Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Just borrowing them a bit. Uhhh yep.
Arthur should have known it was going to be one of those days. When he'd woken up (during the wee hours of the morning, as he liked to have tea while watching the sun crest over the flower gardens in the yard) he'd had a sense of foreboding.
It was that sort of sudden illogical premonition of impending doom that you can't help but wonder if there would be a logic to curling back up in bed and sleeping until the next day. Unfortunately, Arthur chose to get up. In retrospect, he chastised himself for being an utter prat, as with his background in the occult he should have known to take such portents a bit more seriously.
Really, this was that damn Frog's fault…or at least it was gratifying to blame Francis for this ill fortune. If the pansy-assed blonde hadn't been threatening to come prancing over today with plans to set up the shorter man on a date, Arthur never would have attempted to concoct an invisibility potion in such a brief amount of time. Or, at least, he probably would have read the fine print in the grimoire more carefully.
Arthur's current predicament was nearly beyond his ability to fathom. While Francis would certainly not be able to find him, per say, it was more a case of the other having no possible chance of recognizing him, more than it was Arthur having become invisible. After all, the ardent Frenchman would hardly be able to identify the sleek silver classic Aston Martin in the drive as his favorite adversary.
Because yes, the misfiring enchantment had turned Arthur into a car, a sodding motor vehicle. 'Bloody fucking hell' didn't even begin to cover his feelings on this turn of events.
His initial shock had been great. He'd been expecting to fade from view and instead there had been a rather large explosion, most of which felt as though it were inside of him, by the degree of pain involved. Although not certain, he was fairly sure he'd lost consciousness and when he'd come to, everything felt…foreign.
Arthur had spent many a morning, or rather early afternoon, waking up feeling utterly knackered after a going off on a bender the previous evening. But this particular feeling went a good deal beyond wonky and into the territory of horrendously queer. He couldn't feel his limbs, for one thing, or at least they didn't feel as they'd felt his entire life. He couldn't discern the rhythm of his heart, something he'd not noticed except for it's lack now, which lead him to realize he wasn't breathing…an alarming realization that caused him to finally open his eyes.
Which was when he truly comprehended something was exceedingly amiss. It wasn't that he couldn't see. He very much could, but he was seeing a great deal more, and from many more angles, than he'd spent his whole life viewing his surroundings. The new perspective also enlightened the Brit as to what was causing all these new and bizarre sensations.
Had he been someone else, someone younger and less experienced, he may have suffered a complete nervous collapse. As it was, his alarm set his new motor revving and the stereo system went haywire, blasting music. Arthur most assuredly didn't need the crooning of mister Bowie to let him know he'd undergone some major 'Changes'. 'Turn and face the strange' my giddy aunt's arse, he thought to himself…then proceeded to wonder where his thoughts were even coming from now. Engine? He was obviously an older model Aston Martin, thus no computer chips were involved.
The formerly blonde man (also formerly), was still taking stock of his new…condition, when he heard the front door open behind him and a familiar masculine voice called out his name.
Bollocks! That damn Yank must have let himself in through the back door. Of all the rotten luck. Of course, maybe Alfred was his best chance for getting himself out of this predicament without anyone else being any the wiser. Though, when did anything with the American ever go quite as easily as planned? He had only moments to decide, as the other man had taken note of the shiny new car in the drive and was on his way across the lawn to admire it…