Highway to Hell

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Raven wiped the sweat from her brow as she screwed in one last part of the engine, rubbing the grease off hands onto her overalls. The car she was currently working on paled in comparison to her baby…her Dean. She could almost cry if she were prone to it. But no, instead she felt red hot anger at whatever punk kid stole it. It had been almost completely restored. All that was left was to test out the engine and touch up the paint job a little. It had been her secret little project for ages. In fact she couldn’t even really remember when she started working on it. It was almost like it had always been there….which was absurd of course. And besides Raven never really made a habit of thinking into the past, at least not lately.

Taking in a breath, she sighed imagining that moment of truth. Where she would have slowly put the key into the ignition, pausing for just a moment before she would have finally turned it and…..”YES! I AM THE BEST!” She would have yelled to no one in particular. It was the scene she’d basically dreamed of forever, where the car would roar to life and make the most beautiful goddamn noise she’d ever heard. And it was a secret project for a reason. Sinclair had taken care of her, given her a job, a place to live and so fixing him up a classic 67’ chevy impala was the least she could do. They had that in common. That almost obsessive love for classic cars. He would have loved it. Bur he was a sneaky bastard who could always tell when she was hiding something so Raven really needed to be extra careful. Which is why she’d called Bellamy in the first place. It had to be kept hush hush so the news wouldn’t get around and reach Sinclair.

Placing her headphones in her ears, she turned the volume up to full blast singing along as she went through the familiar motions of covering the car and parking it deeper into the garage to be stored. “Lay your weary head to rest.” She walked back out standing under the garage door and pictured Dean back in place in all his, uhh its glory. “Don’t you cry no more.” Failing to see or hear the less than ‘whole’ car slowly attempting to park in her garage with Raven standing in the way, and the agitated man driving said car.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy Blake was not in the best of moods. He had gotten a call from Raven that one of her vehicles had been stolen, which resulted in a car chase . . . which then resulted in the punk ass kid crashing into his car. Which in turn, brought him here. After he had filled out the paperwork, he was finally able to take in his car to get fixed. He knew that Raven was the absolute best in her field. There was no one he would trust more with his car. But that didn't mean he was glad about this.

It was just one more inconvenience and he knew he would get some crappy replacement car from the department. He wanted his car. His own damn car. His already frustrated mood only grew when she didn't see him, standing there and blocking him from entering deeper into the garage. He rolled down the window, hearing her sing along to some . . . well, he recognized the song.

And what he recognized even more was how attached she was to the car that had gotten stolen. Hell, when she initially spoke about it, he thought it was a real person. She didn't seem to hear him, so Bellamy went to phase two. He pushed on his horn, leaving his palm pressed against it so it made one loud blaring noise. Leaning toward his car window, he yelled out of it. "Move it!" He called to her, still pressing on the horn before it became shorter sounds indicating his impatience at the moment.

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Raven almost jumped out of her skin at the insanely loud grating noise coming from behind her. She’d recognise the sound of carhorn anywhere, resenting it’s god awful shrieking noise. Who the hell thought they had the right to just come in here to her place and… “Bellamy!” She yelled as soon as she recognised him, quickly stuffing her headphones into the pockets of her overalls. “Would you mind stopping with the damn car honking thing!” It was really starting to get on her nerves.

Slowly she took in the site before her. It sure as hell explained his reason for coming in here like an ass. The car was wrecked. It was a wonder how he’d gotten it to drive him here. The thing was just about ready to fall apart. The windows were cracked, the front lights blown to pieces and perhaps worst of all was the massive dent in the whole right side of the car. Walking over to his window she leaned in. Raven knew, she really knew she should ask about how this happened, and if he was okay, what she could do to help….but.... “How’s Dean? Did you find him, it? Is my car okay?” Well, she’d find time to be a good friend later. Leaning behind her she grabbed a crow bar noticing the car door was way too damaged to open. “Sit back okay, and cover your eyes just in case.” Sticking it into the hinge she heaved all her body weight into the tool until it forced the door off it’s hinges. “Uh oh.” The thing came crashing down on to the ground. Thankfully not on Raven, who’d had the foresight to move in time. Taking a moment to inspect the now ruined door she took a small glance up at Bellamy. “Umm I can fix that?”

