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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Authors Note:

Well, not much to say except for that I'm really excited for this story. I've gotten a couple of requests to add people, I know I said yes, but give me time.

I have to really figure this out; I'm still working out the glitches myself. So if I take forever in adding you, don't take it personally, it's just because I don't know where I would like to fit you in quite yet.

Anyway, I'm really glad at the feedback (though small) I've gotten on this story ! I hope this chapter is as good as the others to you!

Just a hint: The Doc described in this chapter is my own views and how I describe him, don't argue with me if it doesn't agree with your tastes.

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Chapter 3: Jealous Attraction

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Emma knew she shouldn't have stared that long…really. She should have just run over to him and helped him out, he wasn't at all used to this and it wouldn't make sense to him. But she couldn't move, it was like an invisible force was holding her there, forcing her to continue staring. Watching as he struggled just to stand and to comprehend what he looked like.

Which was basically…amazing.

Sure, it wasn't the Doc Emma was used to…Seriously, she couldn't see him being regular old Doc like this, he looked so young and full of life. It was too different, he didn't' look like someone you could even call Doc. She guessed the change from their world to ours does something to them (or maybe Doc is just real good at keeping himself lookin young), but one thing was for sure. She never imagined she'd be looking at Doc…

…As a HUMAN!

He was so…different. He was young looking and had jet-black hair that was cleanly cut, but had a hint of rebellion, being slightly messy. His face was thin and everything looked as if it was crafted and finely chiseled into perfection. He looked young, and some people may have taken him for a younger man if they didn't notice the wiser air he had about him. He looked as if he was rather tall, and had a powerfully built body. He wore clean pressed black pants, a white shirt, thin wire-framed glasses (a lot less noticeable on someone if you've seen wire-frames…I'd take wire-frames any day), and a white lab coat with a stethoscope draped over his shoulders.

And he looked completely bewildered.

Finally, he seemed to discover his head could move and he looked at her, blue eyes wide.

"Emma…what happened to me?"

Emma, who looked equally bewildered (yet…vaguely attracted), tried to shake her head, "I…really don't know."

Doc moved his hands curiously, and stared at them, wondering how on earth they could move. It was all so hard to comprehend, and the world around him began to whirl. The expression on his face was enough to snap Emma out of her senses and get her off her bed and next to him. She stabled his body (even though he was sitting on the floor) and tried to calm him down.

"It's okay Doc, I promise, we'll figure this out." She said it…but she didn't sound sure. She rubbed his back slowly and finally he seemed to be more relaxed, he took deeper breaths and she could feel his heart rate slow distinctly through his back. She smiled relieved and he looked at the ground.

"So…I'm a homo…whatever you guys are, now."

Emma shrugged, "I guess."

Doc sighed, Emma helped him sit up a little, he figured out how to pull his knee's in and sit them up a little more.

"It'll be okay, I promise…it'll be okay." Emma said, repeating it.

Doc smiled, he seemed very cautious at every movement he made, he wasn't used to the feeling. He put a hand on his chest to help himself calm down and then jumped. "What on earth."

Emma looked equally startled…again. "What is it?"

"I felt something in my…my…my………"

Emma paused then chuckled, "That would be your chest." She said, putting a hand on it to point it out, "And the beating you feel would be your heart."

"My heart?"

"Think of it as…a rather small pump that carries blood rather than…well, whatever."

Doc stared at her for a moment, "Right."

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"You know…I wonder if that Emma is okay…Doc's taking quite awhile, I wonder what's so wrong for a miracle worker like Doc."

Sally nodded; she was talking to Lightning about the curious young girl that had appeared.

"I don't know…but I'm sure Doc'll fix it."

Lightning nodded slightly, but he didn't look sure, "Its just…she seems so, different. I don't know, but I don't think Doc's medicine is what she'll need."

Sally sighed, but he did have a point, she was so strange…how could she be even closely related to a car. The puzzle didn't fit, she appeared out of nowhere, she wasn't normal, she refused gasoline but asked for water, she had been in Doc's clinic for an hour and nothing was happening. It was extremely quiet in there too, sometimes you could hear from outside, but it was soundless.

After awhile, Lightning let out an exasperated growl, "That's it, this is all just to weird, I need to see how she's doing and what's going on!"

Sally turned, "Lightning, lets not be—"

But he wasn't listening; he opened the door to the clinic and moved inside, "Doc! What is taking you so long, she wasn—…SALLY!"

"Stickers! What's wrong?" She looked in the clinic, but no one was there, no Doc, no Emma, and there was no way they could have gotten out without anyone noticing.

They check everywhere, but it was no use.

They were both gone.

