Author's Note: For Libby, you little robot lover, you. For everyones information, I know next to nothing about Transformers other than what I saw at the movie theater. So if you see a problem let me know and I'll fix it. Please read and review. It makes me happy.
This is rated M because of some shady characters with potty mouths. I rated it high just to be on the safe side.
Disclaimer: How cool would it be if I really did own Transformers?
The alarm clock was screaming in her ear. She reached a hand out from under the covers and groped around her nightstand until she was able to shut off the annoying sound. Reluctantly, she poked her head out of the warm little nest she had created and looked at the time. It was 10 PM. Time to get up and get ready to go to work. Sighing, she shoved the covers off and climbed out of bed to get ready for her last night on the job.
Revecca Warren had held many jobs in the short 23 years she had been alive. She had been a waitress. She had done a little bartending. She had done telemarketing, cosmetology, an extremely short stint as a secretary that she had ended immediately when her boss had gotten a little too friendly with her. She had even let one of her good friends talk her into stripping at a gentleman's club. 'Gentleman's Club...HA!' That made Revecca laugh. Those men were anything but gentleman. Revecca had never been the type to flaunt her body. She had been so very uncomfortable with the thought of taking off her clothes at first. Still, it had been good, easy money, though. She had worked there about three months before she met Ryan. 'Ryan, that bastard.' She wished she had known then what she knew now. She would have never gotten involved with him or his business. That was one lap dance she regretted giving. She could still remember that day like it was happening right now.
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"So...you like cars?" The man looked up at her as he ran his hands over her ass.
"YO! I'M NOT TELLING YOU AGAIN! YOU CAN'T TOUCH THE GIRLS! KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOUR FUCKIN' SELF!" The bouncer's voice boomed from behind causing the man to drop his hands immediately.
"Sorry." The man smiled sheepishly up at Revecca. "I can't help it...you're just too damn irresistable."
"Oh, really?" Revecca smiled seductively back down at the man in front of her. 'He is kind of cute...' She ran her manicured nails lightly over his chest.
"Oh, yeah...definitely." He threw a glance over his shoulder at the bouncer. "I think you're trying to get me kicked out of here."
"Why would I wanna do something like that?" She licked her lips and winked at him.
"You tell me." He winked back.
"What was it you were asking me earlier?" It was very rare that men would actually hold a conversation with her as she danced. They were usually too busy ogling her goodies. This man, however, had been extremely talkative ever since she had walked over to his table. This man had also made a point of looking her in the eye when he spoke and not at her cleavage. Revecca had to admit, it was nice to be spoken to and not just treated like a piece of the club's decor.
"I asked if you like cars." His brown eyes sparkled as they looked back into her green ones.
Revecca laughed. "Cars? Yeah, I like cars."
Like was an understatement. Revecca loved cars. Exotic cars, that is. They were her passion. It had started when her father had brought home a 1994 Shuppan 962CR for her to gawk at. It was lust at first site. From that point on, she had lived and breathed cars. Aside from outside appearances, she had also learned to appreciate what was hidden under the hood. She soon found herself in complete awe of the internal combustion engine. Instead of the fashion magazines she had subscribed to, she found herself reading 'Car and Driver' and thumbing through 'Custom Car Magazine'. Her father had brought home other cars after the Shuppan, of course, they weren't exactly his. He...acquired them for other people, usually through illegal means. He would always bring them by the house before dropping them off, just so she could see them. He even let her drive them around the field out back once in a while if there was time, which Revecca found to be almost orgasmic.
"Mmmm...I thought so." The man's hand was creeping up her ass again.
"Watch yourself, there. We don't want Frank coming over here and tossing you out." Revecca gently put his hands back on the armrests of his chair.
He laughed. "True. Thanks for reminding me. Your name is Revecca right?"
Revecca froze. No one used her real name at the club. For all intents and purposes, all club patrons knew her as Gwen. "How did you know my name? Do I know you?"
