Title:  Where Angels Fly

Chapter Two of Ten:  Waking Up

Anime/Manga:  Speed Racer

Rating:  PG-PG13

Warnings:  Mental angst

Summary:  Still haven't thought of one yet.  Still.  Something like that . . .

Story:

Trixie let out a small moan then rubbed her forehead.  She had all the makings of a killer headache and, for the life of her, she couldn't recall why.  Pushing herself up, she ventured a glance around then noted, with a growing alarm, that she was not in her apartment.  Instead, she was in a tiny room that suspiciously looked like a jail holding cell.  Janine was nowhere in sight.

"Oh my god," she moaned.  "What happened?"

She quickly got to her feet and made her way to the door.  An officer met her there.

"Excuse me, sir," Trixie began, ignoring the dryness of her mouth and the throbbing in her head.  "What's happened?  Why am I here?"

"You were brought here for detox," he stated coolly.  "Drunk driving.  You skid out of control after you hit a pedestrian in the walkway."

"I . . . what?" she gulped, her heart beating faster.  That couldn't be right.  She knew better than to drive drunk.  It had been the one thing Speed had made sure no one in his team did, often designating someone to drive.

"You were driving drunk last night, missy, and the car you were driving skid out of control after you hit a pedestrian in the walkway."

"Oh god," she moaned.  "No . . . this can't be happening . . ."

"I'm afraid so, miss.  The family of the young man you hit has been notified," the officer told her.  "It'll be up to them if they wish to press any further charges against you."

"Charges?" Trixie echoed.

"Oh yes," he nodded.  "You're already facing drunk driving charges and a fine.  After that, it's up to the family if anything else is brought against you."

"Do . . ." she swallowed then took a deep breath, "do you know who I hit?"

"No," the officer shook his head.  "Inspector Detector does, though.  He'll be here shortly to talk to you.  You can ask him then."

"Okay," Trixie whispered, going back to the bench to sit and wait.

* * *

His chest ached.  Something had shoved itself up his nose while another thing had snaked its way down his throat.  Speed let out a groan as his eyes started to flutter open.  He half-expected to see Trixie standing over him, tears streaming down her cheeks.  The fact that he'd been in an accident was not lost on him.

However, when his eyes opened as far as they would go, he could barely make out any shapes.  His vision had blurred greatly.

'What's going on?  What's happened to me?  Why can't I see?'

A cool hand touched his cheek, calming him instantly.  He knew that touch.  Off to his right, he heard the sound of sobbing.  Grateful sobbing.

'Mother . . .'

"I'm so glad to see you open your eyes, baby," she whispered.  "So very glad.  Don't worry.  Everything's going to be okay.  I promise you."

Someone entered the room at that moment.  Who, he couldn't quite identify.

"He's awake, doctor . . ."

"I see.  I'll have the nurse come in to check on him.  Mrs. Racer, we need to talk.  I have some news for you and your family . . ."

"I'm coming, doctor," she managed to croak out.  "I'll be right out."

"I'll be in the waiting room with your husband."

"I'll be right back, baby.  I'll be right back."

She moved away from him, leaving him alone in a room filled with shadows.