OK SO! Third chapter of the Racer AU :D Thanks so much to a new follower and favourite...er... well that doesnt look right at all , but i digress.

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Anyhoo, i just wanna prewarn people that, yes, this chapter does seem a little slow but i think it's nessasery to build up the cuteness of the Hijacks and it's a little fluff of Hiccup being so cute with kids (as i'd imagine he would be)

Also: Dont say it three times! you have been warned!

Welcome to the next episode of the Racer Arc! Please keep all arms and legs within the arc and, if the fluff is too much, please collect any and all exploded ovaries at the end. Thank you for trusting Team Neko!

0o0o0o Not bad Yerself 0o0o0o

The first thing Jack was aware of when he regained consciousness, was that everything hurt. The first thing he knew, however, was that he was not in the apartment. He tried to think back and figure out what happened, but there was an annoying persistent beeping that sped up every time pain lanced through him. Something was in his nose, he could feel that, and it was blowing something out. Cerulian eyes opened slowly, and carefully, to blurrily take in his surroundings, when they took in a strange reddish brown blob with a speck of green.

"Jack?"

The white haired racer winced as this blur spoke, his head reeling with the effort of staying awake long enough to hear it out.

"Jack how're you feeling?"

"M'kay... Who're..." The racing driver's speech was slurred and confused as he spoke, and the blur moved slightly.

"Jack it's Henrick."

Confusion spread across his face.

"Ugh.. Freckles?"

A small relieved laugh escaped from Jack, before a harsh cough took over, roughly jolting his frame.

"H- hey Hic..." A pale hand lifted to his face and gently tugged on the thing blowing into his nose.

"Woah, no leave that Jack, trust me, it'll help."

The white haired man smiled slightly, and his hand dropped back to the bed.

"Wha happ'ned?"

"You popped a lung in the crash. You're lucky though. A fractured wrist, 3 broken ribs, several cracked, few cuts and scrapes but all in all, you survived what should have killed you."

Something warm touched Jack's hand and he weakly grasped at it.

"Jack... What happened?"

The white haired male shifted, groaning as pain lanced through him.

"Stay laid down idiot!"

Jack chuckled, a cough cutting him short.

"Tyre blew... Then... Something happened... Engine blew." The racing driver managed, eyes fluttering closed already.

Hiccup frowned.

"Jack, please. Leave the race. You qualified but you can't race like this. You'll be killed!" Hiccup's desperate tone made Jack open his eyes, and stare at the blurry form of the medic.

"I'm not doing that Henrick."

Hiccup blinked. Since when did Jack use his real name? He opened his mouth to continue, when the door behind him opened, a doctor walking in.

"Mr Haddock, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I need to speak to Mr. Frost."

Hiccup glared but nodded, turning back to the driver.

"This isn't over Jack."

A small smile graced Jack's face, and Hiccup left, a dark expression clouding his features.

He'd checked the engine. There was no reason the crash should have happened.

As Hiccup pulled off his pilot jacket, his shift having ended, the emerald eyed man made a decision.

Time to investigate.

0o0o0o thank you for summing that up o0o0o0

It seemed the sky was mourning what had happened when Hiccup pulled into the track. The yellow cab honked as it pulled away, and the auburn haired male raised a hand in response, rain flattening his hair, and turning his beige jacket an ugly shade of brown. Black sneakers padded softly against the floor as he walked toward the entrance, flashing his pass to the security guard on duty. His feet squeaked as he walked along the polished white floor toward the pits, and his green eyes never wavered from ahead. He pushed the grey metal door open and slipped into the racer's area before heading toward the NSPA pit, pausing when he heard voices.

"What do you mean you took care of it?"

"Exactly what I mean. Seriously, how stupid are you?"

"But the boss didn't want it that elaborate! And who's to say he didn't survive! What then? If you get found out, we're all fucked!"

Hiccup blinked and crept closer, footing slow and careful.

"Relax moron. There's no way anyone can link us."

"So you got the box back?"

"Not yet, if I'm the first person there they'll think it was me and make the connection. No we have to let someone else take the fall for this."

Hiccup's eyes widened and he pulled out his phone, quickly hitting record.

"And who you planning on that being?"

