Alright, everybody, this is when I tell you guys that EVERYTHING CHANGES! Mwah ha ha. I love being evil. Anyway, Sarah, I LOVE you for buying that Veronicas CD. Seriously, you're amazing. And I had the best time EVER at the Rascal Flatts concert! It was SO much fun. I don't have good quality pics, though. Gr. Don't worry though, Life Is A Highway66! I got some videos. Anyway, to the story!

"Oh yeah, you're Lightning McQueen," said the ignorant desk assistant up until this point. She seemed like she'd smoked at least one pack of cigarettes a day.

"Well… yeah." Lightning was a little disgusted by this hospital. They'd found one closer than Phoenix. It was in Scottsdale, but it was dreadful. Still, it would get Sally better.

"Weren't you on every cover of the magazines with some rusty tow-truck?"

"I ran into him, for god's sake!" At this point, he had enough of this. Sally looked at him, slightly shaking her head. This was embarrassing on a lot of levels to her. As soon as Lightning saw her shake her head, he got it. "Sorry."

"Whatever. Anyway, she'll be ready to go in about two days because we can't exactly smooth out those dents. We aren't paint job artists."

"Can you try?"

"We'll try. So, she should follow me right now. Say your goodbyes."

Lightning looked at Sally with one of those "I don't wanna leave you" looks, even though he knew it would be best for the both of them. "I'll, um, I'll see ya later."

Sally looked back at Lightning half-smiling. "I'll be fine, I promise."

"You sure?"

"Like I said, I've lived through worse than this."

"I love you."

"I always will." Sally kissed Lightning lightly on the fender. "Bye."

"Bye."

With one last look, Lightning watched Sally drive away, worried that the worst would happen. Those doctors were going to kill her if they weren't careful, and from what he had seen, they wouldn't be careful.

"Kid, if you stay on those floors much longer, your tires are gonna need to be sawed off it."

As strange as it was, that voice sounded like somebody he knew, even though he had never heard it before. Tessa wasn't there, but it was a southern girl from what the accent said. He turned around, and what he saw, it wasn't something that was expected, that was for sure. "Whoa."

The super-light pink 1951 Cadillac Series 62 Coupe looked confused. "I'm not that exciting, kid."

Still, Lightning was in shock. "You're, you're Elle Lightyear!"

Now the Cadillac was in shock rather than confusion, but still confused. "How the hell did you know my name?"

Lightning was a bit amused by this somewhat ancient car. "I've seen pictures, heard stories, rumors that you married my pit crew chief, that kind of stuff."

The now identified Elle couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had not the kid's number up until now, and now it all made sense. "Whoa. Where'd you hear stories, pictures, rumors? Where'd that come from?"

"Picture from Doc's…" Now he remembered that Doc was exactly Doc to Elle. "…the Hudson Hornet's garage, rumors that he kind of hinted about, and Lizzie told m-"

"Lizzie? Lizzie as in married-to-Stanley Lizzie?"

"Well…" This wasn't making sense at all. How did she know Lizzie? "Yeah. But Stanley died a while ago."

"My god, this is twisted." Elle was shaking her head at the thought of this.

"Were you friends with her?"

"She was my mom."

Lightning was now confused, shocked, and amazed. This was twisted. "…okay…" About now was when he realized that he had to go to the Piston Cup. Mac didn't say "make it quick" for nothing. "I, uh, I gotta go."

"Kid, wait, like, two seconds."

"What am I waiting for?"

"Just, just tell Hudson I miss him."

Lightning was a bit confused. They broke up over something, or they would still be together. "What happened with you two?"

Elle looked worried as she did surprised. She was a bit hesitant to what she was going to say. "It kind of started with this girl named Dina."

"Oh, so that's what Doc meant."

"Huh?"

"Oh, uh, never mind."

Elle put hers eyes into the shape of confusion. "Whatever, kid. Whatever."

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1954, Talladega Winners Circle

These moments were repeating themselves, but he didn't mind. The more the merrier life was. He was living the dream. The dream job, the dream amount of money, the dream girl, everything was absolutely perfect. The photographers were taking as many pictures as they could. He had, after all, just won the race before the Piston Cup. He watched Elle attempt to push through the crowd unsuccessfully, and Doc laughed. "Hey, guys, let her through." As if on demand, everybody moved aside for the girlfriend of the Hudson Hornet. "I thought they wouldn't let you through."

Elle was ecstatic about everything that was happening. She laughed. "Ha ha, well they did!"

"I'm glad they did."

"Good."

They two drove into each other's lips a kissed for a while, not wanting to stop. This was the way things were going to be forever with each other. They separated with smiles on their faces.

"Can I ask you a question?" Doc asked slyly.

Something was going on, but Elle couldn't put her finger on it. "…sure…"

"Alright. Well you know I love you."

"Of course."

"And I kinda want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Really?"

