Brothers In Arms

A/N: Welcome to chapter 2!!! A new warning is coming into effect here kiddies! Actually I just think it’s safe to say Vally proves to be a warning in and of himself in this chapter!! Anywho, hope you enjoy and be sure not to miss my note at the bottom!!

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Brothers In Arms
Ch.2

“We had come across a small convoy of Decepticons, and were engaging them when I picked up a signal being transmitted by one of them. It was for Megatron himself, informing him that they had been attacked and were out numbered, defeat eminent. Then he sent a heavily encrypted file. I copied it for myself and finished him off.” Dragonfly looked down at his human as Vally stood again to stretch his legs, “I suppose Megatron had detected me eavesdropping and sent another, larger group of Decepticons to ambush us. I managed to escape with the file that was obviously of some importance and broke what I could of the encryption. I discovered that the Deceptacons had found the All Spark here on earth. I tried to send out a message to the other autobots but apparently my transmitter was damaged in the fighting. It took me a very long time to reach Earth as I am hardly known for my navigational skills,” Dragonfly‘s tone seemed light, the human playfulness reflecting the amount of time he had spent on earth compared to the other Autobots, “I became terribly lost and had feared I would be to late to help defeat Megatron, again I had no idea at the time that my message had never been sent least of all received. I was foolish not to realize it as I hadn’t gotten a reply and I ditected no other Autobots when I finally literally crashed into earth.”

“When did you get here?” Sam asked curiously.

“I crashed near the US military facility known as Area 51 in New Mexico. The year was 1947.” Amusement colored Dragonfly’s tone and a snort of laughter came from Vally.

“New Mexico? Area 51.… 1947.… Something important happened around then didn‘t it?” Sam mumbled trying to remember why that place and year sounded so familiar.

“Dragonfly, you are to blame for the Roswell Incident?” Bumblebee asked in surprise and Sam’s eyes widened comically.

“That was you?! They didn’t actually get a hold of you did they?! The government I mean.” Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A lost Autobot was the source of so many Sci-Fi freaks greatest obsession? This meant they weren’t completely insane just not entirely accurate in their information regarding the crashed alien. Who knew?

“To an extent. What was recovered were a few damaged parts that I had to discard. I found a 1945 Chevrolet pickup truck and mimicked its form until I was nearly destroyed in a junk yard. This time I was much pickier with my form and copied the 1970 Lotus Europa. Also a Chevrolet, I have become quite fond of them. They are not half bad for American cars. Anyway, I was then bought by a fascinating man in California. He discarded me some years later and after traveling a bit I settled in a quiet junk yard in New York until Vally found me in 1997.” The dark bot’s tone was fond as he glanced down at the human standing beside him pretending not to listen and be completely disinterested in everything around him.

“Yeah yeah! You had four wheels and were in decent condition. Looked like you’d been to hell but the price was right for pops and I was pretty damn sure I could get you runnin’.” Vally grinned sharkishly.

“Optimus Prime and the others are on their way. Ironhide is bringing Captain Lennox. They wish to meet us here tonight.” Bumblebee interjected, “Perhaps more explanation should wait until then.”

“Good idea! I’m starvin’, what say you two take Sammy and me to get some eats?” Vally said grinning at the other three.

“Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea, I’m kinda hungry too.” Sam said looking up at Bee, “After breakfast we can come back up here and hang out. That way you two can catch up some more and I guess Vally and I can get to know each other a little better?”

“Great idea kid! Lets get to gone!” Sam and Bumblebee both looked at Valley oddly, “You know what I mean! C’mon Dee, I’m wasting away down here for fuck’s sake!”

“Manners Vally.” Dragonfly chided as he slipped back into car form and opened the door for his companion.

“The kid’s in high school buddy, I’m sure he’s heard hell of a lot worse then little ol’ me!” Valley said as he got in.

“That does not excuse your mouth.” The aubergine Elise muttered.

