Sequel time!
I do not own transformers, expect for the usual group and a couple new people. ENJOY!
Earth, birthplace of the human race. A species much like our own, capable of great compassion and great violence. For in our quest to protect the humans, a deeper revelation dawns. Our worlds have met before.
4 years later.
"All along it was a fever...a cold sweat, hot-headed believer." singing softly, twenty-two year old Saffron Witwicky pushed back the wielding mask. Sweat covered her face and neck like a thin sheet. She supposed it was usual, when closed up in a room, sparks flying in all direction from her wielding. "I threw my hands in the air and said, "Show me something,"...he said, "If you dare come a little closer. Round and around and around and around we go...oh now tell me, now tell me, now tell me now you know." turning what she was working on side to side, her eyes skimmed the line where two pieces of metal came together. She knocked on it, listening to it's echo and nodded, pleased.
"Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move...makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay." slipping the metal on her arm, she reached for another piece to shove her hand in and latch the two together. "It's not much of a life you're living. It's not just something you take – it's given." flexing her fingers, everything seemed to work great and her content turned to giddiness. Awesome! Those quantum mechanics classes really come in handy!
"Hey Ronnie, how's it going?" Mick ducked into the room, arms crossing over his chest and leaning against the wall.
"Great!" turning, she lifted her arm to show him what she had just finished. The crudely crafted jagged, metal gauntlet like glove gleamed in the light. The end spiked over the elbow, fingers pointed like claws. It sorta reminded her of Megatron.
"The gears are doing good?" moving closer, he sat at the table full of pieces of scrap, beside her. They had been working so long on this idea of a armor suit. Sort of like Ironman and Autobots mixed in one. The form ideas came from their autobot friends but the mechanics came from human knowledge. Mainly, the idea came when Lennox and Epps had been hurt in one of those missions to corner a stray Decepticon. It wouldn't put them at Autobot level but high enough that being slammed into a wall wouldn't knock them out cold...or fracture their skull.
"They're great!" she exclaimed with a giggle, flexing the digits again then did a four finger wiggle-wave. She moved it every which way, the gauntlet never failing. "This is awesome, Mick. We actually did it!"
"Almost did it." he grinned as well, moving toward a storage cabinet. Opening it, an entire suit sat in pieces on the shelves. "They have to link up to be a complete success." reaching for the other glove, he slipped it on and connected the protective arm plate.
"We are so badass, Mick." she boasted excitedly and they highfived...with the metal hands. The clank and vibration that followed made a trimmer shot down their spine. "Ok, perhaps not the best thing we did." muttering, she frowned and rotated her arm.
"Shoulder bothering you again?" he frowned, stepped up behind her and hands went to the tense muscles. Rubbing in a circular motion. A low moan left her. "Maybe you should go see Rachet. He's gotten better with human anatomy. Maybe he can help?"
"Rach already has a lot on his plate, Mick. You know that." she shot him a look.
"I know, I also know he and the other autobots would do anything for us, if we asked." he pointed out but she just waved him off. "When are they getting back anyways?" meaning Bumblebee and Jazz, who asked Optimus if he could stay with the blonde as a guardian. The two hit it off, famously, when they actually had the time to talk. Their love for rap made them bond, as Saffron often joked.
"Eh...you know they don't tell us the mission details. Bee said, within a week. So, probably next Wednesday."
"That's almost two weeks." he deadpanned.
"And you know as well as I do, those two always find trouble. And with 'Sides, it's a tri-fucka." Sideswipe had been very wary, when he first came to Earth. Like all the new autobots, but it took him no time to fall into routine with the others. He loved the many human cultures, like Jazz. He was also a big prankster and Ironhide, moodily announced, had his twin, Sunstreaker, been around, it would be worse. With Saffron and Mick popping up whenever they chose-only when the Autobots/Will/Robert were there-he had other partners of crime. Mainly Mick, as Saffron had NO desire to paint the med-bay pink...or Ironhide. Matter of fact, it got to a point if something happened, they always came to her. She would track Mick and they, whoever was on the receiving end of the prank, would hunt him down. Where the human was, Sideswipe was.
That didn't even take into account if the other twins, Skidz and Mudflap, were in on it.
"...tri-fucka?" Mick blinked at the word then snorted, then giggled, then laughed. She joined him in the laughing part.
"Ding-dong!" called out Sam.
"Down here, bro!" both glanced up to see Sam and Mikaela step out onto the metal balcony to see the duo. It still astounded Sam that his baby sister and best friend got the government to by them a warehouse, on a large piece of land, and totally morph it into a liveable housing unit. At least the second floor that was actual visible from the front. To go around back, the ground dropped, drastically and lead around to a large opening to fit Bumblebee in bot mode. The inside was large and spacious, enough to give their two bot friends room to move and berths that were pulled up from the floor.
