A/N: Hello, I am back. This chapter follows Samus and her rather quick exit in the previous chapter. This was somewhat hard to write, especially the beginning, but I got there!! I'll give you all three guesses who I paired her up with.

Have fun reading!

/\/\/\/\ Chapter 2: Samus /\/\/\/\

Samus Aran, Galactic Warrior. That was all she believed she was. Raised as an orphan and beginning her career in the military, she often found herself different and more honest than a lot of people, even her girlfriends. With her cold nature and a habit of expressing herself too openly, she frequently found herself intolerant when around men and as a result, chose to keep away from them regardless on what they had to say.

Though she did have a soft spot for one.

Unlike following her girlfriends' likely route to Final Destination, Samus steered herself to the garage of Smash Mansion. It was situated to the left of the front entrance, taking up as much space as a football ground. After all, it had to house three Landmasters, the Halberd, the Falcon Flyer and of course, her starship.

The garage was visibly more worn down than the mansion itself. The roof was creeping with emerald lichen, the brickwork corroded after many years of little attention. The fading doors were open, revealing the wonders of mechanisms and technology within.

Samus' eyes darted around the garage. Strange. The garage door was open, inviting anyone from outside into the building, but there was silence and not a soul was in sight. The air was eerie, as if something or someone was going to jump out at her. The one she was searching for could never be this quiet to save his life.

She gingerly placed a foot into the garage, cautious still of where the uninvited guest was.

She peered around the Landmaster nearest to her, which happened to be Falco's. It could be Fox ruining the other Landmasters since he did mention once (to Link) that he was rather annoyed about the vast number of copycats and how someone called Slippy was gullible enough to make it for them.

Samus shook her thoughts away, remembering Fox was still in his match against Marth. So who was here?

"Hello?" She must have been mad. She had no idea who was here, yet she had disregarded the most vital rule of infiltration: making her presence unknown. Mortified, she shrank into the shadows, even more alert than she was before. She slowly drew out her paralysing laser gun, sensing movement up ahead.

The Falcon Flyer's door opened minutely and an arm poked out, gesturing for Samus to enter the vehicle, before it was withdrawn back into the spaceship. Sceptical, the bounty huntress remained where she was with the gun still poised where the arm had appeared.

She only had to wait a while until the owner of the arm had resigned and stuck his head through the high door.

Upon first sight, people thought Captain Falcon was obsessed with his name, bearing a helmet with a golden falcon and naming his means of transport 'Falcon Flyer' and 'Blue Falcon', however the citizens of Mute City regarded him near enough to a legend.

Samus knew better; he was more than a racer. The names and choice of clothing were only there for maintaining popularity so as to keep his sponsors happy. Samus discovered he was a nice bloke once she actually had some time with him during the induction day and from there Falcon was the only known person to her who wouldn't drive her up the wall. Falcon's lower half of his face and the reflections on his helmet grinned down at her.

"Honestly, I'm not trying to lure you into a trap or something. I'm trying to fix the Blue Falcon at the moment, so I have to do it in here with all my other tools." Beckoning still, Falcon re-entered his spaceship without waiting for a reply. Samus slotted her gun back into its holster, casting away her mixed feelings of relief and humiliation. She effortlessly jumped into the Falcon Flyer and entered the area where the pilot had disappeared.

The Falcon Flyer was similar to the interior of her own starship: cables snaked around the corners of the large, open space where a blue racecar was seated. There were several components of advanced technology scattered around the said vehicle, which Falcon was examining in turn, every now and again shaking his head and disposing of it by throwing it further down the room.

"Blue Falcon's suffered a rather bad race yesterday. Michael Chain improved his car's armour so that it's about as plentiful as yours," the racer explained. He jerked his head to the sides of his racecar, which were both distorted massively compared to its former glory and was smoking pensively. "You never seem to have this problem, but you know, would you fancy helping me?"

It was strange seeing Falcon so lost. Normally he was so noisy and disrupted Smash matches in excitement. He would talk animatedly for hours on end about his spaceship and races with her, since there was no-one else he could talk on equal terms with. True, she knew a lot about spaceships, but racecars were different. But still, this was the ideal opportunity.

"Yeah, sure," replied Samus. "Dunno how they work though – our machines are made in completely different ways." Falcon's reflection on the smoky screen presented her with a satisfied smirk.

"Sure you do. It's just different names and sizes. At the end of the day, they're performing the same functions: speed, levitation, noise."

Samus strolled over to Falcon, picking up a cylindrical tube whilst she was there. She peered down the tube, seeing numerous wires and chunks of metal within.

"This is a G-Diffuser, right?" Falcon arched his eyebrows in response.

"See? These bits and bobs are practically the same." Falcon gently prised the G-Diffuser from Samus' curious fingers and flung it to the scattered pile of useless items. "What were looking for is…I don't actually know, to be honest." He grinned sheepishly at Samus' disbelieving face.

"So you've been searching all this time for something you don't know?"

"No! No, I know what it looks like, but I don't know the name. I've never been one for names. I swear it took me two months to remember yours." This was her chance. This was the moment – the legendary Captain Falcon couldn't repair his car!

"What you need is a mechanic." Samus stood up, Falcon following suit soon after.

"Mechanic? Hell no, they charge at least half of my yearly salary! That's why I have to repair my things myself." He glanced at his car. "The amount of times it gets busted during races and my income would drag me into debt in five seconds flat."

This was it, Samus thought inwardly. She held up a finger to silence Falcon's rant about pricey mechanics in Mute City, then removed her plasma gun from its holster.

