Brothers In Arms

A/N: Umm... I just relized that I forgot to update here and post chapter one... HehHeh *^^* so here it is! Unlike at FF.net chapter 2 will be soon in coming. Lets say a week? Sorry abou the mix up folks!!

Also: The ‘07 Lotus Elise has won!!! I have also been able to work out a brilliant history!! Yay me! Do remember that my “Guy Thing” is not cars, so for car people if I describe something all crap-tastically, or say something completely retarded please let me know and I will fix it as best I can! I like being as accurate as possible.


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Brothers In Arms
Ch. 1


The car ride had been quiet the rest of the way home following those few little words and Sam had been thankful for that. Once in the driveway he had just sat in his seat for a moment killing the last few minutes before curfew being oddly relieved that Bumblebee didn’t seem to have a problem with Sam’s confession. The minutes seemed like hours as a light jazz mix floated to his ears. Sam jumped when Bee spoke, though he spoke softly and gently.

“Why were you so worried Sam? I do not understand what is so horrible about being gay.” The question surprised Sam though he wasn’t really sure why. It isn’t like he should have expected the alien robot car to understand.

“Being gay just isn’t a good thing to most humans ok? It’s kinda…. Complicated.” Sam finished lamely shifting uncomfortable in the seat.

“Is it because you cannot reproduce?” Sam blushed and sighed dropping his forehead to the steering wheel in exasperation with a muted thud. How could an alien robot supposedly so freakishly advanced be so stupid? It boggled Sam’s mind.

“Look Bee, I gotta go. We’ll talk tomorrow alright? You can look it up on the net tonight if it’ll help.” Without waiting for an answer Sam stepped out of the car, “Good night Bee. Tomorrows Saturday and it’s suppose to be nice out so maybe I’ll give you a good scrub down.”

The engine purred happily and Sam smiled. His hand stroked down the hood in a silent promise for tomorrow as he walked by before heading to the door. He ignored his parents questions about his evening as he headed directly to his room and fell on his bed face first. He was asleep in no time and the dreams began to rise to the forefront. The dreams that where what had made him want Mikaela and Bee so badly to begin with in a vein hope that he could be “normal” after all. In the end though the dreams had just made being with Mikaela a chore. She was a decent friend but anything more was just to much grueling work. Sam still loved Bee as much if not more then he had when he found the old wreck on that lot, this was the only bit of his original plan that had come to fruition. In fact, the youth was convinced that Bumblebee would be the one thing he hung onto until the day he died. Come to think of it, the dreams that had made him and Mikaela so wrong for one another had gotten worse after he had gotten Bee. How strange….

It always started the same in these dreams. Everything was dark and cold, little more then shapeless black and white shadows. Suddenly there was a burst of light: a flash of himself spread out, head thrown back, mouth open, skin flushed. Sam could feel a firm but gentle touch run down his back, over each arm and leg before it drew him into a fantastic full body warmth. Another blink, and he was arched up toward a starry sky, the moon was full and his moans echoed out into forever in the darkness. Something smooth and warm was beneath him as he lay on his stomach, that gentle touch petting his back. His eyes were half lidded and a languid smile was on his face. One hand was stretched out over the smooth surface while the other pillowed his head. He lovingly stroked the surface with his free hand before turning his face to kiss it. Color suddenly splashed over his black and white vision. Gleaming yellow and black contrasted by tan skin and dark hair under an inky canopy lit by the silver moon and stars.

Suddenly Sam jumped awake. Someone was yelling his name. At least he was pretty sure it was his name.

“Sam, there’s a man at the door for you!”

Yep, that was his name all right.

“What?!” Sam was half asleep as he glanced at the clock before pushing himself up off the bed and descended the stairs only half aware that he was in his clothes from the previous day. 9AM was to early on a Saturday morning. Especially after admitting to your alien robot car something that your parents really needed to know more seeing as the car doesn’t care weather or not you’re a queer. Heck he doesn’t even really understand it! Sam sighed to himself as he came to his mother standing before the open front door.

Looking behind his mother Sam saw something that knocked him awake faster then a pint of Vault(1). A man in his mid twenties with spiky black hair tipped in a silver white stood on his doorstep looking more nervous then a crack dealer at a Police dept. convention. He was tall, somewhere in the neighborhood of 6’3” Sam guessed. A tight slim build, winning smile despite his unease and bright, mint speckled, forest green eyes that seemed so deep and possessive Sam was almost afraid they would steal his soul. Tight black jeans hugged his legs down to gray, star covered converses while a fading black T-shirt clad his firm chest. A shirt which had something Sam couldn’t decipher scrawled on it in a menacing red font. Not that he really cared about the script seeing as he was still stuck on ‘Damn he’s hot!”