"So, will you marry me?"

Elle's grill dropped a bit, even though secretly, she wasn't shocked. She had been waiting so long for him to ask this. "YES!" She rushed forward and kissed him as if it was their last.

Unfortunately, it actually was.

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Finally, it was the Piston Cup. It would be his fourth in a row. Everything would be absolutely perfect.

But… where the hell was his fiancée?

He drove back and fourth, wondering where she was. Nonetheless, she wasn't there. Usually she would've been there about an hour ago, but not this time. This time, it was only two minutes before the Piston Cup started, and she still wasn't there.

"Hudson Hornet!" somebody said, panting at the same time. It was a security guard, Hudson had guessed. "It's Elle!"

"About time she's here." He was a bit annoyed, but he couldn't be too mad. He was in love.

"No, she's not here! I came from the box just to tell you! We just got news! On her way here, she was in a crash!"

A crash? This couldn't be possible. "How bad?"

"Bad enough that she's not here and in the hospital!"

"Who told you?"

"I forget the name, but it was a reporter."

"And you trust reporters?"

"Why else wouldn't she be here?"

This was all too much. Right when he was about to get on that field and race his heart out, this had to happen. His heart sunk before he realized that this was real. She could've been dying, for god's sake!

And attempting to win his fourth Piston Cup in a row, ladies and gentlecars, THE HUDSON HORNET!

He didn't want to move. He just stood still as the crowd cheered with enjoyment. "GO!" the security guard yelled, and pushed him onto the field. This isn't happening, this isn't happening… He smiled, just to fake it, to make the crowd think everything was fine. He wasn't the worst actor, because everybody believed in that smile. After a few laps around, the race started. Finally, the smile could go away.

Hudson managed to make a few turns without spinning out of control, though most of them were just like that, insane. Little after little, he was in last place, and had no idea what to do to get in front. He surged forward, trying to get a good spot, but all the cars were blocking him off. It was sad.

The security guard decided to stay in that room where the Hudson Hornet had come from, god only knows why. As if out of know where, somebody was ramming at him. "LET ME IN! I KNOW I'M LATE!"

"Miss Lightyear! You got out the hospital?"

"Who the hell told you that I was in the hospital?"

"A reporter!"

"And you trust reporters?"

The security guard had already answered this for the Hudson Hornet, even though that answer had been wrong. "Why are you late, then?"

"I ran into a tad bit of traffic! NOW LET ME THROUGH!" She charged enough that the security guard got scared and moved over so she could get through to watch her fiancée.

She couldn't tell, but it seemed to her that somehow Hudson had managed to get enough speed to cut through a bunch of cars, therefore putting him in about seventh place. She could tell the other cars were getting mad, maybe even a little jealous. One of them smiled right at Elle, and she didn't know what exactly it meant.

But it was those same cars who pushed Hudson the wall of the stadium, making him spin right on it. After that, Elle couldn't remember what had happened, but it wasn't like she needed to know. He was dead. And if he wasn't dead, he was going to die.

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"BUT HE CAN'T BE!"

"Elle, I know better than anyone that this Dina girl is as sweet as you are and would not lie about death! Your Hudson is dead! I'm sorry!"

"YOU AIN'T SORRY! YOU NEVER LIKED HIM! YOU PLANNED THIS!"

"I didn't plan any of this, damn it!"

"Daddy, you just better shut up about this, because you know you're happy."

"Am I happy that my daughter just lost the most valuable person in her life? Hell no, Elle! I accepted him!"

Elle couldn't say anymore after that. He was dead. She couldn't bear the thought of it. She started crying, tears hitting the ground everywhere she drove. This isn't happening, this isn't happening…

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2006, Some Hospital in Scottsdale, AZ

Lightning was in shock. Now he realized why Doc was so upset wherever he talked about her. She had left him! But it wasn't exactly her fault. This story was twisted, and he couldn't help but ask why? "Whoa."

"You seem surprised."

"Yeah, I kind of am. So, I'm guessing you just saw that he was still alive last year."

"Yeah, flipping through a magazine and there he was as your pit crew chief." She paused for a second. "You're a pretty lucky kid, you know that?"

He didn't really realize this until now, but he was actually pretty lucky. "Yeah, I guess."

"Well, anyway, you said you needed to be goin'."

Crap! Mack! "Right! Uh, nice talking to you."

"Hey, it's no problem. You go ahead and win that Piston, alright?"

Lightning sighed and remembered Sally. It was scary that she actually needed to go to a hospital, but in the end, he could live with that, knowing that now he had a plan B that could actually help him get married to Sally. "I'll try, I'll try."

I TOLD YOU YOU'D BE TOTALLY, like, AMAZED! I was so happy to write this, really. It got me to love Elle all over again. And you just can't beat those DocElle flashbacks.

Review…? Ha ha, no creativity right now. Rawr.