As I said hopefully posting this will allow my mind to work on my other stories, so here is the second chapter already!
Not as long but I hope you enjoy it, I have so many ideas for this story its going to be a really long one, I might post it in parts instead of just one long story. But yeah I have lots of ideas and we'll be seeing quite a few characters from Generation 1 that I was disappointed weren't in the movies.
Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter and my OC Faelan who is so much fun to write.
Sam was actually an ok driver when he wasn't distracted or freaking out over something so the drive back to the Witwicky home went pretty smoothly and the car seemed to be in good condition considering it didn't make any funny noises or anything on the way back.
"So are you coming to the party tomorrow?" Sam asked as he pulled onto the drive.
"Nah, I got work tomorrow," Faelan replied grinning. "Besides I can't stand the jocks and cheerleader types that flock to those parties," she pulled a face. "I'd much rather work."
"You'd rather work most of the time," he snorted. "I honestly don't know anyone that loves going to work so much, or that has such a bizarre job."
"Hey!" she protested punching him in the arm. "It's a great job and it helps me when it comes to working on cars so don't complain considering I'm going to be looking over your car."
"Forgive me oh wise master of metal," intoned Sam grinning. "Please grace me with your skills."
She snorted and pushed him out of the car laughing. "Fine you're forgiven suck up. Go do your chores or something Sam," she grinned. "I'll make sure Bee is in top condition for your party."
He grinned goofily and practically skipped his way into the house making her roll her eyes at his antics.
"Well let's get started Bee!" Faelan cheered rubbing her hands together before she started rooting through the garage looking for Ron's tool box.
First she started off making sure all the lights were working ("Don't want Sam getting pulled over for something that's easy to fix"), as well as the wipers and all the locks on the doors before she even lifted the hood to look at the engine. When she did get to the engine she just stood and stared at it for a moment.
"I still say this is the most beautiful piece of machinery I've seen in ages," she murmured softly.
The engine seemed to purr at that even though the keys weren't in the ignition, she shook her head and smiled, you'd think she'd be more weirded out but after the things she'd heard and seen a car that appeared to be sentient really wasn't that much of a surprise.
"Well let's make sure this engine of yours actually works Bee and doesn't just look pretty."
When Faelan really got in to it she realised she'd never seen a more intricate, complicated piece of machinery, the design was amazing and she was really tempted to say there was something… alien about it. None the less she was well out of her league with this car and she wasn't ashamed to admit it, if anything it made all the other cars she'd tinkered with seem like a piece of cake and since it was a totally drool worthy piece of machinery… well, she didn't mind spending her time trying to work it out.
Finally after a few hours she stood back and wiped her hand on a rag to clean off the oil, Bee was officially safe to drive and now he just needed a wash. Faelan wandered into the garage again to find the car cleaning stuff and the hose so she could give him a wash and came out to find Sam hovering around the Camaro looking jittery.
"Done with your homework Sam?" she smirked attaching the hose to the outside tap.
"Yes," he scowled at her before brightening. "So is it ok?" he asked almost dancing on the spot.
Faelan snorted in amusement. "Yes Sam, Bee is great, doesn't need any new parts of anything. Now all he needs is a wash." She threw a sponge at him. "Since he's your car you can help."
Washing Bee was an interesting experience, the radio turned on part way through the wash and started cycling through songs that seemed to express how happy the car was at being cleaned. Sam totally freaked out at first and screamed jumping away from the car as if it was going to eat him, this made Faelan burst out laughing which turned to squeals when Sam turned the hose pipe on her.
Eventually they finished cleaning with Faelan singing along to the songs she recognised and her and Sam just generally making fools of themselves and ending up more wet than the Camaro.
"Honestly you two," said Judy Witwicky exasperated but still smiling at them as she exited the house to see exactly what Ron had bought Sam.
"Hi Judy," called Faelan grinning. "So, what do you think?" she asked gesturing to the Camaro.
Judy paused to stare at it for a moment. "… I can't decide whether to call Ron a cheapskate or just be glad it doesn't look like it's about to fall apart."
Faelan snickered at Sam's pout. "Well he runs fine and now he looks a lot better since we washed him."
Judy smiled and ignored her referring to the car as a 'he', she was very much used to how Faelan was by now, and possibly because she was a bit wacky herself she actually thought the habit was adorable.
"Are you staying for dinner Fae?" she asked smiling. Faelan blinked and looked at her watch in surprise.
"Oh! I didn't realise it was so late!" she gasped running to grab her bag from where she'd left it in the garage. "I'm sorry Judy, I told mom I'd be back for dinner."
"At least let Sam drive you home," she insisted.
Faelan raised an eyebrow. "I live three streets away Judy, I think I can walk."
"Sam should still give you a lift for helping with his car," Judy said determinedly.
Sam and Fae exchanged glances, they both knew how stubborn Judy could be, there was no way they were going to win this.
"...Fine," sighed Faelan before perking up a bit. "Can I drive Bee to my house?" she asked turning on the puppy dog eyes.
Sam grumbled a bit before relenting and throwing the keys at her making her squeal in delight and give him a brief hug before jumping in to the driver's seat. She started the engine and sighed in appreciation at the rumbling growl it made.
"I really do love this car," she sighed happily. "Now let's see what you can do Bee!"
Sam let out a high pitched squeal when she floored the gas cackling as they sped off the drive and on to the street. He sat white faced and clutching the door handle for dear life as she cannoned down the road and pulled off a turn that lifted the left hand wheels off the road slightly.
"Jesus Fae! Are you trying to kill us?!" he cried desperately trying to hold on.