"Well I did notice that Haddock kid in Frost's pit just before the race. He had plenty of time to attach the box and get back on the couch in time for the australian to wake him."

"Oh yeah... It's almost as if he pre-empted it. I see what you mean. So, when are you gonna pick it up?"

"Tonight when everything's clear."

Hiccup scowled and quietly walked back toward the track, quietly pushing the door open and slipping back into the pouring rain.

"Great. Just great. I overhear people talking about the accident, only to find out and capture the final act where I'm the bad guy!" Hiccup grumbled under his breath as he made his way to the NSPA pit, the mangled remains of Baby sitting out front.

A twinge of panic swept through him, as Jack's pale and bloodied face flashed through his mind. He shook his head and pushed his auburn bangs to one side before letting out a shaky breath. Trembling hands gripped the dented and blackened metal of the bonnet and pulled upwards, the metal groaning and twisting before eventually releasing and the acidic stench of burnt plastic assaulted the emerald eyed male's nose.

"Ok so... He said box..." Hiccup muttered as he searched the engine compartment, eyes spotting something odd to one side beside the alternator.

Tanned fingers twisted around wires and pipes, before gripping at the small black object and pulled it out

The object seemed to be a piece of metal, no bigger than his hand, with wires and what looked like plasticine stuck to one side. Green eyes widened as he turned the metal over in his hands, the metal taking on a sparkling effect, almost like sand, and Hiccup's surprise turned to anger and confusion. Etched into one corner were three things.

K.d.8

Looking away from the box in his hands, Hiccup walked into the team's pit and placed the contraption on a table, before sitting down at a computer.

Nimble fingers danced across a keyboard as a password field flashed up.

"Ah damn..." He hit the table with his fist and put his head in his hands.

"Bite-size?"

The auburn haired man jumped and span around, coming face to face with Bunny.

"What're ya doin here? And what the hell is that?"

Hiccup's eyes darted to the black slab, then back to the Australian, at the suspicion and accusation in his voice.

"Listen, Aster, I had nothing to do with this. I swear. Jack does my head in but I would never try to hurt him. I'm just trying to figure out what the hell happened."

Bunny's eyes flicked from the table to Hiccup, searching the shorter male's face for deception.

"Please Aster, I'm a medic. Gods I can't even kill a spider! Ask Astrid, I freaking pick them up and take them outside. I didn't do this."

Bunny was in front of him now, Hiccup still rooted to the spot.

"Then why are ya here?"

"The same as you."

The Australian's eyebrow raised.

"To figure out what happened. You said it yourself, your mechanic isn't here and no-one knows these cars better than someone who works on them, namely me."

Hiccup glanced at the car, and his breath left him as he spotted red amongst the silver and light blue of the wreckage.

"You just have to... Trust me on this."

Silence filled the pit, before Bunny reached over and picked up the metal shard.

"This... This is pretty hardcore stuff. Not quite military grade but definitely not legal."

Hiccup sighed in relief almost before pointing to the small etching on the corner.

"I was going to pull up the rostra and cross reference the letters, see if they match with anyone."

The auburn haired male turned away before freezing.

"Wait what?"

He span to face the other male again, and Bunny tapped the metal shard.

"This is a home made explosive. And from the looks of it, who ever built it knew what they were doing. Though it coulda been a lot worse. The charge didn't fully explode, seems like it malfunctioned."

"Do I even want to know how you know this?"

Bunny shrugged at the question.

"Iraq."

Hiccup Ah'd in acknowledgment and turned to the computer again.

"Here, the password's lateral incisor."

Hiccup raised an eyebrow and the australian grinned.

"Our mechanic has a Dental degree, sheila's tooth mad."

There was a soft beep as the computer logged on, capturing Hiccup's attention as he input the letters and number.

"There's no results."

Hiccup groaned and massaged his temples.

"That's cos yer've misread this. It's not Kd8. It's K.P.B and I know who it is."

Hiccup turned to the taller man and blinked when he saw the anger on his face.

"Aster?"

"Pitch. It was Pitch."

Hiccup frowned, thinking intently.

"Wait, don't you have camera's hooked up?"

It was Bunny's turn to look surprised.

