Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! The Transformers are the sole property of Hasbro, and I'm merely a bored person who has nothing better to do with my time…
Note: I decided to bring everyone that died in the movie…BACK TO LIFE. MUHAHAHAHA!
Seriously, the more characters you have the more fun it is. NO FLAMES PLEASE! I'm always open to constructive criticism/beta offers. But being rude is seriously not cool. If you think my fic is THAT bad, then just stop reading it.
This is a sequel to More Than Meets the Eye, therefore, if you're a first-time reader, some things may confuse you a bit. If you do find yourself perplexed, bamboozled, or utterly baffled, simply refer back to the first story and things will clear up quickly for you.
Summary: Megatron and Kayla had it all: a happy marriage, wonderful friends, and a beautiful family with two new members on the way. But life begins to spiral out of control when a mysterious new girl enters the picture...
Author's Note: You know…my other story wasn't generating much interest. And after I thought about it for a while, I realized that I didn't need something new, I already have something great, and I'm not quite ready to give it up yet. So, my beloved readers, I give to you: a sequel! I hope you all enjoy at as much as I am, and don't forget to leave your thoughts in a review! Time to kick back, relax, and enjoy the story…
Never Give Up, Never Surrender
Appearances can be deceiving. Very, very deceiving.
Outside, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the limbs of the trees surrounding the base were swaying gracefully in the light, early summer breeze. The world seemed to have relaxed into a peaceful slumber in the midst of this beautifully warm afternoon, content merely to sit and watch the fluffy white clouds gliding through the azure sky overhead. But inside the base, a battle was beginning to unfold: mech versus…nursery rhyme?
Seven months pregnant, and already the size of a zeppelin, she waddled out from her private chambers, down the hallway, and headed toward the staircase.
Crap. I don't remember there being this many frickn' stairs.
Heaving a sigh, she began the now very lengthy, very strenuous trek downstairs and to the rec room, her desire to know the source of the ensuing commotion fueling her to continue on. She was getting too far along for this; in a desperate attempt to stave off unnecessary weight, she kept active for as long as possible before resigning to her sedentary state of resting. But now, it seemed, that day would need to come slightly earlier than normal.
Man, it's definitely that time. But I feel like such a slug…I'm normally almost nine months along before I start to vegetate!
The bloated young woman sighed again, and paused momentarily on the midway landing to catch her breath, leaning heavily on the thick, carved banister.
Then again, I'm carrying two kids this time around. God, I never imagined it would be so much more difficult…
As she continued her descent, she nearly staggered down the first two steps when her mind lapsed into the major differences of this pregnancy: she was eating not for one, not even for two, but for three. She'd been exhausted from the moment the twins started kicking inside her; they were both lively little buggers, and kept her up nearly all night long with their constant tap dancing. So, with little sleep, two developing life forms inside her body sucking up all her nutrients, and these practically constant interruptions of what small naps she could catch, she was becoming slightly edgier around everyone in general…even Optimus, the last person anyone would suspect of making, well, anybody cross.
Megatron couldn't be more proud of her. Thus far, she'd brought six beautiful sons into the world, and mothered them with such unquestionable skill, he wasn't quite sure how he could match her. In the beginning, he'd been terrified; he was responsible for raising a youngling, for molding and shaping him into a good person, for instilling morals and values, and for educating him in the ways of the world. Tasks which he thought were seemingly impossible, and had deemed himself unfit to carry out before he'd even attempted them. But after Optimus and Ratchet were born, things became much, much easier; each baby was a new beginning…a new life just waiting to unfold. Many, many years ago, when he'd still existed in his Cybertronian form, he'd hated younglings; they were messy, noisy, incompetent, incapable of simple tasks, and were merely a waste of resources. But now, as a father, he realized just how much of a blessing they were, and how incredible it was to watch each new life gain personality and temperament…develop into a unique individual, learning and growing with each passing day.
