"Sam," Carly put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure?"
Sam took a deep breath, then nodded.
"It's time."
He climbed into his beloved Camaro, possibly for the last time. He quietly drove 'Bee through Washington. He parked outside of the Air and Space Museum and walked with Carly up the steps and quickly found the place the ninteen year old girl he was looking for would be located.
"Sue," He stopped as he saw her leading a group of grade school children in the lobby of the museum. "Suzie." He grabbed her arm.
"Sam!" She looked at him strangely. "What are you doing here?"
"I can't do this anymone." He gestured to the Camaro, visible through the glass windows. Susan looked to the teacher of the class and quickly apologized, saying it was important family matters of the utmost secrecy. The teacher nodded, dazed, and Susan walked out of the museum, sitting on the hood of the Camaro, which vibrated in greeting to his old friend.
"Do what, Sam? You're giving up on them?"
"No. No, no!" Sam shook his head in the negative. "God, no! It's just that they have a war, every two years, and the people we love keep getting involved. Like Pat-"
"Please don't mention Patrick, Sam." Susan shook her head. Patrick was Susan's boyfriend, caught in the first battle in Mission City with them, and he hadn't made it back out.
"Sorry. But Sue, you know I can't do it anymore. Carly almost got killed. Mikaela left me because of it." Sam sat next to his cousin on the hood. "Ironhide died. JAZZ died. You know you can fix them but you just refuse to do it. Why?"
Susan sat there quietly before glaring at her cousin.
"Fine." She smirked. "But I get to keep 'Bee." Sam gaped at her not very funny joke, and the engine underneath her revved excitedly.
"Fine," Sam groaned. "Not like I've seen him these past few months anyways."
The engine cut off as though Bumblebee was sheepish.
"You can drive him back, though, since I've got no clue where I'm going." Susan slipped into the back of the Camero.
Sam drove, and this time, it was much less quiet. Sue and Sam were talking amiably, with 'Bee adding in every once in a while.
"So big scary claw man is dead and gone? Megatron, of course." Sam nodded in response. He turned down the street that lead to the new NEST quarters.
"Yeeeeah Boi!" Was Bumblebee's entergetic response. Susan giggled quietly.
"Well, good job, Carly, since I'm positive you had something to do with it."
"He was Sentinal's Bitch," Carly nodded. "All I had to do was tell him the truth."
"Yeah. He's got this thing with 'human trash' telling him off. He goes apeshit. Hi-larious."
"So, Sam said you can fix the dead Cybertronians. How."
"Simmons is an idiot. Doesn't know what happens when a human who is more open to what space can provide touches the Allspark. Bottom line, I touched it, and became the next Allspark." Sue turned around and showed the Cybertronian tattoos across her shoulder blades. "It only happened after the war. After the Matrix was with Optimus."
"Were you there for the war in Cairo?"
"No...thank...Prime...us." 'Bee rapidly switched stations.
"Yeah...No, I wasn't. But I was there for the acceptance award with Sam, if you remember."
"I do." Carly laughed. "You were the cousin that didn't freak out about meeting the president."
"Well, I'm the more intelligent one," Susan flicked the back of Sam's abnormally large ears.
"Yeah, Yeah." He grumbled, before remembering sonthing rather important. "OH! New Directer of National Intelligence. Even after the fight in Chicago, she doesn't seem to think any of us are capable of working with the Autobots."
"Well, I don't give a shit. I've climbed Optimus before, for God's sake. Slept in Ironhide, Rachet and Jolt's chest plates! Obviously I'm capable of working with them! Hell, I beat Sideswipe in almost every fight while he was in his holo-form!"
"Yeah, I know!" Sam agreed. "She also doesn't like to be called Ma'am."
Sam was only warning her because they were pulling up outside the base, the heavilly gaurded gate opening instantly upon the gaurds recognizing 'Bee.
Charlotte Mearing and William Lennox met the group of three at the enterance to the garage. Susan, upon seeing the handsome soldier who had long since been declared as hers and hers alone, started for him with a grin on her face. Lennox started for her, as well, at a much quicker pace. Admitedly, he ran.
Susan locked her arms around his neck. He picked her up as soon as he had his arms secured around her waist, and spun her around. She was all he had once Sarah had up and left one day with Annabelle, the only deductable reason being the trigger happy weapons specialist talking robot from space that once resided in their garage. Said space robot was sitting in a spare room, along with Jazz, Brains Wheelie and Que, waiting to be repaired.
"Good to see you, Su-su." Lennox kept his cheek pressed into her hair, even after he'd set her down.
"You too, Willy."
They were then inturrupted by an obnoxious little troat clearing from Mearing.
"I refuse to see how a teenager can be useful, Lt. Col." She gave Susan a look that made her skin crawl.
