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This crossover is not canon to the mainstream series involving Allure, Jett, Furtif, Fofa, Victor and Lily.

The Car and the Concorde

‘Are you excited Mr. Concorde? Because I am excited.’ the sports coupe was practically bouncing on her tyres as she climbed a sand dune. ‘I have been looking to this aaaall week!’

The Concorde beside her stepped across the ditch between another two sand dunes.

Cruz’s eyes followed the Concorde’s landing gear as they stretched and reached for the side of the sand dune, two tyres on the bogey flexing to feel for the sand before the Concorde rested his weight on them.

‘Yes, I am rarely presented with the opportunity to access a beach, especially one with few occupants. Did I mention that you are more than welcome to call me Allure?’

‘I meant the race. Are you excited for the race, Allure?’

Cruz wound her way between two sand dunes. Upon exiting them, she found herself gazing at a beach. The sky was a clear azure and the ocean a brilliant dark blue. Waves slammed onto the beach.

Cruz shut her eyes and waited for the crash from the waves to recede to a gentle whisper as the water slid back into the ocean, but a new wave would try to ascend the beach before the crash from the initial wave quietened to a whisper.

‘Allure, you didn’t answer me. Are you excited for the race?’

Cruz looked to the Concorde who was standing on a sand dune with his main gear and nose gear drawn together. His eyes were closed, and a smile adorned his face.

Allure opened his eyes. They were twinkling.

‘Yes. I am excited for this race. I have been looking forwards to it, too.’

‘Well let’s get started!’

Allure reached down for the beach with his nose gear. ‘Watch for the crabs.’ Cruz called.

Checking his landing area was clear, Allure hopped down from the sand dune and trotted to Cruz’s side, constantly scanning for crabs and other wildlife.

When he had aligned himself to stand parallel to the beach, Allure leant his upper fuselage on the sand, tucking his nose gear into its well, and stretched. He stood on the foremost tyres of his main gear to help extend the movement.

Completing the pre-race exercise, he settled into a crouch, holding his centre of gravity slightly ahead of his main gear, one bogey planted in front of the other.

Cruz tried not to cringe as she watched the Concorde manipulate his body into bends that would write off the aircraft of her universe.

But they looked almost natural. Like when she spoke or gestured with her tyres or drove.

‘Ready. Oh wait-wait-wait! I forgot. We don’t have a flagman! We need someone to start the race.’

Allure blinked.

‘Is that like receiving clearance to take off or land?’

Cruz paused for a moment.

‘Yeah.’ she said slowly. ‘I suppose so.’

Then a thought came to Cruz. ‘Oh look, Hamilton can help. Hamilton, initiate race start count-’

‘Hold on. One moment, please.’ Allure interrupted. He raised his head to look at the far end of the beach. ‘How far are we going to run?’

‘We’ll race to that pier. Whoever reaches it first wins.’

Allure nodded. He lowered himself into a crouch again.

‘Hamilton, initiate race start countdown.’

Hamilton, Cruz’s electronic assistant sounded his chime. It sounded similar to an aircraft’s ground call ring.

‘Hamilton here-’

‘Stop before or after the pier?’ Allure asked quietly.

‘After.’

‘On your marks.’

Cruz’s engine roared to life. Allure did not bother, not that he had much of a choice. Instead, he raised his visor and nosecone.

‘Get set.’

Allure tilted his head down just enough to see the pier and beach.

‘Go.’ Hamilton said, his voice lacking all empathy and excitement.

Cruz hurtled down the beach, a grin on her face.

She had the lead from her start, but the Concorde was beginning to catch her.

Allure’s long back stretched and contracted like a rubber band. His tail gave balance and the Concorde’s light load extended his already lanky landing gear.

Cruz allowed herself two seconds to watch the plane run. Then she focused everything she had on the pier which loomed closer to them.

Cruz zipped under the pier and applied her brakes, fishtailing around to face Allure.

‘That is amazing, Allure-’

Cruz looked down the beach. It was empty, so was the beach behind her.

She looked up mid-sentence. ‘Allure- Holy smokes!’

Cruz’s jaw dropped as the Concorde landed beside her.

