In all honesty, this one was already pretty much written for the most part in September and has played a big part in creating head cannon for this story. Before we knew Stephen's name and before I had ever mentioned Lynda being Doc's niece, but the idea was there. So this one, sort of kick-started it all.

When I originally typed this one out, I was watching Cars just at the time they were playing Our Town, it made me tear up. So, if you want some extra feels Our Town or even Find Yourself will do the job. Or completely avoid them so you don't have to deal with the extra feels. Otherwise, because I'm missing Lightning, have a Sally and Lightning moment. And it is called part 1 for a reason there will be another one shot connected to this one coming.

They were sitting in their regular booth at Flo's having lunch. Unfortunately, it was a little more serious than normal. Sally had just finished dealing with a bunch of legal stuff that had needed to be done the day before. Which is why she had a large brown envelope sitting on the table beside her.

They had finished eating already and now he was waiting to hear what she had to say. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. She started softly, only really speaking loud enough for him to hear across the booth.

"Lightning, he left you everything." He couldn't really believe what he was hearing; he had to clarify.

"Everything? Including the-" he choked, he couldn't say it, but Sally confirmed it.

"Including the Hornet. You were important to him." She paused a moment before carrying on. "I've got all of his keys here for you." She had picked up the envelope, shaking it a little before placing it back down where she had it.

"Did you know he was leaving me everything?" He had to know if Sally had been keeping that from him.

She just shook her head slightly before answering. "No, but I did expect it. Doc didn't have me work on his will; he had his nephew Stephen, who's a lawyer also, work on it." That seemed almost cruel for Doc to have his nephew work on such a thing, when someone not even related to them was getting everything.

He was sure his shock, doubt and disbelief came through what he asked next. "And he was alright with me getting everything?"

Sally picked up on his concerns he wasn't right out sharing. With a bit of a shrug, she explained a little. "I had talked to him about it and from what I understood, was that he and Lynda had been encouraging him to give you everything. Saying something about how his brother wouldn't care and that you would appreciate it as much, if not more than they would."

"But they were actually his family!" He couldn't help to exclaim, they should at least get something. They knew him longer.

"Lightning, they understand that you might be concerned about that. So, they said that anytime you might want to talk with them, the three of you can arrange a time to do so." His mind was racing, it didn't feel real, but that talk would certainly make him feel better knowing that he could at least ask them himself.

"Alright." He paused for a moment. "Can I have the keys then?" Maybe if he took a drive in the Hornet, he could clear his head.

"Oh, here." She had shook her head as she pushed him the envelope, obviously just as out of it as him. When he had the envelope in hand he nervously fiddled with it as he told Sally his plan, sort of.

"I-I think I'm going to take a drive."

"In the Hornet?" She asked clarifying for herself.

He echoed her in confirmation. "In the Hornet."

"Stickers? Will you be alright?" The unsaid do you want me there, was implied.

"Yeah, I just... yeah I'll be fine Sal." He hadn't known what he was going to say there, but she had understood, he gave her hand a squeeze before he got up. "Thanks Sally." She just nodded back at him.

He left Flo's and slowly walked over to Doc's. As much as he wanted to take the hornet for a drive, he was hesitant.

Which was why he had left his car at Flo's and walked the short distance over. It was also why he was just standing and staring at Doc's garage doors, unchanged yet, since he had passed. Staring at the No Entry, No Trespassing, and Do Not Enter signs, it left him with the feeling of it being more ominous and like there would be more dire consequences for entering now, than before. Even though; technically, it was his now. The apartment, the clinic, the garage with it's numerous signs on the doors... and the Hudson Hornet.

He was still standing outside though, he hadn't even moved to open the doors yet. What he should do was just open them and get it done with. So that he could go inside already, except now that he was the owner by name, even just thinking about entering, felt more like trespassing than any of the times he had trespassed. He finally went and opened the garage doors. Since he had been thinking about trespassing, he decided he might as well finish the feeling by going into the once forbidden place.

He turned on the lights first, not quite ready to face the Hornet yet. How many hours had he and Doc spent in here? Looking over the Piston Cup history he had hidden away in here.