“Hi, name’s Vally. Umm…. About your car? The kick ass yellow one….. Ah, Bumblebee isn‘t it?” The man’s voice was smooth like melted chocolate.

Sam shook his head to clear his thoughts, “Bee?! Wha… What do you want with Bee?”

“Well, long story short, Bumblebee and my buddy here,” The man, Vally, gestured to the aubergine purple ’07 Lotus Elise currently parked next to Sam’s own ‘08(2) Camaro, “Apparently they go way back or some shit and he was hoping to have a word with Bumblebee.”

“Really now?” Sam wasn’t so sure about all of this. Who was this guy?! How was Sam to know him from any other raving lunatic.

The man sighed, “Look, Sam right? If he doesn’t get to have his little reunion shindig or whatever, my car is going to fucking leave me here. I’ll be honest and tell you that, well…. I just really need my car. Can’t live without it even! That handsome devil is my life, alright kid?” The man sounded desperate and he looked at Sam with pathetically pleading eyes.

“Lemme go change, I slept in these clothes last night.” Sam closed the front door and went back to his room.

A new pair of jeans and fresh T-shirt later and he was telling his mom he’d be out with his friend today and was taking the Camaro with him. Her face had soured when he mentioned Bumblebee, but as usual he ignored it along with her grumbles about him spending to much time with that car. Apparently it was unhealthy. Who knew right? Once outside he got a good long look at the Elise parked beside his best friend. It was an almost black aubergine Purple with metallic, green tinted silver designs. On the hood a sharply drawn tribal dragonfly had almost menacing wings spread wide, a vine like design snaked across the hood above the insect and over the mirrors before dipping toward the doors. Other jagged tribal designs intertwined down the car’s sides, two distinct Vs visible in the mess of tribal symbols. Vally was leaning back against it, fiddling with a lighter in one hand and talking to what looked like himself but Sam bet was actually the car. Similarly to Bee the car’s engine tones changed in answer to the man’s voice.

“Follow me I know a good place.” Sam said vaguely as he walked over to the Camaro. Bee and the Elise both opened their driver side doors and let their humans in.

“What do you think Bumblebee? Who the hell is this guy?!” Sam gestured at the car beside them in frustration.

The autobot found himself unable to answer. Hope had welled up inside his spark when he had scanned the vehicle that had pulled up along side of him but for some odd reason none of his attempts to communicate with the Lotus Elise had been responded to. For the moment all he could do was peal out of the driveway and take off at nearly illegal speeds for the outlook. Sam yelped and hastily put on his seatbelt at Bee’s abrupt movement. Sam asked what was going on and all he got was a jumble of reunion type songs rushing over the speakers. With a shrug Sam settled back into the seat trying to figure out what could be going on. He was still completely confused by the time they got to their spot. Bumblebee opened the door and unbuckled Sam’s seatbelt at the same time. Sam stepped out with a question on his lips only to be cut off when Vally and his Elise rolled up. The black haired man was practically dumped out of the car and Sam winced a little remembering when Mikaela had insulted Bumblebee and they had been thrown out in a similar fashion.

“Jesus effin’ Christ Dee!! What the hell was that for?!” The man yelled as he scrambled up.

The car didn’t answer. Instead it rolled closed to Bee on it’s own before nearly knocking Sam over with surprise when it stood up. Sam swore he heard an almost fondly muttered “Show off,” from Vally. A moment after the dark purple bot had come to stand before him Bumblebee transformed as well and the two stood there watching one another almost curiously. Sam backed away slowly until he was stopped by Vally’s hands on his shoulders. The boy didn’t even jump, he was so captivated by the sight in front of him. The two bots were almost disturbingly similar. A few differences stood out to Sam though. Bee was shorter, though it was barely noticeable unless you were pointedly looking, which Sam was. The new bots coloring was different, obviously, the paint gleaming dark purple as the green-silver tribal markings caught the light seeming to make them dance over his plating while the inner workings beneath it were a darker gun metal color then Bee’s . The purple bot’s build seemed leaner in the chest and abdomen, almost like Sam remembered Jazz’s being, the boy also noticed damage that hadn’t been visible when it was an Elise. One electric blue optic, identical to Bumblebee’s, was dark and probably sightless while the half of the darker bot’s double plate face armor protecting the features around the dysfunctional optic seemed locked in battle mode while the other half of the plate rested where it was suppose to be. Weather it was stuck that way or simply protecting the old injury Sam didn’t know. Burns scarred the gun metal mechanics below the plating and what looked like a blade stuck out slightly from his left forearm, most likely jammed that way.

