A/N:

Hey every body!

So here it is, my 3rd story! A complete AU where Chloe is driving A TRUCK, a real big fat 18 wheeler!

Hope you will enjoy it!

The Stowaway

It definitively was a great day. The weather kept getting worse and rain had been pouring abundantly on that stormy November day. That and the strong winds weren't there to ease the mind of Chloe Price as she sat quietly in her trucks cabin.

She reclined on the comfortable seat, crossing her hands behind her head as she listened to the sound of the rain hitting the roof and the windshield mixing with the rock songs playing from the radio.

I need a smoke.

The idea had been in her mind for a while, strengthened by her inactivity, but the weather had not really been decent enough to step out and her boss frowned upon smoking in the company's vehicle.

She threw a glance at her trucks mirror and groaned. Three freaking hours! They should have finished loading three freaking hours ago!

"Argh! Fuck it!" She sat up and reached for the pack of cigarettes resting in the center console. Pulling one out, she flicked her zippo alight and started up her smoke.

"Aaahh that's the stuff! And Bitchtoria can fucking suck my dick! Next time she should make sure I won't wait hours for nothing!"

As if on cue, the CB came alive.

"Chloe, you there?"

Fuck!

Chloe sighed and reached for the mike that hung from the radio.

"Where do you want me to be? Of course I'm here!"

"Hey! No need to bark at me! I'm just askingn you know."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Well yeah… Okay, Rach, what do you need?"

The voice of Rachel Amber sounded playful as it responded. "Well, what I need is you on your knees with your head between my legs right fucking now! But baring that, I just wanted to get a status update for the boss"

Chloe scoffed. While Rachel and she were officially in a relationship, it would have surprised her if the blonde were to really be that needy sexually. Not that Rachel was what one might call a cold woman, far from it - the blonde was as hot and horny as you could possibly be - but the girl had been acting mysterious in the past months, coming home late, not being as nagging as she usually was when Chloe left for several days. And Chloe started to get pretty strong suspicions as to whether or not the girl had been getting some on the side.

With a sigh she spoke again in the mike. "Trust me, I'd prefer that too, instead of sitting on my ass doing nothing while waiting for those idiots to find their asses!"

"I guess that means you're not on your way yet."

"It means that our esteemed Boss's husband's employees still haven't even started to load their cargo into my truck! And that's not a twisted innuendo!"

"Okaaay… I guess I'll have to find a way to tell her." The voice sounded a bit shy at the idea.

"Yeah… And you tell her there's no way I'll make the deadline for the delivery in those conditions. I'm not breaking every Out of Service regulations because her asshole of a husband isn't able to kick his company into shape!"

"I'll… Pass the message along, although I'll try to be a bit more diplomatic about it."

Chloe rolled her eyes, taking a drag from her cigarette. She actually had the time to finish it before the voice came out of the speakers again.

"Chloe?"

"Still there, sitting on my ass and waiting."

"Victoria says she's calling them directly to see what's wrong. She also says you should try to limit the delay as much as possible while keeping things as reasonably safe as possible." A soft chuckle echoed from the speakers. "She says she can replace you, not the truck."

"Glad to hear our O so beloved dictator can be reasonable. Tell her I'll let you know when I'm getting underway and that I'll be there when I'll be there."

"Will do. Drive safely!"

Chloe hung the mike to the overhead console and settled back in her seat. Once again she glanced at the mirrors. I wonder how long it will take them to move after Bitchtoria chased their ass out of their chairs?

The answer to her question ended up to be something along the lines of 'too damned long!'. Chloe had given up on waiting in the driver's seat and had retreated in the sleeper cabin, deciding to log things as Not on Service and catch some sleep instead of wasting time. At least this way I'll be able to get back home sooner!

She had been asleep for a couple hours when the shift of the trucks suspension as well as the sounds of movements, coming from the trailer her truck was attached to, woke her up. She quickly glanced at the passenger's side mirror, which was visible from the couch, and confirmed that workers were moving pallets toward her truck. About time!

With a grunt, she stood up and made her way to the driver's seat. Picking up her cigarettes and log book, she opened the door and stepped out of her truck, quickly closing the door and running to the loading dock.

"Hey Chloe! Sorry 'bout the waiting!" A dark skinned man greeted as she approached. She took the time to light her cigarette before shaking his hand. "Mr. North! What's the hold up?"

The man looked at an approaching pallet and took a few notes on his clipboard. "Well not our fault… You know how our boss can be a control freak? The little shit decided that no cargo were to leave storage without his green light."

Chloe scoffed. "Let me guess, the guy went home early forgetting he had asked for a pick up."