It was this that compelled her onward through the rougher times: knowing she had a husband who loved their babies as much as she did, and knowing that he was willing to endure the rough, hormonal roller coaster ride that was necessary to reach their destination. Times like this, when she was fatigued, cranky, bloated, and craving ridiculous food…when her feet swelled, her back ached, and he'd massaged them both without complaint. He was, without a doubt, her rock. A rock that was currently out for a bit of well-earned fun with his friends, thus leaving her some peace and quiet in which to rest.
Too bad I didn't get to actually sleep.
Thankfully, the last flight of stairs was nearly at an end, and she immediately sat down on the nearest footstool once she'd reached the ground floor of the base. Yes, it was definitely time to begin using the elevator again, as much as she detested being lazy. Down the hall, she could catch quick moments of mumbling, followed shortly thereafter by a sharp curse, and the all too recognizable "THUD!" of someone punching into the wall. She sat still for a moment, quietly listening for any new developments as she adjusted on the too-small seat, her ever-growing belly obscuring her feet from view as she leaned forward a bit.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the…"
The song paused momentarily, and when the singer couldn't find the next set of lyrics, a very audible "SLAG!" reached her ears, even through the thick walls reinforced with concrete. Half-amused, half-irritated, she managed to push herself up from the footstool, and wobbled unsteadily for several seconds before she regained her equilibrium and headed off toward the rec room in a zigzagged line. Despite herself, she could feel a smile slowly spreading across her lips as she neared the doors, slowly pushing one open before toddling and making her presence known.
"Sideswipe, Sunstreaker…what in the world is all this god-awful noise?"
The Lamborghini twins quieted almost instantaneously, and identical grins spread across their equally identical faces.
"Hey Kayla!" Sideswipe kneeled down, and projected his holoform before the immensely pregnant young woman, embracing her as best as he could with the enormous bulge pushing against him. He placed a friendly peck on her cheek before informing her genuinely, "You look great!"
"I hate to admit it," joined Sunstreaker, also projecting his holoform and embracing his friend. "But lugnut's right. You're looking pretty good." He too gave her a chaste peck on the cheek before rubbing her belly affectionately, another rare smile gracing his lips as he felt a series of fluttering kicks in response.
It was true…Kayla was looking exceptionally nice this afternoon; gone were her usual baggy t-shirt and faded blue jeans, replaced instead with a nice, brown low-cut v neck shirt and a dark pair of denim maternity jeans. She wore matching brown flip flops on her feet, consistent with her claim that shoelace tying ended after around month seven and a half. Her hair had grown out quite a bit, nearly reaching her breasts, and hung in loose, sun-bleached waves, a constantly errant lock of hair perpetually dangling in front of her right eye. As per usual, she wore no makeup, her clean facial features rendering her younger than her numerical age, only becoming more pronounced as she smiled at them, a knowing gleam flickering in her eyes.
"Well…thank you," she hazarded, finding a human couch and slowly lowering herself into the cushions. "My baby shower's in a couple hours." She quirked an eyebrow at the twins. "You are coming, right?"
"Of course!" both exclaimed, taking a seat on either side of her. Sideswipe managed to beat his brother to the punch, and asked, "Did you really think we'd miss our own godsons' baby shower?"
The expectant mother laughed good naturedly, playfully punching him the arm. "Nah. I'm just messin' with you guys…" Without warning, the babies launched into a frenzy of kicking, making Kayla gasp and clutch her stomach. "Christ..." she laughed again once the movement abated. "They must've heard you two butchering the nursery rhymes I've been singing to them." The brothers both opened their mouths to protest, but she continued on, launching into nagging mother mode. "And what have I told you two about all this profanity? Just yesterday, Little Ratchet came up to me and asked 'Where his slagging cupcake' was."
The Lamborghini twins burst into hysterical laughter, clutching one another as they sank to the floor, and began to roll around on the carpet. Kayla's eyebrows turned down, her eyes narrowed, and she leaned as far over as the babies would allow; even round and swollen, she was still intimidating…not to mention hormonal. Almost immediately after they caught her cold, steely gaze, their laughter ceased, and they cleared their throats before gravely clambering back up onto the sofa.
