Deckard's Past Life (A Brave Police/Transformers Crossover)

The Dream

This is a bit of a weird part, but bear with me, please!

The first thing he felt was warmth, not like from a generator, but from another body pressing close to him.

Deckard shifted and felt a blanket of some sort fall around his waist from where it had sat on his left shoulder. He realized that he was laying on his right side, and fluttered his orange optics online.

He was surprised to see that he wasn't in Toudou's repair bay, but was rather in what looked like some kind of bedroom in what he guessed from the size was an apartment.

From what he could see, there was a smooth door on the far wall off the foot of the berth he was in; silver-white walls with light pink, horizontal lines running along the middle that seemed to be glowing; a desk with a large monitor and several tablets stacked neatly next to it in the far right corner; a few shelves along the wall near the door and the desk; and a huge window that showed a dazzling city skyline, with elegant towers and a bright, pale yellow sun slowly rising from behind the buildings.

It took his breath away, but Deckard was torn from the sight when something shifted behind him and a strange arm was thrown over his waist in a strangely intimate motion.

The stranger behind him stirred and pressed closer to spoon the Brave Detective, and he felt like he should be panicking, but strangely, he felt at ease and even amused by the action.

The arm and the hand attached to it were both the color of obsidian, with a spiky bracelet around the wrist, the spikes of which were yellow, and the tips of the fingers were adorned with long, thin claws that caught the early morning light. Deckard saw something poking out further up the arm but couldn't see it without moving his head.

For some reason, Deckard couldn't bring himself to be afraid of those claws or of the person behind him, as though he knew who it was despite none of the Braves possessing claws or spiky bits or armor so dark a black.

After a few more minutes, he heard a soft groan as the sunlight finally entered the room fully, the sound coming from the arm's owner. He heard a soft "Is it morning already?" from the person whose arm had now tightened around his waist. The voice was female, though it rang with a metallic echo like a voice belonging to an actual robot, the synthetic undertones reminding Deckard of a recording.

"Afraid so, love." Deckard found himself saying, surprised and horrified at himself for saying such things to someone he didn't even know.

Another groan, and this time the person (or bot) removed their arm from around Deckard's waist and used it to push themselves up. The Brave turned his head to get a look at the stranger, and the sight took his breath away.

The bot above him had a pointed face that matched the strange purple insignia on her chest; her armor was all black with two red-tinged screens on the front of both shoulders and both lower legs, right above the top of her peds; a spiky collar to match the bracelets; yellow spikes on her hips, and two on both sides of her peds, which were joined by some kind of wheel.

She had a helm like a pilot's helmet, edged with yellow, with two red-tipped antennae that twitched every so often; her face, neck, upper arms, midriff, and thighs were white, a stark contrast to her black armor; and there were four blades on her elbows, two on both arms, that resembled helicopter blades.

There was also a clear space in her chest, just under her insignia, that was covered with amber-colored glass, and a wide, bright red visor obscured her optics. She was the most beautiful thing Deckard had ever seen.

She shifted a bit more, before smiling down at him.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, you're just beautiful this morning." Again, Deckard was aghast that he'd say something like that to a stranger, but again, she didn't feel like a stranger.

She smiled all the same, seemingly oblivious to Deckard's internal struggle with himself, and leaned down to kiss him. That was apparently something Deckard expected, though he didn't know why. It was all very confusing but he found himself not caring.

The kiss got a bit heated, to the point where she was looming over him, both of her arms resting on either side of his prone form, when all of a sudden a ringing was heard from the table beside Deckard's side of the berth.

The kiss was broken and the mood effectively ruined as the red-visored femme growled, showing off her fangs in the direction of the comm-tab that Deckard had rolled over to answer. A voice came through the device.

"Flightdeck, I know you're up, because you always wake up at the same time every day, so listen: Wheeljack just blew up a good portion of his and Shockwave's lab, so we need all servos on deck for repairs. In other words, I need you here, ASAP. Got that?" his mentor's voice chimed in over the line, causing Deckard to sit up and stretch, his wings flaring behind him as he got up, finally free from beneath the femme's frame.

"Yes, Ratchet, I'm on my way. I'll see you there." He hung up the call and turned to see that his Conjunx was now flopped face-first on the berth, her long, spiky black tail twitching crossly.

"Really, Wheeljack? You couldn't've waited another hour before you started blowing up scrap?" she mumbled, her face lifting out of the pillows to pout at him.

Flightdeck chuckled at her and wandered into the washracks to clean up before he headed out. After a few minutes, he briefly looked at himself in the mirror.

Flawless cobalt paint, white faceplates, bright amber optics, sharp gold chevron, long red-tipped audials, an aerodynamic frame, and two long, wide white wings marked with red medic decals, gold edging and a single blue stripe along the middle.

Entering the living room, Flightdeck threw one last smile over his shoulder at his lover as she handed him his Energon before he opened the glass doors that led to the landing pad outside.

He subspaced his Energon cube and transformed into his sleek jet form, taking off in the direction of the lab.

The thrill of flying over the brightening city was what finally snapped Deckard out of his ridiculous behavior and realized that something was wrong.

He couldn't fly without J-Roader, he didn't transform into a jet, he didn't know what the heck Energon was or why he would need it, he didn't know anyone, human or Brave, who was called Ratchet, he didn't know where he was or where he was going, and he definitely was not named Flightdeck.

As he realized this, Deckard heard the voice of his beloved friend calling for him. Yuuta's voice had brought him out of nightmares and flashbacks before, and it seemed this was no different.

The dream had faded but left the Brave Detective feeling empty, even as he began to stir.

Once his optics were opened and he saw that he was in Chief Toudou's repair bay, the blue mech wondered what that strange dream had been. Who was that female, and why did she seem so familiar?

Lol, be glad that kiss didn't go any further. Ok, for anyone that's still confused, Deckard began to transition during the dream, briefly remembering a few things (words like Conjunx, Energon, and Ratchet's name) before stupid Yuuta woke him up (I'm kidding, I like Yuuta). Anyways, please stay tuned! I will also put a pic of Deckard|Flightdeck in the next chapter, as well as one for his Junxie.