Karma

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Summary: What goes around comes around.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG-13
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr, Kyle Busch, Kevin & DeLana Harvick, Dale Jr POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #165 (#140 for me) - Crushed
COMPLETED: September 16, 2008
WORD COUNT: 877
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: Let’s just say...not for Shrub fans.
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Chevy Rock n Roll 400 – Richmond, VA – September 12, 2009

I shouldn’t feel this way and I know it, but I can’t help myself.  I don’t know what kind of person that makes me and somehow I don’t seem to care.  It’s not like I’d ever tell anyone anyway.  Not my sister, not my closest friends, not a one because you can’t really say this kinda thing and not have people look at you funny.  Nice people don’t take pleasure in other’s misery but…I can’t help it.

I like to see him hurt.

I never really thought much of him before the whole team switch and to be honest I didn’t think much of him after it.  Rick brought me into HMS and he decided to let him go.  How did that involve me?  I didn’t think anything about it until he made a damn issue over it.  Every single chance he got that little fuckwad would rub my face in it.  Everyone with eyes knows he wrecked me deliberate that day here in Richmond.  And I took the high road…until I got the chance to pay him back when we came back to Virginia.  All’s fair in love and racing, right?

It should’ve ended there.  We were even.  He was successful with his new team, I was happy at Hendrick no matter how we were running, so why did he continue to pick and pick at me anytime anyone stuck a microphone in his face?  Why couldn’t he let it go?  It used to grate on me even though I never said a thing, but now I think I can finally stop worrying about it.  Because now he knows exactly what it’s like to fail.

And boy is it sweet to watch.

He’s had so much damn fun ripping me in every way he could think of when my career didn’t skyrocket once I walked through the door at HMS.  If anyone should know what it’s like there, how tough it is to break in and be part of the team, it should be him.  But he doesn’t care.  Fuck no, it’s much more fun to go on and on about how Junior’s failed.  Well guess what buddy, you just joined the fuckin’ party.  Maybe Kev and I should throw you a biggest loser party because you just blew more than either one of us ever have.  And I’m lovin’ every minute of it.

It’s funny, really, how he’s trying to kiss everyone’s ass now that’s it waaaaaay too damn late.  I caught his interview in the hauler and it was all I could do not to laugh my ass off right there.  Poor little Kyle, all choked up and kissing everyone’s ass, playing the part of the “gracious loser” when we know he’s anything but.  Pretend all you want “Rowdy,” we all know the real you.  We know the you who stomped off after finishing second and pissed on all the records you’ve tied or broken.  I hope one day someone pisses all over yours and I hope you’re right there to see it all. 

Karma’s a bitch, man, and you’re rolling in it.

Make my way towards my bus and I catch sight of him against the side of the media center, cornered by some more of the press.  Grin slowly and pause to watch.  I hope they rub plenty of salt in the wounds and from the look on his face I have no doubt they’re doing their jobs well.  Gotta say, it’s pretty nice being invisible tonight. 

Continue on to the coach lot and I can’t wipe the smile off my face.  I know we had a shitty run tonight but I just don’t care.  The team is coming together.  We should be more than ready to compete next year.  It’s been a slow process but I wouldn’t trade it for his fleeting success even for a second.  Anything’s better than being known as NASCAR’s biggest choke…or was that joke?  Like it matters.  He’s shown how pathetic he is two years running come Chase time and I love it.  I’m actually hoping next year he’ll give us all a three peat of suck to enjoy.

Yeah, I am that much of a bastard.

And there’s one other person I know who feels the same way.  Actually, there’s two of them.  Pull out my cell and text Mike that I’ll be finding another way home then pass on by my coach to see they’re already heading out.  Perfect timing.  I’m ready to get out of here too.  “Hey, y’all mind some company?”

My favorite couple stops and turns their heads to look at me just as they reach his Tahoe.  One look and I don’t even have to wait for an answer.  We’re all in the same boat this year and it’s gonna be a fun ride home.  Kev’s never afraid to say everything I won’t and I’m definitely in the mood to hear it.  I bet even D’s gonna let loose tonight.  I can’t wait.  Who knows, maybe Harvick might even have a nice “Congrats for missing the Chase, you fucking dickwad” prank planned.  If not I think I might need to suggest one.

That’s right, Shrub.  What goes around comes around and it’s coming right for you.

Damn, I love Richmond.

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