For the record, I don't own Transformers, but all these guys mentioned throughout, apart from the usual Transformers are the works of my wild imagination, so please don't steal them. They make a mess of the house and generally aren't the best pets to keep, so I don't know why you'd want them in the first place. My writing isn't exactly the best, so if there are mistakes, I apologise. And my knowledge of writing with Transformers is very limited too, so they may seem rather off for Autobots and Decepticons.
Without further ado, I hand you over you to the wonderful world of Fusion…
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"That is just so unfair," Alex muttered for the umpteenth time that night as he stared out his window, down at the darkened front yard from where he was perched on the small window seat of his slightly bayed window. The yard was empty apart from the source of Alex's jealously; a vague shape of a streamline car, parked with its wheels at a jaunty angle that only seemed to rub him up the wrong way even more.
"So unfair," he sighed again as he let his eyes roam over the cars smooth surfaces.
His brother always had the best of everything. A fancy house, a solid and rather well paid job, a blonde bimbo model of a girlfriend, who Alex had managed to get slapped in the face by for apparently making sexual advances towards her. The list could go on forever. And now he had a car that Alex had been lusting, and obsessing, over ever since he'd heard the name 'Aston Martin'.
So here he was now, eyeing up his brothers Aston Martin DBS parked in his father's driveway at some ridiculous hour of the morning, while his brother and father were fast asleep.
Alex wanted to do something daring and drastic, both because he was bored, but also to get back at his brother for being, well, so perfect. He had a few ideas up his sleeve, but couldn't decide on them. He could key the DBS or trash he completely. But he could probably never bring himself to mark the beautiful, sleek and shining silver paint that flowed over the cars sensual curves.
Oh, how he loved that car.
He could successfully hotwire cars, however. He could take the car for a little ride. Yeah. He liked that idea. Maybe he could ditch the car once he'd finished with it. Just behind a hedge or something similar. Not in a ditch. Oh no, mud was not touching that car's body, let alone wheel arches. Not even the wheels at that.
Alex smirked to himself as he slid off his window seat, liking his idea. Not only would he be having fun and driving his brother around the bend, but he'd also get his hands on that hot damn sexy car. He padded across his bedroom as quietly as he could, straightening out his rumpled clothes that he hadn't bothered to change out of. Both the jeans and white shirt looked like he'd lived in them for a week, which was probably actually quite true, however no one would be seeing him as he stole out to the car and drove off. He grabbed a pair of skate shoes that once upon a time may have been white, however it wasn't quite clear anymore due to the dirt all over them, before slipping his feet in them quickly, bending briefly to tuck the laces in at the sides. Half hopping, still sorting out his shoes, he made his way over to his desk where he grabbed his cell phone and wallet, just in case he really found himself in any trouble. Somehow he doubted it, but still, it was better to play it safe when stealing a family members two hundred and seventy-five thousand dollar car. Alex then cautiously edged out of his room, shutting the door silently behind him.
Ever so slowly he began to tiptoe lightly across the landing, cringing each time an aged floorboard creaked under foot. He could hear his father's gentle breathing from the room across the way, and his brothers irritating snoring from the spare room to his right. They were both deep sleepers, like Alex himself, but sometimes he couldn't quite be sure if his father was asleep, since he'd been caught sneaking out the house too many times to count recently. On reaching the stairs, he did his best to navigate his way down them, trying to avoid the steps that he knew made the most noise, meaning he often had to try and leap down two or three at a time and land lightly enough not to alert anyone to his presence.
Eventually he reached the bottom of the stairs, his best ninja moves having got him down without too much creaking, and he hurried to the front door, praying he wouldn't fall over his pet cat who often lounged in the middle of the hall, tripping up anyone who was trying to make a sneaky get away, often clawing them to shreds if they had the misfortune to tread on his tail. However, his path was clear, and he soon opened the front door, stepping out in to the humid and sticky Texan night air.
He took a deep breath as he shut the door behind him slowly, then began to shuffle quietly over the hardcore drive towards the car. Part of the way there, he paused and glanced over his shoulder at his father's old wooden farmhouse, before looking back at where he was going, ducking past the old 'family' (Alex wasn't allowed to even sit in the driver's seat) pick-up truck, that looked ripe to fall apart over the next bump it went over. It didn't help that it happened to be located on farm land, and therefore was required to go over quite a few bumps a day. Alex was just waiting for the day when they'd finally replace the peace of junk with something flashier, yet still functional. A GMC Yukon perhaps. He'd suggested many cars to his father, but he refused to spend bucks on vehicles unless he had no other option.
Once at the DBS, he crouched down beside the drivers door and slipped a bobby pin from his jean pocket and folded it back a few times before sliding it carefully into the lock. Then with surprising dexterity, he began to work the lock, praying silently that the perfect car's alarm system wasn't all that perfect.