[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

While he could be a stubborn and defiant ass, he did stop honking when he had her attention. Once she stopped singing, she made her way over to him, immediately asking how Dean was. Bellamy shot her a glare. "I'm fine, by the way," he said with bitter sarcasm. Priorities. Yet at the same time, he also didn't like to get coddled. Perhaps that just added to his tone. He didn't even know anymore. But he purposely withheld the answer to her question, wanting to focus on his car first. He leaned away from the door as she attempted to open it . . . and open it she did.

Just, not in a way that would make it close again. He stared at the door that was not fully detached from his car, and then slowly looked up at her. The same annoyed expression re-emerged on his face . . . not that it actually vanished to begin with. "You damn well better," he said as he stepped out of the smashed vehicle. He had been lucky not to be injured during it. Just a few cuts and bruises which wasn't any issue.

"Well, it's officially tottled now." But he had faith in her skills. He had seen her work magic. "Cause you know, before it was only on the verge of being tottled." Sarcasm yet again. The door falling was the final touch, though he also knew it wasn't her fault. The thing was damn well busted. "Give it to me straight, can you fix this?" He asked her, wanting to know if it was worth investing into or if he was better off just getting a new car. He hoped not. He quite liked this one but . . . if the money wasn't going to be worth it, then why bother.

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Every second he didn’t mention Dean left her more and more concerned and agitated. But she let it go…for now. Really she should be more understanding to his situation but she couldn’t help it. Her car was a goddamn work of art that needed to be found. Like right now. She just gave him a smile, not surprised by his sarcastic reaction to her questioning. That didn’t mean he could just ignore her questions though. It frustrated the hell out of her, but she kept quiet. Time to be a good friend or whatever.

“Uh, attitude.” She said with a smirk, which was rich coming from her, but she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to annoy him just a little. Appropriate timing or not. “Like I’m some miracle worker?” She said throwing her arms up exasperated at his request. Slowly she circled the car. “You come in here with let’s face it, a wrecked car.” She had a spare part for the bumper. “With no taillights” She had spares for those too. “Half the car dented in,” It would be a challenge but she could pound out the dents. “Smashed windows,” They would probably be the easiest things to fix. “Busted up tires,” she said as she leaned down. “And now only 3 out of 4 doors,” she finally reached him again. “And you just expect me to fix all that and god knows what else?” She couldn’t hold in the smug smile she’d been holding in since the second she realised she was Raven Reyes, the youngest Zero…the youngest mechanic this side of goddamn anywhere. “Give me two weeks, and it’ll be good as new. Hell, I’ll even make it better.” The smug expression now in full effect on her face. What....she had to make him work for it. “Now will you tell me how Dean is?”

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Attitude. Damn straight he was giving attitude. He was pissed off right now. His car was destroyed. He supposed it could have been worse. He could have come out with serious damage rather than just a few cuts and bruises. He'd been lucky in that sense. But that didn't help ease his current agitation over the situation. "Aren't you?" He immediately retorted as she rhetorically questioned being some sort of miracle worker. If it helped to somewhat massage her ego, he would . . . minimally he supposed. But truthfully, he and basically everyone else in town knew she was a brilliant genius at her work. Especially for her age.

It only made him wonder how much more she would achieve in the future . . . considering her incredible expertise now. But like hell if he was going to make such an admittance in this moment. He instead just watched her as she began to circle the car, assessing the damage done to it. Each reminder sending a twinge of uncertainty through him. She was building up the moment . . . perhaps to tell him that it could not be repaired. But she soon finished with saying it would take two weeks, to make it better. He rolled his eyes.

"Cute." For seeming to lead the conclusion of that assessment elsewhere. "Two weeks then. Try not to make it longer." When he knew that that was actually record time. Hell of a lot impressive with the considerable damage. With the satisfactory answer, he decided to finally address her own question. "Your car is fine," he assured her. "It's in evidence. A bit of damage but nothing compared to my car." If she could fix this, she could fix her own as if it were nothing. "Next time don't jack it up so much and the damn chase wouldn't have lasted so long." The fact that she had taken such good care of it . . . was what made it harder to catch the guy who had stolen it.

