Shift, Drive, Push
Rating: R - For language and adult situations
Disclaimer: This is a toughie. It's technically a fanfiction of my
fanfiction. And some of the people are alternate personalities of real
people. So whoever owns what gets to keep it. That works.
A/N: Before you start to read this, there's a couple of things that I need
to explain. First, the disclaimer is completely accurate. I'll get to
that in a second. Second, this is not all my work. Actually, most of it
is actually written by a rather talented writer and some of it I have
written and then more of that I've put my own flavor into it. I think
you'll see what I mean as the story progresses. Right now, it's considered
to be a joint work. So, what the hell was I talking about in the
disclaimer then? Okay, if you have read the J & J series, then you know
Kat from #7. Kat is actually a real person and I borrowed a personality of
hers for that story. She asked me for a cameo and I needed a bad influence
on Kay and she was quite pleased to go from a cameo to a major character.
But in the meantime, as the real Kat read the story, she was wondering
about story Kat. How did she get there and why she was the way she was.
To make a long story short we started talking, the talking turned into
collaborating and now there's a new fic which is based off of the J & J
series. Hope you guys enjoy. And remember, Kat is a relatively new writer
and she's nervous about this fic, so send her lots of reviews, okay?
You ever see those movies all the old folks talk about? You know the ones,
the pre-pulse movies where boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, boy chases
girl, boy and girl fall in love and then live happily ever after? The
cheesy, no good, not gonna happen, give you false hopes and dreams sorts.
Well, if that's what you're looking for then you're in the wrong place so
get the hell out.
I'm not one for fairytales, and my life sure as hell isn't now, nor ever
has been one. If you're coming here and barging in on my life then don't
be offended by what I say, what I do, or any other of the various things
you might take offense at. I'm not in the business of caring about you or
what your petty mind is conjugating. You can't live like that these days,
you gotta look out for yourself. Out here you can't afford to slip up or
else you're out on the streets, or worse; dead.
Sure it's a tough world, but as a guy told me once, I've got platinum balls
so I manage. I got me a place to live, it's an old junkyard from way back
when. It's a nice place really. It's got that nice dirt, grease, and old
car smell to it. I love that smell. Reminds me of my babies; my cars.
They're the one constant in my life. Knowing when I come home I've got my
cherries waiting to be worked on. I've been in this dive for going on four
or so years I guess.
I'd been running for two days straight and had crawled in the back of a
random junked up car. It was the best random thing I've ever done, come to
find out. The next morning some guy was looking me over, he asked what I
was doing and I told him to fuck off. He shrugged and said I wasn't fine
enough to waste a good hand-job on. That got me out of the junked up car
and shooting a glare his way. He looked a couple years older than me, a
bit of peach fuzz dotted his upper lip. He must've been a few inches
taller than me, lean and slender. Okay, in one word, he was Hot. I noticed
his elevator eyes on me and rolled my own, "Thought I wasn't worth your
He shrugged, "You're not, but I gotta know what sorts are sneaking into my
"Oh please." I scoffed, "How is this your 'crib'? It's a junk yard in the
middle of LA. And I wasn't sneaking, I just needed a place to crash before
I dropped from exhaustion." Now normally, I wouldn't even share that much
with the guy, but hey, he wasn't chasing me off, so I figured I might be
able to score a place to settle down. I'd been gone long enough for the
cops to have given up on my ass, anyway.
Speaking of which, looked like the perve before me was a bit enamored with
mine. I smirked and jutted out one hip, "So, you going to kick me out or
invite me to stay."
The guy blinked, "Huh?"
I grabbed my bag from the car I'd slept in and walked next to him, patting
him on the chest, "Come on, Sparky, time to show me around my new home."
"What? No," he objected. Granted he didn't sound very convincing but
still, it was an objection. I looked up at him and smiled innocently,
Apparently that was a good enough for him cause he gave me a curt nod back
and led me through the junk yard to a grubby shack I'd come to know as
home. It was bigger than it looked on the inside. One wall was a wall of
cars and the others were comprised of different metals, boards, and a
couple other questionable materials, either way they looked like they were
about to come down. There were a few random crates, an old bed and ratty
"Nice." I offered, only to receive a grunt in return.
