"I can't wait to finally have Meredith within my reach again." Flying Scotsman mused to Quicksilver as they sat together at Victoria waiting for their coaches. The weather was beginning to warm and the snow had all but melted, Spring was finally teasing its arrival which meant Meredith's return was right around the corner. Scotsman was antsy. He snorted quietly. "I'm starting to forget what she looks like," he sighed. "How depressing is that?"

Quicksilver glanced at his superior. "Rather, considering how unforgettable she is."

Scotsman narrowed his eyes but let the comment slide. "Indeed, well, I hope she knows what she's in for second she's unloaded from that ship." His boiler rumbled intensely, he didn't even notice that his coaches had been coupled. "She'll need a few days to recover from what I plan to do to that beautiful body of hers."

"Are you going to address the concerns about Sam with her?" Quicksilver didn't want to listen to Scotsman dirty talk, he was jealous.

"Oh enough of that bullshit already," the green A3 hissed. "I've let your far-reaching accusations go once, but I will not hear it again."

Quicksilver snarled and looked away briefly to try and calm himself. He'd managed to regain Scotsman's trust with much effort over the past few weeks, though he was greatly frustrated by his dominant's complete bias. It was a startling and unexpected one-eighty from the Flying Scotsman who once despised his offsprings' very existence. After glaring holes through an unsuspecting man's newsprint, Quicksilver looked back to Scotsman who was watching him carefully. "I understand."

Scotsman couldn't help but smirk. "I hate to admit how much I admire this angerier version of yourself. I appreciate your want for pacifism but it's nice seeing a bit of spark in your eyes."

The silver A4 simply nodded. "I'm flattered, but I hate how I've betrayed my nature for you."

"You'll get over it," Scotsman stated, his smile dropped to a taught line. "You're still in love with Meredith, aren't you?"

Quicksilver locked his jaw, he eyed the guard on the platform impatiently, hoping it would prompt him to blow the whistle and allow him to escape, but he stood still and bored, there remained plenty of time before departure. "Don't get it twisted, it's only physical."

"That's not exactly reassuring," Scotsman growled. "Males who only want to fuck are more likely to step out of line."

"I'm sure you'll keep her tied up," Quicksilver did well to not become defensive though he kept his eyes forward into the bright bars of sunlight. "She'll have no use for me."

Scotsman was still unhappy with his lieutenant's nonchalance, he didn't trust him. He could smell the desire leaching out from Quicksilver's undercarriage. "So say she comes running to you, hot and swollen with desire ready to ride you until sunrise, you'll deny her?"

The mental image made the A4 twitch and shift uncomfortably. He decided to turn the tables and shift blame. "You know she came onto me, the day you were busy fucking every wench from Edinburgh to Brighton. Perhaps it's not me you should be worried about."

Flying Scotsman bristled, smoke began to billow from his chimney despite sitting idle. "And what did you say?"

"I told her how I couldn't wait to corner her and fuck her like the whore she is," Quicksilver lied with a cruel smile.

Scotsman silently raised his brow then laughed. "You really expect me to believe you said something so crude to her? I know you, you'd never call her a whore. You care for her too much."

Quicksilver's facade fell and he shook himself of the embarrassment. "You're right, I wouldn't, but she did come onto me."

"And?" Scotsman puffed, more bemused than put off. "My Mer is insatiable, I can only imagine what those barbaric Americans are doing to her."

Quicksilver's frown deepened. "Does it not bother you she does that?"

"Oh it does," Scotsman admitted loudly. "But who am I to judge? I just make sure that when she's home she's more than satisfied."

"Right…" the silver A4 sighed in defeat and finally his guard whistled for him to depart. He did so quickly and without even a subtle goodbye to the green A3. Scotsman watched the shiny engine leave with his train, slowly his smile hardened to a glare.

Meredith bumped into a set of buffer stops eagerly as Joey rolled in on her with a playful growl, the shadowed light of the shed made him darkly beautiful. He pulled her up to his lips for a less than graceful open-mouthed make out that left her light-headed and giddy.

They intertwined as such for several minutes until Joey broke the kiss to start nipping at the seam of her smokebox, as he did so he slipped his rod out and began to stroke her undercarriage, coaxing several luscious moans from the small female. The large male savored the sound and moved himself even slower against her warmth. "Sing for me." He hummed.

