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The cars have been turned to HUMANS as, myself being human, I understand them better than cars. Weird, I know. The characters are also slightly younger, so Sally's parents live with here, and run the work. Mater lives with the police.

The movie plot line is similar, with the only difference being Sally's parents pushing for Lighting to fix the road, and Mater getting into a little more trouble. And since they're human they're jobs are slightly different.

Flo owns a café

Ramone owns a hair salon

Luigi and Guido own a clothing store

This means instead of a new paint job and tires, Lighting styled his hair, and got a new outfit. More on that later

I only own the plot to the story, and Sally's parents. You can tell, because if I owned the rights to the movie, Doc would still be alive.

Lighting laughed as Mater pushed his Root-beer bottle around the rim of the table. "Vrom, vrom. Look at me! I'm Lighting McQueen, I go so fast I got here before all the other drinks." Sally flicked a fork towards him, "Sorry Mater, but I also have a drink." Mater promptly teacher for her drink, and Sally took hurried to take a slip, effectively keeping it out if his grasp. Lighting smiled at Flo as she handed him his Lemonade. "Thanks."

"No problem." She glanced towards the road and smiled as her husband seated out of his shop. His hair was a spiky, dyed deep blue with red tips. He walked over to the little group, and after kissing his wife looked Lighting up and down. "You know if you ever want to dye your hair again, I'll help. But I think you look better with your natural color." The ginger gently patted his hair.

"I don't think I am, I have no problem with being a ginger anymore." The group raised a uniform eyebrow. The young racer blushed. "I always thought I looked better with it blonde, more like a racer."

"Lighting, I don't think your hair color can make you a racer." He shrugged, "I'm a 15-year-old boy. I think a lot of thinks at adults find weird."

They glanced at the teen, who was playing with his straw. He glanced up, and blinked. "What?"

"How does a 15-year-old boy become one of the finalist for the biggest national race?" Sally asked him. The boy paused, thinking. "Well you start out...it…. it takes practice. I think most of the others had to practice a lot more than me, 'cause I've only had two, almost three years." He covered his mouth to stop his ramblings. He hadn't mentioned to say that. The others looked impressed and concerned. "Your parents let you start racing when you were 12?"

"Was it like, go-kart racing?"

"That's dangerous, did they worry a lot?"

"Oh, they must have been so worried, when you just disappeared!"

"Oh! Ya should bring them to Radiator Springs!" The group talked over each other, making Lighting uncomfortable, but Mater's suggestion stopped his heart. He didn't want anyone who knew him outside of Radiator Springs to come and disrupt his sanctuary, had been hard enough when all the press had showed up. "Oh, that's a wonderful idea!

"Yes! We'd love to meet them!"

"It would be a fine thing, your parents meeting all your new friends." Lighting stood up, abruptly. "I… I don't think that's a good idea. No… I … That is a very, very bad idea." The others have him a look, like 'why you freaking out bro?' Lighting slipped out his wallet and dropped a few bills on the table, "I… I have a… bye." The boy took off down the street. Mater looked at the bills, then back at the retreating figure. "Who the hay pays 50 for a Lemonade" Sally rolled her eyes as Flo picked up the bills, "He must have been desperate to leave." She turned to the couple, "Do you think his parents don't like him racing."

"I think they to, otherwise he wouldn't be allowed to race, right?" Ramone glanced to up the street, "Where'd you think he went?" Sheriff and Doc were talking, the later glancing over his shoulder, looking concerned. "What you do to Hotshot?"

"We hit a secret sore spot, I think. We were talking about how long he's been racing, and what his parents thought about it, and he freaked." The little group paused. "Weird thing is, I don't think he's ever talked about them." Sally paused. "You don't think he's an orphan, do you? I mean… someone's had to have taught him to drive." Doc felt a little knot in his stomach. He remembered the something Lighting had once said.

"What your parents going to think when they find out there kid's been destroyed a road?"

"You say that like anyone would care."

He had assumed it was a part of his cocky 'I'm better than you' attitude. He thought boy was implying that no cared about the road, which as much it annoyed him; he'd rather of Lighting trash talk the town, than for the boy to think he didn't have anyone who cared about him. He did, he had the whole town. But a part of him wondered if did before Radiator Springs. He knew the world could be harsh and hard, and it was quite possible that the young teen, with his flamboyant personality, had also seen it. The thought made him a little sick. No one should have to go through the abandonment he did. He focused on the conversation again. "…see if I can find anything on it. The Sheriff gave Mater a look, "don't eat so much that you spoil your appetite."

A quick nod from Mater and the duo left, heading for Sheriff's office. Doc gave him a quizzical look. '"I'm going to see if I can find out anything about Lighting past." The former racer had it on the tip if his time to reply that they shouldn't, that Lighting had the choice to tell them; however curiosity got the better of him. He pulled up a chair and dropped down into it, ready to scan whatever his friend pulled up.

It took an hour, and the information they had was straight forward. But it left so many questions. Who had shot Maria Queenie? What happened to Dr. Queenie? Where did Lighting stay when he ran away form the Orphanage? How did Harv fit into it? And the one that had been on both their minds before they even found anything, should they tell the others?

What you think? you should hit the little review button and tell me. But be nice, first CARS fanfic. and words can hurt.