this is an AU of my story. :)

Sheriffs getting too old for this. he's currently in a high speed chase with this reckless car. he can see two adults in the car and he's desperately trying to catch them before they get to Radiator Springs. Sheriff is doing his best to keep up with the car, thats doing its best to shake him, when the car suddenly goes flying off the road. it slams into a large rock and immediately explodes.

"shit!" Sheriff shouts, getting out of his car. "fuck. Doc! Red! I need you two out here right now! I've got a car out here thats exploded! I've got at least two people in the car! active car on fire! active car on fire!" Sheriff shouts. he runs down to the car with his radio attached to his Police uniform. he runs down to the car and works quickly to get the two out. the man is already dead, but Sheriff pulls him out anyway and drags him away. when he runs back to grabs the woman, who he doubts is going to live even if Doc gets there immediately, she's whimpering and mumbling.

"M-Mery... Mery... Mer..." she winces. she's half conscious and just keeps repeating the word. Sheriff leans over her.

"hey, is there someone else in the car?" Sheriff ask.

"m-my baby." she whimpers. Sheriff jerks up and runs over. to his utter horror, there is a car seat in the backseat, but there's no child.

"Sheriff get back!" Doc shouts, grabbing him and yanking him out of the way as Red sprays the car down.

"Doc! there's a baby in that car!" Sheriff shouts, getting up quickly. Doc turns around quickly as Red gets the fire out. Red pokes his head in to the car and shakes his head.

"no kid." he frowns. Sheriff runs over to the woman.

"whats your babys name? were they in the car? how old are they?" Sheriff ask.

"M-Monty... h-he's two..." she whimpers.

"he's two, big enough to walk if he got out." Doc frowns, walking over to the car quickly. "he's not wearing shoes." Doc says, picking up one of the burnt sneakers from the backseat. "call out a search team." Doc says. Sheriff grabs his radio.

"Sheriff to dispatch." Sheriff frowns.

"dispatch." a female voice answers.

"I've got a missing two year old at the site of the car on fire. I need a search team immediately." Sheriff says. "send the whole team, wake the whole fucking town. send everyone." Sheriff orders, heading over to the car. Doc kneels beside the woman.

"we'll find him don't worry. you're both going to be okay." Doc murmurs. "hows the man?" Doc ask, looking at Red. Red shakes his head.

"gone." Red mutters, getting up. the woman grasps Docs arm with surprising strength and he looks back down.

"we're going to find him. its going to be alright." Doc assures. there's nothing he can do for her, she's clinging to life, but until his team gets there with an ambulance, he can't do anything for her. she lets him go and Doc gets up. the search team is there in record time, spreading out everywhere.

"I've got a blood trail!" Sheriff shouts, taking his flashlight and running it over the ground. he follows the trail quickly, several others coming up behind him. "kid! hey! it's gonna be okay! come on out!" Sheriff shouts. he follows the blood trail for nearly 10 minutes, until he comes upon a rock at the end of the trial. "hey buddy." Sheriff smiles at him. the boy jerks away from him, pressing against the rock and blinking at the light in his face. the boy is clutching a bear about as big as he is and is absolutely drenched in blood and covered in ash. "you've got a lot of people out here looking for you. you're scared I know, but its alright." Sheriff murmurs softly, crouching down. he reaches for the boy gently. "come on." Sheriff murmurs. the boy whimpers pulling back, trembling. Sheriff smiles at him a little. "its okay buddy, I'm a police officer, my names Sheriff. come on, I'm gonna take you back to your mom." Sheriff murmurs. the boys trembling but reaches out to Sheriff. the uniform he's wearing brings the boy a small semblance of comfort. the boy curls up in his arms and clings to his bear, going limp. Sheriff runs back to the main scene quickly. "Doc! I got him! he's unconscious!" Sheriff shouts. Doc gets up and runs over, swooping the boy out of his arms gently.

"he's bleeding pretty good but I don't think he's too hurt." Doc murmurs. he kneels beside the woman. "hey. we got him. whats his name?" Doc ask. its silently. Doc tenses a little and feels her neck. with a small frown he stands and runs off to the closest ambulance. she's gone, having lived just long enough to see the safe rescue of her son before giving in.

he rushes the boy back to his clinic quickly. he's not too bad on the outside, but Doc fears the injuries on the inside of the boy. he looks the boy over, patching up all his bumps, bruises, scraps, and cuts. the boy is covered in bruises and Doc knows they're not all from the accident. there's no way they're all from the wreck. Doc can see those bright red and plain as day, already purpling in the shape of the straps from his car seat and such. he frowns looking at the boy, silently wondering the horror this boy has faced in his short life.

its nearing 8 AM, 5 hours later, when Monty stirs and Docs already got a work up of the abuse he's faced. Sheriff had shared what he believed the boys name was and Doc was going to roll with it. Monty whines quietly, slowly sitting up.