He surveyed the room, as if scanning if it was safe then pointed to the
couch, "You can put your shit there."
I nodded my thanks and dropped onto the couch, "Rad."
"Rad?" the guy scoffed.
I shot him and annoyed look, "Yeah, Rad. If you don't like it you can kiss
"You're not very gratefully for someone who was just given a free place to
He reprimanded, walking to the bed and laying down.
"My apologies." I sneered sarcastically.
He raised his head in my direction, "Chill with the sarcastic sentiments or
I'm dropping your ass."
My eyebrows raised, "Wow, a three syllable word, don't hurt yourself,
"Scott." He growled.
"My name is Scott."
I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, "Name's Kat."
And that's how it all started. He and I lived together, mostly keeping out
of each other's way at first, but eventually we got to be more acquainted.
After a month or so I found out he'd only been in the yard a couple weeks
before I showed up. When I asked him why he let me stay he told me I had a
nice rack. Who was I to argue?
* * * *
I have to admit, it was weird. All of a sudden I was living with a guy I
hardly knew. And it's not like I could get to know him either, he was the
real secretive type. I'd attempt to ask him questions, even such simple
ones as his favorite color and only get a grunt or shrug in reply. But I
didn't push him, I mean, the guy was giving me free room and board,
providing me food and blankets and basically taking care of me. God I
We mostly stayed out of each other's way and let bygones be bygones. At
least until we had to semi-join forces.
It was just going to be another day in the life of Scott, Kat, and the Junk
yard. Or so I'd thought the night before. But when I was awoken to the
sound of male voices arguing, one of which was Scott, I knew something was
up. So much for just another day, I thought as I scrambled out of bed to
pack up my few belongings. If it was the cops or someone looking for
trouble; someone looking for me.No. I shook my head. My hands were
shaking as I grabbed my bag. It was the cops, I knew it and this time
there was no escaping them. I was sure to be caught. I stopped and
listened as I heard Scott's voice rise. He was being pretty stubborn about
something. The other voice argued back something about a permit or a
lease. My mind whirred as I put together what was going on.
My heartbeat settled as the last puzzle piece slid into place. It was just
another sleazy sector cop looking to put some pathetic squatters out a roof
over their heads. It happened every few months and was really just a ploy
for the boys to take home a little extra for the missus. It was corrupt,
but then who isn't now days?
I could tell from the strangled sounds coming from Scott that the arguing
was not going in his favor so I glanced at my image in an old, cracked, and
smudged mirror we'd found one day. I looked alright in my boxer shorts and
sports bra, it would most likely be good enough for what I needed too. I
knew how to convince the guy to let us stay, I'd done it before and I was
sure this wouldn't be the last time I'd have to do it either.
I put on my best smile as I stepped out of the shack, "Scott, sweetie,
what's going on?" Both the sector cop and Scott froze and turned to look
"What else are you hiding in there boy?" the Cop asked, giving me a once
I looked at Scott and had to count to three to keep from bursting out
laughing. His look was classic, he looked confused and shocked all in one.
I looked back at the sector cop and then had to count to three just to keep
from sneering at him. The look on his face made my skin crawl. I was
fresh meat to him and I could tell this guy really liked fresh meat. Now I
know that my outfit hugged all the right places and showed off enough of me
to look good, but still. Ew. The guy was practically drooling. I'd had
people look at me like that before and had always hated it, this one was no
different, except he had creepy written all over him on top of it all. I
wanted to pull Scott in front of me and hide myself from his carnivorous
look but forced myself to keep the smile on my face.
"Baby," I purred, sashaying to wards Scott, "Why didn't you tell me we had
company?" Scott's face lost all its color and his jaw dropped as he tried
to stammer a response. He looked so cute. I smiled at him and gently
pushed his mouth closed with my fingers as I winked at him before turning
to the sector cop. "And what can I do for you, Mr. Policeman?"
