Must Just Be An Autobot Thing
By Steph
Sam could never understand it. He often would return home from school to find Bumblebee already waiting for him in the garage literally rearing to go, it was almost like if the pair did not get to the overlook in that single second, the entire universe would implode. But that was silly. Sam just put it down to Bumblebee just being Bumblebee.
But Bumblebee wasn't the only one.
Ironhide even, could give the young teenager food for thought as the old gruff mech would more then once complain that Annabelle was growing up far to fast, even though the little toddler had just recently celebrated her third birthday. Sara of course would smile and laugh, kindly reminding their big black guardian that not everything could stay young forever, we all had to grow up eventually. Sam merely just shrugged off the thought, adding it to one of the weapon specialist's many weird quirks. Time just moving too fast for him to keep up with. After all, the bot was one of the oldest.
And if that wasn't enough, there was Ratchet.
Bumblebee had a habit much to Sam's dismay of bringing his charge to the medic for a check-up, not trusting the humans 'primitive' healthcare. Sam couldn't argue, due to the immense medical books and entire internet at his disposal, Ratchet probably knew more about human medicine then most doctors. It was during these extensive check ups Sam would notice Ratchet stop whatever he was doing and glance outside, muttering something under his breath about the humans and their vulnerability to everything. Sam just blamed that one on the medic's lack of patience.
Sam could not forget of course about Optimus.
The autobot leader regularly met up with the young human and his guardian at the familiar overlook most of the bots used when they wanted to stretch their legs. During these meeting Optimus would update Sam and Bumblebee of any recent decepticon sightings as well just checking on the teenager's general wellbeing. At the end of each meeting without fail, Optimus would pass a comment over how much Sam had changed, often over the course of just a few weeks. Sam found it odd, for in his eyes he had barely changed at all.
It was strange because all the autobots seemed to have this curious trait, like everything was happening to fast. Winter had arrived too early or the flowers in spring were already withering. Just tiny things that Sam would not even usually think about it. Did time just simply move too fast for them? Or was it something else entirely? Sam just smiled to himself, waving off the random musing as his over reactive imagination playing up again. Must just be an autobot thing. Besides he had a more pressing issue at hand, how he was going to beat Bee at online poker.