Queen's note: pffftt... sooooo this turned from a short clip to a nearly full plot idea. With a new Pairing I re-discovered and fell for. XD I blame the Crosshairs mun I'm talking with lately from tumblr.

Crossroads

Chapter One

On the run, and kidnaping

It was the rain that had him taking a pit spot in their trip, pulling over into a smaller city and finding a place to park off a side road. It wasn't so small that seeing a few strangers' cares would not stand out, more so as it got darker. It was just another few sets of travelers taking a break from the interstate driving. Possibly going to get something to eat or even sleep in their cars for a few hours. Even if in just this case it was no man or woman resting from the trip and enjoying the rain.

It was just started falling after a day of the sun baking the roads, so the acrid, bitter-sweet smell of hot wet pavement was almost everywhere.

There was a subtle shift in the car ahead; the dark green muscle car was no defined model settling a little lower on his wheels. A sign to the corvette a few parking spots behind that they would be there for a while.

The green and black corvette sighed, internally, not giving a sign of who he was on the outside. Slowly edging forward so only one parking space was between them, but at a flash of red break lights he stopped. Settling into a park, he was not pouting thank you.

He just wanted to get to the bolt-hole, not sit here for whatever insane reason the Foreman decided they needed to stop. Crosshairs would not admit aloud that having the chance to rest was probably good. Letting the constant vibration sensations work out from his undercharge from the three day trip so far. The hidden mech let out a soundless vent, settling a bit more as he wondered what would be in the bolt-hole, if it was a Wrecker made one, or something Ironhide had made.

Distracted by this thoughts, and being alert for any human taking too much of an interest in his and Roadbuster's frames. Crosshairs only took in enough of the small human scuttling past them, small and young probably, not wanting to be stuck in the down poor long.

Roadbuster was paying more attention, even before the subtle attempt to tug on his passenger side door. It was firmly locked but he threw out an unseen scan of the human that kept walking. Watching with some interest, as there was a clear reaction from her as the girl paused by his prow, looking around and shivering not just from the rain.

Now that was not just strange, but something Roadbuster had noticed with a few other humans. Not all of them, but just enough that he had heard Ratchet muttering about it with Que. The Foreman hummed internally when the girl glanced back and around as she came close to the next car and tested the door in the same way, pause and pouted before continuing, scuttling over to a bus stop. It was an open one but there was still a tree beside it that the human took shelter under.

The human was not much, even less then what Roadbuster was used to as he did another scan. Ever so faintly the Foreman chuckled as the girl tensed again and looked around once more as if she can find where the weird feeling was coming from. Had he been in bot mode, Roadbuster would have tilted his head and started a scan from his visor, but his other sensors picked up the thin frame under the loose, purple colored over shirt. She was leaning back against the tree trunk, trying to stay dry.

The mech swept his scanners around, carefully inspecting what was around them and where humans were... it looked like there was a new build apartment complex. Most of the units were not finished but looked like it.

Roadbuster flashed his head and tail lights twice, making an audible clicking of the 'door locks.' It had Crosshairs attention coming to him, as well as the lanky teen. The girl peeking over, then around as she came alert. She was looking for the source of the 'beeper' that unlocked Roadbuster, while Crosshairs risked a small short range ping.

::What are ya doing?:: Crosshairs asked, puzzled as he watched the Foreman's bumper, fighting the urge, the want to get closer and press against the impala. He was craving contact again...

Crosshairs almost sat up on his tires, but he just remembered not to show emotions in his alternate form. It was a good thing as the human was edging back over. Only now did Crosshairs pay attention to her, eyeing the girl as she was coming back to Roadbuster's passenger side.

Don't you dare kid, keep moving... Crosshairs thought as he watched the young teen reaching out. Then confused as the door opened...? What the frag? Raodbuster would not let a human of all things in his frame, more so now.

Why was Roadbuster's energy field so smug? They were supposed to be hiding from humans not letting them inside!

The dark green impala was just sitting there, letting the human start to poke in the door and then lean in to look at the dash, than reach for something in the driver's seat. The Wrecker swung his passenger side door open wider and used it to smack the human, forcing the dark haired girl in and off balance before more cored like extensions in place of human style seatbelts. There was one, startled yelp that was heard before the girl was asked the rest of the way in and Roadbuster closed the door.

::What the frag mech? What are you doing?!:: Crosshairs demanded, finally rolling forwards to nudge Roadbuster's bumper with his own prow. What was going on? Why would this human sparkling be work the risk of being discovered? He could see the human struggling before being pulled down into the passenger seat, even if there was no sound the flailing could be seen though the tint, cops could be called...

Raodbuster rumbled in amusement, rolling back a few inches to press against the trooper, ::Come on mech. Got what I want. We can rest later.:: The Wrecker chuckled turning his wheels and pulling out back into the road. The hidden mech flashing his tail lights back at Crosshairs to get him moving while the wiggling teen was restrained fully.

There was several demanding pings from Crosshairs, hurrying to pull out and after. Not wanting to be left behind, and wanting to know what was happening.