“Guess what big guy? I don’t give a flyin’ shit so deal!” Dragonfly sighed heavily at his human and closed the door as Vally pulled on his seatbelt. Sam assumed the new Autobot had continued the conversation as Vally’s lips were moving and he spoke at the dash.

Bumblebee transformed back into a Camaro and Sam sat himself down heavily in the drivers seat, “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.

“Lets get going. There’s a good IHOP(1) not to far away.”

The ride was relatively quiet. Bee turned on a soft classic rock station and left his human to his own thoughts. Silently Bumblebee wondered what Sam thought of his younger brother. He wanted to give the boy time to get to know the other Autobot before asking his opinion. Humans had a tendency to change their assessments often directly after meeting another individual and asking about a humans opinion tended to cement that opinion in their minds, no matter what it was. It was some sort of defense mechanism as far as Bumblebee could tell. What had prompted it to develop in the human psyche he hadn’t the foggiest idea but if he had to chance a guess their small, fragile status in the universe was to blame. They couldn’t afford to be overly welcoming to strangers, especially strangers well over fifteen feet tall.

“Do you think Vally will enjoy the food at this “International House of Pancakes”? Bee asked suddenly as they pulled into the parking lot and headed toward the back where a cluster of tree shaded a few parking places.

“Dunno Bee. Guess we’re about to find out.” Sam said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and the door spring open.

“Enjoy your breakfast Sam.”

“Thanks Bumblebee. Have a…. Um.. Nice bout of quiet?” A slightly shaky but happy smile spread over the boys features as he closed the door and ran a gentle hand down the Camaro’s side and rear as he went to walk with Vally back to the front of the restaurant.

Dragonfly had pulled up in the shade next to Bumblebee and Vally had gotten out glaring back at Dragonfly, “We’ll finish this later buddy!”

With that Vally took the lead toward the door Sam trailing a few steps behind. Sam glanced back at the Autobots before he and the older man rounded the corner to enter the building. He hoped nothing happened to them while hey were eating. He had an ominous sort of feeling tingling at the back of his skull. Something was going to happen and it would be soon. He had gotten the same feeling right before finding Bumblebee as he had stood looking forlornly around the used car lot. While finding his best friend had been great the battle that had followed was rather unwelcome and that is what he figured the feeling had foretold. After all, these feelings weren’t suppose to preceded good things. Were they?

“Yo, fucktard!” Sam snapped out of his thoughts to see Vally’s hand waving in front of his face as the man scowled down at him.

“Wha?”

“C’mon.” Vally motioned Sam in the direction the waitress had already gone and the boy followed, “You really need to pay more attention kid.”

“Yeah…. Just have a lot on my mind right now.” A major understatement but true. Vally shrugged as they followed the hostess to their table by a window from which they could just barely see the Autobots they had left out side.

“Your waitress is Kelly and she should be right with you to get your drink orders.” The woman smiled with too-white teeth before turning on her heel and striding back to the podium at the entrance.

Vally grumbled something, probably something relatively rude, as he picked up a menu. A beat of uncomfortable silence ensued before the man hesitantly broke it, “International House of Pancakes. Makes it sound so much more important then just sayin’ IHOP and it kinda makes your tongue tingle too! ~International House of Pancakes!~”

Sam just stared at the man as he slowly repeated the restaruant’s full name again. This guy was nuts. Grade “A” direct from the funny farm. And Sam appeared to be stuck with him for the time being. The boy sighed and picked up a menu of his own. A moment later a busty young waitress with bleached hair and dark brown roots asked for their drink order. Sam looked up to see her beaming at Vally as he flipped through the dessert menu, mumbling the words “hot tea” at her but otherwise ignoring her existence. She jotted down the order diligently before glancing Sam’s way when he said coffee. A quick scribble later and she was asking Vally if he was ready to order and openly staring at the muscles revealed by the tight shirt he wore.