‘Are you alright?’ Allure asked.

He fishtailed to face her and dropped to his belly.

Cruz spluttered, ‘Uh, ha. Ha-haha. Yeah.’

A slightly crazed smile began to form on Cruz’s lips.

‘How did you do that?’

‘Do what?’

‘Jump. Over that thing.’ Cruz pointed to the pier with a tyre. ‘Jump over that.’

‘Easily.’ Allure replied.

He studied Cruz, noting the changes that had come across her, both obvious and subtle. Allure inhaled slowly, testing the air for pain or discomfort.

‘Are you sure?’ Allure asked.

‘Yeah, I want to jump that.’ Cruz said.

In one second Allure’s eyes darted to the pier and then snapped back to Cruz.

‘You want to jump over the pier?’ Allure asked quietly.

‘Yeah- wait-what? No. I meant I’m fine.’

One of Allure’s upper windscreen frame arched.

He looked at the pier again.

‘I’d say we can jump it.’

‘Jump what?’

Allure nodded to the pier.

‘Jump that. The pier.’

‘How? I can’t jump that high. I mean, I can jump, but not that high.’

Allure moved his head to the side and offered Cruz his shoulder.

‘If you sit on my back you can.’

Cruz looked at the Concorde’s back then back at the plane’s eyes. Again, she noted the dark purple flame encircling the thick ring of turquoise.

‘Really!?’

‘Choice is yours, but you may wish to clear some of that sand off your tyres.’

Cruz raced up Allure’s wing.

Allure considered withdrawing his offer when he felt the weight of the car on his wing. Normally, he flew humans, each weighing about 65 to 85 kilograms. Cruz seemed to weigh around a tonne. Light for a car, much more so than his rambunctious children. Ordinary aluminium would give way under the weight, but Allure’s skin was made from a completely different material.

‘Can you climb onto my back?’ Allure asked.

‘Uh, no. Do I look like a Rock Chainlink to you?’

Deciding not to ask what a Rock Chainlink was, Allure curled his neck around over his shoulder. He grasped Cruz- who yelped in surprise- in his nosecone and lifted her onto his back.

‘There, how’s that?’

Cruz caught her breath, ‘Hey, warn me before you do something like that1’

Allure nodded. ‘Will comply. I am going to rock my wings to find my centre of gravity. Is that okay with you?’

‘Yeah, sure.’ Cruz said. She was busy admiring the view from Allure’s back.

An impressive array of hues of blue was bought before her. White horses danced by the shore and contrails soared overhead. Below them, the beige sand sparkled in the sun. To her left, Allure’s tail rose above their heads.

The first Concordes wore blue, red, and white British Airways and Air France liveries, and one plane had half the blue and gold Singapore Airlines livery and half of a British Airways livery. Allure’s tail was white, but it sparkled with a slight opalescence.

Allure rocked his wings gently.

‘Okay, I need you to move back a few metres.’

Cruz moved further down Allure’s back.

‘How’s this?’

‘That’s fine.’

Cruz wheeled around to face the direction Allure was facing and a single current of electricity zapped through her chassis.

Allure moved away from the pier to give himself space to build up speed. He taxied slowly to allow his rider to accustom herself with the swaying motion of the aircraft’s gait.

‘You know, I’ve always dreamed of flying. After I watched Lightning McQueen, my mentor, jump through the air. I’ve always wondered what that was like.’

Again, phantom electricity danced about her frame as Allure turned around to face the pier. Cruz looked down Allure’s spine. The pier looked so far away, much farther than it had been when they were on its other side.

Allure looked over his shoulder to Cruz.

‘Ready?’

Cruz snapped back to reality.

‘Ready.’

‘Tyres clear of sand and grip is tight?’

Cruz tightened her grip on Allure’s skin, pinching it between her tread. It radiated warm beneath her still slightly sandy tyres.

‘Check.’

Allure looked Cruz in the eye.

‘I will call out V1. When I call out V1 I cannot stop, I must jump otherwise we will run into the pier.’ Allure’s voice was calm, but his gaze and words were serious. ‘If you do not want to jump, then you must tell me sooner rather than later.’

Cruz nodded and swallowed.