"Actually, I know you...well...I knew your dad. My name is Ryan Cavanaugh." He grinned sweetly up at her. "He was a great guy. I'm sorry to hear that he passed."
Revecca was still frozen in place. "How did you know my dad?" Her dad didn't have any friends that she had ever met. He had always told her that it was best if she didn't get involved with the types of people he was involved with. He had wanted better for his little girl. The last thing he had wanted was for her to be keeping company with a bunch of car thieves and extortionists. In her opinion, she hadn't done much better, stooping so low as to basically sell her body for the entertainment of others. She was ashamed of herself.
His smile was still plastered sweetly on his face. "We worked together."
"Oh, really?" Revecca couldn't think of anything else to say to that. Her dad had stolen cars for a living. She really couldn't picture the man in front of her jacking cars no matter how hard she tried.
"Really. I actually came here looking for you." He brushed one finger down the exposed flesh of her thigh.
"Why?" A warning signal had gone off in Revecca's head, which she chose to ignore.
"I have a little proposition for you. I'm guessing your choice of...employment isn't exactly everything you hoped it would be. I mean...you aren't planning on making a career out of this are you? Don't get me wrong, you're gorgeous, but I just don't see you doing lapdances when you turn 40. Know what I mean? I'd like to offer you an alternative." He smiled his sweet little boy smile at her again and handed her a card. "Stop by tomorrow and see me. The address is on the back. If you come, I'll bet you'll be happy you did." With that, he tucked a couple hundred dollar bills into her bikini and left her standing there as he exited the club.
The rest was history. She was able to add one more job title to her ever growing resume...car thief. Ryan had reeled her in with the promise of making more money and the cars...the cars weren't machines, they were works of art in her eyes. All Revecca had to do was retrieve them for the clients, simple and easy. In the end, she hadn't accepted the job for the money. She had done it for the chance to slide behind the wheel and drive. She didn't let herself think about the fate of the vehicles she brought back to the shop. She knew that most would be stripped for parts or dismantled and rebuilt. The thought made her sad. It was like someone walking into the Louvre and defacing the Mona Lisa. Still, she did as she was told and she was good at her job.
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Revecca pulled on a black t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. She looked in the mirror one last time as she quickly applied a little makeup and arranged her shoulder length blond hair into a spikey updo. Pulling on her black boots, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door and down the street for her last night on the job. She had finally been able to scrimp and save enough money to get the hell out of California. All she wanted to do was go somewhere no one knew her and start over fresh. She had decided that Chicago held some interesting prospects. She had a pretty good friend that lived there that had offered her a place to stay until she could get herself established. She had jumped at the chance. All she had left to do was fufill her obligation to Ryan by doing this one last job for him and then hop on a plane to start her new and improved life. She had even been toying with the idea of going back to school to study mechanics. There were so many possibilities. She had begun to think that her life was finally starting to turn around and she was eager to see what the future held.
"Revecca! I hear you're retiring on us. This your last job?" Carlos greeted her as she entered the shop.
"Si, papi. I'm heading out to Chicago in a few days. Try to get myself straightened out. I'm gonna miss you, though." Revecca gave Carlos a little hug. She really was going to miss him. He had been like a father to her from the time she had set foot into the shop. He had taken her under his wing. He had taught her everything he knew about cars and engines and of course, stealing them. He was one of the few people she had in this place that she actually considered to be a friend.
Carlos stepped back and looked her in the eyes. "I'm gonna miss you too, mami. You deserve to better yourself. If anyone has earned it, you have. You make sure you stay in touch with me, you hear? If you need anything. I mean anything. You let me know, alright?"
Revecca smiled. "I will Carlos. Thank you for everything you've done for me."
Carlos smiled back at her a little sadly. "You better get a move on. Cavanaugh has a pretty long shopping list for you tonight."
"I figured he would. I'm sure he wants to make my last night as big of a pain in the ass as possible." Revecca stalked off toward the back office where Ryan Cavanaugh waited.
