Big cars dont cry chapter 15

Authors note: I don’t own any of the characters, they all belong to Pixar. I do own my own characters; Monique, Charles, Rosalind, Wendy and Louis. And please excuse my poor english, I’m norwegian and didn’t pay too much attention in my english class...

Well, this story has a will of it’s own... It took a completely different direction than I first had planned. And Louis became a whole lot different than in real life, and not exactly what I had planned for him... He was supposed to me a little more evil... Not supposed to cry over Rosalinds death...





Big cars don’t cry



Chapter 15





Wendy had fallen asleep. It was hard to stay awake all the time when nothing happened.

She was brutally waked by loud noises, furniture falling over, glass breaking... And an engine reeving. She jumped up and looked around, spotting Louis trying to hide behind a bookshelf, causing it to fall over. His eyes stared wildly at her.

“Hey, you’re awake...” she said and drove over to him. The corolla backed away in fear, he really wasn’t himself.

“Dont worry, I wont hurt you.” She whispered approaching him more carefully, knowing that the drug Doc gave him caused his wierd behaviour. The effect of the drug would soon wear off, but until then she had to be careful.

The corolla stood still, but was shivering.

‘I better not touch him, he’ll probably freak out.’ Wendy thought and stopped by his side. He stared at her, watching every movement. Suddenly he leaned on to her and started snoring. He had fallen asleep again. She smiled and slowly moved away, trying not to wake him up.



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Doc looked up as Wendy knocked on the door. She peeked in.

“He’s awake now.” She said and backed as Doc came towards her.

“Does he show any signs of improvement?”

“Wouldn’t that be a little too early to tell?”

“You’re right. Let’s try talking to him. The effect of the drugs I gave him should’ve weared off now.”

Louis looked up as they entered the room. He looked puzzled. Wendy felt sorry for him.

“Hi, Louis. How are you feeling?”

“Tired... But... Why am I here?” the corolla looked around, still looking confused. Suddenly he remembered... a single tear rolled down his hood.

“Rosalind...” he whispered, it could barely be heard.

Doc watched him closely, ready to floor him if he snapped again.

“ROSALIND!” the cry echoed through the room.

“Louis...” Doc put a tire on his left side.

“NO! Dont jump!”

“Louis!”

“Rose! I love you! Dont jump!”

“Louis.... dont make me drug you again....” Doc said calmly.

Wendy came forward.

“Let me try, Doc.”

Doc gave drove over to the other side of the room, watching the two cars. His apprentice parked by Louis’ side and stroked him with one tire. It seemed to calm the crying car.

“Who is Rosalind, Louis.” She asked even though she knew the answer.

Louis shook his hood, closing his eyes.

“Tell me about her, Louis. She must have meant a lot to you. I bet she was a wonderful girl.”

Still Louis didn’t speak, but Doc smiled, this was definitely the right way to do it.

‘Good girl, Wendy.’

Wendy continued caressing Louis, like you calm down a crying child. The corolla stood still, listening to the sound of her gentle voice.

“I’ve seen her on the streets sometimes. I always thought she was the most beautiful girl in town. Dont you agree?”

Louis nodded now.

“Oh... I wished I could look like her. And she seemed so friendly...”

That was the trick. Louis started talking, Wendy listened carefully, putting in some words now and then. The whole story was brought out in the light, leaving no details. He described everything so realistic that she felt she was a part of the story, feeling his pain, his despair, his sorrow.

When Louis finished his story, he was just standing there, staring into the wall with a empty expression on his windshield. Wendy didn’t know what to say, she was just happy that he finally had talked, that would make it easier for him to get over it.

She looked at him, not sure if this was the right time to ask this question. He didn’t look unstable, so she took the chance.

“Where is your daughter now?”

Louis turned to her, his eyes was like deep oceans of sorrow and longing.

“I dont know... All I know is that it’s a girl and her age... I dont even know how she looks... I’ve never seen her, Rosalind denied me...”

The corolla looked down at the grey concrete floor.

“I dont even know her name...”



To be continued....



Please review, even if you didn’t like it.  I need to know if I should continue this story or not. And of course, let me know if you have any ideas, or thing you want to happen. I might put it in, even though I’ve already planned the whole story.