‘Roger.’

Allure raised his visor but stopped halfway.

He lowered his visor and smiled to Cruz.

‘Cruz, I have an important job for you. I need you to say ‘V1’ after I say ‘V1.’

It was something he had learnt from his friend Lily and had applied it to his adopted children Furtif and Fofa with positive results.

‘I can readback ‘V1’ to you.’

Allure nodded. He raised his visor and turned his head to the pier.

Set on his back, Cruz was a tight block of anxiety.

A single cloud passed over them, reminding Allure of warm, sunny days spent teaching his children in the plain. After lunch, Allure would snooze in the warm grass and Furtif and Fofa would clamber onto his back or nestle under his wings and watch the clouds -until two certain people had the brilliant idea that play fighting was an infinitely better game than sleeping.

‘Cruz, do you see that cloud up there?’

Cruz looked up. The puff of white, floating fluff was already beginning to dissipate as it met the air coming off the ocean.

‘If you are willing, try to think of yourself as that cloud. Light and safe as you drift along the atmosphere’s rivulets.’

The affect was immediate. The tension in Cruz’s chassis eased but she did not readjust her grip on his skin.

Allure began to trot. The gait was sharp and threatened to dislodge Cruz. Allure eased into a canter. Then he entered a sprint.

The pier bore down on them.

Had it loomed into view this quickly when they were racing? Well, if it had, it did not now.

Cruz pressed herself into Allure’s back as the wind whistled around and under her, trying to lift her from her seat. Ligaments rolled beneath the plane’s skin.

Should she ask Allure to not jump? She was fine with riding on his back at a gallop, but if she did that then would she have this opportunity again?

Think Cruz! What’s your end goal?

The familiar face of a dark blue car jumped to her mind’s eye. The car’s mouth was open, eyes wide but the beginnings of a smile slowly tweaking the corners of her mentor’s mouth.

Cruz smiled.

‘V1.’ Allure called out.

Cruz blinked.

‘V1!’ she shouted back, her voice sounding closer to a strangled squeak.

Cruz barely had enough time to finish her short readback before Allure’s fuselage rose above her. She felt the familiar sensation she had learnt to associate with sitting in a rotating aircraft. Only this time, she was on the outside of the plane and the only thing she could hear was the crashing waves and wind whistling.

Beige sand briefly gave way to the aged timber of the pier. They were close enough that Cruz could see a rusted nail protruding from the timber beam where the beam had fallen from its place.

Allure landed, nearly unseating Cruz.

He came to a stop and lay down. Cruz looked down at the wing. The wing seemed close, close enough that Cruz tried to jump down instead of waiting for Allure to lower her down.

Instead, she fell onto Allure’s wing.

‘Huh, so this must be what it’s like being a tortoise. Or is it turtle?’ Cruz asked as she slid to a stop.

Allure tilted his head until his forehead met the sand. ‘Perhaps both?’

‘Perhaps.’ Cruz agreed. ‘Hey, any help?’

Allure’s nosecone bumped the car, righting her on her wheels.

‘Thanks.’ Cruz sighed as she drove off Allure’s wing.

She made her way to the beach exit before noticing the pier.

Cruz halted. An odd sound came from Allure’s vicinity. A brief glance behind her identified the sound as being that of a plane attempting to rid itself of sand.

‘Hey Allure, I’m just going to check something. I’ll be right back.’

Cruz motored back to the pier. She looked up at the gangway.

It was not long before a white pitot tube ran along the worn beams.

Sating his curiosity, Allure stepped back. He looked down at Cruz, but she had already turned away to leave.

When they had reached the road and left the beach and sand dunes behind them, Cruz turned to Allure.

‘Hey Allure, thanks.’

‘Absolutely no problems mate. Thank you for the experience and day off.’

The two vehicles parted ways, Cruz back to her stay, and Allure his own universe.

Cruz Ramirez is copyright of Disney/Pixar
Allure is my own character

Apparently ‘Holy Smokes’ is not a swearword. Coming from Australia, I find that very absurd!

Edit notes

* Spell check with V speeds. Wrong V speed was applied.

* Smoothed some things out, hopefully makes more sense.

