Maaaan, so long since I updated this. I mean, I have almost half a million (I love saying that xD) words of this story, but never get around to uploading individual chapters. Clearly chopping up the documents is too much effort for me. And editting. One day I will edit it (rather than get distracted with an OC-based AssCreed story instead xD)
R&R peoplez and keep letting me know who your favourite TFs are :D ~
They passed a few cars on their way, Alex eyeing them up suspiciously as they zoomed past, knowing that now he'd never be able to look at another vehicle the same way. They must have been relatively close to the car park at Paria View when Drag suddenly slowed something, spotting something in front of him.
After a moment's pause, the engine seemingly have cut off, he quickly spoke up, "Hold on and trust me."
"Trust you? Drag, what do you -?" Alex cut himself off as the Aston Martin revved its engine and floored it, accelerating with astonishing speed (naught to sixty in four point three seconds, Alex thought to himself absently), and both he and Bill were thrown back into their seats. They quickly spotted another car coming towards them, specifically a Rolls Royce Phantom in a rather hideous blue colour. Had Drag not swerved onto the other side of the road to head straight at it, Alex would have been suspicious of it regardless since it was nothing like all the other tourist cars that were around the area. Bill had grabbed onto the door as if that might help her as they belted towards the oncoming Rolls that was making no move to get out of the way. Alex wanted to close his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. He barely had enough to time to blink as it was anyway, when the two cars slammed into each other, nose to nose with a sickening crunch, both engines roaring furiously.
Normally both cars would have crumpled up to take the impact, most likely writing them off instantly. Their engines would probably have been completely crushed due to the sped at which the collision occurred, their tires blown, front axel twisted and generally everything would be a complete mess. However, despite the whiplash-inducing crash, there weren't any marks on the two cars. As Alex recovered from the forceful impact, his neck really beginning to feel the strain from all these rapid stops and crashes, his eyes widening as he saw that both cars were still nose to nose, trying to push against each other, their engines still revving loudly, wheels spinning with effort. Alex glanced at Bill who looked a little pale, but otherwise uninjured, yet was still clinging to the car door.
Drag didn't seem to be giving up on forcing the Decepticon back, and while his Aston form had the most horsepower, he wasn't utilising it totally, seemingly just wanting to keep the Rolls from escaping instead.
Alex supposed that he had requested assistance from anyone in the nearby vicinity, because it wasn't long until he spotted Flywheel hurtling towards them in his Chevy Tahoe guise. He didn't slow at all as he reached them, and instead simply rammed the Decepticon in the backside, sandwiching him between the two Autobots. The impact once again jarred both Alex and Bill inside Drag, causing Alex to curse loudly under his breath about his neck and how it might snap in two at any moment.
While both Autobots held the Decepticon in place, none of them relenting their violent engine revving, a few tourists had the misfortune of passing them. Alex could see the confusion all too clear on their faces as they drove past, and he almost felt like he should get out and chivvy them along, claiming their was nothing to see and they should get on their way.
He was beginning to also wonder if they'd stay locked like this forever when he saw movement to his left. After quickly glancing up and down the road to check nothing was coming, Gasket strode out and made his way across the road casually. He looked down at the Decepticon who was now struggling to revert to his humanoid form in defence, but was unable to do so successfully with Flywheel and Drag pinning him into a small space.
Gasket shook his head and put a large foot down on the Roll's soft-top, crushing it down, "When will you Decepticons learn?" he gave a dramatic sigh, "This can't go on forever. Care to divulge in any information before I take you apart, Drophead? Perhaps, you could expand on the information Crankshaft has already let slip? About this facility in a city to the north of here?"
Drophead gave a furious growl, sounding far from a sound that one would expect a refined Rolls Royce to make, "You stupid Autobots," he continued to try and struggle into his natural form, occasionally an arm or leg lashing out here or there, "By all means, go to the facility, but all you will achieve is your downfall! We will rid you from this insect infested planet and turn its inhabitants into our slaves!"
"That's what you Decepticons always say," Flywheels deep rumbling voice almost blended in with his powerful engine, "But you're too weak, unable to get on and do it."
"Not for much longer," Drophead gave a nasty laugh as his hood attempted to pop open, but it jammed part the way up, "We'll soon have enough Energon to control this planet and repair our own."
Gasket frowned slightly, "There are no sources of Energon, nor any substantial human forms of energy which you could convert into Energon. You must be mistaken."
