Pairing: Steeljaw/Denny Clay

Rating: General

Details/Themes: Petting, admiration

After Bumblebee and the team returned to the scrapyard following their departure to fix Cybertron's chain of command, they found Steeljaw had come back as well. It was apparent the wolf Transformer could care less about his own home planet and still favored this one. He had since sent the Autobots on many chases but then Denny learned that they were only diversions. How did he know such a thing? Well…

CLANG!

"Steeljaw, the 1940 Frigidaire refrigerators are not to be thrown! Set them over there gently!"

"Ah, ah, ah! Put…the…gas…sign…down!"

"Careful, they're collectables!"

It was safe to say Steeljaw became more of an illegal pound hound than a Decepticon. Denny groaned as Billy the Breakfast Beaver was placed in front of him with a looming Steeljaw wagging his tail happily. This was a common expression when he let the Con help him in the scrapyard. Holding out his hand, he couldn't help but smile when Steeljaw leaned against it. Denny had earned the Cybertronian's trust after a few visits and now he was like a puppy to the human, adoring the free pets and scratches under the ears.

Steeljaw gave a low whimper of approval as the human scratched a good area under his chin. He may have disliked being subjected to being under another's control but unlike Megatronus, at least Denny was compassionate. The human proved great company despite a few lame jokes and a knack for correcting him on the items from the junkyard he handled. But it was respectable nonetheless. Denny also was a very telling man, very fun to poke around and annoy.

The human continued to rub his muzzle as he rested himself on the ground in contentment. "You know Steeljaw, Bee might get jealous when he hears I've been paying attention to you and giving you affection."

"On the contrary, the Lieutenant has no right to criticize who you give attention to. In fact, he can get as envious as he wants but in the end, what we get is what we earn. He hasn't helped you lately so attention he won't get. He'll just have to deal with it," the wolf purred.

Suddenly, a vehicle approached the gate of the scrapyard and Denny scowled when he heard the person. "Hey Denny, I want that 1976 Camaro and I ain't leaving this time until we reach a sales price agreement! I'll hop over the wall if I have to!"

"God I hate him. His name is Ricky and he's been after a Camaro I don't want to sell. He's been bugging me for the past two months that I actually have the urge to shoot the guy," the human hissed.

Steeljaw sniffed the air vigorously before a growl emitted. He slowly began to creep up to the gate, ears pointed back and teeth bared until he saw two hands clasp the wall and his instincts kicked in. In less than a second, the Con lunged at the gate barking and snarling but sliding to a halt when the hands disappeared. He didn't stop even as the one called Ricky screamed in fear.

"When did you get a dog!?"

Denny simply crossed his arms, "Ricky, if you don't leave I will let him out."

"You wouldn't!" The voice said in a panic as Steeljaw paced.

"I don't know, maybe we should test that theory? If you promise to leave and never return, I'll call him back."

"Okay, okay! You win! You win! I'll go! Sheesh!"

As the sound of the car speeding away echoed down the street, Steeljaw gave a grunt and trotted back to Denny with a confident smile. Nobody disturbed his time with Denny. His tail moved pleasantly again when Denny began to laugh.

"Good boy, Steeljaw! Oh you sent him flying back to Crown City! I should hire you as my personal guard dog," the human chuckled.

The Con lied back down beside Denny's trailer and mewled as he was given delightful treatment once more. "I would gladly chase away intruders for you. It's the most fun I've had in a great while."

Denny smiled. Who knew Steeljaw would make a wonderful guard dog?

AN: I had this idea in my head for a while so I went with it.