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"Cute." She loved making him say that. "Two weeks then. Try not to make it longer." Pfft, as if she needed him telling her that. “Yes sir,” she said with a sarcastic little salute and a grin. Hell, she’d probably spend half of that time adding extremely necessary tweaks and finishing touches. All the plans already forming in her mind. This was going to be fun. A great little makeover project for her to work on. That car was going to be glad it got wrecked. It came in here a lowly maid but it would leave looking like Cinderella…but more awesome. With Raven being the badass mechanic fairy godmother…of course.

Raven barely heard a word he said past the fact that her car was fine. “Oh thank god!” She felt like she could finally breathe, a hand on her chest in sheer relief. It was like music to her ears. Dean was okay! Even if he’d been torn to pieces, god forbid, she’d still find a way to piece him back together. There was nothing that she wouldn’t do for him; it. A genuine smile spread across her face and before she even knew what she was doing her arms were already wrapped tight around Bellamy’s body. Hugging him for all he was worth. “Thank you, Bellamy. I don’t know what I would’ve done.” Letting go, she stepped back suddenly…coughing into her fist to try and get past that random show of affection. “Umm I owe you one,” she said, stepping forward and giving him a light and, what was meant to be a playful but turned out to be weird and awkward, punch on the shoulder. “So when do I get to bring…it home.”

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: cherry1

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Seeing the relief on her face, inevitably brought a smile to his own. She was a good friend of his, and knowing that she cared about something so much . . . and that it wasn't destroyed, well, how could he deny that he too felt relief for that. Now that the irritation was starting to wane, he could appreciate just how lucky they all were; and how they had come out of this situation. Because, well, it could have been worse. The unexpected hug caused him to pause for a moment, his hands unmoved until he finally responded, finding immediate comfort in the embrace.

While he wasn't one to initiate such actions . . . didn't mean he did not appreciate them when started. And right now, was no exception to that. He wrapped his arms around her in return, the same smile playing on his lips as she thanked him. "You're welcome," he answered sincerely, no teasing in his voice, but rather . . . a genuine returned statement. When she stepped away, his arms lowered back to his side, and found himself oddly missing the warmth that her body had provided. Even in the short moment they were touching.

Not letting any awkwardness linger -- as he knew her well enough to recognize that she wasn't one to overly engage in such public displays of affection, he instead focused on her question. "Yeah you do," he teased back playfully, the smirk indicating that he was only joking. Sort of. "But hey, fix up my car and consider us even," he further teased . . . though he did have every intention of paying her for her services to his car. "Hopefully no more than a week. This is a pretty clear cut case." Besides, stuff to this extent wasn't a frequent occurrence in this place. "I do have some paper work I need you to fill out. You know, insurance stuff and a report as a witness. Wanna do it here or at your place?" Since hers was closer than his.

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Though she’d never admit it, Raven liked seeing a smile on Bellamy’s face. The man looked like he needed a bit of cheering up. “Uugh paperwork, fun times,” she sighed, pouting at him. But if that meant she could bring her car back home then so be it. She’d do whatever it took. Even boring paperwork. “Let’s go back to mine,” She replied automatically. She was already basically done with everything here and her apartment was within walking distance. “You really look like you could use a drink…or 20, and I’ve got a 6 pack with your name on it.” Bellamy looked like he needed to loosen up a bit. And relax. His job must have been stressful enough as it is without adding a car chase to it. She sure as hell didn’t envy him in the slightest. But he loved his job, and she could at least relate to and respect that. Protecting the people, keeping them all safe. It’s what he was born to do. And besides, Raven was in a good mood. She wanted to celebrate and if that meant getting a little tipsy then so be it.

“Toss your keys over there,” she ordered, pointing at a desk in the corner. She needed to take extra care locking this place up now. Raven wasn’t about to let any other punk ass kid lay a hand on any of her cars. “And wait outside while I close up.” She then proceeded to immediately remove her overalls, not really waiting for Bellamy to leave. Raven had never exactly been known to be particularly shy. Still wearing a vest and booty shorts underneath, it wasn’t like she was stripping naked. Washing the grease off her hands underneath a faucet, she finally pulled on her trousers and an old red jacket, following Bellamy outside the garage. “And last but not least…” she whispered to herself, pulling down and locking the grate. “Shall we?” About time they each had a nice cold beer.

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