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"Ryan! Ten cars? What the hell? There is no way I can do all this in one night." Revecca looked at the list in her hand in dismay.
"Yes you can. Mike and Scott have already scouted out all the marks. The locations are all there. You just have to go get them and bring them back here. They're all pretty close to each other...well...except that one." He pointed to one of the vehicles on the list. "They tell me its worth the trip, though."
Revecca looked at the make and model of the vehicle Ryan had just pointed to and groaned. It was terribly out of place among the others. "Why the hell is that even on the list? Who do you know that would even want something like that? Can't you have someone else go after that one? I'm not even sure I can drive it."
"What do you mean you're not sure you can drive it? Of course you can. Just think of it as a big fucking Delfino. I might also add, that if you want to get paid, you will have it in this shop before the night is up." Ryan smiled that sickly sweet smile at her.
Revecca was fuming as she left his office. It was going to be a long night indeed. She needed to get to work. 'You'll be fine Rev...all you have to do is survive the next 24 hours without wrecking and killing yourself or going to jail...' With that thought in mind, she headed out the door to meet Scott so she could get started.
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Revecca's POV
Revecca looked at the crumpled list in her hand. Nine cars down, one to go. Then, she could call it a night and put all this behind her. So far tonight, she had picked up a 2000 Jaguar XK8 Coupe, a 1997 Gillet Vertigo, a 2002 Mazda RX-8 and a 1992 Opel Lotus Omega among others. She had saved the one she had been dreading for last. Scott pulled up about a block from the house.
"Listen Scott...I'm really not feeling this. Maybe you could boost it and I could follow you back." Revecca's voice was almost pleading.
Scott shot her a sympathetic look. "Sorry. No can do Rev. I wish I could, but...you know how Ryan is. I'm not allowed to touch the merchandise. We'd both be in some deep shit."
Revecca nodded. She knew exactly what Scott meant. "I know. It was worth a shot." She smiled weakly as she reluctantly grabbed her tools off the seat and opened the car door to get out.
Scott rolled down his window as she stepped around to the driver's side. "Listen. The house is just down the street a block on the left. Its sitting right out by the road. You can't miss it. Oh, and good luck in Chicago. We're gonna miss you something fierce."
"Thanks Scotty." Revecca waved and started walking slowly in the direction of the house. She looked around her as she walked. These houses were huge compared to the one she lived in. They all had nicely manicured lawns that she could make out under the glow of the street lights. 'Must be nice...looks like they're all livin the American Dream...'
Suddenly, she saw the house. There was no mistaking it. In the driveway sat a gorgeous, sunshine yellow Chevy Camaro with black racing stripes. "Oh, now THAT is wicked hot." Revecca approached the car with reverence. It might not have been what she was after, but that didn't mean she couldn't take a minute to appreciate the beauty of the machine before carrying on with her job did it? She cast a weary glance up at the house to determine if anyone was up and about before slowly circling the Camaro. She let the tips of her fingers glide gently over the hood. She stepped around the side of the car, still trailing her fingers over the paint job going all the way around it and taking in all the details. She stopped in front of the car as she completed her inspection. "You are a beautiful machine. I would much rather be taking you for a spin than that...thing over there, but...a job's a job and I gotta do what I gotta do. After tonight I'm officially retiring from this business." Revecca looked out toward the road where the other vehicle was parked and then back down at the Camaro stroking it's hood once more. "Its too bad, though. We could have had a lot of fun together. Later hot stuff." She blew the Camaro a kiss over her shoulder as she headed back down the driveway toward her mark.