Meredith shut her eyes and enjoyed all the shocking feelings between her wheels. He would occasionally slip himself halfway inside just to hear her grunt but kept the foreplay mostly teasing, though even he had his limits. His rod had became slippery with her own lube after all his playing and when he connected completely it was so quick and easy Meredith gasped in shock, but the shock wore off once he began to pound the life out of her. Unfortunately, only minutes later did another male pop their head in from outside.

"Joey!"

"Oh, fuck you!" The Challenger snarled, slowing his rhythm. "Can't whatever bullshit wait till I'm done?!"

"Nope," Jimmy sneered from behind his cousin. He peeked over the other male's boiler and winked at Meredith who scowled. "Don't worry, baby girl, I'll take over."

"What?!" Joey cried. He removed himself from Meredith and rolled out onto the line with Jimmy. "You're not doing this shit again, asshole!"

Jimmy remained as smug as ever though he made show with a dramatic sigh. "Well, Joey, it seems your darling sister is in need of some company," he cooed mockingly. "Personally I'm in no mood to toss her tainted salad and was wondering if you might take the burden on for me."

Steam spilled from Joey's nostrils and he grunted. "What makes you think I want to?"

"Because she's a warm body for you to store that crooked pecker in for a few hours," the Big Boy teased. He quite enjoyed poking fun at his Challenger cousins, they were easily riled.

"It's not crooked!"

"Mer," Jimmy looked over Joey again to the bemused little tank engine behind. "Is it crooked?" She shrugged then nodded. Jimmy looked back to the seething male and grinned with his teeth. "Told ya."

"You're a sorry son of a bitch," Joey snarled, but he began to move away.

"Tell Abby I said hi," Jimmy mocked once more as the pissed off male skulked away into the night to find his sister. Then the larger engine returned his attentions to another matter: Meredith. "So, looks like you're free now."

"I am," she mused with a sly smile. "You made that up about Abby, didn't you?"

"Yes and no," Jimmy admitted as he propped the little female up on his fender. "She doesn't actually need anyone right now, but that homely whore will never turn down a good bang." He nuzzled Meredith's cheek and breathed her in. "I mainly just wanted to get him away from you." He whispered softly.

"You're so selfish." Meredith teased, she shut her eyes as he began to kiss all over her face. She sighed. "But I don't mind."

"I know you don't," he kissed her lips, parted them with his tongue and fully tasted her warm mouth until he slipped himself inside her so slow she had to break the embrace just to catch her breath as her whole body seemingly went numb. She bucked and groaned while he pumped himself easy so she could feel every inch of him, her whimpering sighs had him grinning wildly until he kissed her again just to feel her voice vibrate his throat.

When morning came the pair were still embraced, though sleeping peacefully, dripping sweat. Meredith peeked her eyes open first just to take a proper look at Jimmy's fully relaxed state. He breathed deeply, each breath lasted seconds from needing to fill and empty such massive lungs. A ghost of a smile still lingered, he appeared so soft, so innocent despite him being quite the opposite. Meredith knew she was going to miss him and Cameron the most once she left in only a few short weeks. She was going to savor what little time they had left and certainly take advantage of their ravenous nature. The female looked up at his forehead to the brass bell hung just above his brow. She'd never actually heard him use it and only just then took genuine notice of it.

The Big Boy began to stir and Meredith tried to pretend like she didn't spend the last twenty minutes studying the details of the male's features, but when he started smirking she knew she was caught. "What?" She did her best to play dumb and stuck her bottom lip out, scowling.

"You were staring at me."

"So?" She snipped.

"You like what you see?" He gave his most vain smile and bounced his brow at her. Meredith snorted.

"I've realized I never heard you use your bell," she admitted with a small laugh. "Not once since being here."

He looked up to the device hanging just out of his sight. "Yes, well, my whistle does a better job at getting the point across."

Meredith pouted. "I still want to hear it."

"Goober, it's a bell, I'm sure you've heard plenty in your lifetime. What about that big ole clock y'all have in London?" He had no problem ringing his bell for Meredith, but he had to give her the runaround first. She was so cute worked up.

Of course the little engine sighed. "You mean Big Ben? Sure, I've heard it toll many times, but I don't imagine your bell is that loud."

"It's not," Jimmy chuckled. "So why would you care to hear it?"

"Because I just want to!" She pleaded. "Gods, why do you have to be so difficult?!"

