Strange Bedfellows
Disclaimer: I own nothing here- not even the original plot idea or the first four chapters both of which belong to aliengirlguy. All I've done is edit. Transformers all belong to Hasbro and no money being made by moi.
Rated: T for wiggle room, may be raised.
Warnings: mild swearing, mention of naked Sam (nothing explicit).
Chapter 1
"Ugh! Oh man! My head!" Sam groaned unhappily as he rubbed his pounding head. He kept his eyes closed, knowing that the light would not be merciful to his poor noggin. He was actually half afraid of what light would feel like mixed with a post drunk hangover. Sam groaned again, grimacing at the bile-y fuzz that seemed to have made a home in his mouth. Fortunately, Sam was not easily nauseated, even after a night of solid chugging. Sam rubbed his temples as he groggily sat up on a smoothly textured, though uneven, warm metal surface. Sam registered three things all at once in his foggy, pounding mind.
First, was that the surface he was lying on wasn't his comfy bed or the slightly more comfortable dorm floor at his college and as a result, he didn't know where the hell he was. Second, he was naked. Completely and utterly birthday suited. Third, he had no idea how he had ended up in such a state. The last thing he remembered was stumbling out of some bar whose name he didn't remember, drowning his sorrows after his recent breakup with Michaela. Oh, it was mutual, but that didn't mean that it still didn't hurt. Then…there had been a lot of walking, he had vague memories of entering some alley, and then…everything went fuzzy from there. He had a vague sense that there had been someone there, someone…he knew? But for the life of him, he couldn't remember a face. Sam figured that by his point he should open his eyes so he could find out how seriously embarrassing his situation must be.
He squinted cautiously. The light was thankfully dim; he opened them wider, ignoring the slight throb from his temples. Then Sam stared. He closed his eyes, shook his head, wondering if people could hallucinate during hangovers. He opened them again, but the sight that met his eyes could not be denied.
"Oh Pit, my Processors! That's the last time I imbibe so much high-grade energon!" groaned his current bed.
Embarrassing nothing, he was so screwed!
The equally hung-over mech that was currently under an increasingly more horrified and confused Sam finally onlined his optics. His red optics. The groaning mech spotted Sam. The two of them stared at each other, their horror rising with each tense silent second, until the two of them yelled at the same time.
"What the Pit!"
"What the Hell!"
Edited and posted July 7th, 2012.