Revecca sighed in disgust as she looked up at the monstrosity parked before her. Revecca Warren may have had a deep, intense love for cars, but she absolutely loathed trucks. She hated them with a passion. It wasn't that she was frightened of them, but she found them rather intimidating. This particular GMC Topkick was definitely no exception. In fact, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something about it made her feel even more intimidated than usual. It seemed to have a rather brooding presence. She also had the creepiest feeling that she was being watched. She kept looking to the windows of the house trying to see if she spotted anyone peeking back at her. She saw no one, but still couldn't shake the feeling of having eyes on her. She played around with the idea of calling Ryan and telling him the truck was gone and that she wasn't able to bring it in, but she really needed the money and knew that Ryan would have been totally pissed at her. "I really, really, really hate trucks. I hate them. I really do." She tried to open the driver's side door. It was locked tight. It figures. She smirked a little as she pulled out her pickset. "I hate them almost as much as I hate the bastard that sent me out here in the first place. Almost, but not quite."
Before Revecca could slide the pick into the lock, she heard a popping sound which startled her. Jumping back from the door slightly, she noticed that the lock on the door had popped up. She frantically looked around her to see if anyone was around. Maybe someone had seen her and had a remote unlock and was messing around with her. She saw no one. 'Easy Rev...you're freakin yourself out over having to drive this thing...get it together girl.' She carefully reached for the door handle and pulled it open half expecting someone to jump out of the cab at her. When that didn't happen, she released the breath she didn't even know she had been holding and climbed inside.
Once Revecca was situated behind the steering wheel the door slammed shut hard causing her to yelp in surprise and jump across the cab and press herself against the passenger door. As she tried get her wildly beating heart under control, her cell phone began to ring. Digging in her pockets and coming up empty handed, she realized the phone was somewhere in the cab of the truck. It had probably fell out of her pocket when she made her frightened lunge across the seat. "Damn it." The phone continued to ring relentlessly, but it was dark in the truck. Revecca ran her hand down between the leather seats trying to find it. Running her hands down under the edge of the drivers seat where she had pinpointed the ringing was coming from, she could have sworn she felt the truck shudder. Grabbing her phone she flipped it open and put it on speaker so she could talk and work at the same time.
"Hello?" Revecca answered as she was busy inspecting the ignition. She really didn't want to have to hotwire the thing. She hated hotwiring.
"Revecca, where the fuck are you? Why didn't you answer your phone, you fucking bitch? You should have been here an hour ago with that goddamn truck." Ryan's angry voice blasted out of the phone.
Revecca flinched. An angry Ryan was not a good thing. He was obvioulsy either drunk or high judging from the slurring of his voice. It was going to be ugly when she got back to the shop. She had almost rather stay here locked inside the Topkick than have to head back to the shop and face Ryan when he was like this. She had been on the receiving end of his little drug and alcohol induced tirades on more than one occasion. One particular incident had resulted in several stitches in her head and trip to the dentist to have her cracked molar fixed.
"I'm talking to you, you worthless whore! You better answer me when I ask you a question." Ryan's voice cut through her thoughts.
"I'm sitting in it now, Ryan. I just haven't got it started yet. I..." Revecca was desperately trying to think of someway to placate him.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Revecca's mouth snapped shut. Oh this was definitely going to be ugly.
"Thirty minutes. You better have your slutty little ass back in this garage in thirty minutes. Do not be late. You do NOT want me to have to come looking for you. Thirty fucking minutes. I want that truck. Do you understand me, slut?" Ryan's voice dripped with venom.
Revecca's shoulders slumped in defeat. What else could she do? She didn't really have a choice. "Yes, sir. I'll be there in thirty minutes."
"Thats my girl." He hung up then, leaving Revecca sitting in the cab of the truck in a state of panic.
Revecca leaned her head against the steering wheel and took a deep breath. She blew the air out slowly as she tried to control her shaking. "Shit." There was no way she could be there in thirty minutes. The drive itself was going to take about forty-five and she hadn't even gotten the damn thing started yet. "He is gonna kick the crap outta me." Revecca knew she needed to get a move on. She knew very well that Ryan would indeed come out and look for her if she was late and that when he found her it would be ten times worse than whatever he currently had planned for her when she arrived. With shaking hands, she reached beneath the dash and felt for the wires she would need to twist together to get the Topkick started. She screamed as the truck roared to life before she even had a chance to lay a hand on the wiring.