Now, he turned to inspect the Hornet. Silently he walked around it, checking the air in the tires and noting how a thin layer of dust was starting to coat the Hudson. He ran this thumb over on of the emblems and sighed.

"I'd much rather this all still be yours Doc." He said to the empty space around him. He really would prefer for Doc to still be there, telling him just exactly what he could or couldn't do with the Hornet.

He couldn't find it in him to get into the Hornet quite yet, and found himself leaning against the one work bench, staring at the Hornet. He would take it for a drive yet today, he just... needed to work up the; for a lack of a better word, the courage to.

It felt wrong not to be asking Doc for the keys, the chance to drive, or to just go for a drive with him. He wondered what kind of stories the Hornet would tell if it could talk. Would it tell of the first time it went home with Doc, or the first race they won? What would it's take have been on the crash or finding Radiator Springs?

He sighed again, moving from where he was, finally getting into the Hornet; finding Doc's aviators left on the dash from the last time he would have worn them. It brought tears welling to his eyes, but he blinked them back for the time being. He couldn't drive if he was going to cry, it would have to be one or the other. He was going to drive, that's what he had come to do.

He started the Hornet and decided to drive over to the Butte. He didn't drive fast and if anything, he probably drove under the speed limit; which for him, was a very rare thing to do. He was feeling a bit overwhelmed right now, so going slow felt more reasonable. He parked on the edge of the ridge overlooking the Butte. He turned off the engine and just sat there completely lost in thought.

It was a couple of hours later when Sally found him leaning back against the front of the Hudson, arms crossed, staring out at the Butte, wearing Doc's aviators. Sally slid in beside him, gently nudging him with her hip. "I thought you were going for a drive?" She asked.

"I did. I drove to the Butte." He replied gesturing to the view in front of them. Both of them remained quit for a moment before he spoke again. "I miss him Sally. He's barely been gone, but... I miss him already." He had looked towards her when he had spoke, but now he was back to looking at the Butte.

"Oh Stickers." She sighed. "He was practically your dad, of course you miss him. I miss him too. You will probably always miss him. There will be days that you don't really think about him and are happy. Then there will be days when you realize that he's gone and never coming back, but it will be okay. We're all grieving right, now, and I haven't seen everyone this subdued since Emily passed, but it will become manageable. Right now everything is fresh and you learned that Doc gave you everything he owned, but you're not going through this alone. We're all in this together as a town. We all support each other when we need it. Right?" She was staring at him when he turned to respond back to her.

"Right. Thanks Sally." She gave him a bit of a smile as they lapsed into silence for a few minutes while looking at the Butte. One of them grabbed the other's hand and gave it a squeeze, he wasn't sure if it had been him or Sally though. Sally ended up being the first to break the silence. While rubbing his hand with her thumb she spoke.

"You'll have to go through everything of his." He didn't change position, though he could feel her looking at him.

"I know."

"You don't have to do it alone." She prompted.

"I know." Looking towards her again he continued. "You'll help me with the apartment, right?"

"Of course." She gave his hand a squeeze. "I can help with the garage too, if you want."

He didn't like that idea, he licked his lips. "I-I think I'm going to do that alone."

"Okay, that's fine."

He felt the need to explain why. "I just... it feels like it''s something I have to do myself. It was Doc's place of retreat, sort of a sanctuary for him, and I was the only one who would really interrupt and disturb him there, where I wouldn't leave him alone. Is it weird that I feel like his garage is more intimate spot for him than his actual apartment where he lived?"

"No, it's not weird. It makes sense, in particular for you. He hid a big part of his past there, the things he avoided talking about. It's also where you learned about who he was and in turn the two of you ended up spending a lot of time there. It became a special place for both of you." He gave her half a smile, before once again looking out at the Butte and back.

"I'd like to have that conversation with Stephen and Lynda."

"Alright, we can set that up."

"Thanks Sally."

"Anytime Stickers, anytime."

Was that enough sad feels for everyone? I know it is for me, but there is a part 2 and it will be equally as bad.