"He is a Decepticon, they're all insane," Drag grunted.
Drophead gave another growl, "You Autobots are the ones who are mistaken! You're blind to what lies right in front of you. But because you protect the stupid humans, you miss out on the opportunity for Energon."
"Humans come before Energon," Gasket shook his head, "We'd never put them at risk."
"That's what makes you so stupid," Drophead snarled, "We've found the perfect answer to our questions. Not only will Fusion make us all immortal, but it will supply us with plentiful Energon for taking over as many worlds as we wish."
"Going to expand on that for us?" Flywheel asked sharply.
"What do you think?" Drophead gave a rough laugh, "Idiotic Autobot."
"Well it's very obvious that whatever is going on share links with Fusion, the discovery here and this facility you talk of," Drag explained, taking on a knowing tone, "We don't need you to expand on anything for us when we're most likely more intelligent than you and can put two and two together without the use of an electrical numerical counting device."
"A calculator," Alex offered quietly as he rolled his eyes.
"Whatever," Drag grunted in response.
Drophead began to struggle wildly again, "You'll never understand it," he snapped.
"We can try," Gasket looked like he was beginning to get bored with the Rolls as he engaged a small energy weapon mounted on his right arm, aiming it at the Decepticon in general.
"Try is all you'll be doing!" Drophead laughed once again, however was cut off by Gasket firing his weapon a couple of times into his hood, the blasts burning their way straight through his internal workings.
Flywheel made a sound of disgust, "Some of these Decepticons talk so much, they must like the sound of their own voice."
"Agreed," Drag commented as he rolled backwards away from the smouldering and melted Rolls Royce, "Pulse and the others are a little why behind, they'll deal with Drophead's remains."
Gasket nodded, "We should return to Crossfire and Traction. Crankshaft made a break for it when a poor human appeared in the same Porsche 911 that he takes as his vehicle form and confused us. Meaning we went for the human instead of him. Luckily the human was ok, however, just a little shaken, but unharmed. Traction is still fighting Envoy, however. I don't understand why he insists on drawing the fight out, when I'm sure he has the weapons and experience to dispatch the Decepticon easily. They spend more time conversing and swapping jibes than actually engaging each other physically."
"Brothers," Flywheel grunted, "I knew it from the moment I saw them both together in their natural forms. They have the same body style and fight similarly."
"What?" Drag exclaimed rather loudly, sounding a little out of character.
"They're brothers," Flywheel repeated shortly, "Envoy and Traction."
"Why the hell did he not tell us that?" Drag asked incredulously, "Natural or forced?"
"Natural, obviously. I'm sure if you ask him he might enlighten you as to why they're on opposing sides," Flywheel responded.
"You guys can have brothers?" Alex opened Drag's door and leaned out to look at the other two Autobots.
"Good grief, Drag, you had humans in you while you were engaging Drophead?" Gasket stared at him.
Flywheel didn't look quite as bothered by this realisation (not that he ever looked particularly anything as it was) and answered Alex's question, "Of course. In a natural sense, it occurs when a Spark is introduced to a protoform in order to give it life, however it splits and needs two forms. Unnaturally it can lead to clones that tend to be unstable and rather unusual. Therefore Envoy and Traction share two halves of the same Spark, meaning they are brothers."
Drag too decided to ignore Gasket staring at him, "It's unusual that they end up on opposing sides, however. I shall ask him more, but later, after this is over."
"Interesting," Alex commented, "Good brother, evil brother. Reminds me of my own brother and I."
"Yeah, you're the evil one, while he's the good one," Drag muttered. Alex just smiled and patted Drag on the dash in response.
"Let us be on our way," Flywheel rolled back from Drophead's deceased form and turned around, beginning to head back the way he'd come.
Alex shifted himself back into Drag, the door shutting behind him. The Aston then set off after Flywheel, Gasket folding down into his tow truck guise to follow them, leaving the destroyed Rolls Royce to smoulder in the road.
Alex glanced across to Bill who looked his way, "I do love how these guys pick fancy cars as their vehicle forms. Makes it worse when they destroy them."
"Well I suppose they just have expensive taste?" Bill shrugged.