"That's the second time you've taken out that thing!" exclaimed Falcon, jumping back slightly and fingering his own gun. Samus smiled at his agitated change of heart, then removed a business card from her pistol's holster. Falcon relaxed as Samus replaced her gun.

"Here. I managed to find you a mechanic some time back, but never had the chance." Samus passed the business card to Falcon.

There's no way he would refuse it, no way. There was no flaw, not even in the cost. She had researched into the average racer's income and compared it with this particular mechanic, being fully aware Falcon would receive a larger income due to Smash matches as well. She watched him as he scanned the card carefully. He had to like her discrete gift. Falcon's eye reflections flashed with shock.

"How did you find this?"

Samus shrugged casually. "Just some contacts. Why do you ask?"

Falcon rested his gaze upon Samus' azure eyes.

"'Cos I've never seen a mechanic who's not stingy. And it's in Mute City as well!" Falcon ruffled her hair with a gloved hand. If it was any old bloke, she would have evaded and snapped his arm with little thought. But this was Falcon; she took it easy on him.

Falcon took one look at the Blue Falcon, then to a door to his right, presumably to the controls. After several minutes of thought, he patted his car affectionately.

"I think it'll be fit enough to travel – it's too much hassle to take the Flyer. Mute City's not particularly far away, and I'm sure we can get directions to the place." Samus liked the way he said 'we'. But she had other things to do.

"We?" Samus questioned. People would be coming out of Fox and Marth's match now, wondering where her and Falcon were and, finding them gone, would probably spread rumours. Falcon hesitated.

"You're coming as well, right?"

"In the Blue Falcon?" she countered. She regretted pinning Falcon like this, but it was necessary for him not to take her too lightly or for people to suspect her disappearance. Falcon's face fell in defeat.

"Guess you're right." He fingered the wing one more time before opening the arched window over the machine's controls.

She didn't want him to go, she knew that. Watching him clamber resignedly into the ship, alone, made her reconsider her actions. There had to be something she could do.

Then she had it.

"Wait," Samus ordered when Falcon had sat in the driver's seat and already closed the window. Falcon rested a hand on the steering wheel, his advanced key poised at its slot. He raised his gaze to Samus, complying with her sudden command.

Samus approached the Blue Falcon, patting it similarly to how he had done a few minutes earlier. The wings were still smoking serenely, releasing its sharp smell innocently. The technicalities inside were twisted and frayed, however it still looked in working order.

"Do you think it'll blow up?" Falcon opened the hood and leaned over. Samus looked up at him beaming.

"I'm wondering whether it'll be fit enough to carry two people." Falcon laughed hollowly, but Samus wasn't listening. She needed to set things right, but she couldn't with some guy being sarcastic, gloating at her attempt. So as a result, she flicked on her power suit and forced her arm cannon into Falcon's chest. He recoiled, ceasing the hilarity immediately.

"OK, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be hostile." Falcon rubbed his stomach. Whilst doing so, he invited with the key an invisible spot for her. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but there's no room for the two of us."

That was when she proved him wrong. She leapt acrobatically into the car and upon Falcon's gasp of surprise, she curled herself into a morph ball, landing by the racer's side snugly.

"Piece of cake," Samus' voice rung triumphantly. Falcon burst into genuine laughter.

"Yeah, guess that's one way to go about the problem, as long as you're comfortable." He lifted the ball which was Samus and set her onto his lap, doing up the seatbelt over both her and himself. "It may be broken, but I'll still have to go pretty fast on the motorway," Falcon responded to Samus' puzzled silence.

Now that she was on Falcon's lap, she could see everything inside the Flyer perfectly. The window above them closed and Falcon pressed several buttons, the car starting up with a mellow buzz. A beam of light surrounded the car and with a slip from the steering wheel onto her, she could tell from Falcon's supportive hand that this was normal. She didn't care what rumours would be spread about her, Falcon was all that mattered to her now.

When the light had disappeared, it looked as if it had managed to transport the car out of the Flyer into the garage. Falcon removed his hand on her and placed it back onto the steering wheel again. The garage looked no different to how she had entered it.

No, that box wasn't there by the entrance before. It was positioned near the Landmasters and she knew she definitely didn't see a box there when she thought Fox was in the garage.

And there was only one idiot who would hide in a cardboard box, following after her. He needed to be told to stop chasing her, she didn't even like him!

Falcon steered his racecar towards the still open doors, gradually picking up speed. Without thinking, Samus returned to her former self to poke her tongue out at him, but was greeted with the sudden tightness of the area and a series of yells from Falcon.

The Blue Falcon halted sharply, narrowly missing the beams supporting the doors. Samus guiltily coiled back into her morph ball, Falcon throwing his head back after the quick events.

"Don't do that again. What were you thinking?" Falcon redid the seatbelt to position her back into its safety. He started up the car again and progressed through the grounds of Smash Mansion, leaving the past events behind.

However neither of the two forgot it, even after their trip to the mechanics. Silently, they had to agree they actually liked the closeness and chaos.

/\/\/\/\ End /\/\/\/\

A/N: Well there you have it. Those of you who guessed Falcon, virtual Easter egg for you. The ending was to add a bit of humour to it, but I don't really like it – seems too rushed. Thanks to Unit Fox-Hound for contributing the name of Meta Knight's ship - thanks again!

I was impressed with the number of voters for the poll, I wasn't expecting it to be so popular! Yeah, the winner was Marth! So I'll get started on that for you all.

Chapter after Zelda: Krystal! Please leave a review on what you think and cast your vote for Krystal's man!