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Bumblebee and Ironhide POV
Bumblebee sat in Sam Witwicky's driveway. The Witwicky's had left and taken Sam with them on vacation leaving Bumblebee alone to fend for himself, not that he minded. It wasn't that he didn't miss his human. He did miss Sam. He was his best friend. What he didn't miss was having two sweaty human teenagers rolling around on his hood. While he believed that human intimacy was indeed a beautiful thing, having it occur on top of him made him rather uncomfortable to say the least. He had been meaning to bring it up with Sam but had no idea how to breech the subject. The time that the Autobots had spent on Earth thus far had taught them that humans were very touchy about any subject that revolved around their sexual relations. Sam may have been gone, but at least Bee wasn't short on company. He glanced out toward the road where the Autobot's Weapons Specialist was parked. He was glad the older mech had decided to stop by. Maybe he would have a little input into his situation.
'Bee, that is entirely too much information. I really don't care to know the details of human interfacing. It seems very...messy. Why don't you discuss this with Ratchet?' Ironhide's gruff voice filled Bumblebee's processor.
'Because I don't need a human anatomy lesson, Hide. I get plenty of that from watching Sam and Mikaela. What I want to know is what to say to get them to stop inter...'
'Someone's coming up the driveway.' Ironhide cut Bumblebee off.
'Who is it? Anybody we know?' Bee turned his attention toward the human walking slowly up the drive.
'I don't think so.' Ironhide watched the female walk toward Bee.
"Oh, now THAT is wicked hot." The human looked around herself nervously before before running her hand over Bee's hood.
'Ooh, I think she likes me, Hide.' Bumblebee's laugh echoed inside Ironhide's processor. He was very pleased with his choice of disguise. Humans seemed to respond to it well, especially the human females. He had begun to have an quite an appreciation for them. Although they definitely weren't like the femmes that had been on Cybertron, human females, he found, had a unique beauty all their own. Bumblebee held in a moan and a shudder as the female trailed her hands all around his outside.
'And you complain about hormonal human teenagers. I swear you're just as bad as they are.' Ironhide laughed a little at the younger mechs response to the females touch.
'Careful old man, before I decide to come over there and interface on YOUR hood.' Bee laughed and turned his attention back toward the human in front of him. Ironhide snorted.
"You are a beautiful machine. I would much rather be taking you for a spin than that...thing over there, but...a jobs a job and I gotta do what I gotta do. After tonight I am offically retiring from this business." The human looked at Ironhide and frowned before looking back at Bee and stroking his hood again. "Its too bad, though. We could have had a lot of fun together. Later hot stuff."
'See Ironhide...she thinks I'm beautiful. She called you a thing.' Bumblebee laughed and then had to suppress another shudder as the human female touched his hood again and blew him a kiss before walking away.
'Control yourself, Bee. I think we have a bigger problem here. I think she intends to steal one of us.' Ironhide was busy searching the internet to try to identify the tools she held in one hand. 'I do believe we have ourselves a car thief.'
'What?! But she seemed so...nice.' Bumblebee sounded genuinely disappointed.
'OH PIT!' Ironhide cursed as the female stood in front of him. 'Don't even think about it human!'
'I can't believe she would rather steal you...'
'Quiet Bee! You just want her to play with your ignition. If you haven't noticed, we have a little situation here.' Ironhide kept a close eye on the human.
"I really, really, really hate trucks. I hate them. I really do. I hate them almost as much as I hate the bastard that sent me out here in the first place. Almost, but not quite. " The human tried to open his door. Ironhide was glad he had remembered to lock them.
'I'm not extremely fond of you at the moment either, human.' Ironhide watched as the human pulled out a set of sharp, pointy devices that he had determined were used to open locked doors. 'Oh, frag no. You aren't probing me with those things.' Ironhide popped his lock and laughed to himself as the female jumped away from his door.
