Disclaimer: not mine ok. Explains itself.

A/N: please review so I can improve my writing.

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Doc woke up because of knocking on his door.

"Who needs me in the middle of the night?" Doc grumped.

He drove to the door and opened it. He saw nobody. Suddenly he heard a small whimper. He looked down and saw a little basket, with a moving blanket and a letter inside.

He moved the blanket aside and saw a small, pale, red stock car, that obviously was about to cry.

Doc grabbed the basket and took it inside, quickly opening all his closets to find the softest baby oil he had.

The baby started to cry, but stopped when Doc came into view.

Doc fed the baby the oil, and the baby smiled and went to sleep again. Doc wondered where he came from.

He grabbed the letter and his eyes fell upon the first sentence.

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To whoever this reads,

This is my little Montenegro "Lightning" McQueen. He is my only son.

Sadly I chose the wrong father. He was abusive to me, and I used my body to protect him. He is not safe for his father, and neither am I.

I will be dead before next Monday. I hope you can care for my little bolt, and I hope you will care for him.

He is small, I know. Please do as if he is your own son. Thank you.

I won't survive, but make sure he does.

Mother of a Lightning Bolt.

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Doc shook his head, looked at the little sleeping car and thought.

"Guess I'm a father now." He said.

The little car turned, and started snoring softly.

He will see what to do tomorrow.