"It's…not…funny." They could tell this wasn't a joke; she was pissed, and if they didn't sober up quickly, they'd find their faces at the business end of her fist. "I understand it's not a human curse word," she locked eyes with them both, "but used in that context, it's still a curse word nonetheless. Little Ratchet was using profanity, and it was because he heard you two saying that word first." Sunstreaker opened his mouth to protest, but she swiftly cut him off. "My children look up to all of you, and you're doing nothing but setting a bad example for them; they don't even know that it's an obscenity, and they're walking around spouting it off like nothing's wrong." She let this sink in for a moment before continuing with a small smile, "I have no problems if you guys swear when the kids aren't around. God, I'd think something was wrong with you if you didn't. I mean, you guys know exactly how coarse my language is when the little guys are away…" All three grinned broadly at one another, the twins suppressing laughter at the thought of just how wide Optimus' optics had opened the first time he'd heard her go on a full-blown swearing rant.
After a moment of so of comfortable silence, Sunstreaker flickered off his holoform, stretched out his robotic form, his gears clicking and joints creaking, and checked his internal clock. "We should probably gather everybody up," he suggested, noting that they'd managed to kill about an hour and a half of time. Scanning the proximity briefly, the yellow twin questioned, "So…where's that husband of yours?"
Kayla yawned hugely, unconsciously scratching her abdomen as she did so. "Outside with the other guys." She just barely managed to finish before another yawn overtook her, her eyelids drooping and her head tilting forward.
Following his brother's lead, Sideswipe deactivated his holoform, and carefully stroked her hair with a very large finger. "Hey Kay…maybe you should catch some recharge. We've still got some time before the baby shower."
Jolting upright, she made a move to stand up. "I can't," she admitted tiredly, growling something unintelligible as she merely fell back onto the sofa, her attempt at getting up pitifully thwarted. "I'll oversleep."
"No, you won't." Sunstreaker kneeled down once more, and gently pushed her shoulders back with his fingertips, coaxing her to lie down. "We'll wake you up…"
The twins smiled as she instantly began to fade, her eyes slowly closing bit by bit, and her gaze fogging over. "Promise?"
"Promise."
It didn't take more than ten seconds before she relaxed, and fully succumbed to sleepiness. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her mouth opened just slightly, and her hair had swirled all around her like a thick, light brown whirlpool. Too tired to care, Kayla's arms were sprawled out at odd angles, in positions that looked to be extremely uncomfortable.
Fortunately for him, Megatron just happened to walk in on this heartwarming little scene: the Lamborghini twins kneeling over his sleeping, pregnant wife, watching her attentively as though she were the most fascinating thing their optics had ever beheld. Without much of a response, the two mechs acknowledged his appearance with a slight nod of their heads before they returned their gazes to the dozing mother, watching in fascination as their godsons began to move about in her womb, creating swirling patterns underneath her skin.
Smiling warmly, Megatron walked up to the couch, leaned over the side, and placed a tender kiss atop his wife's head before adjusting her arms to lie flat on her chest, enjoying the feel of her velvety skin beneath his fingers. Standing beside the two mechs, he too stared at Kayla, questioning softly, "Isn't she cute?"
They both nodded mutely. "You're very lucky," said Sideswipe with a smile, quickly stifling his snort of laughter when a frown pulled at her face, and she grumbled,"Megatron, you bastard. That was my fudge brownie…"
"Not all sweet, though," laughed Sunstreaker, placing a large hand on the human's shoulder. "She's like a shot of high grade: it's sweet, but definitely has some bite to it."
"Some bite?" The ex-Decepticon smirked devilishly when he saw the faces of the twins blanch. "One time, before the kids were born, she left marks that lasted for almost six months."