The man nodded. "Yeah, something like that. I dunno who was the most pissed between him and the brunette we found him with."

Chloe shook her head with a knowing smile. That Nathan Prescott was cheating on his wife, aka Chloe's boss, was an open secret. Chloe even suspected the cheated wife to know all about her husband's sexcapades. Besides, I would not be surprised if the girl was her friend too! Not like she cares.

"Caught them in the act?" She asked. "You know, my boss would pay handsomely for pictures, right?"

"I'll think about it next time then. Always wondered why she tolerated the prick."

"I think it's mainly cause they got a pre-nup and she wants to bleed the cheating bastard." She shrugged, not really caring about all these. "Not that I care… doubt they ever loved one another anyway." She took a drag from her cigarette, watching as workers were pulling more pallets into her truck. "What you got for me today?"

The man looked at his clip board. "Bunch of electronics – TVs, DVD players, the stuff…"

"How much weight?"

"Total should be around 25 000." He said with a shrug.

"Light but space eating stuff, alright… You think you'll have to stack them?"

"Nah… They would not support it! Too fragile."

The punk sighed in relief. "Good… with the wind being what it is, I'll be glad not to be top heavy. No need to have this fucker swing behind me all the way."

"I know what you mean." He looked as another pallet passed by, inspecting it and registering its identification code on his clipboard.

Chloe stood there, watching the workers moving around her truck, making sure they didn't bang her trailer too much or messed up the loading. "How are the boys? I haven't seen them in a while."

The man smiled as he announced proudly. "You should watch the next Seahawk's game if you want news about Drew!"

"You are kidding me? He's making his debut?"

"Maybe yeah! He's on the roaster for the game, at least. Hope he gets a few plays!"

"What position is he playing?"

"They got him as corner back. Guess they needed good people in defense."

"They got to after they let Sherman go!" She pondered a moment. "I'm not sure I'll be able to catch the game though, I'll do my best. Worst case, I'll listen to it on the radio for sure! Tell him I'm cheering for him if you have a chance."

"Will do!" The man paused as he saw another pallet come. He went to look closer, inspecting the wrapping and seals with a frown. After a few seconds, he nodded and let the worker pull it to the truck. "Michael's still in college, doing good too. Never thought he would make it to USC on a full scholarship. I'm a blessed man!"

"You can say that! Two kids, two college graduates!"

"Yeah! And with what I make, I never thought I would be able to put even one through college too!" He shook his head, looking at the sky. "I was lucky, really…"

"Hey, you guys deserved it!"

She watched as the men loaded the last pallet in her truck and tethered it down. "Quick and efficient, as usual with your team!" She smiled to the man as he extended his clipboard. "Well, once when you do start to work anyway."

She perused the form, checking that all the necessary documents were in the attached manifest, then signed the register. "There you go!"

The man nodded as he took the clipboard back, counter-signing the release papers. "You going straight to Seattle or you're stopping by HQ?" He asked as he detached the pouch with the travel documents and handed them to Chloe.

Chloe pondered a moment. "I'm supposed to go to Seattle, drop this load and pick up some other cargo. But the depot's on the way so I might have a rest there."

"Then say hi to the gang for me."

"Will do!" Chloe nodded, looking as the workers closed the loading doors and waved as she ran through the rain to her truck.

She quickly climbed in her cabin and closed the door, shivering as she wiped the rain from her face. "Fuck it weather!" She placed the pouch in the door, then turned the key and started up the engine, letting it warm up. As she waited for the air tanks to fill up, she reached for the driver's log, noting down the time.

Switching on the lights and fastening her seatbelt, she checked every gauge on her dashboard before pressing the parking break and trailer break fobs, listening to the hissing sound of released pressure. With a nod, she pressed the clutch pedal and shifted into Low gear, slowly letting the truck move away from the dock. She waited for the truck to reach 5mph before she pressed the break pedal, testing the system.

As the truck stopped, she nodded to herself and pulled the parking break fob as she shifted back into neutral. "Okay, load is only 25 thousands, so I don't need the third axle." She muttered pressing a switch on the dashboard to raise the rear axle on the 53ft trailer. Opening the window and passing the head through to give a quick check, she smiled as she judged her truck ready for the trip.

Releasing the breaks again, she shifted back to Low gear and drove to the gates. Nodding to the guard as he noted down her departure time, she checked the road before inserting herself into traffic, glancing at her side mirrors to make sure her long trailer didn't hit anything. Checking her GPS, she made her way toward the I-80, leaving San Francisco behind her before reaching for the CB.

Rachel was lying back on her desk, groaning as she bit her hand to muffle any sounds she could make, when the speaker came to live.