He kissed her hot cheek, unwavering under her equally burning stare. "Because I like seeing you mad." He then flexed the pulley for his bell and let it ring out for a few deep chimes then was quick to lock it back in place. He looked at the little lady on his fender and raised his brow. "Happy now?"

"Yes," Meredith cooed and kissed him with a bright smile. "Thank you, James."

"Ohh hoho, you're the only one who can get away with calling me that," Jimmy teased pressing his nose to her's. His boiler vibrated low. "Say it again."

"James," she whispered so delicately in his ear. His pressure all at once shot sky high.

He hummed then shut his eyes. "Again— slower."

The next time she said his true name was like a gentle kiss to his ears, he never thought hearing it would send such a rush through his body, but he felt tingling from his chimney to his wheels. He had planned to simply spend a quiet morning with her and no funny business before work, but her silky voice tickled his libido and his rod wound up throbbing up against her still shut undercarriage. The male put his mouth against Meredith's, speaking between kisses. "You have… until I count to five… to open up that panel… one—" he was cut off by Meredith snapping at his lips and he growled excitedly.

"What happens when you get to five?" Meredith inquired, licking her lips.

"I'll bust it open myself," Jimmy hissed as he went to nibble at the side of her cheek. "Two…"

Meredith began to grind on him, though she remained totally shut.

"Ugh… three!"

"Four," Meredith said with her lips against his.

Jimmy paused, held his mouth open to Meredith's and dragged his rod against the seam of her panel. He then licked her lips. "…five."

Pain rippled throughout Meredith's undercarriage as the metal between her wheels was cracked open by the strong male's sex. It didn't last, mind-numbing euphoria came soon after. He began to pound her with every ounce of strength he had, barely able to hear her sounds of pleasure as he himself moaned to the rhythm. They went on that way hard and loud until their bodies were completely worn and their voices cracked, then they simply kissed until Jimmy's disgruntled crew had to come in and separate them.

Poor Meredith afterward was led to a humble workshop nearby where she was greeted by Marjorie's brother. The bearded man had crossed his arms and gave her a disapproving nod, though she could see from his eyes once she was closer that he was smiling. "I can explain…" she said quietly. She stopped on a line with a dugout beneath and watched the engineer adorn a set of thick gloves.

"No need," Brett said as he clicked on a flashlight and did a quick check of Meredith's pupillary reflexes. "You let Jimbo get to ya. It happens, don't be embarrassed." He stepped down underneath the little engine and assessed the damage. He clicked his tongue. "Welp, I can definitely fix it, but it's gonna take some time." He reached up and touched the bent metal where the leafs used to be and noticed a couple minor lacerations to Meredith's valve. "What he do, shove your cover in?" Meredith blushed and Brett knew from the silence and her heightened steam output the large male did exactly that. "Let's not do it again," he mused with a smile. He then climbed out and stripped his gloves, set them on a table and strolled back behind Meredith where she couldn't see him, whistling casually.

When Brett returned he brought with him a whole set of welding materials and brand new thick sheets of iron which he cut into two rectangular pieces. Meredith was surprised to see him working alone and decided to question him. "Why are you by yourself?"

"Ah, this little repair shop is hardly used anymore. It's mainly for storage these days. If I need a crew I'll call one in but this is a simple fix, will just take some time. No need to tie up personnel with a one-man job." He grabbed a chisel, hammer, and hand grinder before slipping under the little engine again. "I'll have to remove the entirety of your panel plate to pound out the dents, it shouldn't hurt too bad but if it does let me know and I'll give you a sedative."

Meredith nodded and sat as still as she could. The hammering off of her rivets was definitely unpleasant, but not completely intolerable either. The spots closest to her more sensitive areas prompted subtle starts and yelps but overall their removal was seamless, it was when it came down to cutting the metal she began to struggle. Her eyes watered and body burned but she didn't want to be put under, she forced herself to sweat and quietly cry through the process until she felt the last bit of her undercarriage release from its seams. Then she exhaled deeply, a single whimper escaped as she did so.

"You alright?" Brett asked, he dusted his hands off and laid the metal out on another table beside an old brick smithing forge. The female nodded but still couldn't speak, the static under her was difficult to ignore. "I'll do my best to not leave you exposed for too long. This building is drafty and while it may be warmin' up out, an unwanted breeze might be a bit much for you right now."