Alex was a dab hand at certain… Unsavoury tasks. Stealing a car for example. He could pick locks and hotwire. But he often acted like a petty thief too, stealing the odd thing here and there from shops, and sometimes, if he was feeling daring, houses too. He wasn't really proud of what he did, and was, by any means; however, it amused him and gave him something to do when his father wasn't using him as free farm labour. He couldn't help getting bored easily, and he was sure he was too lazy to do the normal thing and get a job.
Eventually he felt the car lock give, and pulled the pin free before grabbing the handle and opened the car door carefully, aware that the alarm may still blow at any minute, giving him away and no doubt landing him in some rather serious trouble.
"Good car," Alex muttered quietly as he eased himself into the low down, obsidian black plush leather driving seat, pushing it back slightly to accommodate for his height, as he was a little taller than his brother, shutting the door once he was comfortable, "Now behave while I just start you up," he added absently, leaning down awkwardly into the cramped foot well, grabbing at a bunch of wires tangled away under the steering wheel. Not very ordered for such a fancy car, he couldn't help but think.
As he fumbled with various exposed ends, he kept sitting up slightly to glance at the house; sure that someone was going to catch him.
He was already convinced someone was watching him, and it was making his hair stand on end, creeping him out ever so slightly.
A little while later the engine coughed reluctantly into life, sounding a little rough for a car such as it was, before it finally eased into the classic gentle purr. It was like music to Alex's ears.
Before the radio suddenly clicked into life, causing him to almost leap out his skin as the quiet murmuring of voices filled the car
"Trust Jack to listen to this crap," Alex grunted as he peered at the radio, trying to work out how to switch it off, or at least, turn the volume down. The people on air appeared to be talking about something related to a recent military revelation and the supposed secret section, NEST. Alex had no idea what it stood for, but was vaguely aware that it was something to do with alien robot things and their cover being blown in Paris the other week when the Eiffel Tower was cloven clean in two, causing a considerable amount of damage.
"Yeah right," Alex snorted at he listened, giving up with the radio, deciding to humour himself and listen all the same, "Just some military stunt. Dangerous, stupid one, but one none the less. Them air force guys are always developing crazy new technology. And who wouldn't want to test it out on the French? Giant robots, my ass. Guidable idiots," he shook his head as he put a hand on the Aston Martin's steering wheel and casually put the stick behind it into drive, "No wonder Jack probably believes all this bull. He's an idiot."
With that, he went to gently tap the accelerator gently, but it suddenly reacted more than he'd expected, roaring loudly as the rev counter soared into the four thousand region.
"Hey! Shh!" Alex hissed at the car, glancing up at the house cautiously, "Don't do that."
The engine rumbled a little longer before settling down again, allowing Alex to try again and he pulled away successfully this time.
"That's it," he muttered absently as he headed for the road at the end of the drive, leaving the house behind him as he trundled along quietly. Once at the road, he turned the car gently onto the asphalt and ran his hands over the wheel, "Lets see what you got then, eh girl?" he smiled to himself, however it faltered slightly as the engine choked again, revving up rapidly when he was barely applying any pressure to the gas pedal.
"Jack's ruined this car already," Alex told himself as he flexed his fingers on the wheel, wrapping them around it a little tighter, before simply flooring the gas, deciding not to waste anymore time.
The car leapt forward responsively, instantly accelerating down the deserted highway, bright headlights stretching out in front of it as it easily gained speed as it moved over the smooth ground.
Alex relaxed instantly, giving a little whoop of delight as the car plunged into the never ending darkness, the needle on the speedometer sliding over the numbers effortlessly, easily passing into the triple digits.
As the engine noise increased – a smooth and alluring growl, which could quite easily get Alex rather more excited – the radio's volume increased in order to compensate, allowing Alex to still heard the voices talking.
Once content he was definitely in control, Alex his attention shift from the road to the two men arguing over NEST and the presence of alien life.
"You can fake anything nowadays," Alex grunted in response to one of the men claiming the footage caught of huge metallic life forms crashing into the Eiffel Tower was genuine, and far surpassed military abilities, "Heck, who in their right mind would want to fake humanoid robots? That's such a waste of time. It's been done before. Even trashing Paris and destroying the Eiffel Tower happens way too often in the movies," Alex spoke over the radio, apparently oblivious to the Aston Martin still casually gaining speed as he ranted to himself, "Maybe if they'd gone for the awesome little grey men crawling over Europe shit, it would be cooler. But they even had to have some little yellow and black Camaro rolling around there too. American car in France? Hello? They're not even all that cool!" he rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, "I half wish I could call up those crazy military jerks, whoever, and let them know what a load of idiots that are. Who the hell thinks robots are cool anymore? They're cheap and way, way over done," he grunted, giving a final nod as he let his attention go back to the road, just I time to see a stop sign appearing on the horizon, rapidly coming towards him due to the cars immense speed.
Alex made a little irritated noise. He may break into things and steal stuff, but he still abided by the laws of the road. Breaking laws there was a little more dangerous. A stop sign meant stop, so that's what he would do. Even if it meant having to slow down. With another quiet grunt, he gently pressed his foot to the brake.
