DISCLAIMER:

I do not own Sym-Bionic Titan. If I did, it wouldn't have been cancelled due to lack of merchandise.

Hey guys! So this isn't a full chapter, just a little short on Amy getting her driver's license, and Lance's prediction about it coming true- mostly. I would put in a little short of something else, but I can't think of anything that's not already a cliché :/ well, anyway, enjoy! I'm in a really good mood right now- why, you ask? Read the end note and find out! Enjoy . And sorry for any inaccuracies in the license process- I don't exactly have experience…And also I'm gonna bend the driver's license age to 15 instead of just a learner's permit for convenience. Or you could just pretend that Amy's sixteen- whatever floats your boat

Chapter 15 ½

Amy sighed. "This is stupid. I know how to drive. They teach you on Ryoch how to drive when you're nine." She tilted her head back. "Then again, the cars also have mechanisms to adapt to the…shorter ones. These Earth cars are so primitive. They don't even have hover technology yet." Amy shook her head good-naturedly.

Lance laughed from the driver's seat as Ilana read him the directions to the DMV. "Okay, then, Ms. Know-Everything- who gets the right of way at a four-way intersection?"

"Whoever got there first."

"If they all got there at the same time?"

"Whoever's to the very right."

"Light colors and meanings."

"Green-go, yellow-red light approaching, stop if you can, red- stop."

Lance rattled off several more questions that had almost cost him his license, and Ilana even threw some in. When his little sister answered them all correctly without even hesitating, he sighed as he pulled into the DMV's parking lot. "Well, I think you'll be fine, as long as you remember which side of the road to drive on."

"Oh, that's easy," Amy said happily. "Left."

They were parked at the DMV now, and Lance turned around to face his sister, just staring at his little sister. It kind of unnerved her. "What?" she asked, to find that Ilana had turned around and was staring at her in the same way.

Silence. Silence. And then….

Lance burst out into laughter, and Ilana started giggling. "What?!" Amy demanded.

They caught their breath and got out of the car to walk her to the front desk. Lance wiped a tear from his eye.

"Ryoch's British!"

-o-o-o-

"Identification." The balding middle aged-man held out his hand wearily, and in it Amy placed her Sherman High ID card in his hand. It wasn't exactly like she had a driver's license for identification…at least not yet. The man sighed as he handed her the paperwork. "Please fill this out and then return it to the window in the far corner. Next."

Amy went and sat down in a chair, pulled a pen out of her bag, and started filling out the information. Lance sat down with Ilana, and rested his head wearily against the back of the chair. Ilana looked at him and smiled. "Tired from your party last night?"

Lance groaned and nodded. Amy, Ilana, and Octus had pulled together a birthday party at the bowling alley. He had considered it a little childish, but apparently the seventy-eight people who had showed up hadn't thought so. There had actually been more, but the bowling alley was small and had to turn them out. Considering that Ilana had only sent out ten invitations to their close friends, the turnout was quite unexpected. The cheerleaders had kept on stalking him, cooing and laughing at everything he said. He got so many "Happy 17th"s that night that if he had a nickel for every one, he'd be rich. Eventually, everyone had been kicked out when the alley closed at 11. It had been exhausting. Ilana's birthday party had only had about twenty people, a week or two before Amy crash-landed. Still, her party at their house had turned out the most people, with no breathing room in the house.

Ilana laughed. "There were quite a lot of people."

Lance nodded. "Yup. Kristen wasn't there, though," a tinge of disappointment coloring his usually indifferent voice.

Ilana cocked her head at Lance. "Who's Kristen?" she asked. Suddenly it dawned on her. "She's that girl you were talking to when you were leaning against the truck at the Scary Mary party a while ago, right?"

"Yeah", Lance said, closing his eyes from fatigue.

"So…do you like her?"

He opened one eye and looked at her, not detecting her slight blush (though Amy noticed it with amusement out of the corner of her eye from filling out her medical information). "Uh… As a friend, I suppose. She's cool. Why?"

"Just wondering." Now both his eyes were open, and she looked down at her feet in embarrassment. "I mean, you usually don't remember names."

"Oh." Lance closed his eyes again. "Well, she's in my history an Chem class, so it's a pretty easy name to remember."

"I see", Ilana murmured so quietly that only Amy heard it. The fifteen-year-old girl filling out paperwork gave a small smile and returned to her task. Inwardly she wondered if Lance would ask Kristen to the dance, but she wasn't about to ask him that question in front of Ilana, for obvious reasons.

Once all the paperwork was filled out, Lance and Ilana left and told her to call them to come pick her up, and Amy went into a room for the written portion of the test. She passed with flying colors, and advanced to the most difficult part of the process- the live test-drive. As she walked out Amy saw a navy blue van with the "student driver" sign on the top, and a head of hair bent over in a small nap. She smiled and climbed into the car, and seeing that the instructor had the keys in his hand, she leaned over and woke him up. "Hey, time to get up", she said in a singsong voice, and the young man awoke with a yawn and a stretch…

A handsome young man.

Amy noticed with slight appreciation his dark hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes- his face was perfectly proportioned, with his muscular chest sticking out with definition from his shirt a lot like Lance's. He was wearing long khaki pants, and his hair was all messed up from his nap. The man couldn't have been older than twenty, and as he ran a hand through his hair to tame it he threw her the keys. "I'm Kevin. Obviously, your instructor- now let's get his over with so I can get back to sleep."