Neither Lamborghini knew whether to be shocked, frightened, or aroused, and simply left before anything else could be said, leaving the human alone with his wife. He grinned in her direction; even almost eight months pregnant, she was still wild, not even calming down a bit until just before the final month of her term. To be completely honest, Kayla was a bit happy that this pregnancy would be her final one; she missed fitting in her little, non-stretchy jeans, and being able to bare her belly once in a while. She missed being able to bend over whenever she wanted, and being able to have an occasional drink…Ever since around the age of nineteen, she'd been pregnant almost constantly, and to tell the truth, it was getting a bit old. Now twenty-six years old, she was ready to cut loose, and have some fun with her family. Megatron didn't know whether to be happy for her, or mourn the fact that the twins were to be his last newborns…that they were done having children.
Yes…eight will definitely be enough.
"What're you thinking about?"
He jumped about a foot out of his skin, an expletive slipping past his lips as he whirled around. "Oh…Kayla. You nearly scared the slag outta me."
Laughing heartily, she extended her arms in his direction, silently asking to be hoisted upright; her husband didn't need to be asked twice, and grabbed her wrists before pulling her solidly to her feet, the bulge of her belly bumping into him and pushing him backwards a bit.
"God," she groaned, glaring at Megatron when he burst into a raucous peal of laughter. "This freaking sucks. I'm about the size of a small freighter-"
"Oh, stop," he embraced her again, kissing her gently before informing her, "You're just as beautiful as the day I met you." She opened her mouth to protest, but he placed two fingers over her lips, knowing exactly what she was going to say next. "But you're more beautiful than ever because you're the bearer of our children; I feel extremely lucky to have you…"
Kayla sniffled several times, barely holding back her hormone-induced tears. "Really?"
He placed a kiss on her nose, and drew her in for another hug. "Really."
"Megatron, I-"
"C'mon you guys!" Both husband and wife jumped at the sudden intrusion, but relaxed once Sideswipe's silver face poked in through the doorway, eager and excited. "We're all waiting for you!"
The mech watched as silent words were exchanged between the couple, intrigued by their deep communication; they seemed to be speaking telepathically, merely their thoughts, not their voices, conversing. Sideswipe himself had never been in that profound of a relationship, so of course, it is completely natural that he would be curious. Subtle body shifts and facial expressions were the only indicators of what they might have been "speaking" about, and he watched with great interest as Kayla frowned, making Megatron recoil and a pleading expression cross his face. Finally, her body relaxed and she smiled, opening her arms for an embrace; he nearly jumped at the chance, squeezing her as tightly as he could without squashing the babies inside her womb, and offered her his arm. She took it with a wave toward Sideswipe, motioning for him to come along as well, and he trailed behind them, his thoughts completely lost.
Primus, humans are confusing.
He watched as she purposely bumped hips with Megatron, and grew more confused when his free hand snaked behind her back, and pinched her rear end; she shrieked, and smacked him playfully on the arm before they resumed their walk outside to the waiting party.
Scratch that. Humans are very confusing.
"Oh Becka!" breathed Kayla, lifting two onesies from the tissue paper in the gift box. "They're adorable!"
She held them up for the guests to see, and they responded with an excited murmur of agreement. Becka, a very close friend of Kayla's, had given her a set of onesies, one red with 'Sideswipe' embroidered on the front, and one yellow with 'Sunstreaker' embroidered on the front as well.
"So you can tell them apart when they're born," she explained with a smile, gasping as her friend crushed her lungs in a suffocating hug.
"Speaking of which," interrupted Megatron, staring at the twins in curiosity. "Which one of you is older? We're naming the twins in their respective order of birth…"
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker stared at each other. "Well," began the red twin with earnest. "There's always been quite an issue with that…"
"Glitch-head thinks he was born first," Sunstreaker butted in. "But I'm really the firstborn."
"Yeah right!" Sideswipe stood, and shoved his brother on the shoulders. "I was born first!"
"Were not!"
"Were too!"
"Were not!"
"Were too!"
"Were not!"
"Were too!"
"Were not!"
"Were too!"
"Were not not not!"
"Were too too too!"