Lennox rolled his eyes, grabbed Mearing by the elbow and walking ahead. Susan gave each autobot their own little greeting as she passed, and they all flashed lights or honked as she passed. She lightly tapped Ratchet's hood, and he whirred his sirens at her, spooking Mearing. Sidswipe went as far as reving his engines, Skids and Mudflap honking entergetically. Jolt rocked on his axels, Dino rolled foreward a little bit, bumping the sides of her legs. Leadfoot hummed as she flicked the center of his target symbol. She didn't get a reaction from Roadbuster, actually, he backed away from her, shaking as though laughing. She giggled. She waved at them as she walked past them.
"What could have possibly coaxed reactions such as those out of them metal beasts?" Mearing asked.
"Simple," Susan growled softly. "They MISSED me. Haven't been here since Christmas! Which reminds me. Where's Prime? I miss him, too."
The reactions of the Autobots prompted Mearing to think a little on this teenager. There was no doubt that all of the autobots were going to fight her if she decided that none were to tell them that the kid couldn't stay. So that wasn't an option, already. But she still observed Susan Witwicky's appearence.
She didn't seem as though she shoud be caught up in this war. She was dressed semi-professionally, causing Mearing to realize that she must have been pulled from work. The skirt only reached two inches above her knees, and was slightly shorter, in back. Lennox was continuously pulling it down, glaring at any who dared glance at her long legs. Underneath Susan's grey, polka dotted cardigan, Mearing could just barely see the bright green bra starp, and the small strap to her black tank top. That was the 'Semi' part of semi-professional. And the already noted long legs were even longer, due to the grey wedges on her feet, a few bright pink toes peaking out from them.
Susan Witwicky definatly didn't seem like the mechanic everyone of the soldiers and Autobots thought she was. She looked like a secretary who didn't take her job seriously.
Susan was the first to spot the red and blue flamed bot. She skipped over to him, calling up at him.
"Oy, big bot!" Optimus peeked down at her, a soft look coming over his face plates. "How's the weather up there?"
"Susan." The huge Mech leand down, offering his hand. She climbed up and then waited for him to put her where she belonged on any Autobot. On his shoulder, legs crossed and looking down at the now ant sized people from somewhere around 36 feet in the air. Then she turned her head and smiled at Optimus. "How are you, femme?"
"Fine. Sam wants me to fix the Broken-bots." Susan had refused to ever refer to them as dead. Ever since Jazz. She knew already who to start with. Wheelie and Brains. Then Que, she'd need his help. Then she'd work with Jazz, since Ratchet had mainly re-attached everything back into everything else. She was glad of this. Ironhide, however, was going to be a hassle. He was pretty much disintegrated into tiny bits. Something she'd never ever forgive Sentinal Prime for. "I've agreed."
"Very well. It pleases me that you wish to help, my charge." Yeah. Thats right. Big bot himself, after Jazz was gone, proclaimed himself to be Susan's gaurdian, and remained such until his duties as Prime became too much. Susan, that day, declared that she'd be able to take what was left of the Decepticreeps-uh-'Cons out, with her knowledge of cars, alone.
Optimus agreed.
"Now," Will shouted up at the mech. "DO NOT! I repeat DO NOT let her fall."
Optimus laughed, and seeing the tiny femme's attire, let her to the groundwith his hand, rather than letting her climb down.
She was released into Lennox's arms instantly.
"Sooo," Carly rocked awkwardly on her heels. "I've heard you've been staying in a hotel. You can stay next to Sam and me. There's an empty apartment. Sam'd love it! And once you get Wheelie and Brains back, they can stay with you. I've heard they respond to your dicipline."
"Hell yes. I've pulled a few Ratchet moves every once in a while. You know. Wrenches."
"The catch? I'm staying with you. No if's and's or but's about it." Lennox crossed his arms. His tough guy look was diminished greatly by the pout he instantly put on. "I'm sick of living on base, if you catch my drift." He glanced meaningfully at Mearing.
"Fiiiiine." Susan rolled her eyes, sticking out her tounge. "Oh, Optimus," She turned back to the mech. "I'm taking 'Sides and maybe eventually Dino. As protection."
Optimus nodded.
"Very well. I'm glad of your return, little one."
Mearing noticed the fondness in Optimus' voice and jumped at a chance to irk the 'Bot.
"There is by no means going to be an Autobot leaving this base."
"Bitch," Susan muttered. "You. Are. Dealing. With. It. You've met Dutch. The fuck you think taught that scrawny little German to fight? His Papa? Hell no. Me. THINK before you cross me, because according to the president, EVERYONE reports to ME with the Autobots. I call the shots. I can take away your job if I wanted. One call. Is all. It. Takes."
Mearing shuddered at the pure venom in Susan's voice. This kid scared her. Lennox snickered.
"Okay, okay. Maybe we should tell you how she's got everyone wrapped around her sticky little fingers."
Mearing agreed.
"Agreed," Optimus announced, transforming so that everyone had somewhere to sit for the long story. Susan settled herself comfortably on top of Optimus' hood, and looked at her audience.
"Okay, so, It all started when I was still living with Sam, Uncle Ron and Aunt Judy..."