Duel

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Summary: Kevin throws down the gauntlet.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: R
SERIES/SETTING: Path of Thorns
CHARACTERS: Kevin Harvick, Dale Earnhardt Jr, Kevin POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #82 (#56 for me) - Utopia
COMPLETED: February 10, 2008
WORDS: 1,241
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 is the fic I’ve been waiting for. It’s just the beginning and I can’t wait to see the sparks fly. Time for Junior to know how he really fits.
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Daytona Preseason Thunder Testing - Daytona, FL: January 14, 2008

“This is all your fault, Kevin.  You and your stupid, childish bet.  How is it possible for you to be such a complete idiot?  Bad enough you made a bet you couldn’t even win, but did you have to ruin everyone else’s life in the process?  I swear if you would just think for once in your life--”

“Would you give it a rest, D?  You been on this for fucking weeks.  I’m sorry I didn’t bring you Earnhardt for Christmas.  Dear God you’d think I’d brought about the end of the damn world,” I snap as I pull on my other racing shoe and try to balance the cell phone on my shoulder.  Stupid Adidas.  I hate these fucking shoes.  I liked my old ones even if they had to be made special.  Stupid Earnhardt and his stupid, fucking sponsors.

“It’s not about fucking Earnhardt.  It’s about Athena calling me crying her eyes out.  You realize she’s going to have to go back to Kansas?  She doesn’t have anything here.  Her entire life was wrapped up in that cock sucking teammate of yours. “

“Nice language, sweetheart,” I mock her and push my way to my feet.  I’ve got to get out to the garage for practice.  I really don’t have time to stand in the hauler and argue with her long distance.  “D, I don’t know what you expect me to do--”

“You can take some responsibility for your actions for once.  They were happy, Kevin, happy before you and your stupid little stunt.  If you hadn’t sent him after Earnhardt--”

“Then we could be fucking him instead?  Don’t play all holier than thou with me D, you know damn well you wanted him too.  Hell, I didn’t know Junior would fucking ruin him.”  Storm out of the hauler and head for the garage, trying to keep my voice down.  “Look, tell her she can stay as long as she wants, maybe he’ll come to his damn senses.  It’s Earnhardt’s fucking fault anyway.”

“No, it’s your fault, Kevin.  All yours and your stupid, immature games.  If you could just grow up for once--”

“Dammit D would you just let it go?  I didn’t know, ok?  Would you just get the fuck over it?”  Slam my phone closed and shove it in my pocket as I storm into the garage, a black mood wrapped around me like a shroud.  Feel my phone vibrate and reach to shut it off.  I don’t need this now.  I need to focus on the damn car and not on the ridiculous turn of events that all go back to--

“Marital problems?”

Spin around and glare when I see him looking at me smugly.  “At least I can get a woman to hang around more than a weekend,” I snap.  “What do you do to run them off?  Is it the fact that there’s nothing more to you than a flashy name and pocket full of cash that sends them running for cover?”  His face turns cold as ice and he shoots me a look that might intimidate a lesser man.  But he can give me all the dirty looks he wants.  I’m not one to be intimidated and he’s only a pale shadow of what his daddy was.

“Who says I ain’t the one sending them packin’ for something better?  What’s wrong, you jealous or something?” 

“Hardly,” I snort at him and shake my head.  “I could do better than your pale, lanky ass.  Hell, I have, on more than one occasion.”  Smirk at him and relish the pissed off look on his face.  Fucking asshole.  Clint’s completely cock whipped by this arrogant son of a bitch and I have no use for him.  Shit, I’m actually glad I didn’t win the bet.  He’d probably be following me around like a damn dog.

“Yeah?  But you couldn’t get ol’ Shifty, could you?”  Glare as he moves closer and lowers his voice, his smooth southern drawl making him all the more infuriating.  “I bet you’d love to know what his tight ass feels like.  How his pretty little mouth would feel around your cock.  I bet you’ve dreamed of his hands on you, pounding you into next week.”  Practically snarl as he pulls back and crosses his arms, shooting me a smug look.  “Ever get too curious come on by and I’ll tell you all about it.”

“You son of a bitch,” I spit out and lunge for him but I can’t seem to make any ground.  That’s when I realize Todd’s got his arms around my waist, jerking me back hard. 

“Cool it Harvick, you wanna make the highlight reel tonight?  Get in your damn car and give it a rest.” 

Shove his hands off of me and pull away sharply.  “Back off Todd, this doesn’t concern you.”  Turn to head towards my car but freeze when I hear laughter behind me. I swear I’m gonna break his scrawny, red neck.  Spin around and glare when I’m met with dancing blue eyes that I’d love to beat black.  Fucking bastard.  How dare he think he’s better than me.  How dare he walk in and take everything away.

“You really shouldn’t scowl so much.  It’s that attitude of yours that’s probably making all your hair fall out.”

Rush at him again, intent on knocking some sense into his smug ass when suddenly there’s an immovable red wall separating us and I want to scream in frustration.  Glare at him over his cousin’s shoulder and growl out at him, “Let me know when you wanna stop hiding behind your cousin and finish this.  Funny, I never pegged you for such a damn coward.”  Pause for a moment as all levity leaves his face and I know exactly how to twist the knife.  “I bet your daddy would be so proud.”

“That’s enough, Harvick,” Tony snaps at me and shoves me backwards before turning to speak under his breath to Junior.  Watch as he tries to push past his cousin to get to me and now it’s my turn to smile.  He’s pissed, losing control, and right now that’s the best I can hope for.  This isn’t over by a long shot but at least I know I can get under his skin just as much as he gets under mine.

Lock eyes with him and I can see his hatred, just as deep as mine, reflected back at me.  I never wanted him here.  It’s time he knew it.  The media took pleasure painting this as a glorious home coming for him, going back to his Daddy’s team to form some kind of super new world order.  They can shove it up their collective asses.  And if he thinks I’m gonna stand by and kiss his ass like the rest of the world he’s got another thing coming.

“This isn’t over, Harvick,” he spits out at me and I just give him the most saccharine smile I can muster.

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