More than a car
For a long time, she thought her mind would melt, with how the years have gone by with her being weakened from her first love.
Sitting within a junkyard on the outskirts of Jasper, Nevada an old beat up Plymouth Fury, it's body twisted slightly due to rust and the way it was abandoned, it's once pristine red paint job nothing but a memory replaced with rusted metal with mere specks trying to keep the memory alive.
The tires were ruined with little hope of repair.
This car was left after several accidents of the previous owners, not that it was the cars fault, it just had severe bad luck.
Stepping into the front of the car with a tired look to his steel grey eyes, one Jonathon "John" Darby stood before the car with a knowing smile.
"You'll do" nodding to himself as he reached down and grabbed a tow cable, he set it around the front of the car before slowly wincing it onto the back of the Tow truck.
Carefully setting the cables around the car to secure it firmly, John petted the car with a smile, seemingly waking up the entity within.
"Keep it together girl, I'll have you fixed up… at some point" moving to the trucks driver seat, the entities mind followed him as he started the truck.
Watching this man who had taken her from her tomb, Christine, the Plymouth Fury. Stared at the man with curiosity, wondering why the man had taken her.
Sooner arriving to a Garage, the man had un-hooked the Plymouth to carefully set it up.
Looking over the damage as the car sat on the four post lift, John winced at the rust flaked off.
"It'll be a hassle, but you'll be fixed up girl" picking up a grinder to clean the rust, John got to work of the car.
As time flew by, Christine had indeed been fixed, but during her repairs, John's family had come by as he worked on her, one time however, John spoke to her or more precisely, himself… about time running out for him.
Giving a cough as he fixed a wheel, Christine's mind focused as the man tried to keep fixing her despite his deteriorating health, his wife, June Darby rushed in as the man kept going.
"John, are you ok" moving to her husband as he fell down, he was breathing heavily.
"John, JOHN!?" reaching into her jacket, June dialed the hospital.
"Frank it's June, I need an Ambulance at our Garage, John just collapsed"
Watching as the man held onto life despite his health, John Darby looked up and stared… at her.
Startled as the man gave a chuckle as they're eyes met, June got his attention as he tried to breath clearly.
Leaving Christine stunned at her mind being seen, an ambulance soon arrived to take her savior away to get looked over.
Cancer… the man had cancer, the man who had brought her back from the brink of eternal sleep, and he's rewarded with cancer, and among that, he could now see her.
Despite the short time he now has, John Darby continued to fix her.
'Why are you fixing me?' watching the man pause in front of her engine, the two made eye contact with John smiling sadly.
"I Knew my time would end shortly, call it a gut feeling if you will, and to answer you're question, I wanted to leave my son one final gift before I kicked the bucket" rubbing the hair growing on his chin as it began to grow into a beard, John smiled at Christine who had sat on her front bumper.
Staring at the entity before him as he went back to fixing the new engine. John had taken notice that with each new part, the entities being became more focused, more new… like she was being reborn.
Stepping away to close the hood, John took a deep breath before walking to the driver seat.
"Listen, Christine, when I go, could you do me one favour?" taking a seat as the entity sat in the passenger seat, John continued at her nod.
"Could you look after my son for me?" noticing her surprised look even if her current manifestation had no features, Christine spoke with a small whisper.
'I'll try' smiling at her as he grabbed the keys, John spoke.
"That's all I ask" with that he turned the key, with nothing but a wheezing engine answering the call for ignition, trying once more to start, John sighed, failing to notice a wave wash over the garage with Christine perking up at noticing her mind… sink into the metal.
"Gonna need more work" getting a sigh from Christine as she followed John from the seat, that she felt a disturbance.
Looking up to the sky as it had begun growing dark, the stars were easily shown shooting past the planet.
Looking up as well, John ignored the cooling air as he got back to work.
The Funeral was silent as many would know, June Darby stood in a widows attire alongside her son, Jack Darby, a near spitting image of his father as the casket was lowered down, the Will reading wasn't much easier as the fifteen year old who had sat beside his mother.
With Jack surprised he was left a Car in his dads will, the two were sooner at the Garage with June trying to hold it together, staring at an image of June holding a five year old beside John.
Another was a toddler Jack sitting in the Passenger seat of Christine with John laughing as he held a broken gear stick.
All the while Jack was moving to the Red painted Plymouth Fury, running his left hand on the hood, Jack felt his fingers tingle, failing to notice the faint electric blue current connecting to his skin.
Jack sat down in the driver seat with June standing beside him, her eyes red from the tears, she smiled at the car before her.
"I was reluctant, when he brought this car from the Junkyard" looking up to his mother in surprise, June spoke with a sad smile as she placed her right hand on the hood, caressing it like a loving mother.
"I helped him from time to time, this was one of the things that kept us together during you growing up, one of the things that we could connect each other with" shaking her head at the memories of laughing, crying, arguing, but it all faded away as June turned to Jack as he ran a hand over the wheel, he reached for the key before June Spoke.
"We never got her to start in the end" looking up to his mom, Jack looked to the keys before speaking.
"Her?"
"Christine, the car, You're dad always spoke the name with as much love as he spoke my name, which kept making me jealous before realizing I'm getting jealous of a car you're dad was leaving for you" laughing at her thoughts, Jack snorted in return.
"What was the Problem?" seeing Juen Shrug, she spoke.
"Don't know, everything was in top shape, nothing was loose or damaged, fuel was connected and such, it just never started, like it didn't have a spark" looking down to the keys again with a frown, Jack popped his fingers before grabbing the keys.
"All it needs is a touch of love as dad says" smiling at his mothers doubtful look, she jumped as the engine roared to life before sputtering off, leaving June stunned as Jack smirked at her.
"Not even John could get it started" giving a laugh as Jack got out of the Drivers seat to hand June the keys, she pushed them back to his chest with a smile.
"He left her to you, you drive, Hotshot" getting a smile from jack, the two embraced, before a third entity joined the hug, unbeknownst to the two humans.