"So sorry to have woken you", Amy said sarcastically but with a friendly smile as she turned the keys in the ignition and it came to life with a satisfying rumble. "What's my course?"

"Out the lot, around Albertson's, past the mall, make a u-turn past Baja Fresh, and I'll tell guide you back here on whims after that."

"Sure thing", Amy said, and pulled out of the lot, remembering to drive on the right side of the road. Which made her remember- she didn't quite understand the joke that Lance had made earlier. Keeping her eyes on the road, she asked him: "Which side of the road does Britain drive on, again?"

"The left," Kevin said while he stared out the window, and Amy laughed silently as she suddenly understood Lance's joke. Her instructor continued to stare at the passing scenery.

Amy saw his indifference with amusement at a red light. "Aren't you supposed to be grading me?"

"Pfft", Kevin laughed. "I don't really care. I just do this so I can make a few extra bucks on the weekend. But, here, if it'll please you I'll take some notes, okay?"

"Thank you", Amy laughed.

Kevin saw her name and looked up in surprise. "Your last name is Lunis?" Amy nodded, and Kevin smiled. "You know, Shayna- the driving instructor- still has nightmares about your brother's test."

Amy chuckled. "Yeah, he told me about that. I feel bad for her, but hey, who can control when aliens appear?"

Kevin nodded. "Yup." Amy was taking the u-turn past Baja Fresh, and when she asked where to go next, he said with amusement: "Go into that restaurant parking lot right there and park."

Amy did this, and looked after him in confusion when Kevin got out of the car. When he waved her on she took the keys out of the ignition and locked it, hurrying after him. By the time she was caught up, he was being seated in the Chinese restaurant. She kept on staring at him until he asked, "Chicken chow mein or chicken teriyaki?" When Amy didn't respond, he looked over his menu at her amused glare. "What?"

"…."

"I'm hungry, sue me." Kevin rolled his eyes and eventually ordered some wontons, while Amy got a salad. She laughed and went along with it, and they talked until their food came.

"You know", Amy said thoughtfully, "before I moved here I had a friend named Kevin."

"Oh, really?" asked Kevin. "We look alike?"

She laughed. "Oh, not at all. He has blond hair and freckles, but I suppose you've both got fair skin and the same windblown hair. His eyes are green, too, and I'll admit that both of you have stunning eyes."

Kevin raised his eyebrows. He got compliments a lot, and mistook her last comment. "Honey, I'm too old for you."

"What?"

"You're flirting with me, right?"

Amy stared at him for a second before laughing so hard that it became silent and her whole body shook. Eventually she wiped the tears out of her eyes and, looking at the confused driver instructor, said, "Please. No. Don't worry about that. And anyway, I wouldn't need to flirt- I'd just seduce you with my social awkwardness."

The restaurant's foundation had a hard time resisting the shakes of their laughter.

-o-o-o-

They got their fortune cookies along with the bill. Having a bit of fun first, Kevin opened his and read: "One who is stubborn may often choose the wrong path." He shrugged and tossed it aside.

Amy's read: "Stop looking for true love- you have already found it." She laughed. "Yeah, right", she said. Just a fortune cookie, she thought. She opened the bill, counted up her side of the tab and got out her wallet. Kevin just sat there looking at her expectantly.

She glared at him. "You're kidding me."

"I'll give you an A."

"I would've gotten one anyway."

Kevin paused for a sec. "I'll fail you if you don't."

Amy sighed. "This is blackmail." She paid for both of their meals, left a tip and left. Upon returning to the DMV, they parted ways and Amy called for Lance to come pick her up. She got her picture taken (she was always so photogenic, and it came out perfectly), and Lance congratulated her on the ride home.

"So, how was the test?"

"Eh, normal," his little sister said with an inward smile. "I can get a car now!" she exclaimed happily. She had been eyeing a Prius for a while now. Lance looked at her out of the corner of his eye, bemused.

"And what makes you think that you'll get a new car?"

"Octus can materialize money, right?"

Lance stared at his old-fashioned car as this realization dawned on him.

"…I think I'll get a new Mustang, too."

Tee hee! I know it's not a full chapter, but I figured I'd churn out a little snack- chapter 15 1/2! This chapter isn't really relevant to the story, except that she can driver herself home now. Not my best work, I know, I'm sorry Credits to my best friend Sarah, with her quote: "I don't need to flirt, I seduce you with my social awkwardness." True for the majority of us fangirls out there, I'm sure- or at least for me. Also, a humongous thanks to all of my reviewers! Your kind words put me in a great mood for a while! Some of you have said that you think I might have been one of the original writers for SBT ~ I think I'm going to cry :,) with joy, of course! I start spasming whenever I read something like that. My friends think I need help when I randomly start grinning like a maniac in Bio because I just read a review.

Anyway, so why am I so happy? I GOT A COMPLIMENT FROM MY MUSIC TEACHER! That's super rare, and in short this is what happened: He basically said he thought I would make a good section leader or drum major next year, which is amazing because that's a huge responsibility and requires a lot of skill – and he said I have potential, and that I could be good! Some of you might not understand compliments like that, but they're the kind that, when you get them, you're undeniably euphoric for a week. You sing in the shower. It's amazing. Well, I should get to bed. I'm so tired and I have a Spanish test tomorrow… and math… ugh. Well, anyway. Night, and I look forward to updating. Review!