"Live a little Sam, I'm just seeing what moves Bee has got," she cackled turning another sharp corner ignoring his cursing.
"How the hell did you pass your driving test?!"
"My dad is a cop moron, you think I drove like this for the test?" she snorted. "I can drive normally you know, I just don't want to right now."
Sam let out a shaky breath as they pulled up outside her house and jumped out of the car so fast she thought he'd teleported.
"Thank you god! I am never letting you drive again!" he promised vehemently.
Hadrian came out of the front door looking amused at Sam kissing the pavement in thanks and his sister cackling as she patted the hood of the camaro affectionately.
"You let her drive?" he asked smirking.
"I didn't know she was like that! It was like being in the middle of a stunt scene!" exclaimed Sam.
"Well at least we know Bee is in great shape," she said dismissively with a shrug. "That is some great engine!"
Hadrian raised an eyebrow. "You're naming other peoples things now too?"
Faelan shrugged again. "You can't tell me that Bee doesn't suit him."
He looked back at the Camaro. "Point."
She tossed the car keys back to Sam who barely caught them. "Now you can drive him in the confidence that if he can handle anything I throw at him he'll work perfectly for you."
"Thanks," replied Sam deadpan. "Next time I'll just take your word for it."
Hadrian and Faelan waved him off when he eventually got back off the ground and back into his car.
"You did that on purpose to freak him out didn't you?"
"Yep."
The minute they caught each other's eye they burst out laughing as they headed inside the house.
"Faelan's home!" called Hadrian as they entered the dinning room.
Jasper White looked up from a police report with a grin. "I heard, that sounded like a mighty fine engine. Sam's new car?" She nodded with a grin and sat down next to him.
Jasper White was a man in his early forties with a head of dark brown hair and grey eyes that Faelan had inherited from him. He was pretty tall especially when compared to his wife's petite 5'2 frame, he was also pretty toned since he made sure he was fit for his job as a cop. He was a loving father and encouraged both of his children in what ever they chose to pursue, even if his daughter had the strangest hobbies ever.
He was an overprotective father too especially since he was a cop, as such he'd sent both of his children to martial arts classes since they were young, Faelan had enjoyed it so much she'd signed up for more and now practised Akido, Karate and Hapkido along with taking lessons in archery, fencing and shooting. In other words attack her at your own peril.
"Do you have work tomorrow Fae?" asked Evelyn entering the room with their dinner, shooting a look at their father for bringing work to the table.
"Yep, Ken said that a special order came in that he wanted me to help with," Faelan replied dishing up her food.
Considering her interest in so many types of fighting it only made sense to her to want to learn how to make her own weapons too. When she'd expressed this interest as a child her parents had been stunned, after all it wasn't exactly a normal thing for a child to be interested in. However she was persistent in her decision so her father started looking around for somewhere she would be able to learn what she wanted.
He eventually found a blacksmith named Ken Morris who ran a private shop that created general and specialised weaponry. It took some persuading but eventually he agreed to let Faelan help around the store and watch as he worked. It didn't take him long to realise she asked intelligent questions and was genuinely interested in learning his trade so he started slowly teaching her.
Now she was capable of doing independent work so that he could focus on the more complicated pieces, a lot more work got done this way and he had certainly never regretted the day she started working for him. And to think her interest was sparked as a five year old when she found her dad's old rifle and asked if she could have it.
"So you're not coming to the lake tomorrow?" asked Hadrian.
She pulled a face. "You are?"
He shrugged. "I was invited, some of the guys were thinking of going."
"Do me a favour and watch out for Sam if you go please. That moron is bound to do something to get his ass kicked."
Hadrian snorted in amusement. "Sure, I just won't tell him. I doubt he'll be impressed with his best friend's younger brother watching out for him."
"You're not even twelve months younger that him!"
"He still won't like it, he wants to be a cool big guy. Being watched over by a kid in the year below is not cool."
"... He'll get over it."
Evelyn and Jasper exchanged amused glances over their children's conversation.
"And did you really have to freak him out so much with your driving? He looked like he was about to piss himself."
"Language Hadrian," scolded his mother absently before pausing. "Her driving?"
The two teens grimaced while their dad whistled innocently.
"I was just putting the car through its paces!" Faelan protested.
"She was driving like a demon, Sam actually kissed the pavement when he got out," snickered Hadrian. Evelyn shot her daughter a glare.
"Dad taught me! He said it was evasive manoeuvres!" The glare turned to her husband.
"It might be useful one day!"
"With how much of an adrenaline junkie our daughter is you thought it was a good idea to teach her something like that?"
"... At least she didn't crash?"
Evelyn looked between her husband and daughter's identical sheepish looks and rolled her eyes.
"Sometimes I swear I'm the only adult in this house."
The teens snorted in unison at their father's offended look.
"Hey!"
"Its a good thing we never got her a car," Evelyn muttered.
"Its ok I'm saving up to buy my own." The other three turned to Faelan. "What? I want one eventually, I just wanted my babies more."
They all rolled their eyes, her babies were the two G20 glocks her parents had gotten her for her sixteenth. As a police officer Jasper had managed to get the paper work through to have them in her name and with a licence to carry them as a relative of a cop she got special consideration considering someone could target her father through her. Plus it was well known at the police station exactly how good of a shot she was, there were a lot of bruised egos the day this was discovered and her father won a lot of betting money.
So what did you guys think?
Yeah Faelan is a bit of a weapons nut her and Ironhide are going to get along really well. *rolls eyes* The shooting range will never survive their contests, I swear.
Seriously though I hope you liked it and please review and let me know what you think of this story!