Disclaimer : I do not own Oban Star racers or Molly star racer or anything to do with Oban in general so please don't sue.

Thanks to Star Fata, DramaQueen of the moon and crazyvegimab for the reviews.

Just so you guys know I decided to change the 10,000 years between races to 1000 in this fic basically because I thought it was just to dang long! I didn't think anything in my story could have been remotely possible (not that it is) if so long a time had passed. I mean I doubt frozen embryos would last 1000 years never mind 10,000!

Anyway back to the story.

Once Again

Chapter 2

Leaving

"The great race of Oban"
"The ultimate prize" she whispered venomously, "what a joke"
As Molly paced back and forth from draws to suitcase she mulled over the possibilities…..what would happen when they arrived on Awass? Would she meet him? Just like Eva had met the last Avatar in disguise? She stopped in her packing to look out the window at the truck in the front drive that would transport the Whizzing Arrow to the pick up sit. The last test run had been a great success. The booster drive was particularly impressive, good enough to win. But that wasn't the plan, she wouldn't win, all she had to do was make sure she qualified for the last race on Oban. To make sure the right person won, that the right person became Avatar.

She glanced at the clock above her bed, "Two hours, then according to Eva we'll sleep all the way to Awass"
She placed two more items in the suitcase before zipping it up and heading down stairs, Eva's diary and a plastic disc, stored inside a clear plastic box. The only thing that could open it was a thumb print on the scanner screen. The thing was impenetrable. Molly knew this from personal experience, having tried (unsuccessfully) to prise the thing open with every tool in John's extensive collection. All she got for her trouble were several broken nails, a box full of broken tools and a broken John crying on Dom's shoulder. The box survived without a scratch, John invested in new tools and a sturdy padlock.

Dom was waiting for her at the front entrance "ready to go kiddo? We've got a long drive ahead"
"Yeah Dom, I'm ready" Her bright smile returned to her face as she practically skipped out to the truck swinging her suitcase as she went.
"I hope so" He whispered after her as he locked the mansion door and took one last look at his home before turning his gaze determinedly to the distant horizon and his mind firmly to the race.

Dominic was the descendant of a thousand years of Wei family generations. In fact he was now the only living descendant of Eva Wei, so far away he couldn't even remember how many 'greats' to put before her name. Eva's diary had been passed down the generations to each new head of the Wei racing dynasty, telling the story of Oban many times over to almost hundreds of eager ears. It was only luck that had brought him to be the guardian of Eva's creation so like her 'mother' but yet so very different. Dominic loved her like a daughter, although it scared him sometimes to think that she was the clone of a girl who lived a thousand years ago, it didn't seem natural. And in truth he didn't think it was fair. Creating someone for your own purposes, and forcing a destiny upon her that was a heavy burden to bare. Luckily she looked upon her duty as a gift, an adventure. But he sometimes wondered, what if she didn't want this? Did he love her enough to go against a thousand years of careful planning to see her happy?

"Don't think that way" He scolded himself as he climbed into the drivers seat of the transport truck.
"She wants this, you know she does" He continued his internal monolog as he backed out the mansion gates, remembering to lock them with the remote before driving down the private lane and joining the main road some minutes later. "For good or ill this is the way things have to be, we can't just leave the outcome to chance, Molly will compete just as she was born to, and I'll protect her just as I promised"

Sorry this chapter was so short, but I promise chapter three will be longer.

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I'm giving up on the cookies……no one will take them! Lol. Now reviewers will be receiving the warm fuzzy glow of pride you get when you do something nice for someone else.

-candiedheart