legolas looked around skeptically as they got out of the car. "Do we have time for this?"

"Yes." Faythe was already in the restaurant. "Hurry up."

"Buen Guerno!" greeted a short Italian man with tanned skin and black hair. "How many?" he asked in heavily accented English.

Faythe replied, "Seven," and they were led to a table. He gave them menus.

"You need anything, you ask for Francesco," he told them in his choppy English. He left.

Jake opened a menu. "Hey, it's in Italian!"

Faythe hit him. "Idiot. Of course it's in Italian, we're in Italy!"

"I can't read Italian." The others agreed. Faythe sighed and began translating.

20 MINUTES LATER

The server put their food on the table, bowed, and walked off. They ate quickly, paid, and left.

IN THE CAR

"That was good." The others nodded in agreement. Aragorn started the engine and looked at the clock. "Three thirty? How the hell did that happen?"

Faythe panicked. "We were supposed to be in Florence at three! We're late!"

Legolas sighed. "Calm down, Faythe. We'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"How? Florence is an hour away!"

Legolas grinned. "Let me drive."

"Fine." They pulled over and, once again, they switched drivers.

Faythe was still staring at the clock. "They'll kill us! We're going to die horrible, painful deaths!"

"Faythe, they aren't going to kill us."

"Yes they are!" She began hyperventilating.

Aragorn put his arm around her. "Sweetheart, nothing bad is going to happen! Sara and Hiei and Kurama will still be there and they'll be waiting for us. Sara will not be angry with you. Calm down!"

Legolas pulled some sunglasses out of his picket and put them on. "We'll burn rubber. We won't miss them. Not the way I drive." They were going 95 mph and getting faster. Legolas was driving without caution, tailgating and cutting off other drivers to get there close to on time.

They arrived at their destination ten minutes later. Aragorn, Jake, and Faythe got out shakily. Legolas smirked and got out, putting his glasses back in his pocket. "You all make it seem like it was a horrible ride. The cops didn't even pull us over…"

"We were going too fast to be seen!"

Legolas sat down on the large fountain they had parked next to. "I still think it wasn't that bad."

Faythe, whose hair was sticking nearly straight out form her head, said, "That was the best ride of my life! That was better than Space Mountain! That was-" She leaned over and hurled into the fountain.

Sara pulled up in the Mazda she and the others had been driving. She looked at Faythe. Her lip curled. "Ew…where were you guys? You're an hour late!"

Legolas shrugged. "We stopped for dinner. And we're only 45 minutes late, not an hour."

"Of course you stopped for dinner." Sara looked at Legolas, who was swinging the keys around. "You drove? And you're all still alive?"

"Of course! I'm a great driver!"

At the same time, Sara and Hiei began laughing. Kurama sighed and walked over to Faythe. "There's still a lot of Europe we haven't seen…"

Faythe waved towards the others. "Tell them."

Aragorn laid a hand on Faythe's shoulder. "Are you okay, honey?"

Faythe nodded weakly. "I'm fine."

Jake rubbed his stomach. "That drive made me hungry again. Let's get some gelato."

Faythe, who was finally starting to get over her queasiness, barfed into the fountain at the mere mention of food.

A cop who'd been driving by on moped shouted something at her in Italian.

Sara looked at Faythe. "What did he say?"

Faythe replied, "He said I'm under arrest for puking in the fountain."

Sara's eyes flashed purple and she sighed. "The things I go through to cover your ass."

IN SOME RANDOM RESTAURANT

"I'm tired of cops. I'm tired of all of this!" Sara shouted, flopping down into a chair. She and Hiei were at the bar counter, waiting for a table. Faythe and the others were in the souvenir shop next door.

"I know you are. I am, too."

Sara was about to respond when Faythe rushed in. "Look at this hat I found! Isn't it cool?"

"Sure." Just then, Sara's cell phone rang. "Hello? No way! Are you sure?" She said something in a language none of them knew and shut the phone. "Great news! We're on our way to Germany!"

"But Sara, none of us can speak German."

Sara put her hands on her hips and smiled at Aragorn. "One of the perks of having a German friend."

Faythe pouted. "But we just got here!"

Sara shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, well. Let's go!"

Legolas, who'd been thinking about the German friend, asked, "Can he speak English?"

"Yes…and no."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'yes and no'?"

Sara smiled. "You'll find out." She distributed real passports and tickets for the plane.