"Seems that way," Alex agreed, "What do we know so far? Lamborghini, Aston, Porsche, Dodge Viper and a Rolls. Funnily enough all but one are the Decepticons," he leant forward on the steering wheel, "Hey Drag, I think you've picked the wrong allegiance. Pretty cars are the evil ones, so it's more interesting when they're destroyed."
"Or perhaps it's just because I have and understanding for style," Drag replied curtly.
"True, Astons are drop dead gorgeous," Alex agreed.
"I hope that's not you coming onto him, Alex?" Bill smirked and raised her eyebrows at him.
He looked at her innocently, "But how can you resist this lovely interior," he stroked a finger along the dash, "This car has curves," he ran his hands over the steering wheel.
"I'm not Jak," Drag warned, "Please keep your strange human fantasies to yourself."
"But Drag, you're so hot and so cool," Alex insisted.
"That's not physically possible," Drag countered.
"Hawt," Alex gave a little growl.
"You're as bad as Jak. Now I know why you were partnered with him. I'm rather glad that when I was partnered to your oblivious brother, he wasn't as bad as you. At least I didn't wind up with you," Drag grumbled.
Alex was about to continue rubbing Drag up the wrong way when his cell phone suddenly started ringing in his pocket, the tone blasting out 'I'm Too Sexy' to his embarrassment. He blushed slightly then frowned and pulled it out, surprised that even after Pulse fixing it, it was still alive with all the running and falling he'd been doing lately. He eyed up the caller ID with distaste, tempted to let Bill answer it instead, but decided to just do it himself. He hit the answer button and held it up to his ear, "Yes, father?"
"Where the hell are you?" Alex's father's voice was extremely loud, even though the volume was set fairly low.
"I'm out and about," Alex shrugged lazily, wondering why it took two days for his father to bother calling him. Shows how concerned he must have been.
"Where are you? What have you done to your brothers car?" his father demanded.
"I told you I'm out. But I do happen to currently be in Jack's car," Alex decided to just tell the truth since it seemed more farfetched than any lie he could come up with as it was.
"Why did you steal his car?" his father sounded positively furious.
"I wanted to take it for a ride. Though it took me for one instead."
"Get back here this instant, Alexander! You are in some serious trouble!"
"Father, I'm currently in southern Utah, I won't be back anytime soon."
"What in Gods name are you doing out there?"
"Sightseeing."
"In your brother stolen car? Why would -? Hang on, your brother wants to talk to you," Alex could hear the phone being handed to someone else. The next thing he knew his brother was yelling down the phone at him in his irritating accent, which was the result of him trying to sound sophisticated and British while having a Texan drawl. Alex had to hold the phone away from his ear to avoid permanent auditory damage.
"What have you done with my car, you cretin?" Jack was yelling, "I have already called the police on you! I will call the army too if need be! That is my car, which I told you never to lay a finger on!"
"You called the police?" Alex frowned, "Overkill anyone? I'm just your brother, taking your car for a jaunt."
"You are a thief! Don't think I didn't notice you taking my money too!" Jack snapped.
"I was borrowing it. You have enough as it is," Alex shrugged, glancing in Bill's direction, only to receive a rather disapproving glare.
"That is no excuse, you idiotic delinquent! I am going to kill you when you get home!" Jack continued to rant.
"If I come home," Alex added.
"You had better come home! You are a carjacking imbecile!"
"I don't think you could get anymore insults in what you're saying, even if you tried," Alex sighed boredly, "You want to talk to your car to prove it's in one piece?"
"Car's don't talk, idiot!" Jack retorted angrily.
"This one does," Alex leant down slightly and put the phone down to Drag's nearest speaker in his door.
Drag gave a dramatic sigh, deciding to just go along with Alex's game, "This is your 'car'. I'm perfectly fine. No scratches, no dents, perfect as usual."
Alex vaguely heard Jack yell some kind of response involving the word 'accomplice' before Drag replied, "Not at all. I have many ways to prove that I'm your car. Including one event back in September when you and that rather bland woman decided it would be fun to procreate in me."
Alex snorted loudly, shoving a hand over his mouth to stop him from bursting out into rather excessive laughter. There appeared to be an embarrassed pause from Jack's end before he exploded again, demanding to know who had known that.
Drag just simply replied with, "I'm your car. I know things."
"Let me talk to him," Bill sighed eventually, holding out her hand expectantly, "He's more likely to listen to me."
"Sure thing," Alex straightened up and tossed her the phone.
"Jack?" Bill tried cautiously in case he yelled at her.
