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CupKatyCakes: More is here and more is on the way. Just trying to work through some minor holes in my plot line right now since it kind of looks like a bomb hit it and it's scattered in pieces.

Wild Side – Motley Crue

Name dropping no-names
Glamorize cocaine
Puppets with strings of gold
East L.A. at midnight
Papa won't be home tonight
Found dead with his best friend's wife

Something in Common

=Taru's P.O.V=

I leant over the empty engine cavity of my Charger, for the month Filip had been away I'd been working at it, slowly chipping away and restoring it back to its former glory, Gemma had give me use of the workshop and the hoists as long as it didn't interfere with the day to day running of the garage and so far it hadn't, the majority of the hard work was done and out of the way.

I'd managed to restore all the frame and sort it out as well as stripping the body back to just the bare silvery grey metal shell on a set of wheels, I'd stripped down ninety percent of the Charger and started from near scratch again, the outside had been stripped of its glossy coats of pain, the insides had been stripped right down to the bare essentials and the engine had been tossed after finding a good deal of damage had been dealt to it which included cracked head gaskets.

I hummed softly along with the music flowing through the radio as I threaded a wire through one of the smaller holes in the metal to reattach the front headlamps again.

Eins
Zwei
Drei
Vier
Fünf
Sechs
Sieben
Acht
Neun
Aus

Alle warten auf das Licht
Fürchtet euch, Fürchtet euch nicht
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen
Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen

I shifted relieving the ache on my leg and glanced towards Buster who was laying flat out in the sun on the edge of the carport, his legs twitched and a soft whimper came from him every so often as he dreamed about whatever he liked to dream about.

I shook my head lightly stretching my spine as I cleaned the headlamp with a cloth and knelt fitting it back into its cavity, my Charger finally having one of its 'eyes' back, if only temporarily, it was really only to see if they fitted properly and looked right.

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen
Kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden
Wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht
Legt sich heiss auf das Gesicht

Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen
Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn

I tightened the screws holding the light in place and moved onto the next one adjusting them as I went before grinning. "Bet it feels good to have your eyes back, hmm?" I queried resting an affectionate hand on the front of the car as I pushed myself up and stepped back, the new engine alone was going to cost me a cool 20K but it would be worth it, I was sparing no expense when it came to my Charger, it was getting only the finest things and a custom made engine direct from Dodge.

I wiped my hands on a rag and moved into the garage before going back to working on the severely dented metal of the driver's side. I paused for a moment and rested my hand on the stripped metal, the memory flashing in my mind, I'd ripped out the interior the first chance I'd had, the driver's seat caked with blood, my blood, which also seemed to have gotten over a good deal of the rest of the interior and being left for a month or so while I was laid up in a coma had left the heavy scent of iron and blood staining the interior in some interesting looking patterns splattered across the seating.

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne

Fünf
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht
Hier kommt die Sonne

I sighed softly and shuddered trying to clear my mind before resting my forehead against the twisted metal, tears forming in my eyes. I exhaled slowly and wiped at my eyes, I still had nightmares, times when I would just wake in sweat and feeling cold, I was thankful for Filip, he understood and held me every time it happened.

I pushed away from the Charger and stepped over to one of the benches before turning back to take several photos, the exact same process I'd done before, take before and after shots of all work, I had one album full from the first time I'd restored my Charger and by the time I'd finished this time round I'd have another.

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen
Kann verbrennen, kann dich blenden
Wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht
Legt sich heiss auf dein Gesicht
Legt sich schmerzend auf die Brust
Das Gleichgewicht wird zum Verlust
Lässt dich hart zu Boden gehen
Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Und wird nie vom Himmel fallen

Fünf
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht Neun
Hier kommt die Sonne

I glanced over at the doorway and quickly did a double take seeing Kerrianne standing in the doorway into the kitchen. I reached up turning the stereo down and looked back over at her. "What's up?"

"You like Rammstein?"

I nodded. "Guilty, I like good music"

A small smile graced her lips. "So do I"

"Really?"

"Yeah" She smiled shyly.

I paused and looked towards my Charger before looking back at Kerrianne. "If you want you can help out a bit," I nodded towards the Charger. "I need a hand with the old girl"

Kerrianne gave a brighter smile and nodded. "Alright"

"Best go get changed first, I don't think Filip would like it if you ruin your good clothes with dirt and oil"

She nodded turning back into the house and went to go get changed, I leant back against the bench running along the side of the garage and cleaned my hands, at least she was warming up to me and trying to get to know me.

I groaned softly hearing the phone ring from inside the house and pushed myself up before stretching and wincing as my back clicked. "I'll be right back"

Kerrianne gave a nod, hands coated in dust from helping me sand down the front fender.

I stepped inside kicking off my shoes and wiped my hands quickly down my jeans before grabbing the phone off the hook. "Hello?"

"Is Filip there"

I narrowed my eyes slightly at the unmistakable Irish accent. "He's at Teller-Morrow and I'm guessing you don't want to talk him but to Kerrianne"

"Aye, is she with him?"

"No, she's here with me"

"Why the hell's she with you?" Fiona snapped in annoyance.

"Because Filip had to work and he knows the boys there make her uncomfortable" I snapped back smoothing my hair back before tugging out a strand that didn't want to comply.

"Just put my daughter on the phone"

I clenched my jaw trying to stem the growl threatening to spill in my chest. "You might hate me but that doesn't mean Kerrianne has to hate me too"

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

I rolled my eyes starting back towards the garage. "Right, whatever" I sighed softly. "I'm not fighting," I stepped into the garage. "Kerrianne it's your mother" I handed the phone to her and started sanding again.

What's the song in this chap you ask? It's Sonne by Rammstein.

Sorry about this taking so long to get up but I've been busy replaying Dragon Age: Origin's and working on my Sims 3 Stable and working on various pose requests for the sims in tandem with looking for a job, several various injuries and RL getting me down I've been stretched a bit thin but I'll get the next one out soon.