Lovelorn

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Continues where last chapter left off...more or less. I apologize for not updating sooner!

Finn could only gaze silently at the younger car as he finished his detailed account of the mission, a variety of dents pocketing different parts of his chrome, only outshone by the outrageously large grin plastered across his grill.

Once his companion's tale had ended, the Aston Martin having listened in an almost-stunned silence, (looking back on it, he really shouldn't have been surprised at all, considered the fact that it was Leland) raised an eyelid, "so, long story short….you met a girl?"

Leland nodded, giving almost lovelorn smile at her very mention,"yep. Adele Voltmetrés, liaison between the MI6—C.H.R.O.M.E. to some extent—and the DGSE…."

The elder car only heaved a sigh once again, doing his best to ward off the urgent need to pace in the small confined space the jet's cabin provided, "alright, let me get this straight," he finally said, looking back up to lock eyes with his colleague."I let you out my sight for less than three hours, and you've suddenly gotten a date? I'm still a bit in the dark as to how that exactly happened."

The dreamy look on the Jaguar's features was instantly replaced by one of annoyance, "well you're more daft than usual, aren't you? I already told you, some cars tried to kidnap her, since she also happens to be the ambassador's niece, and I got there just in time—"

"So this young lady—"

"—she's my age," Leland quickly cut off; smirking at the withering look he was sent. Finn then continued as if the Jaguar hadn't spoken.

"So this young lady agreed to 'go out' with you, once she regained consciousness?"

Leland observed his friend with a befuddled expression for several moments before understanding dawned,"oh, you thought—? No, you git, when I got there, she was fending off her kidnappers—heck, she already knocked three unconscious. She's cunning, for a car so small…."

"And I can assume that you simply gawked until she shouted to get your attention?" the Aston Martin sighed expectantly, the dented car before him sheepishly scuffing a tire into the carpeted ground.

"…maybe…"

Finn rolled his eyes once more, glancing heavenward yet again, before droning, "and then you two agreed to stop her uncle's imminent assassination attempt, after you probably told her everything you knew about the mission and agency alike, before you both went off, with you being an obnoxious flirt the whole time."

"I would say, 'debonair', flirt," Leland corrected proudly. The Aston Martin groaned in exasperation, nearly sagging from the force of the sigh.

"What am I going to do with you…?"

"…..well, I personally believe that I deserve a medal for valor."

The elder of the two smirked suddenly, chuckling under his breath—though his brow still twitched in annoyance at his companion's quip. "Well, it seems that we'll make a family man out of you yet, Faraman."

The Jaguar's lofty expression melted into a disdainful one, and he stared down the Aston Martin through narrowed eyes, "you swore that you would never mention that again."

Finn's smirk grew wider, for once having the upper hand when it came to raising the other's ire. "Well how can I help it—having that as your first name just has you practically begging to be poked fun at."

Leland—or Faraman, as it be— rolled his eyes, as well as his tires, stretching out his sore axles, grumbling under his breath, "fine, you old git. But bring it up around anyone, and I'll have your hood."

The Aston Martin snickered, "that'll be the day. I'll see you crushed into a cube before that occurs."

"A million thanks for jinxing me, McMissile."

"Hey, uh, Finn can I tell you something?"

"…..that depends. What is it?"

"Did you ever think you'd….amount to much?"

"What do mean?"

"This entire spy thing….C.H.R.O.M.E., the training….everything."

"Well what kind of child doesn't imagine themselves as a master of espionage at some point or another? But in response to your question…no, I did not believe that I would amount to much of anything….why the sudden soul-searching, Faraman? It isn't like you."

"…If you didn't call me that, I'd be exceedingly happier."

"…Then what should I call you?"

"…Leland. Leland Turbo'll do."

"…Well alright then, Leland. So, in accordance to my query?"

"Ah, yes…well….have you ever been to the Alps?"

"….I believe so. Why?"

"That's where I'll be buried one day."

"Why so morbid, my friend? You still have quite a lot of living left in you….if we survive through this training regiment of course."

"…'s where my parents are. One way or another, I'll be joining 'em eventually."

"Hm…makes sense, I suppose."

"Aye, um, McMissile? Can ya' promise me something?"

"It depends on what it entails, old friend."

"Make sure I get there, once my time comes…so that I'll at least have that little piece of mind."

"….of course, Fara—Leland. You have my word."

A/N: Faraman- literally means 'family man'. I thought it would be funny…

And as for the Alps reference, that'll probably come into play at some other time…since those mountains border France, Sweden, and Germany, Leland (actually Faraman in my imagination) probably has relations from one of those places—perhaps Swedish, on his mother's side. I don't know, as I still have to work it out as well. They would've been higher class too, what with the secluded burial ground and all.

And the dialogue bit at the end...just a last minute thing, and I was also too lazy to add speaker tags and descriptions...thought it would also be cooler without them...

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