The man's face broke into a sickly grin, "I was just checking for a permit,
"A permit?" I feigned a look of worry and bit my lip, "Oh dear, what if we
don't have a permit?"
If at all possible the man's smile deepened as he outright roved my body
with his eyes, "Well, I guess I'll have to charge you a fine."
My hand lightly played on my stomach, "But oh." I replied, looking up at
him from under my eyelashes, "I don't seem to have any money either." My
finger traveled up my body as I brought it to my mouth, lightly sucking on
"Well," he leered, adjusting his utility belt, "I might be bale to arrange
something in return for." he trailed off, his eyes landing on my breasts.
Inwardly I groaned. Guys and boobs, it's just fatty breast tissue, but to
them they're practically the equivalent of gold or something. His look
almost made me puke, and I had to remind myself that this was my home on
the line to keep my cool. Closing my eyes I lifted my sports bra up over
my breasts and then slipped it off my head, "How's this officer?" I asked
Be hind me I heard Scott's breath catch, which made me smirk. I looked over
my shoulder to see his wide eyed, red face. I turned back to the sector
cop and took a step forward, "Do we have a deal?" I asked, putting my hand
The cop looked at my hand and waved it off before giving a small nod and
I let out my breath and untangled my bra, slipping it over my head before
turning to face Scott whose face was still an interesting shade of red,
"Well, glad that's over with." I tossed out, walking towards the shack.
I.I was handling it." Scott stammered, following behind me.
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes, "I could tell too. I mean, you yelling at him
was really getting somewhere."
Scott shrugged, "Whatever."
"Oh come on now," I teased, "don't get your boxers all in a bunch cause I
can do something you can't. Trust me, if I could trade you so I could pee
standing up." I stopped, noticing the look on Scott's face, "Fine," I
sighed, "I just wanted to help, Scott. And besides, I got us this place
for another couple months or so. The least you could do is thank me."
"Thank you?" Scott asked, bewildered, "For letting some ogre ogle your
I turned to face him, hands on my hips, "Hey, you said so yourself, I've
got a nice rack. Besides, I've dealt with scum like that before. We're
good, no biggie, can you just let it go?"
"I could have dealt with him just fine with out you interfering," he
I sighed and threw up my hands, "I was just trying to pitch in, Okay? I
mean, what were you going to do? Nothing short of killing him would have
satisfied the weasel if it was from you."
Scott glared at me and stalked off, dropping to the bed, "I was handling
I stood over him, "Get off it, Scott."
"Whatever." He answered bitterly, rolling over.
That was it, he was being a little bitch about it, "Dammit Scott!" I
yelled, "I don't know what to say. I heard you guys arguing and just
wanted to help out, to pitch in, to repay you."
He looked up at me, "Repay me?"
"Yes, repay you." I continued, the volume of my voice slightly lowering,
"I've been here going on two months now and every day you bring food,
drinks, blankets, pillows, a mirror.And what do I do? Nothing, I sit and
complain about being bored or not having anything to do. Forgive me for
wanting to be able to do something for once. I hate feeling so helpless." I
sat down on the edge of the bed in a huff, hanging my shaking head in
"Okay." Scott mumbled.
I looked over at him, "Okay?"
He nodded, "Yeah, okay. Thanks. I." he stopped as if trying to figure out
his words, "I may be able to get you all that stuff, but I guess there are
things I can't get. That you can with your." he started stammering and I
grinned at him.
I leaned over and gave him a hug, "Thanks Scott."
"Yeah." He rolled onto his back, looking up at me, "So you want to help
"God yes." I breathed.
He pursed his lips and stared at the ceiling for a moment, "Okay."
"Okay?" I questioned.
"You can help me." He nodded.
My eyes widened, "Really?"
His eyes met mine, "Only if you're willing to listen to me and do what I
tell you when I tell you."
I nodded back at him, "Just as long as it's not too bizarre, I think I can
"It's not going to be easy." He added, "You're going to have to work hard
and be able to pick up on things quick."
I smiled and leaned over him, causing him to squirm uncomfortably "I think
I can manage, Sparky."