The Lost Daughter

Saving Glacier

"All done!" Pickle cheered.

"Finally!" Crusher slumped down in relief. "That took longer than I expected,"

"Yep! But at least the booth's all set up!"

"Yep," Crusher sighed. "I'm just gonna… go get something to drink, okay?"

"Okay!"

Crusher waved Pickle a goodbye before heading off. He was just about to get some orange juice when he heard tire tracks driving nearby. He turned and hissed to see Glacier driving somewhere. The dark blue truck hid behind some crates and glanced up to make sure the icy blue truck didn't see him.

"HEY, GLACIER!"

Glacier grimaced before turning back to see Dynama drive over to him. She snarled as she crossed her tires.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

"Going to... have fun with the festival," Glacier replied.

"Alone or with someone?" Dynama demanded, gritting her teeth.

"None of your business, sister." Glacier glared daggers at her.

"It IS my business." Dynama grabbed him by the tire, the injured one.

Glacier winced at the pain. "No, it ISN'T."

"You little-" Dynama hissed and slapped him right across the face. "NEVER talk to me like that, you little brat."

"Whatever," Glacier rolled his eyes and turned away.

Dynama snarled. She took out a whip from her bag and waved it at her twin, who yelped as she was hit down. He hissed and glanced back to see Dynama hit him again.

"Ack! STOP!"

"Oh, TRY me with that attitude, twin, and you WILL worry about something WORSE than that burn on your tire." Dynama smirked.

"I-"

WHIP!

Crusher winced as the whip hit Glacier again. He hissed, his lightning markings glowing out of instinct as the whip repeatedly hit the icy blue truck.

"Can you just STOP?!" Glacier snarled, trying to get a grip of the whip as he felt his skin already full of bruises.

"SHUT UP!" Dynama punched him down, knocking him down like a peg.

She then wrapped the whip around his neck (?) and pulled on it, squeezing it tightly. Glacier choked on his own breath as she pulled on the whip.

"Well, good thing I never wanted any sibling around." she smirked. "It's just too bad that you're precious 'boyfriend' won't be hear to hear you scream and watch you die."

Crusher felt himself snap at that.

Yes, Glacier had hurt him. Yes, he had been one of those who had tortured him beyond measure, BUT if THIS was all happening since he left, then he was NOT going to let this slide.

Mean or not, Glacier was STILL his brother.

Nothing was gonna change that.

Glacier was at his final breath as the whip was still pulled on. He shut his eyes, which teared as he hissed and trembled.

He waited.

Waited for his death to come.

He knew he couldn't escape forever.

He couldn't escape his sister forever.

He had to face it.

"DYNAMA!!"

A scream echoed through the air before he heard a thump and a crash. He coughed, forcing his eyes open to see Dynama at some crates, dizzy and knocked out.

"Finally, I've always been wanting to do that,"

He turned to see Crusher standing by his side, a large frying pan in his tires as he growled and gritted his teeth. He then sighed and turned to him.

"You alright?"

"You… helped me…?" Glacier let out a cough as he forced himself up.

"You might have been JUST as cruel, but yes, I did," Crusher nodded and untied the whip around him. "But are you okay?"

"M'fine." Glacier winced. "But why did you help me? And how did you… how much did you hear…?"

"A lot," Crusher sighed. "I… I didn't know you had to go through so much since I left…" He drove closer to him and held his injured tire. "I… I would never want someone to go through what I went through,"

"…" Glacier gulped and turned away. "I… If you're trying to soften me, nerd boy-"

"I've seen you read my books, Glacier," Crusher chuckled, catching the other off-guard. "You are a book nerd as much as I am,"

Glacier hissed, trying to hold in his tears as he tried to pull away. "Stop it. I… I'm not going soft on you just because you saved my life,"

"I'm not betting that you'd do that," Crusher chuckled. "I'm just trying to act like a person, and a concerned brother,"

"...you're not my brother." Glacier shook his head. "Not full blood."

"...so I'm only half?" Crusher winced.

Glacier didn't answer. He hitched his breath before sighing and nodding.

"Yes,"

"I... Well, that explains why everyone hates me so much," Crusher sighed and crossed his brother. "but half or full, you... you're still my brother,"

"...why?" Glacier growled. "I HURT you. I planned to KILL you." He turned to him, gritting his teeth. "HOW COULD YOU STILL USE THAT WORD WHEN I DID SO MUCH TO YOU?!?"

"...because I believe in family," Crusher let out another sigh. "Despite everything that you did... I still think of you as my brother,"

Glacier was shaking now, the tears trying not to fall, but they did anyway. Crusher gave a smile and pulled the other into a hug.

The icy blue truck wanted to push away. He wanted to push the other away, shake him off, deny him.

Just like what his mother taught him.

Just like what his father told him.

That the dark blue truck was never his brother nor his sister.

But unlike any of his family, this truck was holding him. Hugging him. Asking if he was okay.

And he wasn't.

Even HE knew that.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Crusher assured him.

"N-No... it's... it's not..." Glacier hissed and held him closer.

"Okay, maybe not... but you know that I'm right here," Crusher smiled.

"You..." Glacier hissed but fell into his brother's tires more, already exhausted. "Hurt..."

"Yeah... we'll get those injuries healed up, come on," Crusher pulled on him gently.

"Wait!" Glacier caused him to stop.

"What? What is it?" Crusher turned to him, confused.

"I..." Glacier gulped before sighing. "There's... There's something that I need to show you..."