Fic: Beware the Fangirls

[munnin]

Title: Beware the Fangirls

Warning: Crack silliness. I blame Princessezzy, she started it.

Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated fics wouldn’t.

Characters: Racer X, Speed, Taylor, Inspector Detector, Ethan and half the cast of the Speed_fic community.
Rating: PG for silliness only

Disclaimer: All fun, no cash

Summery: I’m having a really bad week so I felt the need for something silly. Lali, Bittenfeld, Princessezzy – forgive me my strange interpretations of you if I’m off the mark, I blame the crack!

Another day, another race. Or so Racer X thought. There was something going on as he prepared for the race, a tension in the air. Even Speed could feel it, the kid glanced over his shoulder as he headed out towards the pits, catching Racer X’s eye. The young man’s look carried all the worry X himself was feeling. Something was happening. Something bad.

‘Better to face it head on’ X thought as he headed out himself, too preoccupied to see Cannonball Taylor till he bumped into the older man.

“Watch yourself freak.” Taylor muttered, only haft-heartedly compared to their usual verbal sparring. The older racer’s body language radiated the same state of inattentive concern.

X turned, grabbing Cannonball’s arm and dropping his voice so only Taylor could hear. “What the hell’s going on?”

“You should quit. Walk away from this race while you still can.”Taylor’s lips thinned as he glanced over his shoulder as if worried they were being watched. “Take the kid with you.”

X’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “Was that a threat?”

Taylor pulled away sharply, tossing his helmet and racing gloves at his locker. “Get out X. Before it’s too late.”

X was about to grab Taylor, planning to beat the truth out of him but his comm. went off before he got the chance. He slipped into a quiet corner. “X here.”

“X. We’ve got trouble.” The Inspector’s voice was level but breathless. “Ethan’s missing. His clothes have been found but...”

‘I’m on my way.” He took off towards the pits at a run.

Half way there a broken sob in the dark of the runway caught his attention. Taejo Togokahn was balled up in the corner; his white dragon race suit was torn in a dozen places. He looked up at X like beaten animal, frightened and shrinking. “Run.” He breathed, “Before they get you too.”

X crouched to help the fallen driver up but Taejo pushed him away so X settled for just holding him by the shoulders. “Taejo. Who did this?”

Taejo started to laugh but the sound got caught in his throat. “I thought they were a myth.” The Korean shuddered.

“Who Taejo?” X was shaking him now, desperate to know what they were up against.

Taejo’s eyes rolled, “The Fangirls.”

X dropped him and ran, pushing his muscles hard in the hope of getting there any faster. The Fangirl Race team were said to have devastated the male drivers of the European league, taking no prisoners on the track or off it. They had a reputation for doing terrible things to any guy fool enough to let them close enough. And now Ethan was missing.

The lights of the pits momentarily blinded him, as his vision cleared he realized he was too late.

Inspector Detector was pinned to the bonnet of the green flecked car; the pink clad Princessezzy had his arm twisted up behind him. “X! Run!” His eyes flashed wide as her hand slipped down his flank as if comforting him.

Speed was on the ground, the spiked heel of the blond pig-tailed driver Lali Lemons pressing between his shoulder blades. He started to push up but the slightest shift in her weight was enough to make him stay still. “Oh not yet Speed,” She smiled, her blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

Cannonball Taylor was on his knees, the edge of a samurai sword kissing his throat as the dark haired Bittenfeld leaned almost carelessly against her kanji marked car, her hand tangled in his short hair.

Racer X stepped into the light, hands up to show he was unarmed. “Let them go.” He said moving slowly forward, “Let them go and you can have me.” He watched the hungry looks in their eyes as he slowly unzipped his race suit. “I’ll go with you freely. Just...” His glanced flashed over the three men, his lover, his brother and his respected adversary. All of them in grave danger. “Just let them go.”

“Oh you’re going to need to give us much more than that.” Bittenfeld smirked as she nodded towards his mask.

X’s hands went to the back of his cowl, prepared to reveal his identity if it meant distracting them long enough to get the others free but something metallic closed around his wrists and the warm breath of a presence behind him pulled him up sharp.

“Besides,” a female voice behind him whispered, her words punctuated by the click of the handcuffs. “We couldn’t have this little get-together without you?”

Munnin spun him round, shoving him into the back seat of her blue, black car. He fell gracelessly on top of the bound and gagged Ethan. The raven haired racer called to the others. “Saddle up girls. Let’s party!”