"How d'yeh know that?" Hiccup smirked.

"Oh puh-lease. It's something I would do."

Bunny smiled at that and put the metal shard down, leaning next to Hiccup to access the files.

"What the... There's a whole hour's worth of footage gone."

Hiccup sighed.

"Of course there is. Look, when I walked in I overheard some guys trying to pin this on me. I only caught the last of their conversation but it's bad Aster. I think... I think they might try to go after Jack again. Is his home address in the system?"

The australian nodded and Hiccup ran a hand through his hair.

"All our address are... But... Oh."

Bunny placed a hand on Hiccup's shoulder.

"This is yer second race isn't it?"

The medic nodded and bunny grinned.

"They don't put yer addresses in till yer fifth race."

Hiccup blinked before he realised what the Australian was saying.

"Oh what?! No! He can't! I have... A... A dog! My dog doesn't like visitors!" He tried lamely when he saw the look on bunny's face.

"And Jack has a sister who has no living relatives. If they're after frostbite, they might go after her. Please Henrick."

Hiccup stared at the Australian, before groaning and letting his head fall on the desk.

"Fine. But you owe me!"

"That ah do Bite-size. That ah do."

0o0o0owe're gonna play a game instead0o0o0o

Pulling up to the white washed apartment was perhaps one of the most nerve wracking things Hiccup had ever done. The green capri fell silent as Aster turned the engine off, and turned to him.

"Now Emma's been told that she's not ta open the door fer anyone unless they know the password."

Hiccup raised his eyebrow.

"It's not lateral incisor is it?"

Aster grinned and shook his head.

"Nah frostbite came up with this one. It's beetle juice."

Hiccup blinked at the tanned male before sighing and opening the door.

"I'm not even gonna question it."

The auburn haired pilot stepped out, black sneakers squelching as he stepped into a puddle.

"This is just not my day."

Hiccup let his gaze wander up the tall building, and he looked down at his hand, black lettering standing out against his tanned skin.

"Apartment... Hmm... Ah yes, 1482."

Emerald eyes scanned the number pad next to the door and he pressed the little button next to the number.

"Hello?"

Hiccup blinked at the voice that came through, sounding innocent and young.

"Hello, um, My name's Hen- Hiccup, I'm a friend of your brother's."

"I'm not allowed to open the door.."

Hiccup smiled.

"I know sweetie, Bunny's told me the secret word."

There was a rustling on the other end of the intercom before she replied.

"Ok... Then what's my name?" Hiccup blinked.

"Well if you mean your physical name-"

"No stupid! Come on! I'll give you a clue!"

There was more rustling on the intercom, and when a window a few floors up opened, the emerald eyed man looked up, and his eyebrows shot up as something was dropped out. He managed to catch the object and looked down at it, the intercom crackling again.

"Hi! How're ya doin?" She said, and Hiccup looked at his hand before jumping back.

"Ah! Beetle!"

There was laughter on the intercom and she spoke again, giggling as she did so.

"Yes! Now for part two!"

There was more rustling and Hiccup realised what was happening just as an empty carton of juice fell from the window and he chuckled, deciding to play along.

"Uhh... Beetle... Breakfast... Orange... Liquid... Beetle Juice?"

"Yes! You said it!"

"Your name's beetle juice?"

A smile stretched across his face as he heard her giggles.

"You said it two times, come on. Say it one more time!"

Hiccup grinned. This kid had good taste. Time to finish the game.

"Beetle- wait a minute it was you! You were the snake!" Hiccup could hear her cheer from the upstairs window and he chuckled to himself, enjoying the game.

"What are you talking about a snake? Pfft."

Hiccup smiled as the door beeped and swung open. After a short ride in the elevator, the pilot stepped out onto the third floor and gently knocked on the door.

"Hey... Beetle juice."

He stage whispered through the door, and he heard Emma giggle again as the door clicked and swung open. The auburn haired male looked down, and came face to face with brown hair and brown eyes.

"So you're Hiccup!" She was small, around 4 foot 5, with a wide smile on her face as Hiccup nodded. "So what's up? Where's Jack?"

Hiccup's smile faded as he knelt down to face her.

"Sweetie I need you to trust me."