“Bumblebee?” A surprisingly gentle sounding synth-voice rumbled from the Elise’s vocal processor.

“Dragonfly?” Bee responded, tone hopeful.

“So many years, brother….” By the tone of Dragonfly’s voice Sam was pretty sure he would be crying if alien robots could. The two embraced, the darker bot wincing but hanging on tightly to Bumblebee.

The tenderness in his friends voice made Sam‘s heart ache when he responded softly, “Far to many years, little brother.”

Sam’s world froze solid.

“Brother?!” Sam thought he might have fainted if it hadn’t been for Vally holding him upright. As it was he was contemplating having a seizure out of shock instead.

“That’s what I said kid.” The man muttered patting the boy‘s shoulder sympathetically, “You alright there? You look kinda pale.”

Bumblebee suddenly released the other bot and knelt down near the two humans, a sea of concern put into one word, “Sam?”

“I’m fine Bee….” The boy pulled himself straight and waved the other’s concern off, “Could you just explain a few things to me buddy?”

Bumblebee nodded. He glanced over at Dragonfly who also came to sit beside their humans. It was so strange seeing the younger bot again. Without a second thought Bumblebee sent out a message to the other autobots on earth telling them of Dragonfly’s presence and sent visuals of the surface repairs he needed. He hoped that Ratchet could restore his sibling to his former glory. Dragonfly looked as if he had aged over a million earth years and not the several thousand he had been missing. Bumblebee was certain that the most apparent damage had been made when the darker bot had fallen to earth and he was saddened that his brother had been subject to such tragedy.

“Dragonfly is my sibling, we have the same maker. He is younger by less then a thousand years, so we were very close. Brothers in arms and spark.” Bumblebee looked back at Sam as he explained, “We were put into different units and his went missing about five thousand earth years ago, they have since been declared officially offline. How he came to be on earth I am curious to know as well.” Bee looked back at his brother noticing the older human now sat leaned against Dragonfly’s outstretched leg.

Dragonfly smiled at Bee, half in his own world of thought, and glanced at the small human beside his brother. The boy’s stance was protective even if he was behind the yellow bot. This tiny fleshling was so strong in spirit, no surprise really that he got along so well with Bumblebee, that the two understood one another made perfect since. Dragonfly wondered if there had been others before the little creature to comfort the older bot or if he had forsaken others of their own kind when the reports had come in and Dragonfly’s unit was MIA. Bumblebee always had been careful with his trust, ever since war had broken out and so many of their friends had gone to Megatron’s side. Dragonfly shifted, prompting Vally to glare over at him grumpily, muttering a few rude words before the autobot began his tale…….


TBC…..

A/N: I lurv cliff hangers!!! Can’t ya tell?! I ish Evil!!! MUAHAHAHAHA!
Now, how many didn’t see that one coming? ^^ So, what do ya think? Like my first twist? There will be one or more to come so hang onto your seats folks!!!
And yes, where I would normally use the term soul I am using spark in the autobot’s case because that is always how I have seen the spark concept. The spark is their soul, their life essence and their heart. Also, I may be a nerd but I simply don’t remember every little detail of “How to make an Autobot” so I’m gonna wing it!!
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Author Input:
(1)- I hate vault….. I know, crazy, what hot blooded American youth doesn’t like vault, right? Answer: Me! Pauli swears by the shit but I can’t stand it. A can of vault and he’s good for the day, me I’ll take my coffee. Light on the cream. Or some jasmine green tea…..
(2) It doesn’t matter if you type in ‘08 or ‘09 you get the same results on Google and I have seen both years equally.

Preview for Chapter 2!!!

“Your brother is weird.”

“He has picked up many human habits since being on earth it would seem.” Bumblebee responded.

“Bee, they fight like an old married couple…..”

A beat of silence, “Point documented.”

Sam grinned in triumph.