"Were not!"
"Were too!"
"ENOUGH!" bellowed Ratchet, his sirens flashing dangerously as he stood, and parted the two quarreling Lamborghinis. The twins immediately recoiled, slinking back away from him as though he held a wrench, waiting to be thrown, in his hand. "This is ridiculous! You're acting like a couple of sparklings!" Some unnamed instrument protruded from one of the many cavities in his armor. "A simple scan can determine which of you the elder is!"
They two nodded their heads, and neither one of them spoke as the medic ran a scan on them both, the translucent red beam making a complete sweep of each of their bodies.
"Sunstreaker," said Ratchet with a small smile. "You're younger than Sideswipe by two minutes."
"YES!" crowed the red twin, pumping his fist triumphantly into the air as his brother gawked. "TOLD YA!"
Sunstreaker grumbled something under his breath, some sort of insult no doubt, but said nothing and returned to his seat. After several amusing minutes of dancing around, Sideswipe did the same, and the party guests all launched into a fit of poorly concealed snickering. If Kayla and Megatron's twins inherited their godfathers' personality traits, there would be two long and interesting childhoods ahead of the parents.
The afternoon quickly faded and gave way to night; the twinkle lights in the trees were turned on, the music was turned up, and champagne and high grade were being passed around to all the attendees. This is when things started to go a bit haywire…Blackout quickly disappeared with Barricade back into the base to do who knows what; Optimus broke away with Ratchet, quietly discussing new modifications for their base, which was normal enough; Will, Epps, Glen, and Megatron, got, more or less, completely tanked and started 'singing' the Garth Brooks song "I've Got Friends In Low Places" at the tops of their voices, Ironhide, Wheeljack, and Bonecrusher joining in after they'd looked up the lyrics on their internal browsers, Western drawls mixing with intoxicated slurs.
"Blame it all on my roots,
I showed up in boots,
And ruined your black tie affair.
The last one to know,
The last one to show,
I was the last one you thought you'd see there."
The females present rolled their eyes, and crowded around Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Bumblebee, and Jazz; the four mechs were all grinning like fools as they answered questions about themselves, their colorful lives, and their home in a mysterious, faraway galaxy…now this was their kind of party.
"Well," started Suntreaker with a cocky smile. "Back home, my bro and I are speed legends. So I guess being a Lambo is just part of who we are…"
The females all "oohed" and "ahed" over this tidbit of information, and fawned the twins with more affection; one of the few who seemed to be immune to their charm, Kayla burst out laughing at their flashiness-borderline-mating dance, but changed it to a hacking cough, casting the twins an evil, all-knowing smile.
After a long period of Q&A, attention now turned to the expectant mother, who was currently having her hair braided by Mikaela. Both girls were so deeply immersed in their hushed conversation that they barely heard the question being directed at Kayla, especially with a bunch of drunken idiots singing country songs nearby.
"And I saw a surprise,
And the fear in his eyes,
When I took his glass of champange,
I toasted you,
Said honey we may be through,
But you'll never hear me complain,"
"What was that?" asked Kayla, her eyes narrowing at the difficulty of hearing. "I can't hear you with those MORONS making a racket over there!" The last part was obviously directed at the intoxicated humans and mechs, who paid her no mind and continued to sing as though nothing had happened. She grimaced, and turned her attention to the girl who'd spoken to her. "I don't think we've met, actually…"
"Oh, yeah!" Mikaela stopped fiddling with her friend's hair, and gestured to the strange young woman. "Kayla, this is my cousin Monica. Monica, I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine, Kayla."
Both girls exchanged polite greetings and waved before Monica spoke again. "So…" her eyes wandered to the group of men and mechs wandering around aimlessly and shrieking the lyrics to their song, looking for one in particular. "What's Megatron like?"
"Megatron?" Kayla looked confused for a moment, then thought carefully. "Oh…well, he's-"
The group made their wobbly way slightly closer, laughing hysterically when Epps tripped over a protruding stone and fell down; they haphazardly helped him to his feet once again, and continued bellowing like happy fools.
