Team Bear

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Summary: Rain sucks.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG
SERIES: Bear on the Wall: Conversations from the Garage and Beyond
CHARACTER: Kevin Harvick, Todd Berrier, Clint Bowyer, Kevvie!Bear POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #135 (#110 for me) - Nihilism
COMPLETED: February 24, 2009
WORD COUNT: 652
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was definitely harder than usual but I really wanted a Daytona fic too. Also, if you are enjoying this series you really need to check out Zippit’s K.D. Harvey Show. I’ve been betaing it and I swear I laughed so hard I almost cried. ;)
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: This takes place after the red flag during the Daytona 500 and before the race was called.
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Post Daytona 500 - Daytona, FL - February 15th, 2009

“You’re still carrying around that bear?”

“What?  You saw what happened in the Duel.  I was second today.  He brings me luck.”

“I think you’re nuts.”

“You’ve always thought I was nuts, Todd.  How is this any different?”

“Whatever works, Kev, whatever works.”

Well I’m glad to hear that I’m part of the team guys, but do you think you could stop carrying me around by my neck, Green Eyes?  Seriously.  You need to talk to Ella!bear.  She knows how you’re supposed to carry a bear, but maybe that’s because she’s all carried around too.  C’mon now, you don’t see Poppa Ella!bear carrying her by her neck.  Be niiiiiiiiiiiiice!

“So you think this is it?  Rain’s comin’ down pretty good.”

“Radar’s been lookin’ bad all day.  We lose the track, we’re done.  Hard to believe for the 500.”

“Another lap and we might’ve had it, but if this is it, least we’ll be returning the favor to Kenseth.  I can live with that.”

Well I sure can’t!  This can’t be it, Green Eyes.  There’s more race to run.  Who cares about that other yellow car.  It’s not near as pretty as Big Yellow.  We should have dragged him out of the way or moved him like Green Energy did the Bull car.  It can’t end this way.  It can’t!  That makes the whole last two weeks pointless!

“Hey Harvick, we damn near had it.  You, me and AJ were on a roll there.”

“Least you didn’t end up on your roof this time, Shifty.”

“I’m never living that down, am I?”

“You were on fire.”

“Good point.  So, you still got your little friend riding shotgun, huh?”

“He helped me beat your ass back at Hee Haw.”

“Ain’t that still under appeal.”

“Told you there’s no appeals.  Two against one.”

“Why does the bear get a vote?”

Because I beat your ass Cowboy!  That’s why.  Green Eyes and I took you down and you know it.  And I’m not nothing by the way.  I’m part of the team.  Green Eyes said so when he put me in the car.  By the way…did you know you have a dorky looking hand with a face on your chest?

“Because he was the only other witness.  How’s that?”

“You better be careful carrying him around like that.  Someone might just try to take your lucky charm.”

Hey now!  I’m not just a piece of meat you know.  Now when are we gonna get back out on the track?  We need to hurry.  I think I’m starting to get a little wet here.  Hey, wait!  What are you doing?  Give me back!

“Dammit, Shifty, you’re gonna get him all wet.  Give him back.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to put him in my car.  Let him see what it’s like with a real driver.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’d love flying out the window when you’re on fire upside down in the grass.”

“Hey that only happened once!”

Upside down?  In the grass?  On fire?  I think not Cowboy.  GIVE ME BACK!  Green Eyes is a good driver.  We were almost winning.  Come drag with us and you can win too but give me back!  Give me back now.  I’m getting wet!

“Ah hell, it’s coming down harder.  Guess I better head for the press conference.  Gimmie.”

“Catch.  Yeah, no way they’re drying alla this shit.  Pretty sad if you ask me.”

“Damn right.  Maybe you’ll get ‘em next year Bowyer, you’ll just have to get past me first.”

“Yeah, yeah, go have fun.  I’m outta here.”

Don’t.  Throw.  Me.  Green Eyes, now would be the time to hold me tighter.  Thank you.  Now I’m not getting wet.  Stupid Cowboy.  Glad you’re happy again but no more throwing me!!!  We need to settle this on the baby track if you want to really be part of our team. Just pick the time buddy boy, we have the place!

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