"hey buddy." Doc says softly. he's careful. he doesn't want to scar the boy. Monty turns to look at him, blinking quietly. "my names Doc, can you tell me yours?" Doc asks, walking over slowly. Montys eyes are firmly watching every move he makes. he swallows a little and lets out a string of mumbled/stuttered gibberish, before looking up at Doc.

"M-Mo-Mony." Monty mumbles.

"Mony?" Doc ask. the boy stares at him. "you mean Monty? is your name Monty?" Doc ask. the boy nods a little, pulling back from Doc slightly. "okay Monty, I just have a few little tests to run alright? just a few little tests and some questions okay?" Doc ask. Monty watches him and, to Docs surprise, doesn't even fight when he walks over. he does a quick examination of the boy, Monty is extremely cooperative despite the obvious past abuse. the boy can't speak or walk well, Doc finds. the few words that aren't gibberish are stuttered to the point Doc almost can't make out the words. the boy walks like he's just learning to walk. he shakily toddles around a little but mostly gets around by crawling placing. he's abused and neglected and it make Doc frown. the little blond haired blue eyed boy is definitely one of the sweetest kids he's ever encountered. "alright thats a nice bear." Doc murmurs. Monty hugs the bear tightly, giving Doc an almost fearful look. "its okay. look, you take these and draw something and I'll work on some paper work, alright?" Doc asks, laying some crayons and paper in front of the boy. Monty perks up a little immediately reaching for a crayon, but he stops, looking up at Doc hesitantly. "go a head kiddo." Doc smiles a little, Monty takes a crayon happily.

"Doc, hey, is he up yet?" Flo asks walking in. Monty looks over at her and watches her carefully. "Red told me you had a kid here and I wanted to bring him something sweet, poor boys had a hard night." Flo smiles, holding up a slice of pie. Doc smiles at her a little chuckling.

"it'd probably do him some good, he's a little small, but he's been abused so be gentle." Doc smiles a little.

"whats his name?" Flo asks.

"Monty." Doc murmurs, stepping back a little so they don't overwhelm the boy.

"hi there sweetie." Flo smiles, walking over to him. he's carefully watching her. "are you hungry? you want something to eat?" Flo asks, holding the plate out to him. Monty pulls away nervously. "no no, its okay. its alright." Flo assures gently. "its pie, you like pie?" Flo ask. Monty looks down at the plate, then back up at her nervously. "thats a pretty drawing." Flo smiles looking down at the picture. its an old car she's never seen before in brilliant detail. Doc recognizes it though and he looks at the boy, who meets his eye.

"it is a very pretty drawing." Doc murmurs. "thats Flo. she's a friend of mine. she's not gonna hurt you kid. she brought you some pie." Doc says. Doc reaches over and takes the fork from the plate, offering the bite to him. Monty pulls back immediately, turning his head away and flinching. "I know, I'm pretty scary huh? but its just some pie." Doc murmurs. Flo huffs at him and takes the fork, nudging Doc out of the way.

"you get out of here. you're scaring him." Flo frowns. Monty watches her carefully. she turns back to him. "you know, my husband would love to see your picture. he's also an artist." Flo smiles. Monty looks down at his drawing then to her. "and he works on cars too. I bet he'd really like to see your picture." Flo smiles. Monty looks excited at the mention of him working on cars. "you eat this and I'll take you to see his really cool car." Flo offers. Monty seems a little hesitant, but does lean forward after a few minutes. Flo holds the fork out to him and lets him take the bite before he returns to his drawing.

"good. I was afraid I'd end up having to get him kind of meal replacement drink." Doc says. he heads for his desk to work on paper work. Flo smiles at Monty and feeds him while he works on the drawing.

"his legs look... odd." Flo frowns, giving Monty another bite. she turns to look at Doc.

"his legs are bowed pretty good and show signs of... the best way to put it, not having enough room to stretch or learn to walk properly. I've seen the damage to his legs before, generally from older people, generally women, who've been.. stuffed, well say, and forgotten in small containers like boxes or rooms. he's got bowing in a lot of bones, which isn't good. kids gonna be lucky to be 6 years old and not have a hunch in his back." Doc frowns. Flo nods a little giving him another bite.