"'Cause I got friends in low places,
Where the Whiskey drowns,
And the Beer chases my blues away,
But I'll be okay,
Now I'm not big on social graces,
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis,
Oh I got friends,
In low places"
Kayla looked thoroughly disgusted, but continued on anyway. "He's wonderful. He can be a bit of a dick sometimes, but then again, can't all men be?" All the females present giggled, throwing in two cents about their boyfriends and husbands. After the laughter subsided, she went starry-eyed, and proceeded, "No…but he's sweet, and loving, and caring…romantic." The group of girls breathed out a collective sigh. "He's great with the kids, loves them as much as my father loved me."
"You got so lucky!" exclaimed Maggie, her eyes wide and her face smiling. "Megatron's such a hunk…"
Several shouts of, "Amen!" went up, and Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Wheeljack, and Jazz all pouted.
"We're not hunky?" Sideswipe stuck out his lower lip, Sunstreaker widened his optics and misted them over with cleaning solution. Jazz's entire demeanor seemed to sag, and Wheeljack put on the most convincing kicked-puppy face that the girls had ever seen.
"AWW!" The females moved closer, preparing to climb up onto the mechs and console them when-
-click-
All the girls shrieked in feminine delight when they turned on their holoforms, four gorgeous male specimens appearing right before their eyes.
"C'mere, you."
Before anyone in the vicinity could blink, Wheeljack strode forward, plucked Becka from the crowd, and carried her off in a different direction, away from the group. Nearby, the abrasive noise of the men and mechs singing was beginning to wear thin on Kayla's nerves…
"I guess I was wrong I just don't belong
But then I've been there before,
Everything's alright
I'll just say goodnight and I'll show myself to the door
Hey I didn't mean to cause a big scene,
Just give me an hour and then,
I'll be as high as that Ivory Tower
And you'll never know"
She looked around, searching for Becka and Wheeljack. No…she couldn't accompany them; this was probably another talk about his thoughts of conversion to the human race, followed by some intimacy. She couldn't interrupt that.
But something just felt…off. She felt as though she was being watched, and it made her itch uncomfortably in her skin. She hated that feeling, and searched fruitlessly for the source. Nothing. The guys were too drunk off their asses to possess that type of attention span; hell, it was surprising that they'd managed to sing this much of their song without becoming distracted. Still, the sensation persisted…and still, she couldn't find the source.
God, whoever it is needs to just STOP before I wring their neck.
Kayla glanced at her watch: It was almost midnight, and she could feel her eyelids beginning to droop again. Man, that was depressing; everyone else was partying and having a good time, and she was pooped out already.
Then again, I'm the only one pregnant, here.
Speak of the devil. It seemed that the twins had heard her thoughts, and decided to make their presence known by faintly wiggling around, their movements slightly slower than normal, as they were at the end of every day.
"You boys tired, too?" A couple weak kicks seemed to act as a response, and she smiled. "Yeah, me too." Rubbing her belly, she spoke softly to the twins. "Alright…Let's go say 'goodnight' to everybody, and then we'll go hit the hay."
Slowly, she waddled over to the three remaining mechs, who were still surrounded by the girls, looking so puffed up with arrogance she was sorely tempted to deflate them.
Nah. I'll let 'em have their fun.
Behind her, she could hear the group of dolts getting closer, unbelievably, still slurring the lyrics to their song, toting around a few beers a piece, and leaning heavily on one another for support as they listed dangerously to the right, and then to the left.
"'Cause I got friends in low places,
Where the Whiskey drowns,
And the Beer chases my blues away,
But I'll be okay,
Now I'm not big on social graces,
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis,
Oh I got friends,
In low places"
Kayla sighed to herself. She'd have to put Megatron out in the living room of their quarters tonight; whenever he got himself nice and smashed like this, well…his sex drive nearly went through the roof, and she didn't exactly want to find herself the recipient of his amorous advances tonight. Two years ago, when she was pregnant with Bee, she'd actually accepted his implications…
Never again.