The second floor, or apartment loft as they referred to it, was a good size. Easily fitting two people. Maybe even three or four. Four rooms had been knocked down to make two bedrooms, decorated to each owners imagination and with a bathroom attached. Mick refused to share with Saffron, as she-him. The kitchen and living room was spacious, only an island separating the two. Both had an old country feel, the kitchen in pale greens and light oak. The living room was creams and dark wood, comfortable furniture, a slate-grey, stone fireplace. Large windows lined the walls opposite each other, easily opening so outside could get in and inside get out. The dinning room could fit, at least, twenty people. Sam and Mikaela constantly came over, as well the parents dropping in from time to time. The guys from Henry's shop loved it. Even Lennox and Epps thought it was a good design. Sarah, Will's wife, gushed over how homey it was.
"Are you two coming?" Mikaela leaned on the railing, looking down at them. "We brought dinner."
"FOOD!" that did it, the two shoving each other aside as they clambered for the steel stairs. "Me fist, douche bag!" and 'In your dreams, hag!" being their argument points. The couple watched, amused as they finally came to the balcony, after struggling to get through the opening. At the same time. There was a lot of fat calling names.
"Calm down, there's more then enough for everyone." Sam chuckled, rubbing his knuckles on his sisters head as she passed. She hissed, clawing at air before entering the loft. On the kitchen table was three bags of Chinese.
"Hm, rice and chicken." Mick immediately sat at the table and grabbed one bag. Rolling her eyes, Saffron moved to grab a couple bottles of water from the frig and passed them around. Once everyone was situated, she sat beside the blonde and grabbed her own cartons.
Dinner progressed smoothly, joking, laughing, talking about their days. At some point, Mick and Saffron removed the gauntlet's, secretive smiles on their faces when Mikaela asked what they were. They weren't going to tell, until they knew the suit worked...and they went to Will, Robert, and the Autobots. It wasn't until halfway through it all did Saffron notice something off. Well, "off" wasn't the right word...surprising was more like it. There was a shinny rock on Mikaela's finger. The engaged finger. Blinking at it a moment, she snatched the hand when it finally registered what it meant.
Sam proposed!
"Wha-" whatever Mick was going to say was cut off, as the hand was shoved in his face. Mikaela was grinning, when they glanced up. Suddenly, the room was full of squeals. All three latched onto one another and jumping. Sam just shook his head, small smile on his face and muttered about being surrounding by girls. To which Mick popped him in the head in passing.
"When did this happen?!" Saffron demanded.
"...last week." the black haired beauty muttered shyly.
"On your birthday?" Mick cocked a brow. When she nodded in affirmative, he glanced to Sam, grinned and flashed a thumbs up. Sam laughed now.
"How much you were you dying to shout that, as soon as you walked in?" Saffron snickered.
"As soon as we stepped foot inside." was the answer. The two females shared a look then burst into giggles.
"You're going to be my sister! Gasp, does mama know?" by the grimace on Sam's face, that was a no. "She is going to freak."
"I know."
"...your babies are going to be so damn cute!" okay, that made the couple go red. They hadn't even discussed the topic of children.
"Ah, Ronnie...I think you're embarrassing the newly engaged couple." Mick pointed out calmly, but as soon as he said it, they snickered.
"Hardy, har, har...what's with the gloves?" Sam changed the subject, gesturing to the metal pieces n the counter.
"Nah uh uh." Saffron tisked, wagging a finger at him. She pushed her chair back to reach for them. Both her and Mick slid them back on. "This is a project, hopefully to help the N.E.S.T. teams. We're not actually going to say anything about them until we can get all the bugs worked out and show, at least, the Autobots."
"Hey, I need to use the bathroom." Mikaela stood.
"Go ahead, use mine." Saffron pointed in the direction of her room. Nodding, she disappeared from the room and a silence fell over the trio. It only lasted a minute. "Ok, I lied. I have to talk about this, with someone other then Mick!" she gushed.
"Ok?" a crooked grin crossed his face.
"So, we got the concept from Ironman and the Autobots." Mick started. "Remember when Will and Robert got hurt about a year back?"
"Oh yea. They were afraid they wouldn't be able to walk afterwards." he nodded.
"Well, the idea came to us after that. Make these suits that the N.E.S.T. members could use. It won't be like the Autobots but would cut down on casualties."
"Huh, really? You have a whole suit or..." he trailed off.
