Guess Who's Coming To (Christmas) Dinner?
Disclaimer Transformers belong to Hasbro and the film to Paramount, I'm just playing in their Universe for a bit.
Rating: T
Author: Meowth2
Summary: Bumblebee spends his first Christmas at the Witwicky's
However Decepticon activity means it's not a normal Christmas.
It was Christmas morning, and a pallid wintry sunbeam filtered through the curtains of a certain house on a certain drive in Tranquillity, Nevada.
Sam Witwicky woke with the kid's Christmas natural early alarm clock, and started opening his bedroom present, when he heard a tap on his window. A stone thrown up by the wind? He listened again. No, definitely someone tapping. But he was on the second floor. Now, who did he know who could tap on the window two floors up? (And no, there wasn't a tree outside.)
"Bumblebee?"
"Sam?" came from outside.
"Hang on, Bee, let me open the windows." He shot out of bed, pulled back the curtains, and yes, there was the rounded yellow and silver blue-eyed face of his Autobot friend, who was also his Chevy Camaro.
"What the heck are you doing there?"
"There was a battle during the night.
"Was there? Oh yes, I remember. I thought it was a Christmas bad dream. Something shot over the house-"
"That was Starscream."
"a horrible face appeared at the window, I thought it was Jack Frost-"
"That was him too, he came back to taunt you."
"-Then there was a lot of shooting noises!"
"That was us."
"Why didn't you call me? Leaving me out!"
"I tried your mobile, all I got was your voicemail. I left a message."
"Oh no." Sam remembered his mobile had died yesterday, on getting dropped in the punch at Miles' Christmas Eve party.
"And I don't know what Miles put in that punch." groaned Sam. His head was still aching.
"I can guess from how I heard you singing coming home. Ratchet sent this."
Bumblebee handed Sam a packet through the window, and Sam recognised a proprietary hangover cure. He took two with the remainder of his tooth-cleaning water from the night before. They fizzed, and things became a bit more sharply into focus.
"Aah! Sam sighed as he drank it down in one gulp, then pulled a face at the taste.
"Oh yes!" Sam remembered. "Then something shot over the house like a bat out of Hell-"
"Starscream again."
"-then a reddish-bluish thing."
"That was Optimus."
"He can do that?"
"He has jets in his feet. We can all do that, but not for very high or very long. He jumped over your house, cannons blazing. So did I, and Ratchet. Ironhide saw him off, though."
"Where are they now?"
"They've gone off to a neighbouring city to investigate a possible sighting of Barricade. They left me here to guard you, because Starscream is still at large, and he might return."
"Well, you'll have to convert back to being a car for the moment. My parents will be up soon."
"That's just it Sam, I was damaged in the battle last night. Ratchet promised to fix it when he got back, but I can't transform."
"Okay, we can work round that." Then he paled.
"Oh shit, no we can't." Sam thumped his palm.
"This is Christmas day. Any other day I could skip lunch, arrange to meet Mikaela and we could creep off now. But they'll want me here for Christmas dinner and then Gran'll be here and want to see me open my presents - and she just won't understand you're harmless."
"I'm sorry Sam, but why not? I have great respect for aged or vulnerable female beings."
"No, she just doesn't understand anything new. She can't work a microwave, a DVD player or a mobile phone. But we'll work round it. We have to." He put his hands over his eyes.
"There must be a way."