Description

This crossover is not canon to the mainstream series involving Allure, Jett, Furtif, Fofa, Victor and Lily.

The Car and the Concorde

‘Are you excited Mr. Concorde? Because I am excited.’ the sports coupe was practically bouncing on her tyres as she climbed a sand dune. ‘I have been looking to this aaaall week!’

The Concorde beside her stepped across the ditch between another two sand dunes.

Cruz’s eyes followed the Concorde’s landing gear as they stretched and reached for the side of the sand dune, two tyres on the bogey flexing to feel for the sand before the Concorde rested his weight on them.

‘Yes, I am rarely presented with the opportunity to access a beach, especially one with few occupants. Did I mention that you are more than welcome to call me Allure?’

‘I meant the race. Are you excited for the race, Allure?’

Cruz wound her way between two sand dunes. Upon exiting them, she found herself gazing at a beach. The sky was a clear azure and the ocean a brilliant dark blue. Waves slammed onto the beach.

Cruz shut her eyes and waited for the crash from the waves to recede to a gentle whisper as the water slid back into the ocean, but a new wave would try to ascend the beach before the crash from the initial wave quietened to a whisper.

‘Allure, you didn’t answer me. Are you excited for the race?’

Cruz looked to the Concorde who was standing on a sand dune with his main gear and nose gear drawn together. His eyes were closed, and a smile adorned his face.

Allure opened his eyes. They were twinkling.

‘Yes. I am excited for this race. I have been looking forwards to it, too.’

‘Well let’s get started!’

Allure reached down for the beach with his nose gear. ‘Watch for the crabs.’ Cruz called.

Checking his landing area was clear, Allure hopped down from the sand dune and trotted to Cruz’s side, constantly scanning for crabs and other wildlife.

When he had aligned himself to stand parallel to the beach, Allure leant his upper fuselage on the sand, tucking his nose gear into its well, and stretched. He stood on the foremost tyres of his main gear to help extend the movement.

Completing the pre-race exercise, he settled into a crouch, holding his centre of gravity slightly ahead of his main gear, one bogey planted in front of the other.

Cruz tried not to cringe as she watched the Concorde manipulate his body into bends that would write off the aircraft of her universe.

But they looked almost natural. Like when she spoke or gestured with her tyres or drove.

‘Ready. Oh wait-wait-wait! I forgot. We don’t have a flagman! We need someone to start the race.’

Allure blinked.

‘Is that like receiving clearance to take off or land?’

Cruz paused for a moment.

‘Yeah.’ she said slowly. ‘I suppose so.’

Then a thought came to Cruz. ‘Oh look, Hamilton can help. Hamilton, initiate race start count-’

‘Hold on. One moment, please.’ Allure interrupted. He raised his head to look at the far end of the beach. ‘How far are we going to run?’

‘We’ll race to that pier. Whoever reaches it first wins.’

Allure nodded. He lowered himself into a crouch again.

‘Hamilton, initiate race start countdown.’

Hamilton, Cruz’s electronic assistant sounded his chime. It sounded similar to an aircraft’s ground call ring.

‘Hamilton here-’

‘Stop before or after the pier?’ Allure asked quietly.

‘After.’

‘On your marks.’

Cruz’s engine roared to life. Allure did not bother, not that he had much of a choice. Instead, he raised his visor and nosecone.

‘Get set.’

Allure tilted his head down just enough to see the pier and beach.

‘Go.’ Hamilton said, his voice lacking all empathy and excitement.

Cruz hurtled down the beach, a grin on her face.

She had the lead from her start, but the Concorde was beginning to catch her.

Allure’s long back stretched and contracted like a rubber band. His tail gave balance and the Concorde’s light load extended his already lanky landing gear.

Cruz allowed herself two seconds to watch the plane run. Then she focused everything she had on the pier which loomed closer to them.

Cruz zipped under the pier and applied her brakes, fishtailing around to face Allure.

‘That is amazing, Allure-’

Cruz looked down the beach. It was empty, so was the beach behind her.

She looked up mid-sentence. ‘Allure- Holy smokes!’

Cruz’s jaw dropped as the Concorde landed beside her.

