Great story (as always) 
I feel bad for Sally and you don’t have to feel ashamed using things rated 13+ ha ha ha it’s ok for me 
You most likely did mention it and I just blew past it, LOL. But thanks for reminding me. 
Great chapter! I always love Doc and Sally moments for the reason that Snipe mentioned. The part about Doc having to crack Sheriff’s back in place made me chuckle. 
Well, here we had it again…but without him it was nothing short of Hell.
^^^ The ending of this chapter was really great, I loved it. <3 Excited to read more!
Jonah: Yup, it was alcohol. And thanks for compliment on my portrayal of Doc, and that specific line. It is one of my favourites from the chapter too. Oh, and thanks for liking my new sig and avatar. 
My favourite scene from Rudolph. 
Destiny: Hey! Good to see you again! Thanks for reading!
SallyMcQueen: Thanks! I thought this was one of my better endings, and I’m hoping to have the next chapter up tomorrow! 
Was that scene from the original Rudolph or the sequel?
awwww thank you! I love your stories but you have to write a little more in each chapter c’mon I know you can do it!
Is that when Clarice sings to him? <3
Ballboi: Original, the only one I like.
Destiny: I know, I know! This chapter is a longer one at least!
SallyMcQueen: Yessss! <3 Her voice is unbelievable!
Next chapter!
Chapter Five
“Tangible Memories”
(Sally’s POV)
When I arrive back at the lobby I can’t sleep. I remove every trace of Lightning’s existence and put it in a box under my bed. Each photograph is tucked away, along with the blueprints for the racing headquarters. I’m about to leave the bedroom when I spot an article of clothing on the floor.
I shuffle over to it and scoop it up for a better look. It’s a black and red t-shirt with Lightning’s name and number on it. I can still smell his cologne saturated in the material. I can feel my heart constricting and clutch it to my chest. I crawl onto the bed and lie my head on the pillow, keeping the shirt close enough to let the scent drift up to my nose. If I close my eyes and breathe deeply it almost feels like he’s right there.
Suddenly I’m gone, and I don’t wake until hours later in the hot afternoon. I run my hands through my tangled hair and rise from the bed. I was my tear-stained face and I can’t believe how much better I feel.
I make my way to the door and enter the lobby. I find Doc lounging in one of the plastic orange chairs. At the sight of me, he jumps to his feet and grabs my hand.
“Sally, please, sit down,” he orders.
I give him a puzzled look but sink into my ergonomic swivel chair.
He’s still holding my hand and his eyes never leave my face as he says abruptly, “Sally, I’ve got the results of the tests.”
“Oh! Well, if it helps, I’m feeling a lot better. I think it was a killer hangover,” I explain with some humiliation.
The unnameable look in his eyes doesn’t fade. “I agree with that, but there’s something else. You’re hormone balance is a bit out of whack,” he begins to tell me.
My eyes widen while my mind makes the connection. Does he mean to say that-?
“Sally, I believe you’re pregnant.”
His words defy time and I’m left speechless. It must be wrong! Simply impossible! Accidents don’t just happen behind your back! Or is that what they call a surprise? My free hand slips to my stomach while I try to gain control of my thoughts.
“If you’ve been faithful, then it’s Lightning’s child you’re carrying…” he says gently.
I nod my head fiercely, still unable to speak.
Something tugs at the corner of Doc’s mouth; the start of a weak smile. He adjusts his glasses and stands up while he instructs firmly, “Come by the clinic later on. And certainly, certainly, no more drinking.”
I started seeing Doc for regular appointments, and soon the whole town knew about our expected visitor. It still hurt to think of Lightning, but knowing I still had a part of him brought great comfort at such a terrible time. Five months into pregnancy, Doc told me I’d be giving birth to a girl. I started visiting Lightning’s grave daily, with not a day in exception.
I sit on the ground before his grave with one hand on my ballooning stomach, and the other tracing shapes in the dirt. I stop running my fingers through the soil and fix the folds of my shirt, or rather, Lightning’s shirt. Ever since finding I was pregnant, I haven’t gone more than 12 hours without wearing it. It’s starting to stretch quite noticeably and I decide now is a good idea to announce what I’ve been meaning to say. Soon it will be too much hassle to travel out here in my state.
“I picked out a name last night,” I say into empty air, “Her name is going to be Levina. Its Latin…it means, ‘flash of lightning’. Isn’t that…beautiful? I picked it for you, Stickers. And someday when she’s old enough I’ll tell her…” It trail off to swallow the lump in my throat. “When I find the courage, I’ll tell her what a good daddy she has.”