Meredith watched in silence as he then began the arduous process of heating and hammering the red hot metal until it was once again true and smooth. The little engine appreciated the man's discretion as well as his silence, he never tried to talk her ear off and respected her peace as he worked, and he worked well. He was careful with every move, exact with his measurements, hunching over to nearly put his face to the table to make sure no imperfections showed themselves in the fire-sourced light. Sweat beaded from his grungy brow but never once did a drop touch the material and any rogue sparks which leapt against his exposed arms not once made him twitch. When he was satisfied with the shape of the opening he laid it back down, the little engine didn't realize it, but Brett did well to cater to her habits and made the opening of her panel's plate wider.

Meredith had dozed off when the engineer had begun to cut her new leafs and woke from a warm buzz tickling her beneath. She looked down and saw a light flickering from the dugout and figured he must be welding her repaired plate on. She glanced outside the open bay door and noticed the horizon had begun its fiery transition to nighttime. She yawned and lapped at her dry lips. "Are you almost done?" She asked dryly.

"I'll tell you in a minute," he stopped his welding and tapped the metal. "Give it a flex." He waited patiently until she tried to open the new leafs, they caught slightly on a seam but then tucked up with ease after some straining from the little engine. "Alright, looks good, I'll give it some oil and you'll be free to go." He climbed up from beneath and looked at the female with another warm smile. "Maybe go a little easy on yourself next time."

Meredith looked away but returned the smile.

"You're still making me wait," Emerson whispered softly to Marilyn as he pulled in beside her at Liverpool. The air was warm, full of laughter as the winter burdens have worn off the folk of the United Kingdom. "What sort of damage was done to that lovely undercarriage of yours you have to curb me for weeks?"

The young female tried not to smile at the way his breath tickled the side of her smokebox. Oh how she wanted to let him ravish her, take her to a humble siding under newly blooming Aspen and fill her up proper, but fear of retaliation from her brother forced her to constantly push him away. Surprisingly enough, it seemed to only deepen the male's interest in her so she treated it like a game. "Oh, I'm healed," she admitted with an innocent bat of her lashes. "I'm just interested to see how invested you are in this potential hookup."

Emerson smiled and shook himself in frustration. "Dammit, you're driving me insane." He glanced around the station, all human eyes seemed diverted to everything but the pair and he leaned closer to keep his tone hushed. "Please just let me take you to the Quonset hut, I've got an hour and I can do a lot with an hour."

"I've got thirty minutes," Marilyn said playfully, she felt herself crumbling as she breathed in his ashy scent. "What can you do with that?"

Emerson licked his lips. "Quite a bit."

Marilyn looked at the male, his eyes were already dilated and feral, he had anticipated her yes before she was able to speak it, she decided to simply give her answer by making a show of uncoupling herself from her train. Emerson nearly let his rod slip when she did but he locked it up long enough to lead her to the hut overlooking the seaside cliffs outside the city. He watched her back in and before she could stop he slammed into her, taking her mouth and valve all at once. He had put off hooking up with his regulars in anticipation for the moment he could have Marilyn and he wasn't about to let the usual foreplay stand in the way of his moment. He rode her hard, she whimpered in delight. Emerson's rod wasn't quite up to Sam's size but he knew how to move it in ways which struck every nerve, Marilyn quickly devolved into a writhing moaning mess, barely able to keep her mouth steady to savor his smooth tongue.

The world suddenly went silent, as Marilyn about reached her climax the sensation pushing her was ripped out from under her. She blinked and Emerson had been snatched by another and dragged snarling outside. She cried out as she saw a flash of black and red behind her new lover. "Sam!" She screamed. "Sam, stop!"

All the fog in the female's brain had cleared, she charged to the entrance of the hut to find her brother and Emerson at odds along the cliff edges. "Samuel! Stop this!" She persisted, tears broke free.

Her brother, newly painted in the darkest black with blood-red accents, stared at his sister and hurled steam before he once again charged Emerson in a cloud of jealous fury. Emerson did well to counter Sam's strength, but his buffer beam had begun to buckle from the speedy blows dealt him. He finally managed to latch his buffer pads to Sam's and they stared each other down, teeth bared, eyes dark, neither said a word but Sam began to smile. Emerson braced himself for a twist, but wasn't prepared to be completely thrown from the rails the way he was. His body slid sideways towards the cliff edge and he shut his eyes, ready for the painful tumble down the crags and into the raging sea, but it didn't come. He had stopped just before and once he regained his vision he found Sam on the line beside him staring smugly. The young male leaned close. "Keep away from what's mine."