"you're so cute kiddo." Flo smiles at him watching him draw between bites. they all look over when Sheriff walks in.

"oh hey, figures it wouldn't take you long to get someone new hooked on your pie." Sheriff teases.

"honestly I hope he does get hooked on it. he's two and only about a foot tall. he's severally underweight as well." Doc frowns, looking over at the boy. "I've seen new borns bigger than him." Doc mutters.

"Flo, you mind taking the kid for a bit? I'd like to discuss somethings with Doc." Sheriff says.

"oh sure. of course." Flo smiles. "okay, you finished your pie, you wanna go see some really cool cars?" Flo asks, smiling. Monty seems a little hesitant, but is too excited at the prospect of getting to see a car. he nods and lets Flo pick him up. she heads for the door, but he immediately screams. "hey its alright." Flo soothes. Monty holds his drawing out towards Doc with a string of gibberish flowing from his mouth.

"I'm sorry?" Doc snorts, walking over. Monty shakes the picture at him. "okay. okay. I get it." Doc chuckles, taking the picture. its a beautiful picture of his Hornet, back in its prime before his wreck. "thank you." Doc smiles a little. Monty cuddles to Flo and lets her leave with him. Doc turns around and looks at Sheriff. "whats up Sheriff?" Doc ask.

"alright I found a little out on our mystery kid." Sheriff frowns. "he's Montgomery McQueen, the woman was his mother Michelle McQueen and the man was his father Elliot Fallen. she filed for divorce and apparently disappeared with the kid. he reported them as missing, but upon talking to some cop friends, they were hiding. my guess? he found them." Sheriff frowns.

"kidnap." Doc mutters, shaking his head. "I've found a lot of injuries on the kid." Doc says, handing the other man a large file.

"I'll say." Sheriff frowns, looking through it.

Flo smiles walking into Ramones shop.

"baby, I brought a visitor." Flo calls. Monty squeals excitedly, wiggling. Flo puts him down carefully. he wobbles on his feet and sits himself down. his feet hurt. Doc ended up having to pull glass from them and walking hurts. he squeals and crawls himself over to the nearest car.

"hey baby, whats up?" Ramone grins walking out. "whose the kid?" Ramone ask.

"the kid from last night, he's quite the artist and he's in love with your car I think." Flo chuckles. Ramone looks over at the boy. he's careful not to touch the car, but gets as physically close as he can without touching it, staring at the colors.

"hey kid, don't touch okay? paints still wet on that one." Ramone calls. Monty pulls back quickly shooting a nervous look at Ramone. "don't worry. hey come here. this ones dry." Ramone says, walking over to another car. the boy follows after him. "hey you don't want to crawl around on the dirty floor do you?" Ramone ask. Monty looks at him confused.

"he has a hard time walking. his legs are bowed really bad Ramone." Flo frowns. "Doc says he's got a lot of old injuries and hasn't been treated right." Flo says carefully. Ramone understands that means, Monty is an abused child. Ramone turns and crouches down.

"can I pick you up little man?" Ramone ask. Monty seems a little hesitant but nods, reaching up. Ramone scoops him up gently and carries him over to his own personal car, a 1951 Impala low-rider. "here buddy you can touch this one." Ramone smiles. Monty pulls his hands away quickly, clutching Tommy and whining. he makes a face and turns to Flo whining.

"whats wrong kiddo?" Flo asks walking over.

"I think little guys hungry. why don't you take him to get some brunch?" Ramone smiles, passing Monty off to Flo. Monty cuddles to her and whines.

"yeah okay, I understand, the pie wasn't enough for you kiddo. it's okay. I'm going to take you and get you something to eat. alright?" Flo ask. Monty cuddles to her and nods. Flo carries him over to the diner. "hey look kiddo, its Doc." Flo smiles. Docs sitting with a cup of coffee in one of her booths. "you sit with Doc alright? I'll get you something to eat." Flo smiles, sitting the boy in the booth. Doc looks over.

"hey kid." Doc smiles, ruffling Montys hair. Monty flinches slightly. "oh hey its alright." Doc murmurs, picking him up gently and sitting him on his lap. "let me see your face okay? let me see those bruises." Doc murmurs. Monty whimpers softly, pulling away.

"n-n-no." Monty whimpers.

"you're okay here. I just wanna see." Doc says softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. its okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to look alright?" Doc ask. Monty whines a little, but lets Doc look his face okay. "yeah see? you're okay." Doc smiles at him. the bruises on his face weren't too bad, they'd be alright.