"We do, I just finished the last part today." she shook the gauntlet at him. "It's made to readjustable, so it can fit Mick or myself. We just have to hope they all link up together." she frowned.
"Link up?" his brows furrowed.
"Well, you know how Ronnie is with programing." Mick shot him a look and Sam nodded. They remembered the hacking program she created and used to find Mick when Sector Seven took them. Sam had no idea that she used it on multiple occasions, when she wasn't consulting for high tech business. "She created a program that will mostly control by voice. A couple actions, basics like walking, by movement."
"And the mechanics...you?" Sam cocked a brow.
"You know me, man. I am my dad." Mick shrugged, smiling. He had mostly taken over the shop, so Henry could relax more. He was as good, if not better, then Mikaela when it came to that. And that was saying something, as she was like otherworldly-good when it came to mechanics.
"Hey?" Mikaela came back into the room, sweater in hand. She was looking at it, frowning. "Isn't this yours, Sam?"
"Oh yah." Saffron stood, taking the cloth and tossed it to her brother. "Not sure how it ended up in my things...like at all. I've been meaning to give it to you."
"Why would you want to keep your shredded clothes?" Mikaela cocked a brow. She knew about the battle of Mission City. Sam told her, not wanting to start their relationship with lies. She even met Bumblebee and Jazz.
"Hey, I have mine." both Saffron and Mick pouted.
"It's like a jersey, Mikaela. We bleed in those clothes." Sam shook the sweater at her and something fell from the folds. The clank of it hitting the ground had all four looking down. "..."
For a moment, they all stared down. "Is that...?" Mick trailed off.
"...hmmmm mmmm. I think so." Saffron answered. They all squatted, getting a better look at the small sliver that lied on the floor.
Slowly, Sam reached out to pick it up, before anyone could advise against it. "This whole time, it's been on my sweater?"
Saffron twitched, the uncomfortable pain that had been plaguing her the last couple months, doubling. Mick shot her a concerned look but she shook her head. "Perhaps you shouldn't be holding that, Sammy."
"Yah." Mikaela agreed, fidgeting.
"Stop worrying-" the sliver sparked, Sam cutting himself off. A blast of energy erupted from it, zapping him and moving out like a ripple. They all could feel it pass through them, like a gentle brush of air from a air conditioner. All four was thrown off their feet, into walls and knocked unconscious.
There was no telling how much time passed, before anyone awoke. Swore, stiff but awake. Mick was the first to arose, groaning and shifting to the side. An eye cracked then the other and slowly, pushed himself up. His back cracked on the way up. What...what happened?, blinking, he glanced to the others to see they were still out cold. Using the wall to get to his feet, he stumbled toward Saffron, who was closest and squatted. "Ronnie-Ron." a hand reached out to shake her awake. Only after she was coming around did he realize it was the hand with the gauntlet. He blinked at it.
"Wha?" grumbling, Saffron rolled away from her best friend.
"Ronnie, c'mon. Need to check on Sammy and Kela." he shook her again.
She shot up, twitching, and meeting Mick's eyes. Both were surprised at the coma like shapes and swirls of electric blue in the others eyes. Feeling a tingle in her arm, Saffron looked down and sucked on a breath. Eyes widened. The gauntlet had changed, just like Mick's. It looked more advanced, smooth. Strange symbols were engraved along it, passing the actual gauntlet to wrap a shoulder. All, even on her skin, was lit up with a light blue. She recognized the symbols, the same that had been on the cube and was engraved into her right side. They had cleared up after all the wounds healed, so she had forgotten about them.
"What the fuck?" glancing to Mick's, he didn't have the engravings but there was the same blue that moved along the gauntlet like they were veins. Although, when he tried to remove it, the metal wouldn't budge. It actually hurt as he tugged at it as hard as he could. As if it was attached. He looked to her, shaking her head. "...wha?" breathing her confusion, she to tried removing hers but it to was there to stay. Her lips parted, as if to say something, then shut. She then tried to remove the gauntlet off his arm but again, no luck.
Static sounded from behind and the duo turned to see Sam and Mikaela come around. There mouths were moving but no words came out. Only strange static, clicks and whirling sounds that...well, sounded a lot like what the Autobots did. They turned to see Saffron and Mick, eyes locking on the strange metal covering their arms. Sam tried speaking but that static came again. His mouth snapped shut.
Saffron's eyes drifted to the sliver of Allspark and pushed herself to crawl over. The metal hand reached for it, clasping the piece between two fingers and lift it eye level. There wasn't even a spark of energy still in it. She wasn't sure how she could tell. Such a small thing, causing big troubles., glancing back to the other three, she sighed. "I think we need to call the Autobots."