"Have you gone barking bloody mad, boy?!" Flying Scotsman snarled at his son from inside the Doncaster works where he and Emerson were brought for repairs. "I think I've finally made some progress with you and you go and pull this shit?!"

"He was assaulting Marilyn!" Sam insisted, he shut one eye to shield it from the sparks thrown by a workman welding his buffers. "What was I supposed to do?!"

"You come find me! Or Quicksilver or Edgar!" Scotsman put himself in his son's face which made the man working on the beam rightfully uneasy. "You're in no position to be committing these acts, you're already a target for your outlandishly bizarre behavior." He then looked over Sam's new paintwork. "And what's this look you've settled for? It's far too aggressive."

"I didn't like my old paint," Sam stated. "This suits me better."

Scotsman grinded his teeth. "Indeed it does." He reversed away, softened only slightly. "So you're sticking with Emerson raping Marilyn, that's your story?"

"That's the truth."

The older A3 sighed and glanced to Emerson a few meters away. "I suppose I'll speak with Marilyn before I decide what to do with the two of you, but for now, keep it shut or I'll rip your tongue out."

Sam rolled his eyes but yielded and watched as more sparks bounced down onto the concrete.

The Flying Scotsman wasn't gone for more than an hour before he returned with a still visibly shaken Marilyn as well as Quicksilver and Edgar who had managed to delay their trains long enough to deal with the new drama unfolding between the railway's younger occupants. Quicksilver remained at Marilyn's side while Edgar approached Sam looking less than pleased with the youngling. "You're proving yourself to be a right cunt, aren't ya boy?"

"Stop calling me boy." Sam countered, he straightened himself to a defensive stance as the black A4 approached. Their buffers met and Sam grinned. "Sorry for damaging your little toy, I'm sure he'll be ripe to fuck in a few days."

"If it wasn't for the fact you're Scot's son I'd rip your cock out and choke you with it." Edgar responded with an equally cruel smile. He leaned even closer, spoke low so only Sam could hear. "I know what you did to my brother, and it'll only be a matter of time before I have your head for it."

Sam chuckled. "You have to prove it first, pretty boy."

"I will," Edgar breathed, he took in the bright smell of blood and oil on the young male, the moment might've been erotic if it wasn't for who he was talking to. "Watch your back."

"I really hope you're not flirting with my son," Scotsman rolled up to the pair, breaking up their seemingly romantic moment.

Edgar scoffed. "Trust me, I wasn't." He eyed Sam one more time and backed away to make room for Scotsman and the rest of the party. "So you insist Emerson had forced himself on your sister? You're sticking to that?"

Sam simply nodded then took a brief glance at Marilyn who avoided his gaze and did well to put Quicksilver between them. The silver A4 noticed the exchange but didn't verbally acknowledge it, he simply placed himself closer to the young female then spoke carefully. "Not to accuse you of lying, Samuel, but Marilyn shows no signs of being forced upon. Emerson is a strong lad and sizeable to her, if there was a struggle it would certainly be evident."

"Well that sounded exactly like an accusation to me," Sam retorted, he glanced to Emerson who was pretending not to listen. "Marilyn is caring to a fault. She won't tell anyone no, nor will she fight, that makes it no less of an assault should she give in simply for self preservation."

Edgar snorted loudly, he then turned to the fearful female cowering behind his brother. "Is this true?"

She hesitated, looked to Quicksilver for assurance and he nodded. She moved forward and peered at Emerson. He was worried. Marilyn swallowed. "It is true… mostly. Emerson had been courting me for some time, I dragged him along, thought it was fun, thought he was charming." She paused to see Emerson's slight smile. "He finally coaxed me to the Quonset hut. I'll admit I was nervous, wasn't entirely ready to take our courtship to the next level, but he seemed to hypnotize me. I gave in."

Emerson's eyes widened, while she didn't outright accuse him of rape, her words seemed to give merit to her brother's. In that moment he was overcome with fear once Scotsman's cold eyes were on him. "I'll make this simple," the dominant male began, he held Emerson's gaze for a moment then returned attention to his daughter. "Marilyn, did you feel as if your life was in danger?"

She froze, looked to Emerson, then to Sam. She stared her brother down.

"I did."