Without warning, that unnatural sensation swept over her again, and she felt her skin crawl. Who the hell was staring at her? It was starting to get unnerving, but determined to not act like a victim, she stood up as tall as she could, and continued on over to the group of mechs. Jeez…what was this person's problem?
Now, Kayla could tell beyond a doubt that the group was wobbling after her, slowly but surely. She was so tempted to just tie a string from between two random trees, despite the fact that bending over was nearly impossible at this point, and watch as one of them tripped, and they all fell like dominoes.
I'd have someone else do it for me. I don't think I'd have a problem finding a willing person.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she'd reached the lopsided circle of girls and mechs, all of whom were still showering attention onto the cocky guys. They immediately welcomed her back into their group, and broke away from the other females to come and give her a hug.
"Okay guys," she said between embraces. "The twins and I are tired…so we're off to get some sleep." This was met by a chorus of 'Awww's, and 'But why?'s, which were promptly ignored, not ceasing the flow of hugs that was now extending to the other girls, who reluctantly agreed and said their goodnights.
"I guess I was wrong I just don't belong
But then I've been there before, everything's alright
I'll just say goodnight and I'll show myself to the door
Hey I didn't mean to cause a big scene just wait 'til I finish this glass
Then, sweet little lady I'll head back to the bar (haha) and you can kiss my ass"
"Megatron!" bellowed Kayla, highly affronted when 'you can kiss my ass' had been directed right at her. "Get your ass, and what brain cells you have left from all that beer, over here right now!"
It seemed that the other females had the same thoughts; Sarah Lennox marched over and dragged Will off to their car, ignoring his numerous shouts of how he needed another drink. Maggie simply glared at Glen, and he followed her without question, simple as that. Blackout and Barricade reappeared after missing nearly the entire party, and towed Bonecrusher back inside before he could cause a scene; Ratchet followed suit, breaking off from his talk with Optimus to grab his mate by the wrists, hoist him up onto his back, and carry him back to the bunkers, leaving the Autobot leader to chuckle quietly in amusement. A friend of Epps' hauled him off as well, shouting words of congratulations back to the one coherent parent: Kayla, who managed to give thanks while simultaneously dragging her husband back into the base, into and up the elevator, down the hall, and into their quarters.
Though they were being slowly separated, the intoxicated singers still screamed the lyrics to one another, trying to stay within earshot for as long as possible.
"'Cause I got friends in low places,
Where the Whiskey drowns,
And the Beer chases my blues away,
But I'll be okay,
Now I'm not big on social graces,
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis,
Oh I got friends,
In low places"
It was painfully obvious now that the party was over; quite sullen by the rain pouring onto their parade, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Bumblebee, and Jazz said their farewells to the party guests, thanked them for their company, and then headed inside with everyone else for a long night of recharge.
Kayla grumbled under her breath as she continued to pull Megatron to the base, harrumphing about how damn difficult this was when pregnant…when that god awful sensation plagued her again. However, this time, she reacted faster, releasing her husband and whirling around.
Mikaela's cousin Monica was standing around fifty feet away in the shadow of one of the many trees surrounding the base, more than likely assuming that the darkness would conceal her. She watched as the other girl's gaze flickered back to Megatron, where it trained on him for over a full minute before returning to Kayla, piercing her, analyzing her.
Shivering with foreboding, she locked eyes with Monica before dragging her husband back inside, and closing the base doors.
Author's Note: Well, whaddya think? Should I continue this story, or work on my TF: Animated one?
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are gonna be godfathers! YAAY!
The poor, poor Autobots and Decepticons.
I want to make this story a bit more reader-interactive, so send in ideas or suggestions you'd like to see in the story! I'll consider each one sent in, and try to incorporate it into the plot to the best of my abilities.
Yes, this story has a soundtrack! I'll post the link to it in my profile...
Other than that, I've pretty much said all I need to say. Read and review, guys! Read and review!