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"I see." Doc mumbled, he stared at his hands and then down at himself for a moment, Emma had just finished explaining to him what a human was and that he was one now, "Well…I guess we will not do much good if I just sit here."

Emma smiled and stood up, "That's the spirit."

Doc smiled up at her and then noticed the stethoscope, "What on earth is this?"

"Well, you use it to listen to peoples hearts, that's one of the things doctors in this world use."

Doc looked up, "Really now…" He studied the stethoscope for a while. "Interesting, how does it work?"

"Come here, I'll show ya."

Doc was about to comply, when he realized a small problem. "How?"

"How what?"

"I'm not used to being human, how…do you humans move?"

Emma looked embarrassed, how come she hadn't thought of that problem, "Well…" She looked at herself, "I don't really know, you learn it when your born and then…I guess it's just natural, I've never really thought about it myself."

"Okay…can you at least help me up?"

Emma nodded; she went back down to his level and contemplated the best way to go about doing this. She took his arm and draped it over her shoulder, "Hold on." She struggled as she helped him up, it wasn't like he was extremely heavy for his age, but Emma was several years younger and she wasn't as tall as him (though not much shorter either.)

Standing up, Emma could see how tall he really was, he was probably somewhere between 5'8" and 5'9" if not taller. Emma suddenly felt insignificant, he wasn't much taller than her really (she is 5'7") but still…the height combined with the way he stood and the expression on his face, she just felt inferior. She knew more about this world and such than he knew, but he looked so much more educated and wise than her.

She pouted slightly as she lead him to a seat, teaching him how to walk. Whenever she looked at herself, she didn't see intelligence, all she saw was a teenage girl with blindingly blond hair, curious green eyes, olive skin (that tanned rather nicely), round cheeks, and everything else that made her look young and naïve. Most people liked that look at this age, but not Emma. Thought she wasn't exactly pretty, she was pretty to the point that it bugged her. She looked like a girl who was ditsy and blond, but not on the popular side.

She had some very good attributes that many girls would die for (or so her younger, extremely beautiful and popular sister said.), Emma had long legs (not perfect and thin but long), long fingers and a pretty good body form. She wasn't really thin, but she had a body that refused to grow fat. And her hair, although she highlighted it several times, was perfectly healthy and soft.

Her best attributes were on her face though.

She had (or so some say) perfect eyebrows (which was a weird thing to her, she didn't think eyebrows really mattered, in fact, she didn't know people noticed); they were perfect even though she didn't do anything to keep them so well…kept. had very pretty eyes, though they were also enhanced by colored contacts. And her lips were full (especially her bottom one) and she even had a beauty mark on the bottom of her right cheek, just above the jaw line.

But she also had things that those types of girls would look down upon as an unfeminine disaster.

Instead of beautifully sculpted thin arms, she had powerfully built arms, with a lot of shape to them (and frighteningly large biceps). Her legs were similar, powerfully built and made for a sports girl. Her hands, though her fingers were long, were strong and rough instead of petite and soft, her nails didn't look well kept and they weren't all the same size in length (but close to it.) Her pinky on her right hand was deformed to (due to a potato skin peeler accident.) And her feet were not dainty and small, they were large (not abnormally, but they were the reason she was tall) and wide, with terribly scarred heels and abnormal toes (from being a toe-shoe dancer).

All this bugged Emma, she wanted to be one or the other, her personality and everything about her mentally, spiritually and such were very much boyish, or as it's called, a Tomboy, but her outside was a mixture of both Tomboy and the average blond.

She realized her thought process had taken her into a daze she shook her head rapidly. Doc looked at her curiously, she smiled sheepishly and helped him sit down.

"Alright, now how do you work this?"

Emma helped him fit it into his ears, after which she picked up the end of the stethoscope. "You put this against their chest or back."

She reached forward and touched it to his chest, "You hear it."

After a moment, his eyes widened, "Yes! I hear it." He smiled, looking like a little kid who has accomplished a small thing.

Emma smiled, "That's your heart, its that beat that keeps you alive."

Doc was extremely excited about all this human business, he wanted to learn more about it, he wanted to find out what it all was about, he knew it would take time though, and he first had to learn to move like a human. It would be hard, but he was ready for anything.

"Emma, lets start now."

"Start what?"

"Well, who knows how long I'll be in this body, so I want you to teach me how to do things, I'm not a perfect walker and I want to know how to walk, is that okay?"

Emma smiled, but then she realized something, "Doc…were going to have to come up with a story for you…who you are, why I know you, a name, and stuff."

Doc looked a little perplexed but nodded, "Okay…"

"And I have to have an excuse to teach you to walk or my parents will be suspicious."

"Okay…"

"Okay I got it."

"Okay…"

"Here, we've got some work to do!"

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