Did nobody see this coming?!?! I thought for sure somebody would figure it out! <img src="//pixarplanet-forums.s3.dualstack.us-west-1.amazonaws.com/original/2X/4/4d009dd141f26b0a611a818d8d3d4fc9f50168cf.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="8D" title="Chuckle"/> Oh, and just so you know, 'Levina' does in fact mean 'flash of lightning'. I did my research. :sunglasses: Well, thanks for reading and I loooove your comments. <img src="//pixarplanet-forums.s3.dualstack.us-west-1.amazonaws.com/original/2X/c/cc83e9b583138e48ff45f96609046b06d06c7f9d.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":mrgreen:" title="Mr. Green"/>Great chapter! I always love reading the beginning from Sally’s view. Of course, it’s always great to see Doc confronting her.
great!!! you made it more longer good!! I really love how you write Sally’s pov
keep it up it’s gettin’ better
Thanks much! Glad you enjoyed it!
Here comes back the tears. Seriously, I’m a mess over here. 
For the record, I saw it coming since the ‘birth control’ part! I just didn’t say anything for a) I could be wrong and b) I’m usually wrong. But I was right! Winnnnnnnerrrr. 
If I close my eyes and breathe deeply it almost feels like he’s right there.
I love that. <3 I tried to come up with a reason why I do but no, just because.
Ergonomic! That one sent me to Google. I never knew the word for that but now I know.
Accidents don’t just happen behind your back! Or is that what they call a surprise?
Another thing I just love. <3
The simple imagery of Sally at Lightning’s grave talking to him while being pregnant with his child is just tear-jerking in a good way. It’s just one of those things.
Levina is a very beautiful name.
I’m so excited to read more! It’s already my ultimate favorite by you so I can only imagine what’s in store.
By the way, I see what you meant by the shirt now. makes a note on list of ideas
No problem. I always enjoy reading your stories.
Whoa! My, I did not see that coming! 
Well, okay, I figured it out when Doc said “but there’s something else”, without looking down to see you actually state it, so I can at least take credit for that. But I had no idea before this chapter! I’m so glad you did that though, it’s something to give Sally a little joy in life after losing Lightning. And the story would have just become very depressing otherwise. As for individual parts, I absolutely loved that last paragraph. Especially when Sally said "And someday when she’s old enough I’ll tell her…” I trail off to swallow the lump in my throat.“When I find the courage, I’ll tell her what a good daddy she has.”. That part could have almost made me tear up, so emotionally moving.<3 And Levina… great name. Sounds a bit like Vivian. 
But yeah, great chapter! I think this one is my favorite so far. I’m looking forward to the next update! Keep up the amazing work, Rebecca!
Aw, don’t cry SallyMcQueen! And I knew you probably saw it coming, you always know. I foreshadow too much sometimes. Maybe next time I’ll foreshadow something that won’t happen! You don’t have to come up with a reason for liking those lines, you know I’ve done the same thing before. Sometimes you just love it for no explainable reason. I’m surprised you didn’t know ‘ergonomic’ though! You are like a walking dictionary ususally. It is just a super unique word, I had to use it. I too enjoyed writing the grave scene, it was one I had in my head for a long time. And I’m glad you like the name too, I searched forever, then once I found it I said it aloud and was like, “This is the one.”
Jonah: Thanks! I’m happy you liked my purpose behind giving her the pregnancy. And I’ve got you teary too? I feel bad, yet at the same time pleased. Hahaha, it does sound like “Vivian” but this story was actually written before “Fmaily Tidings” so I guess I had this name in mind when I was picking one for that story.
I’ll try for a new update tomorrow everybody! 
Darn it! Sometimes when I see you post in this thread, I expect a new chapter to be up.
I can’t help it, I’m a crier! I swear, sometimes, I’ll start getting teary before I even start reading the chapter. A) because Lightning’s dead and B) because I know I’m going to cry anyway.
Oh, oh, OH! You sneaky, you should. I want to see if I can catch it.
Aww, that’s a nice thing to say. Gracias.
I can’t wait to read the next chapter! I have my tissues ready! <3
Ballboi: I bet you do, sorry!
SM: Aw! You have good reasons for crying.
This time it IS a new chapter! And this one is a total flip in direction, also one of the longest ones from the story I think. Do enjoy!
Chapter Six
“301 PCE”
(Levina’s POV)
15 years later…
I’m a free child, but a lonely one at that. I spend my days roaming Radiator Springs, and today is no exception. I wander quietly down the middle of the street, not even worrying about potential traffic. The chances of being hit by a fast moving vehicle here are about as likely as seeing a shooting star- on a sunny day. That’s what I hate most about this place. It’s so secluded and deserted that I sometimes wonder if we are even a part of the world.
Today is a Sunday, so I don’t have any homeschooling to attend, leaving the whole day to me. Flo teaches me twice a week, and Mom the remainder. I think the only reason Aunt Flo teaches is to give Mom a break from me. I know she goes out on those days, I just don’t know where to. I like to imagine she goes into the city to visit my dad.
From an early age she instilled upon me that my father loves me, but there are strong circumstances that won’t allow him to see me. I ponder the idea that maybe he’s in prison. That’s my best theory so far, but I can’t fathom my mother getting involved with a jailbird. Even if he is though, I’d still like to see him…
I stride into the Cozy Cone lobby and find my mother bent over a piece of lined paper at her desk. She doesn’t hear me until I plop down onto one of the chairs with a loud sigh. Her head bolts up and she quickly folds the paper up. I watch her slide it discreetly to her lap while she asks me, “Vina! What are you doing here so early?”
