"Alright, Lightning, stay still." Doc said as everyone watched how he started to fill Lightning's tank. Everyone waited until the baby's tank got fully filled. "Alright, now try to start your engine."

The baby just looked mindlessly at Doc, obviously having no idea what the older car said. He just blinked. But there was this strange, yet, new sensation running down his body. And by instinct, he started his engine.

To the older cars, the baby's engine sounded very strange and they looked at Doc for an answer. The older just shook his head. "It's normal for babies. Their engines are not accustomed to the fuel-"

He was cut off by a loud engine sound and before he knew it, he had a hyper baby running circles in the same place. A little bit too fast, there even was smoke coming from him.

The others stared in awe, but Doc looked at the little car in worry. That's when he realized: Lightning had the engine of a race car, judging by the loud sounds it emitted and-

Bang!

-And because he just speed down the street towards the courthouse.

"Lightning!" Without thinking, Doc revived his engine and went after him.

Lightning, however, laughed and was having fun. He had never driven this fast before. Not that he ever drove before, but he was pretty sure adults didn't drove this fast! He was beginning to come close to the courthouse when he decided he will turn around and drive back to the café. He noticed that the street was too big and the café too far for him. So accelerated more.

And Doc had to do the same. He had never driven that fast in years. Not since his little accident. "Slam you breaks, Lightning! Your BREAKS!"

The little car got scared at the sudden shout and slammed the breaks, but not before almost crashing into a wall. Almost. He had slammed into something soft, like a tire. Or let's just say, lots of tires. Turned out Luigi and Guido threw the softness tires they could find into his way. The baby stayed there, his tires were quivering from fear. Doc stopped beside him and pulled him close to him.

"There, there, you're fine now, rookie."

Lightning looked at him with big, watering blue eyes and quivering lips. If he wasn't about to cry, Doc would found that scene really cute. He just grabbed the tiny baby with his tire and placed him over his hood.

"Doc! Doc! Its tha' baby alright?" Mater asked as he and the others approached them.

Doc answered while trying to calm down a crying baby. "I believe so, it was just the shock I guess. But either way I'll run some tests, including his speed limit."

"Good, you do that, because when he grows up, I don't want him speeding down the street." Sheriff said.

"That's why we have Willie Butte's."

Doc quickly went back to his clinic and placed the baby over the table. He quickly ran over the tests. The temperature, checking for any injuries, the usual. He grabbed a small speed scanner. He sighed. He placed it over Lightning's hood, who had calmed down, and waited for the baby's speed limit to appear. Doc could have sworn his engine stopped.

200 miles per hour

That couldn't be right! The baby sure was fast, but he couldn't be that fast! Doc grabbed the speed scanner, pushed the reset button and placed it over Lightning's hood again. And repeated the same process ten times because the results were the same. Meanwhile, Lightning was enjoying the little game. Doc just had to accept it. This baby was a born racer. He was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't noticed Sheriff entering the clinic and closing the door, glaring at the Hornet in front of him.

"So, a racer, uh?"

Doc gasped and turned around. He glared at Sheriff. "Don't do that! You could have given me an engine attack!" He took a moment to recover his breath. "And yes, the baby can run up to 200 miles per hour. Boy, you will have your tires full when he hits puberty-"

"I didn't meant the baby, I meant you."

Doc felt a strange heat and suddenly felt very, very nervous. "I- I don't know what you are talking about."

"Listen, Paul." Sheriff called by his first name. That was never good. "The others may not noticed it, but I did. The way you chased down that baby, none of us could have done it, not even me. And that baby was driving like hell! And I'm pretty sure you accelerated from cero to about sixty or seventy miles in less than a minute. Got anything else to hide?"

Doc was speechless. "I…"

"Also, a few weeks ago, was passing by your garage door, looking for you. And what I found was a bit more interesting."

"You had no right to be in my garage!"

Sheriff raised a tire, allowing him to finish. "I found three Piston Cups. Three. All with the name of Hudson Hornet. I was shocked at first, thinking they were just imitations. Really good imitations. Or you were just a big fan. But when I saw those old newspapers in boxes and photos and medals and that picture hanged over the wall, I knew it was you. Everything clicked." Then his glance softened. "Why didn't you ever told us, Paul? Why didn't you ever told me? We're best friends, brothers even!" He paused. "Doc?"

Doc was trying to hold back years full of tears. "I never told anyone because, because…" He couldn't take it anymore and let the tears run over his hood. "Because it was too hard, ok!? All my life I trained to be an amazing racer and then suddenly, I have a crash, I'm out for two months and when I get back…" He paused for a moment, looking at the floor and lowering his voice. "When I came back, I expected a big welcome and you know what they said? They said 'You're history!'… and moved on to the next rookie in line." He sniffed and sighed. "I had so much to give, and they didn't even let me show them." He looked up at Sheriff, his glance hardened but his eyes were watery. "I ran away. Away from everything. From fame, the supposed friends I had and from racing. I got depressed. I had no purpose in life. I went to college, trying to make something out of myself. It was when I came to Radiator Springs. The rest is history." He felt free. All those years of pain and sorrow were slowly drifting away.

Sheriff casted a sympathetic glance at Doc. "That still doesn't fully answer my question. Why didn't you ever told us when you knew we were your friends? We wouldn't have judged you. And what if I was a convicted criminal disguised as a sheriff?"

Doc just gave him a sarcastic 'oh really?' face. Sheriff rolled his eyes. "You're right, I'm not. But no one can judge anyone. And you didn't even did anything wrong."

Doc sighed. "I guessed that if no one knew who I really was, my past wouldn't come back and hunt me down. I guessed I was wrong."

There was a deep silence that none of them wanted to interrupt, except for Lightning of course, trying to get their attention. Doc turned back to the baby. "I don't want to tell anyone else."

Sheriff suddenly felt uneasy and looked from side to side. "Um…"

Doc turned back to Sheriff. "What?"

"Mater might have heard me talking to myself about this and might have told the others."

Doc just blinked slowly.

I did promised you guys a long chapter and here it is! Hope you enjoyed it. I wanted to change the fact that no one knew of Doc's past and make something funny come out of it. Like Doc chasing down Mater… It would be like a small town's secret. Also, i want to apologize for LONG wait. I'll resume my excuse in less than five words. Moving away, College, sick grandma. But she's better now. Anyway, review!