Me: Okay final chapter. But don't worry, THERE WILL BE A SEQUAL!!!
"When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain
In the shadows of all the forests
Though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving
At the last unicorn…" Maggie sang quietly as she waited for Sarge. She had been waiting 10 minutes now and she was getting bored. Just as she was about to sing with next verse she heard a familiar, very loud, engine.
The blonde smiled and hid in the bushes. She knew he would see her, but it was still fun to try.
Sarge grumbled as he drove home. His axles were killing him. Although he hated to admit it, he was getting old. There was no denying it. Sarge paused at his door and looked around. Maggie was usually here waiting for him.
The Jeep shook his head; sometimes that humans smile and cheerful attitude was all he had to look forward to in the evenings. But clearly today wasn't one of those days. Sarge sighed as he opened his door.
"HI SARGE!!" Maggie yelled as she popped out of her hiding place. Sarge jumped back surprised, "Maggie!! Don't do that! Are you trying to give an old sergeant an engine failure?!"
"Oh come on, your not that old." Maggie said as she climbed out of the bushes but stumbled when her foot got caught in between two branches. Sarge managed to catch her before she hit the ground.
"Old is an understatement." Sarge grumbled as he helped her up.
"You're old, so what? How many young jeeps know every military maneuver from 3 different wars? How many young jeeps can complete a difficult obstacle course in less than 3 minutes? And how many young jeeps have me for their best friend? Okay second best friend. Can't forget Fillmore." Maggie said happily.
Sarge chuckled, she had a point.
"Now say it."
"Say what?"
"Say you're not old."
Sarge rolled his eyes but smiled, "I'm not old."
"Again."
"I'm not old."
"Again!"
"I'm not old!"
Maggie giggled, "Now don't you feel better?"
The Jeep had to admit he did feel better, "Alright, I admit I do feel better. Are you coming in or not?" Maggie laughed and put a hand on his hood as he led her to his living room.
The girl happily plopped down on the carpet and laid down, "This is so soft!" Sarge chuckled as he fetched a can of oil and a bottle of water he had in his fridge. He had started keeping the water on hand ever since Maggie had taken a liking to visiting him after work.
"So, did those SUVs give ya anymore trouble?" Maggie asked as she continued to lie on the floor. Sarge relaxed extremely low on his axles and drank his oil slowly, "No. They've been surprisingly good ever since your last visit."
"I should think so after the beating you gave them…hey Sarge?"
"Hmm?"
"Why did you protect me? I mean I know you would have anyway, but you could have just shoved them away. But instead you beat the crud out of them. Why?"
Sarge hadn't expected her to ask that question. He didn't say anything for a good while as he pondered over how to answer her without revealing his true feelings.
"You are very special Maggie."
"I am?"
"Yes. And I don't just mean because you're a human. You are one of the few people who I would call a true friend. Although I have only known you for a short time, I can talk to you about things I can't even talk to Fillmore about. I couldn't just let them hurt you like that." Sarge turned to her and gently rubbed her side with his grill.
Maggie thought about what he said and responded, "It's because I'm a girl isn't it?"
"What?"
"People can talk to girls a lot easier then they can talk to other guys. It's a basic little, fact thingy." Maggie blinked then laughed, "Wow. That sounded real intelligent."
The two laughed quietly at each other for a good while before everything went silent. Sarge looked over at Maggie who had sat up and was sipping her water. He smiled slightly and slowly got behind her and pressed his grill against her back.
"Oh it's warm…" Maggie said with a slight laugh. "That feels surprisingly good." The Jeep chuckled and gingerly nuzzled her back and side with his grill.
"Crusty old sergeant my butt. More like cuddly pussycat." The human giggled as his grill ticked her sides. "Hey stop! That tickles!"
"Oh really?" Maggie could tell by his tone of voice she was in for it now.
"Oh crud!" The blonde scrambled up and started to run and hide as Sarge chased her, both laughing the entire time.