"Bill?" Alex's brother sounded genuinely confused, "What are you doing there with him?"
"He's just taking me for a ride. I didn't think he'd taken your car without asking, he told me you'd let him," Bill replied smoothly.
"Well I didn't. Get him to return home this minute," Jack demanded.
"I'm sorry Jack, Alex is taking me to an audition in Canada, we're going to be away for an unknown length of time. I'm sorry he didn't tell you, and that he took your car. If I'd known I'd never have let him take me. But if I have to return back to Texas I'll miss a possible big break," Bill gave a loud sigh, "Please don't let me miss out on this Jack. I'd be ever so grateful if you let Alex had your car for a little while longer. It would help me out greatly," she added, letting a sweet tone enter her voice, causing Alex to pull a disgusted face.
Jack hesitated slightly, "I don't know… He's not insured to drive my car."
"Jack, please," Bill tried again, "You'd be doing me a favour. I'll make sure Alex doesn't damage your car. He's driving very carefully."
Jack continued to hesitate, "I… Well… Fine. But I'll check in every now and then. I can't have you keeping my car for too long."
"Don't worry we won't," Bill replied cheerfully, "Thank you so much, it means everything to me. I'm glad Alex has such an understanding and kind brother."
"Oh, well, that's ok then," Jack sounded rather proud.
"See you Jack," Bill didn't waste anytime in hanging up on him in case he changed his mind. She passed the phone back to Alex who was staring at her, "I didn't over do the compliments did I?" she frowned.
"One compliment is too many when it comes to a Sheppard. They go straight to our heads," Alex muttered, slipping the phone back into his pocket.
"Well at least it got the desired result," Bill shrugged.
"It's sickening listening you talk to him like that," Alex grunted, "Even if you were just doing what you do best."
"Acting?" Bill smiled proudly.
"No. Being a hussy."
Bill's smile disappeared and she shoved him roughly, "Shut up. I just have a way with men."
"Yeah, sure," Alex smirked at her.
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms, "I even manage to attract alien non-organic males."
"That's not something to proud of," Alex countered lazily, "Especially since your admirer is Jak."
"Better than nothing I suppose," Bill shrugged.
"He's a Ford Mustang GT Premium, candy apple red with custom – in the sense that not even Ford offer it – dark grey, almost black, stripes. He's got a red leather interior, a fairly nice dash that isn't too tacky. He's kitted out with a rather expensive sound system, huge speakers in the trunk included. He has a V8 engine, with a top speed of one hundred and eighteen and does naught to sixty in four-point-nine seconds. He likes to talk, take long drives on a beach and is looking for friendship, maybe more," Alex sat back in the seat casually.
"Fine Alex, point made. But at least he has a personality," she added.
"Don't we all?" Alex replied, sounding rather blasé.
Bill just sighed and shook her head, turning her attention to the scenery flashing past them, "Note, that you owe me now for lying to your brother."
"Sure thing," Alex shrugged, "I'll give you whatever you want once this stuff is over and done with."
"Which should be fairly soon," Drag commented, having remained silent during their exchange, "We're almost at the turning for Paria View. Be prepared in case Envoy and Traction are still fighting."
"If they're anything like my brother and I, we'd be fighting forever and always," Alex rolled his eyes.
"I doubt you'd kill your brother though, would you?" Drag asked.
"You have a point. As much as I'd love to… I can't. I'd be sent to jail. You guys get off scot-free because you're fighting a war," Alex shrugged.
"Start a war, then kill him," Drag suggested.
"Drag!" Bill snapped, "Don't suggest that. I thought you were for our human survival. You'll put ideas in Alex's tiny and influential mind."
"Gee thanks Bill," Alex rolled his eyes at her.
"I'm for humans making their own way through life, without us, nor the Decepticons interfering," Drag corrected her, "I fight the Decepticons because I believe they're wrong in their ideas and methods of domination. I neither dislike humans as the Decepticons do, since I respect your intelligence and ability, but nor do I like them like Jak does. You're an equal, yet growing, species, so I feel it my responsibility to protect you from a threat that we have brought down upon you. Therefore that's why I fight as an Autobot and am proud to fight for Earth and its inhabitants. It's not a matter of likes and dislikes in regard to humans."
"As insulting as that could be," Alex mused, "I do get your point."
"I'm glad I made it clear," Drag thanked him.