"More news on the rising rookie known as Lightning McQueen, tune in for more right after this short break."

"McQueen is the youngest rookie ever to be on the track."

"He's my hero and idol!" "I love him so much!"

"Kid's probably the best rookie I've ever seen in my career."

"He's arrogant." "He's young and cocky after winning a few races. I bet you his luck will run out eventually and I'll prove that I'm the best."

"Chick Hicks appears to have some resentment towards the newest member on the tracks."

Lightning groaned and shut off the T.V. and sat down in a chair attempting to relax. It's pretty hard for her to relax after seeing countless interviews and news stories all about her, she dryly supposed it was would take a lot of time to get used to.

She glanced at the time on her phone and she sighed to herself, she pressed her body against the chair slightly, a few bangs of hair annoyed went in her vision. Her eyes flickered to the large bay window in her beach house, and into the outside world. It was still so early out, the sun had barely even begun setting and she decided to turn in early. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of her footsteps tapping on the wooden ground, Lightning all but dropped herself onto her large bed that practically consumed her.

The ringing of silence rung in her ears, her house was practically a mansion, she had it all. Fame as the youngest rookie, she was a millionaire and she's still earning money with each winning race, what was she missing?

"Family? Friends? Love?" A voice whispered.

Lightning flinched, she hasn't been loved since she was younger. Lightning felt angry at herself and wiped angrily at the tears falling on her face.

It's a pretty lonely life she had, all alone with no one to know or love her. Curling up in her sheets, Lightning shuddered and cried quietly, her body wracked with sobs and she wept alone in the dark. And no one would know. No one ever did.

Lightning was very petite and many thought she was just a scrawny boy, she had short dirty blonde locks of hair that reached under her neck. She had plump pink lips, a button nose, cute large bice colored eyes and a light amount of freckles on her creamy white skin. She typically wore her red and white racing jacket along with some baggy black jeans. She normally had her chest wrapped in binds whenever she left out in public, she preferred this then being herself out on the tracks.

After all, girls weren't supposed to be this good at manly things, girls weren't supposed to want to be racers, they were supposed to be dutiful housewives. That is was Lightning's mother and father had told her before she ran away at the age of sixteen when her parents had argued with her for hours when she had gotten her hair cut short. Her father had screamed at her, with his face red from rage and he had kicked her out. Lightning's mother was so ashamed of her she didn't even bother looking at her when she slammed the door. Lightning remembered the last haunting words she had said to her parents, coldly Lightning said she wished they were dead.

Then she had wandered for days out in the streets of L.A. until she had decided to audition to be a racer when she came across a flyer. (Is this how it's done? Idk just pretend I guess.) She had become a sensation after proving she was skilled. Since then no one has ever know that she was a woman and not a man, and that's how it will stay.

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"You better not cry when I win, McQueen." Chick Hicks mocked, he laughed with his pit crew outside his trailer and Lightning grit her teeth in frustration and stormed away, fuming a bit. Lightning was going to stay in her cars trailer, it was a long walk away as it was at the end of all the trailers, away from any cameras or fans and busy racers and their pit crews. She almost fell when a hand stopped her from walking and gripped her shoulder gently in reassurance. She turned around to snap at the person holding her shoulder but she stopped when she saw it was just Strip Weathers, he preferred his nickname King though. King was a tall man with dark brown hair, he wore his famous baby blue DinoCo jacket.

"You alright there rookie?" He asked kindly, Lightning nodded quickly and gave a fake smile brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"I'm alright I guess."

"Well, you shouldn' let Hicks get to ya. He's just moody cause he isn't being talked about enough and you are the popular rookie and all." King mused, Lightning nodded again, with a little more force when King mentioned her being the rookie.

"I won't." King smiled and he tried to pat her shoulder gently, but a few pit crew members jogged by and bumped into King. The crew members apologized while jogging and kept on going. No one had paid attention to the rookie and King, they were far too busy to see the King's hand miss and grab at the chest of McQueen, nor did they see the widening King's dark blue eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry rookie, I-" King apologized embarrassed. He looked at the rookie in shock, Lightning turned as red as her jacket and her hands covered her chest and she started shaking, he knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew.

"Pl-please! Don't tell anyone!" Lightning pleaded, her voice shook and sounded more feminine. Her real voice showed. Her bice blue eyes watered. "I'll do anything!"

Lightning was panicking and she was going to draw in attention so Strip quickly wrapped Lightning in a gentle hug, he knew there was a chance she would freak out more. He sighed in relief when she calmed down and he said in her ear.

"I promise I won't tell anyone, calm down and take deep breaths."

She swallowed and took deep shuddering breaths. Her watery eyes looked better and she relaxed in King's hold. King let her go and McQueen looked up at him, she was rather short for a young rookie.

"Does anyone else know?" King asked, Lightning shook her head.

"Strip? Strip where are you?" King's wife called out, King hesitated in whether he'll leave or stay.

"I have to go kid, I promise I won't tell. Take care kid, I'll see you after the race okay?" He gave Lightning a reassuring smile when she gave him an affirmative nod. King left in search of his wife and Lightning was left all alone once again. She exhaled a breath of air, she felt a tense feeling leave her body and she felt filled with relief and she relaxed.

"Racers to their cars!" The announcer said, Lightning groaned and she sprinted to her car much to the amusement of her fans.

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"Breaking news: Lightning McQueen has gone missing."

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