Disclaimer- I do not own Cars; Pixar does, simple as that! I do, however, own these characters listed.
TO MY REVIEWERS:
Fillmore's Girl: I apologize, I've been absolutely busy, so here it is :D next chappie!
Authoresses Header Note:
Things are going a little crazy huh? And a very good point nychick, yes, they would become dogs.
Anyway, I'm going to ad lib this next chapter, since I'm not exactly sure how it's going out. So lets get to it!
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Chapter 5: Not Your Business
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It was useless, Emma just did not know how to return Molly to their world, sure the screen was still as she had left it, but she wasn't sure this was a good time to cross over in case she could not return. She didn't even understand how she had gotten there in the first place. Doc continued to stare at the stethoscope around his neck curiously. He looked up and his smile faded when he saw Emma's distraught expression.
"Emma? What's the matter?"
Emma jumped, she had forgotten that he had been there for a moment.
"Umm, Doc, My dog is still in Radiator Springs."
Doc's eyes widened noticeably, "...that's not good."
Emma shook her head, and sighed disdainfully. She looked at the TV screen, throwing a pencil at it, she watched as it slipped smoothly through the screen, of course, it did not return. She sighed and looked down, "What am I going to do."
Doc went to her side and smiled, "We'll work it out, I swear."
"I hope your right."
Doc nodded, he looked at the screen, hoping by some miracle the dog would return...and then an idea came to him...it was risky, but it was all they had.
"So...um, Molly." Sheriff started timidly, "How do you suppose we get to where they are?"
Molly began pacing, "Well, obviously, I cannot take you, for you'd become dogs and that is just not proper for this sort of thing."
"Well how--"
Molly suddenly let out a strangled bark, "OH HEAVEN HELP ME!" She sprinted behind the desk and disappeared beneath it.
Bewildered, the group stared at the spot where she once stood.
"Afternoon."
The unfamiliar voice came quite suddenly, and it was obviously close behind the residents. They turned around to find that they were facing a young, good-looking, Honda Accord. His metallic silver-black paint gleamed in the sun and the harsh red and black pin striping along his side was all they needed to realize something about this car. He wasn't one to be reckoned with, everyone knew who this car was . . . who this murderer was. But why did Molly run, she seemed scared to death, like she knew something they didn't.
This car's name was Razor, he had a bad reputation in the past for his terrible murders, Radiator springs had, unfortunately, dealt with his ill-favored attitude in the past. But they hadn't really had to deal with that for several years, so it was quite a shock to see him here.
"What are you doing here?!" Sheriff moved forward defiantly, he didn't like trouble makers around at all.
Razor chuckled, "Quite the welcoming committee, I just overheard you talking as I was passing by, and I am wondering; who is the inhumanly smart voice belonging to in this bunch?"
Everyone was silent, not sure what to say at this point.
"Well–"
Suddenly, that strange feeling again . . . that same feeling that everyone had felt when Emma and Molly were dropped here. They heard a loud thump as someone landed and a long and pained moan. The town turned to see someone sitting in the clinic, a very unfamiliar person, it was definitely not Emma.
It was undoubtedly another human, but this one was taller with a black mess of hair. They straightened their glasses and turned their eyes to the confused townspeople. The (all to strangely familiar) blue eyes widened noticeably.
"Emma was right, you do look bigger."
The cars looked at each other, Sarge looked at the person in the room, "Is that you Doc?"
"Yep, in the flesh."
Razor's face suddenly went an odd pale shade and contracted into a . . . well, it was really unexplainable, but it wasn't good.
"You miserable little FUR BALL!"
A high-pitched shriek emitted from behind the desk as Molly sprinted out the door.
Emma stared at the screen that Doc had just disappeared through, she couldn't believe she agreed to let him go, but of course, she didn't have much choice, he was older and had the authority over her so she would have to oblige to his requests.
Meanwhile, Emma scurried around and began to clean up her room, for now, her parents couldn't see the mess in there and she didn't want them to wonder what she was doing with all the items . . . not to mention Docs old clothes spread out carelessly on the ground. She shivered at the thought of what her dad might do in seeing a pair of male clothing laying on the floor of her room, no, she didn't want to find out, she picked them up and folded them, hiding them on an upper shelf in her closet. She folded up the wheelchair, stuffed it under her bed along with the other important things lying around.
While in this process, the sudden gut-wrenching sound of the garage door caused Emma to panic. Her parents couldn't be home yet! She wasn't ready! She attacked her room with all of her vigor, after about 10 minutes she had the entire thing cleaned and was collapsed on the ground. As she lay there, she heard a loud knock on her door.
"Who is it?"
"Maddy, I'm home, I need to get to dance now!"
Emma groaned, why did she have to hurry when it was only her sister, "You should have thought of that before you came home late."
"I was talking to Connor! Now come on!"
Groaning once again before she sat up, Emma made her way to the door and walked out, headed downstairs, grabbed her keys and went for her car.
She smiled as the silver Honda Accord (special addition) came into view, "Hey Razor!" (A.N. yes...I talk to my car, because he's freaking sexy!)
Emma climbed in, started the car and waited for her younger sister to follow. Shortly after, dressed in her dance clothes, Maddy climbed into the car and buckled up. Emma pulled out and headed to the dance studio.
"So Emma, what did you do today?"
"...Fine."
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Liar"
"I said nothing!"
"Emma, when you say fine to my–"
"What?"
"Pay attention!"
"Sorry..."
"So! What happened today?"
"Nothing . . . maybe I'll tell you later."
"You're a jerk!"
"Shut up and get out, were here and you're late!"
Madelynne stuck her tongue out, yet climbed out of the car non the less. Emma pulled out of the alleyway and returned to main street.
While she drove home, she thought on the day, she wasn't sure what she was going to do about the whole Doc ordeal, not to mention she didn't know when, how or if he would make it back. She just hoped he'd be back rather soon.
She pulled in only to see that her parents had made it home, rushing into the house she saw that her parents were carrying their luggage bags down the stairs.
"What's going on?"
Razor chased Molly for a good twenty minutes before he cornered her back in Doc's office.
"What in the blazes possessed you to come here you little bag of guts! Why do you insist on showing your face to me?"
Molly shivered, "If it had been my choice, I would have gladly done whatever I could so I didn't have to see it."
Razor glowered at the little dog, "You little-"
He was cut off by the sudden jolt as he was lifted into the air.
"What the?"
Doc stepped away from the peddle to the lift and looked up at Razor, "There won't be any of this in my clinic son, now you just sit there patiently while we sort things out down here."
"Miserable old man!"
Molly shook herself and walked over to Doc, "Well, it's good to see that I was right."
"Molly, do you have any idea how we can get you and I back?"
"Actually, you are not connected to our world, we are going to have to do some serious thinking to get you, and myself, back to the world where Emma is."
Razor strained to see Molly behind him, "Will somebody get me off this thing!"
yay, I finished. Sorry it's short, I'm working out idea's