Title: (Real)ize
Author:
Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker's Muse)
Rated:
R
Warnings: Het, implied yaoi, angst, tiny bits of
sexual content. Erm…a little bit of TWT, as I really don't quite
know where this would fit into the series.
Fandom:
Ōban Star-Racers
Spoilers: Mostly touches upon
various things up until 10 - Resistant Like Rush.
Pairings:
Rick Thunderbolt + Eva "Molly" Wei, past Rick Thunderbolt x Don
Wei.
Summary: The three great loves of Rick
Thunderbolt.
Author's Notes: I realize that Ōban is
something of an obsession of late, but to actually fic it like this…
-:rubs head:- Well. It's definitely not something for many fans of
the series, I don't think. But I'm a huge RxM fan and the thought
of RxD happening during those years after Maya's death intrigues
me.
Disclaimer: All things Ōban Star-Racers
belong to Savin Yeatman-Eiffel and Sav! The World Productions. Grassy
only lays claim to the plot.
In all of his life thus far, Rick Thunderbolt had only ever truly and seriously loved three things.
The first was, and would always be, racing. The speed, the adrenaline, the knowledge that no one else could ever beat him. (And now, unable to ever pilot a star-racer again, Rick was only able to touch upon this love through the abilities of others.)
The second was Don Wei. The grungy-looking old man covered in dusty cloaks and carrying a sombrero had taught him how to really race. In return, Rick let Don forget everything but hot mouths, rough fingertips, and oblivion. (Of course, when something runs that hot for too long, it's bound to explode sooner or later.)
The third was more than just unexpected, it was a shock to his system in more ways than one. A teenage girl, the mysterious Molly. His Little Mouse with the heart of a champion and eyes full of pain he could never fully recognize. (Rick wasn't very good at fooling himself, but sometimes you had to be willingly blind to things.)
After Don, but before Molly, Rick had been content to spend his days alternating between racing and basking in the adulation of his fans. A simple life, one true to his wishes and desires. (Though he'd never admit it out loud, Rick knew that he had been in a rut.)
But Don had shown up to recruit a reluctant pilot for a race that Rick still couldn't quite wrap his mind around. And in that time of weirdness came Molly of the unexpected piloting skills and unwillingness to back down from an argument. (Specifically against her Don, reminding Rick strangely of himself when he was younger.)
Rick had always thought of himself as a racer, as a pilot, not a coach or manager or whatever, but as his Little Mouse used what he'd taught her to win, he thought he just might understand the appeal, after all. Even if he could never be where she was anymore, he could still feel what it was like to race with her. For a last race, it had definitely been something…even if he was unconscious for a good deal of it. (And the feel of her against him, of her worry and their struggle to keep in that moment was just as memorable as the first night he'd rested between Don't thighs, breaths ragged and heat surrounding them. In the nights since then, when he pushed aside his rage and grief and the need to do something, he imagined what Molly would be like in the midst of that kind of race. Her face flushed, sweaty from exertion and body heat, lips parted in a ragged moan; very similar to how she looked after an exhaustive day of training.)
As far as Rick was concerned, he'd already hit rock bottom; there was nowhere left to go but up. (Though a part of him wondered just how long it'd be before he hit bottom again.)
The End