"Yoh Rach, you there?"

"Fuck!"

She frantically tried to reach for the radio, trying to ignore the tongue that was exploring her pussy as she responded. "Ye.. yeah I'm here! Are you on your way?"

Shit! Worst timing ever!

"Yeah, they finally moved their butt!" Chloe's voice responded. "Apparently, Dicktoria's man decided no cargo was to leave without his permission, then judged he'd rather cheat on his wife with some brunette rather than be there for the pick-up he ordered."

Rachel tensed and bit her lip at the mention of the word 'cheating'. She could not help but feel a bit guilty, speaking on the CB with her girlfriend while she herself was in a compromising position.

"The usual shit. I'll be sure to pass the message to the boss." She said, eyes shifting to look at the blonde head between her legs.

"Yeah… Well, anyway I just left Frisco… I'm on the 80 and moving to reach the 5. Can you keep an eye on the report for the pass? I'll call you when I get to Redding, see if I need to take the 101 instead."

"S… Sure! No problem… I'll keep my eyes on the reports! Drive safe, okay?"

She had to bit her lip, her current partner having decided not to pause and in fact send her over the edge while she was conversing with Chloe.

"Will do! Cya soon babe!"

Rachel dropped the mike back on the table, shuddering and panting, her hands moving to grab a handful of the pixie blonde hair as she groaned. "FUCK!"

For the following minutes, all she could hear was just her heavy breathing and the slurping sounds of her partner finishing to lick her juices. She closed her eyes, lying back on her desk as she thought. I'll really have to… face this soon… I can't just keep it going like this...

"Feeling guilty?" Her partner asked, raising her head from what she was doing and resting her chin on her crotch.

"Yeah… a little…" Rachel admitted.

"Well why do you keep coming for more then?" The blonde asked slowly standing up, reaching in her pocket of a tissue. "I mean, it's not like I'm going to fire you if you call it quit, you know." She added wiping her face clean.

"It's not that!" Rachel defended herself as she sat up. "Chloe and I have been together for years… and … I just don't know how to tell her it's over…" She reached and caressed Victoria's cheek, softly pulling her for a kiss. "You know I love you… please trust me… I'll … I'll find a way."

She had to take a break at a truck stop near Sacramento. Unable to take the 505 at Vacaville, thanks to some asshole having decided to push it and fall asleep at the wheel, and the 113 being closed for road work, she had driven up to Sacramento in order to reach the I-5; and after over two hours, she really needed a break, a trip to the toilet, a cigarette, a hot meal and coffee.

She took her time, sitting in the warmth of the diner, enjoying her eggs with a side of bacon as she looked down a road map planning her trip. With the weather, the Siskiyou Pass might be all snowed up… which means, I might have to divert to the 101. Maybe I should do that anyway, drive along the coast up to Newport, stopping by Arcadia Bay. Mom would probably be happy to see me for once and I could maybe get to spend a night home with Rach too.

She pondered a moment. Better wait to see if the pass is open. I'm already late as it is; no need to make it worse. Probably would piss Victoria up too… The bitch's been on my case for months already.

She finished her food, leaving enough cash to cover for her meal, and a nice enough tip that she would not feel ashamed the next time she saw her mom, and headed back to her truck. She was about to walk to the cabin when she noticed something wrong with her trailer.

"What the…" She blinked, walking closer. "Holy shit!"

As she reached the rear, she saw the gap indicating one of the doors was not fully closed. How long has it been like this? Fuck, I hope it hasn't been since Frisco! I better check the cargo!

She hurried toward the tractor, climbing in the cabin. She reached for her Mag-lite torch and headed back to the trailer, inspecting the latches and locking mechanism.

Doesn't seem damaged… Did Prescott's goon fail to secure it or has someone gotten inside to steal some?

With a grunt, Chloe climbed into the trailer, checking the first pallets for traces of rain or that it had been tempered with.

Nothing. The trailer was barely showing signs of water, indicating that the door had not been opened that long, certainly not since San Francisco at least. Yet the pallets didn't seem to have been touched.

"Well that's good at least…" She sighed, swiping her torch across the trailer. She was about to step down and close the door when someone sneezed.

Jerking her head up, she pointed the light to the source of the sound. "Hello? Is someone there?" She wormed herself through the trailer carefully, sliding between pallets. She walked around the stack of DVD players from which the sneeze had come and found herself face to face with a pink-haired girl. A pink-haired girl, looking like a mess with a black eye, tattered clothes and an arm wrapped around her ribcage. A pink-haired girl looking pissed and desperate. A pink-haired girl that was pointing a gun straight at her face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" was the only thing she could say as she looked down the mean looking barrel.