‘Are you alright?’ Allure asked.

He fishtailed to face her and dropped to his belly.

Cruz spluttered, ‘Uh, ha. Ha-haha. Yeah.’

A slightly crazed smile began to form on Cruz’s lips.

‘How did you do that?’

‘Do what?’

‘Jump. Over that thing.’ Cruz pointed to the pier with a tyre. ‘Jump over that.’

‘Easily.’ Allure replied.

He studied Cruz, noting the changes that had come across her, both obvious and subtle. Allure inhaled slowly, testing the air for pain or discomfort.

‘Are you sure?’ Allure asked.

‘Yeah, I want to jump that.’ Cruz said.

In one second Allure’s eyes darted to the pier and then snapped back to Cruz.

‘You want to jump over the pier?’ Allure asked quietly.

‘Yeah- wait-what? No. I meant I’m fine.’

One of Allure’s upper windscreen frame arched.

He looked at the pier again.

‘I’d say we can jump it.’

‘Jump what?’

Allure nodded to the pier.

‘Jump that. The pier.’

‘How? I can’t jump that high. I mean, I can jump, but not that high.’

Allure moved his head to the side and offered Cruz his shoulder.

‘If you sit on my back you can.’

Cruz looked at the Concorde’s back then back at the plane’s eyes. Again, she noted the dark purple flame encircling the thick ring of turquoise.

‘Really!?’

‘Choice is yours, but you may wish to clear some of that sand off your tyres.’

Cruz raced up Allure’s wing.

Allure considered withdrawing his offer when he felt the weight of the car on his wing. Normally, he flew humans, each weighing about 65 to 85 kilograms. Cruz seemed to weigh around a tonne. Light for a car, much more so than his rambunctious children. Ordinary aluminium would give way under the weight, but Allure’s skin was made from a completely different material.

‘Can you climb onto my back?’ Allure asked.

‘Uh, no. Do I look like a Rock Chainlink to you?’

Deciding not to ask what a Rock Chainlink was, Allure curled his neck around over his shoulder. He grasped Cruz- who yelped in surprise- in his nosecone and lifted her onto his back.

‘There, how’s that?’

Cruz caught her breath, ‘Hey, warn me before you do something like that1’

Allure nodded. ‘Will comply. I am going to rock my wings to find my centre of gravity. Is that okay with you?’

‘Yeah, sure.’ Cruz said. She was busy admiring the view from Allure’s back.

An impressive array of hues of blue was bought before her. White horses danced by the shore and contrails soared overhead. Below them, the beige sand sparkled in the sun. To her left, Allure’s tail rose above their heads.

The first Concordes wore blue, red, and white British Airways and Air France liveries, and one plane had half the blue and gold Singapore Airlines livery and half of a British Airways livery. Allure’s tail was white, but it sparkled with a slight opalescence.

Allure rocked his wings gently.

‘Okay, I need you to move back a few metres.’

Cruz moved further down Allure’s back.

‘How’s this?’

‘That’s fine.’

Cruz wheeled around to face the direction Allure was facing and a single current of electricity zapped through her chassis.

Allure moved away from the pier to give himself space to build up speed. He taxied slowly to allow his rider to accustom herself with the swaying motion of the aircraft’s gait.

‘You know, I’ve always dreamed of flying. After I watched Lightning McQueen, my mentor, jump through the air. I’ve always wondered what that was like.’

Again, phantom electricity danced about her frame as Allure turned around to face the pier. Cruz looked down Allure’s spine. The pier looked so far away, much farther than it had been when they were on its other side.

Allure looked over his shoulder to Cruz.

‘Ready?’

Cruz snapped back to reality.

‘Ready.’

‘Tyres clear of sand and grip is tight?’

Cruz tightened her grip on Allure’s skin, pinching it between her tread. It radiated warm beneath her still slightly sandy tyres.

‘Check.’

Allure looked Cruz in the eye.

‘I will call out V1. When I call out V1 I cannot stop, I must jump otherwise we will run into the pier.’ Allure’s voice was calm, but his gaze and words were serious. ‘If you do not want to jump, then you must tell me sooner rather than later.’

Cruz nodded and swallowed.