However, nothing seemed to happen, and one glance at his speedo told him that the car was in fact, still speeding up.
Even though his foot was no longer on the accelerator.
Alex told himself not to panic as he instinctively gripped onto the wheel, his arms locking as he tried the brakes again, but the DBS still didn't slow.
"Please slow down," he pleaded desperately, "Ease off girl!"
The car seemed to answer him with a furious sounding roar of the engine, ignoring both his plea and foot, which was now pounding on the brake pedal madly.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Alex gasped, slamming his foot down on the brake with each word, before suddenly lunging for the parking brake, slamming it on as quickly as he could, as a last resort.
However that didn't even do anything, and the car continued to rocket down the road, the stop sign now barely visible in the rear view mirror.
"Stop goddamn you!" Alex slammed his fist into the middle of the dash in panicked desperation.
The radio's volume soared and Alex immediately took his hands off the wheel to put his hands protectively over his ears as the voices still discussing the NEST operation drowned out all other sounds, even the growling engine.
"Stop…!" he moaned again, unable to even hear himself think and silently thank that the road he was one was dead straight, so that removing his hands from the wheel wasn't too deadly.
A few more seconds passed with Alex moaning loudly and begging with the car to stop, before suddenly the car had braked harshly.
Had Alex not been wearing his seatbelt, he would have been thrown through the windscreen easily, and probably continued to travel quite a fair distance, however, even though he was strapped in, he was still catapulted far enough forward that he smashed his head into the glass, splitting the skin on his forehead rather dramatically.
He grunted loudly in pain as he was forced to slump over the steering wheel, feeling dazed, confused and disorientated as the car came to a definite halt, the radio falling silent and the parking brake sliding on.
Alex remained where he was for a couple of minutes before moaning loudly again and trying to sit up, a hand going to his pounding head. His hand came away sticky and slick with blood, causing him in his panic to go for the door handle. He yanked on it a few times, but honestly wasn't very surprised to find it was locked.
This car was messed up something stupid.
He mumbled something that sounded like jumbled up cuss words, before slumping back onto the wheel, deciding that at least if he did bleed to death, he'd look good doing it in an Aston Martin.
There was a moments silence in which Alex listened to the crickets chirping loudly outside the car, when he was sure that a slightly English accented, yet oddly almost mechanised male voice, came from somewhere around him, which he couldn't quite pinpoint.
"I'm not female," it sounded distinctly unimpressed.
Alex grunted loudly and looked up, "Wassat? Help? I'm bleeding here. And… I'm hearing voices? Oh God, concussion. Hospital. Somewhere get me there. I'm bleeding all over the shiny leather upholstery," he tried the door pathetically again, but it was still locked.
"So you are," the voice commented casually, "But yes, you are hearing voices. A male voice," it emphasised heavily, a hint of sarcasm coming through.
"Leave me alone," Alex groaned, "This crazy car's nearly killed me."
"Apparently the car you stole didn't quite finish the job, did he?" the voice was still showing it's irritation through emphasising almost every other thing it said.
"Go away, voice," Alex moaned.
"You believe you're hearing voices but not the news on NEST?" it continued, subtly mocking Alex's vagueness.
"Voices over robots any day. Wait. Why am I talking back to you?" Alex twisted around in his seat painfully, looking behind him, just to check to see if he was definitely alone. Which he was, there being no room in the small cabin to accommodate anyone behind the two front seats, so he was indeed alone. In the middle of nowhere. Just him and his brother's Aston Martin. Oh, and the voice in his head that sounded royally pissed.
"What voice are you anyway?" Alex asked after a moment, "My alter ego? Conscious? Something else? Hey, maybe you're a broken sat nav system!" Alex looked to the dash expectantly.
The voice gave a dramatic sigh, "Your brother may be an idiot, but you're even worse. But then again, you're apparently a very ignorant and extremely narrow-minded boy. At least your brother was just plain naïve, instead of downright stupid."
Alex looked away from the dash and glanced around him again, "You're so mean. Is my head still gushing? Bleeding?" he asked, "I'm really starting to feel funny," he put a hand back to his forehead.
"Yes it is," the voice replied matter-of-factly, "And despite my current dislike for you, I think I'd better get you to a hospital. Sadly, it's not in my nature to hurt…" it searched for the correct word for a moment, "People," it sighed again.
"Can voices in my head hate me?" Alex frowned, wincing as the wound on his head pulled.
"We're going to hospital. Close your eyes and rest," the voice told him.
"Sure thing voice," Alex was happy to oblige, his head throbbing even more painfully now, his brain feeling well and truly scrambled.
"Not voice," it corrected, "Drag. My name is Drag."
Alex gave a woozy laugh, "Like a man in drag? That's what you are? Funny…" he laughed again, before falling silently, simply just passing out. There was a pause before the Aston Martin's engine started up again.
"Humans," the voice muttered as the car set off back down the road, disappearing into the darkness.