Bee spoke up. 'You think we should call Optimus and let him know whats going on?'
Ironhide watched as the human female cautiously crawled inside his cab. 'Nah. I think I can handle one tiny, little human female. No sense in disturbing Prime.'
'What are you gonna do, Hide?'
'I'll go along with it. I'll just scare her a little. Take her on a little ride. She'll think twice before doing something like this again.' Ironhide waited until the female was sitting comfortably behind his wheel and then slammed his door as hard as he could. He laughed to himself as she launched herself across his insides to press against the passenger door, obviously frightened. 'No, I don't think she'll be doing anything like this again.'
'Just be careful with her, Ironhide. Humans are delicate, you know.' Bee knew Ironhide wouldn't harm the female. Despite how much Ironhide grumbled about how backward humans were, Bee knew the old mech was as fond of them as he was.
'Don't worry, Bee...I'll take good care of her...SLAG!' Ironhide was surprised when the female's phone began to ring and her small hand jammed itself down between his seats trying to locate it.
'What happened?!' Bumblebee strained to see what was going on inside Ironhides interior.
'N-nothing. She just...PRIMUS!' Ironhide couldn't suppress the shudder that wracked his frame as the female's hand grazed the sensitive underside of his seat in an attempt to find her cell. He let out a sigh of relief, when she finally located it and sat back up in the seat. He could hear Bee laughing at him over their com link. The female flipped her phone open and tossed it onto the seat as she turned her attention to his ignition. Ironhide held in a groan as her nimble fingers examined him.
"Hello?" The human greeted whoever was on the other end of the line.
"Revecca, where the fuck are you? Why didn't you answer your phone, you fucking bitch? You should have been here an hour ago with that goddamn truck." The human on the other end of the phone spoke angrily.
Ironhide felt the human in his driver's seat tense up at the sound of the voice. He recognized the voice coming out of the phone as being a male of the species. It angered him somewhat to hear the way he spoke to the female. In his opinion, females, regardless of species, were to be treated with respect. They were after all, the creators of life. Car thief or not, this female didn't deserve to be spoken to in that manner.
'What's goin on Ironhide?' Bee's voice cut through his thought process.
'Shut it Bee...I'll let you know in a minute.'
"I'm talking to you, you worthless whore! You better answer me when I ask you a question." The hostile voice spewed out of the phone once again, further angering Ironhide. How dare he speak to a female in this manner? He noticed the female had begun to tremble slightly. He ran a quick scan on her and found her pulse rate to be high and her breathing rapid and shallow. He wasn't a medic by any means, but it didn't take a mechanic to figure out that the girl's vital signs pointed to the fact that she was scared to death of whomever was on the other end of the line.
"I'm sitting in it now, Ryan. I just haven't got it started yet. I.." The female was cut off as the male shouted at her.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ironhide fought the urge to dump the female out and transform then and there so he could grab the phone to give the male on the other end a piece of his processor. What gave him the right to speak to her in such a manner?
The disembodied voice continued to threaten the female over the phone only adding to Ironhide's resentment. "Thirty minutes. You better have your slutty little ass back in this garage in thirty minutes. Do not be late. You do NOT want me to have to come looking for you. Thirty fucking minutes. I want that truck. Do you understand me, slut?"
The female slumped against his steering wheel. "Yes, sir. I'll be there in thirty minutes."
"Thats my girl." The phone disconnected as the male hung up.
"Shit. He is gonna kick the crap outta me." The fear in the female's voice was evident to Ironhide. He wasn't even paying attention to the fact that she was now desperately groping around under his dash trying to find a way to get him started. He was too angry. If the male on the phone wanted a truck, then he was gonna get a fraggin' truck. Oh yes, he was.
'Ironhide?' Bee's voice snapped Ironhide out of his thoughts.
'I'll be back, Bee. I'm gonna go handle a little...issue.' Ironhide heard the female inside of him issue a surprised scream as his motor roared to life.
End of Chapter One
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