S A R A H O ' R E I L L Y
Miracles right before my eyes
You sexy thing got me hypnotized

Leaping over the door of the Porsche, that Jethro absolutely refused to let her drive after finding out about what she did to her own car, Sarah thought she would push his buttons a little. Her hand ran along the rear of her jeans, feeling for her phone but it wasn’t there, as she had planned. ”Hold on!” She was already getting cringes and gestures from her leap out of the car instead of just opening the door. What was the point of having a convertible if you couldn’t look cool getting in and out of it? Sarah leaned over the side of the car and stretched down under the dashboard to retrieve her cellular device. ”What are you doing?! I just got this thing waxed!” At that, Sarah let her feet lift off the ground so she was balancing over the door. ”Relax. I dropped my phone.” She stretched and almost slid under the dash before catching herself on the windshield. ”Okay, I’ll get it. Just, back away slowly.” Jethro leaned to meet Sarah under the dash, the end result being their heads banging together. ”Ow! Fuck you, Cohen!” Sarah leaned out of the car, standing back on her feet and holding the side of her head that was now throbbing. ”Oh, shut up. Here.” Sarah snatched her cell from his grasp. Quite a friendly relationship they had.

"So, is your car going to be fixed by today, or do I have to come pick you up?" While Sarah was returning her cell phone to her back pocket she looked toward the garage, squinting against the midday sun. "Who knows." She turned back to look at Jethro just as a not so pleasant expression fell from his face. "What? It's not like I'm holding you hostage. Anyway, I think I'll just hang at Makai after. I'm sure I can find a way home from there." Her eyebrows rose in a flirtatious way before giving Jethro a wink. He sighed heavily and reached over to shift his Porsche out of Park. "Call me later, I'll come get you." Sarah only smiled, knowing that no matter how much he didn't want to be her chauffeur, he also didn't like the idea of her finding a total stranger to hitch a ride from. Wouldn't have been the first time and he knew that. "How cute that you care about the slut junkie. Time for community service hours again? I'm sure it would be much simpler candy striping at the hospital." She smiled sweetly, kidding but mildly serious. "Stop it. I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I'm trying to help you out." Sarah's grin swung down so fast it would have given anyone whiplash, she scowled. "Help me out? I don't need your help.. Now irritated, Jethro rolled his eyes to the sky. "Maybe not, but you want it. You wanted Kyle's help to, I think you still do." Sarah's hands were gripping fiercely against the top of the car. "How do you know about that?" With a shrug, Jethro dropped his glasses from the top of his head over his eyes. "People talk. Call me later." Sarah's hands released their grip so Jethro could drive away without dragging her along with. She glared at his Hawaii license plate through the cloud of dust. "Stupid shiny Porsche owner." She mumbled through gritted teeth.

Sarah stood fuming in the lot of the garage for about another thirty seconds before turning on her heel and marching toward the garage. She was going to get her car back today, or find another ride. Jethro was a good friend, but their friendship was one that shouldn't be tested for long periods of time unless it was over beer and pretzels. She would ask Kyle, but that would seem to obvious. Maybe Noelle would do it, just until her car was back in her possession and in working order. She didn't know what she had to offer Noelle to persuade her to do it. Jethro was easy, she could just threaten him. Noelle might actually do it out of the kindness of her heart, but even she would get fed-up after a while, because face it, Sarah wasn't exactly the most pleasant person on Maui. Noelle's cheery demeanor might be better suited for other suckers.

Sarah kicked up a cloud of dust while aiming to strike at a small stone before she hit the shadow of the garage. She opened the door to the office and stepped out of the sunlight into the cool lobby, pulling off her shades. "Hey, Doc." She greeted the owner, leaning over the counter to look down at the paperwork in front of him. "Afternoon 'Reilly." He liked to call her that, and was about the only person that did. "So, what's the diagnosis on my baby?" She bounced on the balls of her feet, watching Doc anxiously as he pulled off his glasses and dug through his paperwork for what she assumed was her file. "There was a lot of damage to the chassis and your pressure valves aside from the whole top being crushed in. You're going to need a lot of body work done." Sarah bit her lip, sliding off the counter, afraid to ask the most obvious of questions. "Time?" Doc only shrugged. "Could be a while. I've still got parts coming in and I'm sorry to say yours isn't the only car in the shop." "Months then?" Doc nodded, turning over a sympathetic look. Sarah didn't bother asking how much it was going to cost since Doc had arrangements with all the racers who brought their cars to him. "Don't worry, I've got one of my best guys on it. They're in the second hole around back." Sarah turned her head to look out the door where Doc was pointing, sliding her sunglasses back over her eyes. "Thanks, Doc."

Walking casually with her hands hanging out of the back pockets of her jeans, she looked into each hole as she passed it, checking out the tin that resided in them. None of the cars she recognized as a racer, until viewing the back end of her own GT. From the angle she was at, it looked all right except for a dented bumper and broken tail light. However, taking a few more strides to get a better view, she cringed at the scrap metal. Having a split second thought about salvaging the car for a new one, but she couldn't do that, this was her first real racing car. The one they had given her back when she first got into the business was some old Nissan that had seen better days, but it was always the driver that won the races, not the car.

Sarah moved closer to the car, falling into the shadows again and removing her glasses to rest on top of her hair. Now that she was in the garage, she could hear the radio trying to blare some rock song over a fit of static. Her eyes scanned the small space for the guy Doc said was supposed to be working on her car, but couldn't see him until his head bobbed into view under the twisted hood of her car. Slowly, she stretched to get a better look, while inching her way around the car and a mess of tools and parts. Her face became curious when she began to get a better view, never having seen this guy before. She stopped moving when she saw he was leaning up from his work and turned around to the table behind him, throwing down a socket wrench and grabbing a soiled rag to wipe his hands. "Oh my God." She tried not to express her awe too loudly when her eyes fell upon one of the most gorgeous creatures God put on the planet. The heat rushed to her head then seeped through the rest of her body as her eyes flew to every inch she could reach. Her head tipped upward and she grinned at the ceiling. "Thank you." She squeaked to God, or whichever angel sent her this amazing gift.

Deciding that he was much to perfect to disturb, Sarah lowered her head and took advantage while she could. Thinking there was a sturdy object next to her for her to lean on, she stretched her arm down to do so, resting on the head of a hammer that was hanging over the sawhorse only a few inches away. The hammer flipped off the sawhorse from Sarah's weight and the force of gravity set in, sending Sarah falling at a weird angle into the Craftsman toolbox that was only a head shorter than her. She didn't scream, as most girls probably would, but her stomach lurched at the instant free-fall into the toolbox, tipping the entire thing over. The banging and crashing that followed probably alerted all of Maui that Sarah O'Reilly had just made the best entrance she would ever regret.

TAG; Dean Forester
STATUS; COMPLETED!
WORD COUNT; 1542
LYRICS; You Sexy Thing - Hot Chocolate
AVATARS; Me!
NOTES; Hehehe, well that was fun. =D