Disclaimer- I do not own Cars; Pixar does, simple as that! I do, however, own the characters not in the movie, unless I say otherwise.

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Chapter 2: Forgotten Memories

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Emma stared at the smooth floor of the clinic, a perplexed expression on her face, stroking her dog lightly. What was the problem? Why couldn't she remember what had happened or how in the blazes she had gotten here, or…what was going on? Sighing she probed her temples with her long fingers, trying to rub away the headache she felt coming on. This was all so frustrating! Why didn't anything make sense? She shouldn't be in this place; she should be at home…in bed at that…screaming at another chair or playing video games! Video games…

Of course! That's how she got here, that smash entrance on her head must have muddled her memory, that's why she couldn't remember. But her sudden brightness was crushed by a dour thought; her memory couldn't help if she couldn't even explain how it happened? She didn't understand how it, it made absolutely no sense at all, the whole disappearing thing. So…how could she get home?

Her thoughts were interrupted when the garage door squeaked loudly and began to open, startling Emma so badly that she leapt up and hid behind a table. She sat there holding her legs to her chest, her head buried behind them as if she was hiding herself.

There were two voices that could be heard, "Daggum! I ain't seen any'un move dat fast since I was first caught by Frank!"

Emma looked up at the sound of the old tow trucks voice; she held her breath, waiting for what would happen next when she heard the next voice…that she also clearly recognized.

"Mater? What on earth was that thing?"

"Dunno sir, Ramone picked 'er up off the side of da rode near where Sheriff's post is sir."

They were silent; finally, the other voice spoke. "Alright, thank you Mater, I'll talk to her…and try to figure this all out."

"Yessir!" Mater said as he backed out of the clinic and drove down the street. It was silent for a moment, Emma couldn't here a thing…then she heard a long sigh and the sound of wheels moving across the floor.

"You can come out now."

Emma took a deep breath and peeked out from behind the table and then immediately disappeared behind it again. Yep, it was Doc Hudson all right, the car whom Emma wanted to meet so very badly…and now, he was sitting there while she hid like a moron behind a table.

Her dog, on the other hand, couldn't really care less; she was cramped from her hiding spot and promptly walked out. She noticed the car and simply went over and sniffed it curiously. Emma peeked out again, and saw the bewildered expression on the old car's face.

"Molly! Stop!" Emma leapt out and grabbed the dog then stopped as she came face to face with the car…and an odd silence filled the room.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" She sputtered, falling back staring into the confused blue eyes of the Hudson Hornet.

He looked her over curiously, "Just what are you anyway?"

Emma sighed; she didn't want to go through that again, "It's…a long story."

"Well…alright then, what is your name kid?"

"Emma…yeah, Emma."

Doc stared at her as if he was looking at an alien, this irritated Emma a bit. She brushed herself off. "Sorry that I bothered your town, but I think I better be finding a way to get home." She started to stand.

Doc opened his mouth, she thought she heard him say something while his eyes widened, but she hit her head pretty hard on the table's edge, then things sparkled, there were lights, and she blacked out.

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Emma opened her eyes, she couldn't see and her head hurt like a cow had just trampled it. Grumbling she sat up, rubbing it, she felt something warm and wet…there was a crevice.

Pulling her hand away, she saw blood. She had split open the back of her head…on the desk. It wasn't serious, but it hurt worse than a mother in the middle of…don't try to decipher the end of that sentence. Emma sighed and looked up, Doc was looking over her, a slightly worried expression on his face.

"What is that?"

"What is what?"

"That…red liquid coming from you?"

"Oh…it's blood."

"Blood?"

How on earth was she supposed to explain this.

"Well…what happens to you when you get injured."

"Depends on the severity."

"What happened to your cracks and…broken parts in your '94 crash?"

"How do you kno—"

"Don't ask questions! Just answer."

"Well…I had oil leaks and important liquids that run through my engine and body…why?"

"That's it."

"Its what?"

"That's what blood is, to me, it's like my oil or important fluid."

"What! Shouldn't you get repaired."

"No! Don't you have some gauze or something? Like a type of fabric?"

"…well, I have some old fabrics laying around."

"Can I have it?"

"What for."

"Give me the fabric!"

"What is your problem!"

"I'm getting dizzy! I've lost too much blood, now please give me the fabric!"

"Dizzy, we need to repair that wound…"

"Oh for the love of…GIVE me the freaking fabric!"

"Fine!"

"Thank you! Gawl, your so stubborn!"

"Me stubborn? You—What are you doing?"

"Wrapping the fabric around my head, what does it look like I'm doing!"

"Well, that won't fix a leak!"

"It WORKS for me!"

"What kind of thing are you anyway."

"Heavens to Betsy! My head'll be fine! Let it scab over and it'll stop bleeding in a bit!"

"What in the name of Chrysler is scab over?"

"Oh FORGET IT!"

There was a long silence between the two of them, after a bit, Emma slowly removed the bandage and touched the back of her head, it had stopped bleeding but…

"Do you have any water?"

Doc looked at her perplexed, "Well, Red does."

"Then I'll just be going to visit Red if you don't mind."

She stood up, carefully avoiding the table this time.

"Be careful! You just split open an important body part! You need to take it easy!"

"Oh Doc, don't be so dramatic I'll be fi—"

She shouldn't have spoke so soon, as quickly as she had hit her head, the blood loss hit her like a train. She fell to the ground completely passed out.

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When she awoke, she nearly jumped to see she was back in her own room. What on earth had happened? Was it all a dream…no, the split in her head was still there…but where was Doc…where was—

"What in the blazes is going on!"

Emma screamed.

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Teehee, I'll be Frank, this was a fuuun chapter, sure it's a little confusing…but…I'm not supposed to make sense, and I'm sorry it's short…but I don't care, so NYAH!

I hope you enjoyed it! I'll get to work on the next chapters ASAP.