‘Roger.’

Allure raised his visor but stopped halfway.

He lowered his visor and smiled to Cruz.

‘Cruz, I have an important job for you. I need you to say ‘V1’ after I say ‘V1.’

It was something he had learnt from his friend Lily and had applied it to his adopted children Furtif and Fofa with positive results.

‘I can readback ‘V1’ to you.’

Allure nodded. He raised his visor and turned his head to the pier.

Set on his back, Cruz was a tight block of anxiety.

A single cloud passed over them, reminding Allure of warm, sunny days spent teaching his children in the plain. After lunch, Allure would snooze in the warm grass and Furtif and Fofa would clamber onto his back or nestle under his wings and watch the clouds -until two certain people had the brilliant idea that play fighting was an infinitely better game than sleeping.

‘Cruz, do you see that cloud up there?’

Cruz looked up. The puff of white, floating fluff was already beginning to dissipate as it met the air coming off the ocean.

‘If you are willing, try to think of yourself as that cloud. Light and safe as you drift along the atmosphere’s rivulets.’

The affect was immediate. The tension in Cruz’s chassis eased but she did not readjust her grip on his skin.

Allure began to trot. The gait was sharp and threatened to dislodge Cruz. Allure eased into a canter. Then he entered a sprint.

The pier bore down on them.

Had it loomed into view this quickly when they were racing? Well, if it had, it did not now.

Cruz pressed herself into Allure’s back as the wind whistled around and under her, trying to lift her from her seat. Ligaments rolled beneath the plane’s skin.

Should she ask Allure to not jump? She was fine with riding on his back at a gallop, but if she did that then would she have this opportunity again?

Think Cruz! What’s your end goal?

The familiar face of a dark blue car jumped to her mind’s eye. The car’s mouth was open, eyes wide but the beginnings of a smile slowly tweaking the corners of her mentor’s mouth.

Cruz smiled.

‘V1.’ Allure called out.

Cruz blinked.

‘V1!’ she shouted back, her voice sounding closer to a strangled squeak.

Cruz barely had enough time to finish her short readback before Allure’s fuselage rose above her. She felt the familiar sensation she had learnt to associate with sitting in a rotating aircraft. Only this time, she was on the outside of the plane and the only thing she could hear was the crashing waves and wind whistling.

Beige sand briefly gave way to the aged timber of the pier. They were close enough that Cruz could see a rusted nail protruding from the timber beam where the beam had fallen from its place.

Allure landed, nearly unseating Cruz.

He came to a stop and lay down. Cruz looked down at the wing. The wing seemed close, close enough that Cruz tried to jump down instead of waiting for Allure to lower her down.

Instead, she fell onto Allure’s wing.

‘Huh, so this must be what it’s like being a tortoise. Or is it turtle?’ Cruz asked as she slid to a stop.

Allure tilted his head until his forehead met the sand. ‘Perhaps both?’

‘Perhaps.’ Cruz agreed. ‘Hey, any help?’

Allure’s nosecone bumped the car, righting her on her wheels.

‘Thanks.’ Cruz sighed as she drove off Allure’s wing.

She made her way to the beach exit before noticing the pier.

Cruz halted. An odd sound came from Allure’s vicinity. A brief glance behind her identified the sound as being that of a plane attempting to rid itself of sand.

‘Hey Allure, I’m just going to check something. I’ll be right back.’

Cruz motored back to the pier. She looked up at the gangway.

It was not long before a white pitot tube ran along the worn beams.

Sating his curiosity, Allure stepped back. He looked down at Cruz, but she had already turned away to leave.

When they had reached the road and left the beach and sand dunes behind them, Cruz turned to Allure.

‘Hey Allure, thanks.’

‘Absolutely no problems mate. Thank you for the experience and day off.’

The two vehicles parted ways, Cruz back to her stay, and Allure his own universe.

Cruz Ramirez is copyright of Disney/Pixar
Allure is my own character

Apparently ‘Holy Smokes’ is not a swearword. Coming from Australia, I find that very absurd!

Edit notes

* Spell check with V speeds. Wrong V speed was applied.

* Smoothed some things out, hopefully makes more sense.