I shrug, “Bored out of my mind. Hey, Mom…is dad a jailbird? If he’s in trouble with the law then it’s OK, I won’t be afraid-.”
“Levina! Don’t speak that way of your own father!” she says in utter shock.
“But, Mom! How can I speak of him at all if I don’t even know him?” I cry out with anger. I want to add a spiteful comment about her seeing him behind my back, but I don’t.
She gets that distant look in her eyes, and for a second she looks like a different person. Then her gaze flickers in a heartbeat and she’s herself again. “I’m sorry, hun, but you’re just going to have to wait until you’re older to understand. Now here,” she extends a handful of coins, “Go run along and buy a popsicle or something at Flo’s.”
I huff at her distraction but do as told. Sitting on the steps of the abandoned curio shop I enjoy my cherry flavoured treat in the hot afternoon sun. I lick the last bit of sugary liquid and toss the sticks to the ground. I don’t see anybody around so I decide to take another tour of Lizzie’s old shop.
Lizzie died a year after I was born, and no one ever bothered to clean her place out. Her grave is out at Willy’s Butte, beside the only other headstone that is so weather-beaten I can’t even depict the name on it. I asked Ramone about it once too. He shrugged me off and told me to ask my mother. So, I did. What a nightmare that was. She threw a fit exclaiming she didn’t know and that I ask too many questions. Then she threw more money at me for a soda and that’s when I learned not to ask for any more answers.
Most of the people here treat me like that though. They exchange pitiful looks around me and treat me as fragile as glass. Don’t they know who my mother is? She doesn’t act it, but I know she had a fiercer attitude at one point. I don’t know when she lost it, but she must have had it, I’ve got it in my blood. But no, everyone sees me as a weak child, except Mater and Doc.
Mater takes long drives around the county in his tow truck, and sometimes he lets me tag along. Other times he brings me out to the cow pasture. He taught me how to cow tip, and on special occasions he lets me taunt the Frank the bull until he chases us clear out of the field. Despite his age, Mater is the only real friend I’ve got.
And then there is Doc. He’s like the grandfather I never had. He tells me countless stories about his racing days that keep me fascinated and listening. And when he doesn’t feel like talking, he takes me out to help him restore an old race car. He found it years ago and there isn’t much left but the frame, so the task keeps us busy.
But neither of them seem to have time for me today, so it looks like a little exploring will have to keep me entertained.
I walk around the muggy shop, examining odd trinkets as I go. Snow globes covered with films of dust, Route 66 memorabilia and an entire wall of bumper stickers fill the cluttered shop. I step closer to a cork board collaged with town photos, and inspect them with narrowed eyes. A photo in the right corner catches my eye and I pluck the pin from it. Bringing it closer, I notice it is one of the few coloured photos, indicating it is more recent.
In the image I see a dark-haired male leaning on the roof of a Porsche Carrera. I stare at his brilliant blue eyes and pristine smile, but something else draws my attention. The license plate of the car reads, “301 PCE”. I rack my brain to recall where I’ve seen the familiar numbers and letters. Then it comes to me; the mounted license plate in my mother’s bedroom.
And that is why I put the point of view thing in there! This one was kind of a lot of background information and not much action but I hope you liked it nevertheless. :sunglasses: Let me know what YOU thought! :slight_smile:Pretty good! I like the new POV thing your doing with your fan-fics.
WOW! I love it I’m dying to hear about that photography Keep it up
Okay, no tears but it was still great!
I like Levina (by the way, ‘Vina’ is such a cute nickname ^_^) as a character. I like how she’s sort of having this inner turmoil. And of course, I can definitely see her being lonely. She is the only kid- that’s got to suck. 
Hmmmmmmmm. My reader senses are tingling. What was Sally writing and trying to hide so badly?
The relationship between Sally and Vina, you can tell it’s stressed; you know, Sally’s trying to hide everything about Lightning, Vina wants to know. Plus, how Vina feels like she can’t even ask her mother anything. It’s just interesting to me.
Awwwww, Lizzie died too?
Interesting how the other residents treat Levina, “fragile as glass”. Which makes sense seeing as because of Lightning and you know, that’s his daughter; they don’t want anything to happen to her and plus, I guess, because she doesn’t know anything about him. So it seems like they’re all “walking on eggshells” around her.
That was great, describing the relationships between her and Doc and Mater. I just liked it.
Although it was in her point of view so it would of been odd if she just went on describing herself, it was hard for me to picture this chapter in my head because it wasn’t described what Levina looked like. That’s the only thing I wanted to point out.
Uh-oh. She found a photo of Lightning… it’s the point where we know something but the character obviously doesn’t. Excitiiinnnnggggg. Awesome job, I can’t wait to read on and see what happens.