"whats gonna happen to him?" Red asks, walking over and sitting with the two.

"I don't know yet. I really don't." Doc sighs.

"me and Ramone will keep him." Flo says. "we're foster parents after all. we'll keep him." Flo shrugs a little, setting a plate of food in front of Monty. he doesn't reach for it though. he stares at the food, wide eyed, like he's never actually seen this much food in his whole life. with his size, weight, and abusive past, Doc doubts he ever has.

"go a head kiddo. its yours." Doc murmurs. there's cut up pieces of cheese burger, with only cheese on it, some fries, some chicken nuggets, and some mac'n'cheese on the plate. there's ketchup, mustard, and barbecue sauce in little cups to the side for him. Monty stares quickly for a moment before squealing and grabbing a handful of fries, shoving them into his mouth along with half a chicken nugget. "hey, hey slow down its not going anywhere." Doc assures, reaching to pull the plate away so he'll chew his food instead of full on swallowing it whole. the moment his mouth is empty, he stares at the plate. the wheels in his head are turning. he's thinking. instead of reaching for the plate, he screams and sinks his teeth into Docs hand growling. "hey!" Doc shouts.

"Monty no!" Flo says, trying to pull the boy off Docs hand without hurting him. Monty lets go and squirms himself free from Flo, running off to hide under another table, whimpering.

"you guys scared him." Red frowns.

"he bite me." Doc glares.

"you took his food away." Flo frowns. Doc frowns a little, looking at the bite mark on his hand. he's got a perfect bite mark and its bleeding. Monty presses his back to the wall beside the booth he's hiding under when Flo walks over. "its okay sweetie." Flo assures. "come on." Flo murmurs. Doc cleans up his hand, the kid has a bite like an alligator.

"damn kid got me good." Doc mutters. he shakes his hand off, looking over at Flo. Monty whines, covering his mouth, turning his head away, almost like he's protecting his mouth. "he thinks we're gonna pull his teeth now. he's got a broken tooth that someones obviously tried to pull." Doc mutters.

"no its alright here, what if I bring you the plate?" Flo asks. she takes the plate of food and pushes it towards Monty. he looks at the plate longingly, his stomachs growling, but he's not budging. he's trembling and refuses to move his hands from his mouth. he won't even reach for the plate. Red walks over and moves Flo out of the way crouching down a little. he smiles at Monty and holds his bear out to him.

"I think you dropped this." Red murmurs. Monty stares at his beloved bear in Reds hand, then looks at Red. "come on out. no one's going to hurt you. no one's angry. it was an accident yeah? Doc shouldn't have taken your food should he? he never should've touched your food." Red murmurs. he picks up a french fry and offers it to Monty. Monty stares at the fry a moment, his stomachs growling loudly. he can't ignore it. he wants the food. he really wants it. "its yours come on. I know you're hungry." Red says softly. and the boy is, he's starving. the small piece of pie Flo brought him earlier hadn't held him off long. Monty lurches forward, snatches the fry and slams himself back against the wall, shoving the fry in his mouth. Red smiles and picks up the plate. "come on back to the table." Red smiles reaching for his hand. Monty is hesitant, but he can't deny the need for food anymore. he's had a little taste and he needs more. he inches out, glancing fearfully at Doc.

"is he okay?" Doc asks, looking up from his hand.

"he's fucking terrified, but I don't think he hurt himself." Flo says. Monty lets Red pick him up and put him back down in the booth to eat. Doc frowns and looks at Monty.

"I'm sorry I scared you kid, are you okay?" Doc ask. Monty stares at him quietly, before his eyes land on the plate of food again. he reaches for it immediately and grabs another handful of fries, shoving them into his mouth. Doc frowns, but doesn't want to hurt or scare the kid again, but he's ready to jump up if the boy shows signs of choking. "you shouldn't have made him such a big plate, he's gonna eat himself sick." Doc frowns.

"I'm not going to take it from him now. I'm not losing my hand." Flo frowns, watching the boy shovel food into his mouth.

"I'm going to go patch up my hand and see if we can't get this settled. you guys take care of him." Doc says, carefully getting up from the booth. Monty doesn't even notice. Doc nods to himself and leaves. Flo figures she can take him home and put him down for a nap in a bit, but right now he seems content to sit with Red and eat. she wonders how the boy will handle living with her and Ramone, before shaking it off and smiling. he'd be fine.