Vally leveled the girl with a hard glare before snarling, “It ain’t polite to stare.” He paused dramatically, “Eggs, over easy, bacon and toast.”

She gulped and nodded before turning, much more politely, to Sam. He ordered and the girl left in a bit of a hurry. Vally continued browsing the desserts. In the span of a few seconds the man somehow got even less stable in Sam’s eyes. You would think he’d be happy about having the attention of a babe like that. Instead he scared her half to death. What was this guys deal?!

“So….” Vally began, glancing at Sam then back at his menu.

“What do you do for a living?” Sam blurted.

“Alrighty then you start the questions I’ll start the answers.” Vally set the menu aside, “Well, I travel a lot. Umm…”

“It’s something illegal. Isn’t it?” The question was an after thought. Sam sat back in his chair and could feel the smug quirk to his lips.

“Yeah…. I race. With Dragonfly.”

“What makes racing so illegal?” Sam didn’t understand. What kinds of racing was Vally involved in?

“Well, we’re an underground circuit. Our sponsors are gangsters, bored rich people, and others of the like. We’re kinda a way to settle small shit when neither party wants to get their hands particularly dirty or they‘re bored with the courtroom. Some of us do odd jobs too. Help collect, run booze and drugs. I run booze and stolen goods once in a while but no drugs. I do have my standards. Hmm… Our circuit does Hell Racing too...”

“Hell Racing?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. We race through big cities or hazard courses. Mostly cities though. Last one Dee and I were at was in Vegas. The cops and tourists are what you gotta look out for in Vegas.” Vally said matter of factly.

“And you guys haven’t been busted yet? How long has this been going on?” Sam couldn’t believe that something like this hadn’t hit the fan yet.

“Hell Racing has been around since cars were invented! But the circuit got seriously going a while back. I’d say just after the prohibition in the 20s. Started up with the more adventurous stock car racers and branched from there.” At that moment the waitress returned with their drinks and informed them their food would be right out.

“Thanks.” Sam said and she smiled back a little before leaving, “So how much do you make a race or whatever?”

“It depends on the stakes and the race.” Vally said as he dropped his tra bag into his mug and added some sugar.

“OK. Your last race then, how much did you make?” Sam asked ripping open two sugar packets at once before dumping them in his coffee.

“Umm, well we raced for titles, coin and props…” He trailed off as he sipped his tea before murmuring into his mug, “A Lambo, a Ferrari and about 75,000 dollars.”

Sam choked on his first sip of coffee.

“You alright there kiddo?”

“75,000?! And two cars?!” Sam’s eyes were wide and he gripped his own warm mug a little to hard making Vally concerned that he would break it.

“Yeah. It’s not that big a deal. Those cheep ass gangsters had the worst taste in drivers I’ve seen in a long time. I shouldn’t have even bothered with them but you know what they say: hind sight is 20/20. Won a Bugatti Veyron a while back too. A Gallardo Nera and a F430 Scuderia really aren’t that impressive next to that beauty! I thought D was gonna blow somethin’ he was so jealous of the Veyron.” Vally chuckled.

“Jesus.” Sam was speechless.

“Yeah… Dragonfly doesn’t like to race for cars, specially ones like that Veyron. He gets way jealous when I don’t want to sell them. The first couple of times He actually turned into the cars I won. Took me a year to convince him I didn’t keep the cars because I liked them better.” Vally smiled fondly at the memory.

“How long have you two been together.” Sam blushed when the ambiguity of the sentence struck him, “That didn’t come out right…”

“It’s ok Kid. We both know Dragonfly isn’t just a car and neither is Bumblebee. I love D with all my heart and what’s left of my sorry soul, I really do and I am never gonna replace him. Not with another car or a woman. Won’t replace him with a man either for that matter, D is all I need.”

