This is my first Chrono Crusade fanfic So sry if it isn't any good.

Disclaimer- I don't own Chrono Crusade. If I did Chrono and Rosette would have never died!

Enjoy

'Car Trouble"

It was a peaceful day at the Magdalene order. The sun was shinning, birds' chirping and everything seemed right. That was until; Sister Rosette Christopher went to give her mission report to Sister Kate. The head sister at the Order.

"You, WHAT!"

"I'm really, really sorry--"

"Sister Rosette this is the fifth time you have destroyed a car this week alone!"

"Oh, well I'm sorry, but it wasn't my fault!"

Sister Kate sighed. "Rosette you must be more careful. Next time the car could be completely destroyed."

The said person had a look of relief and confusion displayed on her face. "Thank you so much, Sister Kate. I promise it won't happen ever again."

"No."

Rosette looked confused. "You just said that--" Sister Kate looked Rosette directly in the eye. "You will be using the car you destroyed." There was a disturbing silence after that was said. That silence was broken by Rosette humorous laughter.

"Hehehehe, but Sister Kate, that car is gone. The tires are missing and I would need a new engine." She said in a matter-of -fact tone. "That is why you and Chrono will be helping the Elder fix it."

"WHAT!"

Chrono was so silent during the 'report' that one would not have noticed he was sitting in the corner of the room. "Sister Kate, with all do respect--" His sentenced was cut short by an un-ladylike curse from his blonde contractor.

The blonde looked at Sister Kate as if she had just agreed to bare the child of a devil. "You can't seriously be thinking I could be cable of fixing a car. A car, ya know, the thing I wreck every time it is I my hands." Sister Kate looked Rosette in the eye. "I know" she said calmly.

Rosette gave Sister Kate a questioning look. She can't be serious, she thought, Me, fix a car! Ha yea right. She must be inane. Thank god she doesn't have a gospel right now. Rosette mentally cowered at the thought of Sister Kate on a rampage with two gospels in hand. Her some what freighting thoughts were cut off be Sister Kate's explanation on the whole ordeal.

"—that's why you will help the Elder with the car. Sister Rosette, money doesn't grow on trees, I'll have you know. We don't have the kind of money to replace broken cars right now. I mean, with the orphanage, the church and the other brothers and sister that work here. How do you think we pay you?"

"True, true—hey, wait; you don't even pay us—me. Are you telling me that you pay the others and not me? I'll have you know--"

Rosette would have finished if not dragged out by her crimson eyed partner. "Now, now Rosette. Come on, we can do it. I mean, how hard can fixing a car be, right?

"'How hard can fixing a car be?'" Rosette mocked Chrono.

"I get it, Rosette."

"No you don't. You're the one who said it would be easy and--" Rosette paused as she felt a draft from under her skirt. She looked down only to find the elder with his hand holding up her skirt, while he was looking at her bloomers.

"AHH, you stupid old pervert! Get back here so I can kill you with this wrench." The next few minutes Rosette was chasing the Elder around the room. The game finally came to a stop when Rosette seemed to be out of breath. 'You stupid old perv." She stated breathlessly.

"Now Rosette, I should get dome type of reward for helping you. That seemed to be the perfect thing at the moment. Who else could help you fix the car that you destroyed." "Yea, yea whatever. Your just lucky I'm so tried." She grumbled in response.

The two of them, Rosette and Chrono, had been sent straight to the Elders workshop after their talk with Sister Kate.

That was over four hours ago.

So far, they only got to replace the engine after two horrifying attempts. The first was a disaster when Rosette got angry at it. She was so mad that she ended up blowing the whole thing up with her gospel. The second attempt was not as bad, but still not any better. Chrono had tried to lift the engine with the help of the elder. Let's just say that a twelve year old and an old man isn't enough power to lift an engine. I the end, they managed to lift it without one of them dropping it, or Rosette blowing it up.

"So now all we have to do is attach the tries, right Elder?" Chrono asked with hope.

"Right you are me boy." With that said the elder disappeared into a storage closet.

"What do ya think he's doing now, Chrono?" Rosette asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Chrono responded as equally confused as his contractor.

Minutes later the Elder came out of his closet with three tires. He looked at the two before saying, "alright, here are the tires but--" His sentence was never finished because of the pleasant sigh that came from the blonde sister.

"Yes! Finally, we can put the tires on--"

"Rosette."

"—and then we can go get some dinner. Man, I am so hungry. I wonder what their serving for dinner? Maybe--"

"Rosette!"

