Technically this takes place between part one and two. So I know this was long awaited for some of you, I hope it was worth the wait.

"Are you guys sure don't want anything?" Lightning asked still sceptical on whether or not they were being honest with him. They were Doc's family, not him, and yet he was the one everything was left to.

"Yes Lightning, I helped him with his will. I had plenty of time to grab anything that Lyn and I wanted. Not to mention the days we spent with him going through stuff." Stephen assured him.

"And we did get everything we wanted. Even Bernie, though he never was as close to Aunt Emily and Uncle Jesse as we were. We would refer to them as mom and dad, while our actual parents ended up being the more formal mother and father." Lynda added to her brother's assurances.

"Does Bernard know you're still calling him that?" Raising an eyebrow at her.

"Really Stephen, that's what you took out of it." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Of course he knows, because I still call him Bernie to his face. He doesn't care for it and depending on how annoyed with me he is, he will scold me using my name." She went into an impression of her other sibling with her hands on her hips.

" 'Lynda Ellenore Piston, stop calling me that.' " She looked back at him again.

"He refuses to call me Weathers when I call him Bernie, but I still get away with it because I'm the youngest." She gave a slight wink.

"Stephen is the oldest and a good big brother in listening to his wishes." Lynda patted her brother's lap, fully aware that he would have had no reference otherwise.

"The point being, Bernard doesn't want anything and none of us need anything that is Piston Cup related." Stephen said bringing the topic back to point while rolling his eyes.

"We have enough of that from our father and grandfather, plus I have everything that Strip has collected over the years."

"You'll enjoy all of that much more than we would anyways. Then we also know it's going to be left in good hands. You're practically family anyway." Stephen said.

"Really?" He asked.

"I don't think you realize just how good you were for him. When dad lost mom, Sally had to drag him to Flo's after I left. You gave him a good challenge and verbal sparring partner, someone he could match wits against. Which, while he would never admit to missing, or needing that kind of challenge; matching wits with mom was something they would do all the time." Lynda said.

"Dad treated you like family, he really cared for you. You got him doing things that mom wished she could have seen or gotten him to do."

"She would have loved seeing him back involved with Piston Cup. She knew how much he loved racing and how hurt he was by it. He'd hardly talk about it when we were kids."

"Never?"

"Not never, hardy, and we pretty much always who he was-"

"Stephen, we always knew he raced, not that he was The Fabulous Hudson Hornet."

"Yes Lyn, I do remember when Bernard found out from Strip's school report and finding you researching both father and Uncle Jesse."

"Wait, so The King Strip Weathers went to school with you guys?"

"He went to school with Bernard."

"I didn't know or meet Strip until he was racing. Getting dad to actually talk about his racing was like pulling teeth. He'd tell stories about those he raced with, but anything about himself was sparse. We had to call dad, Uncle Aaron in public-"

"Extremely hard when you're little, but we tried our best. Lyn always liked hearing stories about Louise Nash when he did tell stories."

"I liked hearing about how a woman was winning races." She shrugged.

"And beat father."

"That was always the best part."

"You guys really don't care much for your father, do you?"

"It's hard to when he pretty much abandoned us during his and our mom's divorce, and never took much interest in our lives. Our mother isn't much better, a little, but not a lot."

"Bernie is closer to our parents, he spent more time with them growing up than we did. Don't know how that worked out."

"Probably because he'd cling to mother and father, not wanting to visit Uncle Jesse and Aunt Emily. ... There was one time Lyn was so mad at father that she wouldn't even speak to Uncle Jesse when she was dropped off. It had been something building for awhile, though I was in law school at the time, I had gained some of her ire trying to be a nice older brother."

"He offered to teach me to drive when father wouldn't and I didn't like that. Uncle Jesse ended up teaching me to drive."

He blinked, as his mouth fell open in a little oh. "Doc taught you to drive?"

"He did, he taught Aunt Emily too."

"So, you learned to drive from the Fabulous Hudson Hornet?"

"Yes. This is the best part about you finding dad and getting him back into Piston Cup is that we can finally, speak openly about him."

"It's better than having anything of his. We can talk about him without hiding behind any guise."