Ironhide, Want To Go Camping
Chapter One
**Okay I've been meaning to write for months and months and luckily I now have the time and right frame of mind to do so…Enjoy….and of course, I do not own Transformers or its characters and I'm not profiting off of this story :)**
Post '07 Movie-verse
"Mr. Witwicky you will fail twelfth grade biology unless you go on the extra credit camping trip over spring break."
"But. can't—"
"No buts—you chose not to show up for your midterm exam and now you have to face the consequences."
I groaned as I left the classroom, 'Why, Why?' It wasn't really my fault. I had been more then ready to take the midterm; unfortunately, Bee had had other ideas when the possible Decepticon alert had been issued. The whole 'aliens kidnapped me' defense doesn't go over very well with teachers.
I looked over the three-page-long list of things I needed. Three pages, seriously? You'd think we were leaving on a year-long banishment.. I froze when I got the very end of the third page.
NO CELL PHONES, LAPTOPS, IPODS, OR GAMEBOYS.
It may only be a weeklong trip but it was definitely going to seem like an eternity. I bashed my head once against my locker before opening it and grabbing my books. As I spotted Bee and Mikaela in the parking lot I realized that things were about to get a lot worse—Mikaela had really been looking forward to us spending Spring Break together.
I slowly approached them as I figured out what I was going to say to them.
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"Bee, BEE—I need you to calm down. Its one week in the forest. There'll be teachers watching us like hawks to make sure were safe—and learning, and writing notes, and not playing…or having fun or …well you get the point—I'll be FINE."
A Star Trek clip was his only response "And if you're attacked, Captain?"
It was a said by a woman in a neutral voice but from Bee's stance I knew he felt very strongly about this.
There hasn't been a Decepticon attack in months and-PLUS—they've never showed any interest in killing me— well, anymore then any other random human-you know…and…umm."
"Away-mission protocols dictate that you take a bodyguard and proceed with caution."
"Bee you can't come—we're carpooling there and-and nobody in their right mind would take a 2010 Chevy Camaro on unpaved back roads. I'm sorry, it's just the way it is."
"A Truck you can count on."
"What? Truck? As in…Oh no nonono, Bee, no—Absolutely not going to happen."
I stopped arguing with Bee when my voi8ce went hoarse—there was no way to get him to budge on the whole 'me needing a Guardian at all times' thing. So I went into the house to pack with the happy thought that I was not only going to be stuck in the forest at a biology class boot camp with no electronics I was also going to be stuck there with Ironhide…