The waitress set Sam’s plate in front of him just as the younger man was about to say something. He thanked her again though Vally said nothing when she gave him his meal. They ate in silence. Vally left Sam’s question unanswered and Sam was deep in thought over the man’s little speech. Was Vally alluding to some kind of romantic relationship between him and the dark Autobot? Was that even physically possible? Sam wasn’t sure he really wanted to know, though it was an oddly intriguing thought. The thought to ask Bumblebee about such a relationship crossed his mind for barely a second before he pushed it away. It was bad enough he had admitted his homosexuality to his friend but freaky alien robot sex was many levels beyond that wierdness.

“You done?” Vally’s melodic voice interrupted Sam’s thoughts, “You’ve been chasing the same piece of pancake around for five minutes.”

“Eh… If you are.” Sam answered.

Vally smiled and stood up, dropping a bill on the table he began to walk toward the door. Sam spared a glance at the bill, a brow raising fifty, and ran after the older man. Sam caught up to the man at the door and had was tempted to comment on his fast pace as they rounded the corner to the back parking lot where they had left Bumblebee and Dragonfly. As he and Sam rounded the corner, Vally caught sight of a small group of skaters lingering around Bee and Dee. Green eyes narrowed as his pace quickened even further. His mouth drew back in a snarl as he saw one of the youths run a hand down Dragonfly’s flank. Sam’s eyes widened as he watched Vally stride over and rip the offending hand away from the car with a growl.

“Get your grimy ass paws off my car punk!!” Vally practically roared.

“Hey man! I was just admirin’ her! She’s a beauty.” The kid held up his hands in a placating gesture.

“I don’t give a flyin’ shit what you thought you were doin’! Get the fuck away from him!” The man’s right eye twitched and he had his teeth bared like an angry dog.

“Alright, jeeze! C’mon guys, lets leave the nut job alone.” The youth backed down and lead the group away toward the gas station next door. Vally straightened and crossed his arms over his chest, watching the boys with an icy glare until they were what he considered a safe distance away.

“Damn punk ass kids. To damned retarded to keep their fuckin’ hands to themselves! I hate fuckin’ kids.” Vally muttered as he turned back to Dragonfly his eyes softening, “You alright there Dee?”

“You need to watch your language Vally.” Was the neutral reply. Vally sighed and shook his head, smiling a little.

“‘Thanx’ wouldn’t be an outa place reply buddy.” The man stroked over the top of the car in a gentle caress.

“Thank you Vally.”

“That’s better, now where to?” Vally looked toward Sam who stood open mouthed and confused. Vally was getting crazier the longer Sam knew him. Was there a limit to this guy?

“Umm… We could go back to the outlook.” Sam suggested.

“How does that sound Dee? You could stretch yer legs some more.” Vally asked the Elise as he continued to stroke down to the car’s hood. Both Dragonfly and Bumblebee revved their engines in agreement.

“So, to the look out.” Sam said and walked toward Bee who popped open the drivers door, “Hey Bumblebee…”

“Yes Sam?” Bee asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“…Never mind.” Sam thought better of asking after Dragonfly and Vally’s relationship.

The pair fell into silence once again and Sam noticed half mindedly that their silences were always warm and comfortable. Bee turned on the local punk rock station and the human smiled as he petted the smooth leather seat beneath him lovingly. The sunny yellow Autobot had in a remarkably short time become Sam’s best and dearest friend even placed above Miles, Sam‘s oldest friend. With a soft sigh Sam stared out the window a bit forlornly. Everything was changing, not just his thoughts, but his emotions and actions, however he wasn’t sure if it was all for the good or not.


TBC…

(1) I personally just like saying “International House of Pancakes.” It’s actually about the only thing this Vally and I have in common aside from a fierce protectiveness that borders on dangerously stupid. I also think hearing Bee say “International House of Pancakes” would be amusing.

A/N: I have the next chapter started but it won’t be finished least of all posted for some time as my boyfriend and I are preparing to move into our very own house! Don’t worry though once we are settled and I get internet back I’ll be back with an unstoppable enthusiasm!