"—its soup. I like soup. Ohh, and maybe there will be those little crackers that you dip in. They always get to mushy though, it's a shame. Really."

"ROSETTE!"

"What?" she said annoyed. Clearly she was annoyed that Chrono had interrupted her fantasy of the soup and crackers. "Rosette," Chrono started calmly. "There are only three tires." She looked at him dazed. "Yea, so?" "Rosette cars need four tires not three."

"Oh, -- hey. Are you trying to tell me we only have three tires?" Chrono gave her a look as if she were mentally retarded, and pointed toward the Elder. 'Duh' was all he said.

"Aw, man. There's goes my soup." She said disappointingly. "So how do expect me to tell Sister Kate that we never finished the car? 'Sorry Sister Kate we only had three tires and I didn't feel like missing soup night for dinner'. Yea, that's gonna go over real well with her."

"Well what do you suppose we do, sister Rosette?" Chrono asked mockingly.

"Ooo, don't try and turn this on to me, mister. You're the on who said it would be easy to fix a car."

"Well how was I suppose to know. I've never fixed a car before."

"Then don't tell me it will be easy, Chrono."

"I guessed."

"Excuse me!"

"WHAT!" they both shouted in unison.

The elder took this moment to explain himself. "As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted--" at this he accusingly looked at Rosette. "I only have three tires. The fourth is in the outside shed." Rosette and Chrono looked at each other. "Well" they stared, "what are you still doing here? Come on, go get it."

"What! Do you really expect a poor, old, defenseless man to go out and get such a heavy object? Besides, Rosette, you're the one who broke the car." The elder sated with fake innocence.

"Argh, that's stupid, right Chrono?" She turned her head hopefully towards her partner. "Well he does have a point." He murmured. "What? You're agreeing with him. Fine lets go get the stupid tire so I can go eat my soup and get Sister Kate off my back." With that said she turned, grabbed Chrono by the hand, and marched her way to the door.

As the elder stared at the spot where they had once been, he whispered to himself. "Oops, I forgot to tell them that if they shut the door it will lock. O well, now I'm off to dinner. O boy, I heard it was soup tonight." Happily he strolled towards he opposite door from which Chrono and Rosette had taken muttering things about 'soup', 'tires' and 'women's figures'.

"Chrono, do think we're going the right way?" Rosette asked.

"Of course we are." He replied. As soon as that was said, they turned to corner to see a small shed. The shed itself was no masterpiece. The windows were rusty, the paint almost nearly off and they door looked suspiciously odd, too. "Well now all we have to do is get the tire, and then we can go get dinner, right Chrono?" "Right."

The shed was darker then excepted, due to the rust in the windows. It was almost impossible to see anything, let alone a black tire. It was also a bit mess, and look like it hadn't been clean since forever. "How are we suppose to fine a tire in this mess?" Rosette questioned.

"I dunno. Why are you asking me?" he questioned back. "I dunno, maybe cause you have like night vision."

"What are you talking about?" He gave her a look that told her he thought she was insane. "You're a demon. Your senses are like, what, a lot better then mine. Or did u forget, shorty?" She added as a joke. Thus an all out war started.

"WHAT, I'm not short. I'm taller then you." Chrono stated angrily. Rosette didn't reply. Instead she went up to him and stood with her back to him. "Well, turn around." He gave a confused look. "Just do it." She shot back. Cautiously he turned his back to her. When that was done she put her hand towards her back and felt for the top of his head. Several minutes later, and a few smart remarks later she turned to him and said, "See," she pointed to the space in between her breasts, "Your this much shorter the me."

'That's only 'cause I'm in my twelve year old form." He shot back hotly.

"Excuses, excuses," was her only reply.

"Yea, well at least I don't crash car into buildings" he muttered, though Rosette could still hear him.

"O YEA"

"YEA. You heard me!"

"Ya, know what--"

Her ranting was cut off by the slamming of the door. "Chrono are you there?" Rosette asked fearfully. "Yes," she heard, "I'm over by the door." He said quietly. She could have sworn she panic in his voice, but quickly dismissed that as if it were her own. "Well, then, open it already." She called out. Though, vaguely she thought something was wrong.

"I can't." Now she was sure there was something was not right. "And why not" she could tell instantly that she would regret asking.

"I can't," he repeated. "It's locked."

Well I hope that was pretty good for my first time. Please review cause then I will update.

Till next chapter

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