The Rocker and the Mechanic - Chapter 1

Rated: T

Breakdown

Chapter Summary: (Sing 2016 AU) A down-on-her-luck rocker's motorcycle breaks down in front of an old mechanic shop three months after her ex cheated on her. Can the gorilla mechanic with the voice of an angel fix her bike…as well as her heart in the process?


This seriously came out of fucking nowhere yesterday and I just had to write this and I finished this chapter in under 30 minutes so I fear this is another plot bunny that won't be kept down…we'll see. Hope y'all enjoy regardless. ;-p


"Dammit! Just fucking DAMN it ALL!" Ash screamed, hitting the metal bike as if that would force it to come back to life; that her violent coercion would somehow cause it to jump and rev underneath her.

Forcing herself to take a much needed breath, she laid her shaking hands above the shiny chrome surface.

Cursing her motorcycle, her fucking horrible luck of it breaking down here in the middle of nowhere, and especially her shitty, cheating, gigantic asshole of an ex boyfriend who took her beloved car and left her with this piece of scrap-metal he took as payment for most of their shared belongings when they were kicked out of their apartment.

It was already three months ago where she found him in bed with two of their so called "groupies" when she was out trying to speak to a manager about some missed payments…

The whole life she knew before that moment felt nothing but a dream to her now…

Five years of being with Lance felt like a gigantic waste of her life and time as well as a career they had together…if you could call singing at coffee shops, restaurants, and dirty bars for meager wages a career, but it was all she fucking knew and now it was gone.

"Fuck my life…" she whimpered, hand moving back to grasp pathetically at her guitar case; the last semblance of normality to her crazy upside-down universe she inhabited now. Taking another calming breath as a few tears of betrayal stung like all hell as they slipped down her cheeks.

As if fate wasn't cruel enough, a drizzle of rain from the dark clouds began dripping onto her pelt. Stealing one glance at her dead phone was when she realized she wasn't going anywhere tonight. Desperation coiling like molten lava in her gut, she found her one salvation when she looked to her right to where her motorcycle just happened to die out on her.

The sign was worn, the red paint chipped upon the board aside of the building but its message was clear. 'J's Mechanics' was all it read - no cheery neon 'OPEN' sign to greet her, only the barest hints of light scraping through the minimal windows.

Last time she checked her phone before the battery died, it was nearing midnight so she knew it wouldn't be open but she at least hoped the person who owned this shop would have pity on a soaking wet porcupine with a dead phone to at least give her an outlet to charge it for a bit as she called a tow truck to haul out her shitty motorcycle out for a few bucks of scrap metal.

Having little choice or options and the droplets of cool rain sticking to her quills, fur, red leather jacket, and beloved guitar were far too alarming for her to care about her pride anymore. Jumping off the bike, she grabbed her guitar and made the slow walk of shame to the front door. Small fist hesitating for only a second before she gave it three firm knocks and prayed for a miracle.

Ash heard rustling coming from inside, the sounds of blinds being shifted before all of a sudden, the door was thrown wide open to reveal what could be an answer to prayer or a cruel joke when a very tall, very annoyingly attractive gorilla stood on the other side. The warm light illuminating his broad shoulders and muscular outline as well as his lack of attire other than a tank top and loose sweatpants which were hanging super low on his hip bones...not that she minded…

"...'ello?" he asked, British accent heavy on his tongue as he looked down at her with the kindest brown eyes she had ever seen.

"Hey, ya open or what?" she decided upon the worst first greeting imaginable.

It seemed to take him by surprise; chestnut eyes widening as he stared at her for a minute before they skirted toward the sack of shit motorcycle parked next to the curb. She felt there was an obvious "no" going to come out considering this guy looked like he literally just rolled out of bed if his messy hair was any indication but she had another trick up her sleeve.

"Look, if you can't fix the bike, do you at least got an outlet or a phone so I can call someone to haul this piece of shit to the dump?"

A strange, bewildered look flashed on his face; probably an underhanded insult of her thinking he wouldn't be able to fix it perhaps - she wasn't exactly sure.

"S-Sure. But first, let me take a look at it." Thankfully, it still worked.

All at once, he'd slipped past her and to the curb where he'd easily kicked up the stand and began rolling the small bike (compared to his stature anyway) into his shop…house? Both? She couldn't tell from this angle with the only one lamp on from nearby table.

As he moved past her and placed the bike back on its stand, he approached her again.

"Come on in - it shouldn't be too long." the confidence in his voice very apparent as he gestured for her to enter and while she wanted to hesitate, another side of her glanced back up to this handsome stranger and knew for sure that this night had instantly turned around in her favor.