The night was cloudy with a pretty good chance of a small storm. The red stock car drove through the dark route 66 with her headlights as her only guide. She drove at a slow pace, for she was carrying a small bundle on her hood. She couldn't keep it. She couldn't keep the baby car. She had 'friends' in low grounds and she had associated with the wrong cars. She made mistakes. Too many. They were going to kill her and the baby and she wouldn't let them to that to her little one. So she drove and drove, looking for a safe place for her son, until she got wind of a small town in the middle of the old Route 66. It was the last place they would think of looking for him.

She finally saw the town a few yards away and she drove in quietly. She didn't want anyone to notice her. To her relieve, there was no one outside. They were either sleeping or doing paperwork or whatever. She looked around. The place seemed perfect for him to grow up. There was a café, a gift shop, paint shop, you name it. But one particular building caught her attention.

Doctor Hudson's Clinic

She didn't know what, but something pulled her towards that building. She looked around. Maybe… Just maybe… her baby could grow up around someone who had a preparation. She looked down at her hood, to the little bundle. She took it in one tire and placed the bundle on the door step, along with a note. She raised her tire and knocked hard on the door before speeding away, hiding behind one of the buildings. Waiting for the doctor to open the door. A few rain drops started to fall until it started to rain at full force. She could hear her baby starting to cry. Finally, the door opened, revealing a cobalt blue Hudson Hornet. The hornet looked at the bundle on the floor. With his tire, he separated a piece of cloth and he could not believe his eyes.

"Chrysler…" He whispered.

Inside the cloth was a small red baby sports car who cried none stop. The hornet looked around, searching for the car who left the baby out there in the cold rain. There was no one, so with a worried face, he took the baby inside.

The mother smiled. She give a sad chuckle. Of course fate was rather strange sometimes. That car was the Fabulous Hudson Hornet. He would recognize him anywhere, stickers or no stickers. She turned away. She had to leave, now. Or otherwise, she would be tempted to get her baby back. So with all her might, she drove away at top speed, being grateful that her engine was a quiet one.

Meanwhile, Doc placed the baby on the old checkup for infants he had in case he ever got infant patients. He took away the wet cloth from the baby revealing his color to be a bright red. He couldn't see his eyes, though. They were tightly closed because of his nonstop crying. Doc quickly took out a dry cloth and dried the baby. He quickly went to the kitchen grabbed a bottle of the softest oil he had and gave it to the baby. As soon as the baby got the smell of oil he started sucking at the can and stopped crying. He opened his eyes to reveal a clear blue color. He looked at Doc. He had never seen the car before, but he was feeding him, so that was good.

Doc sighed. A baby. What was he supposed to do with a baby? He looked back at the cloth and saw a note sticking out of it. He picked it with his tire and started reading.

To who it may concern…

This is my little son. He is only two months old and his birthday is on June 26. He is my life and joy. But I have made mistakes that puts his life in danger. In less than a month, I will be dead. I love him and please let him know that I will always. I am trusting my baby to you. I am trusting you my biggest treasure. My little Lightning McQueen.

Doc sighed again. So the mother couldn't take care of the baby. Doc was brought back to reality when he heard Lightning sniffling. He looked at the baby. He was waiving his little tires towards him, obviously wanting to be picked up. Doc hesitated, but put him up on his hood anyway. The little baby giggled as he was placed on Doc's hood. He was so tiny, too tiny for his age. It should concern Doc as a doctor, but strangely, it didn't. Because the little sports car was full of energy and joy. Doc smiled.

He was going to take care of his new son.

I will continue this story whenever I can or on demand. I really hope you like it since I noticed there aren't many stories about Doc and Lightning father/son stories.