A/N: Eeek I spent so much time trying to develop this idea. I had so many versions of this chapter, but I decided to go along with this one. Submitting this to see how it plays out. I hope you guys enjoy! Don't forget to review and tell me what you think! This is just a test chapter to see how well people take it!
The little pod-like device drifted through space soundlessly, the contents inside heavily protected by the thick metal surrounding it. There were a few lights on the outside, some green and a few red. There were several noticeable dents in the metal, a few scorch marks around the bottom, and what appeared to be a large metallic sword sticking out of the end. A few drops of a strange liquid dripped out of the area where the sword had punctured the metal, leaving behind a trail of liquid. Despite all of the damage, however, whatever was inside still appeared to be well protected and alive. The pod shook and let out a small cry as it was pulled in to Earth's atmosphere, quieting down once heat and pressure was applied to the object. It continued plummeting down to Earth without another sound.
"Mommy, I'm going to go play out in the field with Molly!" a high-pitched, childish voice called from outside. Inside, the Samantha Weaver smiled as she heard her daughter's voice. She did not respond right away, knowing that her daughter would come running inside when she did not answer. A few seconds later, a small girl came stomping in to the house. The girl was wearing a plain red dress with three decorative buttons sewn down the front with matching red shoes. Her hair was a light brownish color, tied back in to a ponytail with a white ribbon. Her brown eyes matched her hair, sparkling with annoyance as she rushed towards her mother. She stopped in the doorway towards the kitchen, putting her hands on her hips and staring at her mother.
"Mommy, I told you I wanted to go play with Molly! Why didn't you answer!" the six-year old pouted, holding up "Molly", her red-headed plush doll. It wore a dress similar to hers, except it was muddy and torn in a few places. The fabric on the doll looked well loved. Samantha smiled at her daughter, putting down the knife she was holding and crouching down. She stopped when her face met her daughters and pulled the girl in to a small hug.
"I'm sorry Abby, I was only teasing. I wanted to see your annoyed face before you went off to play" she said, letting go of Abby and allowing her to run off. Abby turned a little pink before running off again, slightly embarrassed. She was not much for showing her feelings, finding it hard and embarrassing. She stomped down the wooden steps of their small house and dashed out in to the grassy field. The thing Abby loved most about the field was the beautiful flowers that sprung up all around during spring. There was an assortment of colors, causing the field to look like a rainbow sometimes. Abby ran through the tall grass, avoiding as many flowers as possible. She did not want to crush any.
"All right, here we are!" Abby said, sitting down in a particular patch of grass. She set Molly down on the ground, turning around to look inside her backpack. She was so absorbed with what she was doing she did not notice the object that was approaching the area. Abby turned around just in time to see a metal object fly over here and slam in to the ground not too far from her. It tore up the ground, kicking up dirt behind it. Abby shrieked, running away as dirt covered her whole body. Her once clean red dress was now brown with dirt, with a few patches of red visible here and there. She looked back, shocked and terrified, at the large object that had magically fallen from the sky. She could not tell what it was.
The object began to shake, a large crack appearing down the middle. Strange noises could be heard, like whirring and clicking. The crack began to form patterns across the metal, causing it to shift and fold inward. Abby watched, unable to comprehend what was going on, as the metal folded until all that was left was a small metal ball. Underneath it was the recognizable form of her Molly doll.
"Molly!" she squealed, running up to rescue her squished doll. She completely forgot about the situation at hand, only remembering when the ball suddenly burst open. Abby shrieked again, about to run off, when she noticed something inside. Inside the ball laid a small robotic creature, its optics blue and open. It stared at her, letting out a wail. Molly lay forgotten on the floor as the child reached out for the robot and picked it up, cradling it like a baby. The robot suddenly stopped, staring at her curiously. Abby's eys sparkled with happiness, picturing the robot in her arms as a baby.
"You're so cute like a baby! I'm gonna be your mommy now!" Abby almost squealed, delighted with her newfound plaything. She was so happy that she almost forgot about her Molly, who she went to pick up before heading back home. She skipped back; unaware of the little robot that was studying her in her arms. He chirped happily, relieved that he finally had someone to be with. He had been a lone for a very long time.
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"
Abby groaned, cracking one eye open as the loud annoying sound reached her ears. The source of the noise was none other than her alarm clock from hell, which had the tendency to go off earlier then it was supposed to be. After another minute of the dreadful sound, Abby finally cracked and forced herself in to a sitting position. With an annoyed sigh, she curled her hand up in to a fist and slammed it down on the machine, silencing it. She yawned and then stretched, letting her guard down. Within that second of weakness, something slammed in to her and sent her back down on the bed. If she had not been aware of the other currently residing in her apartment, she probably would have screamed.
"Mommy!" the little bot squealed in delight, his robotic arms wrapped around her in a bear hug. He stared at Abby with wide blue optics, unaware of the fact that she was tired. His black armor reflected the light that dared to peek through the blinds, causing her to squint. Nevertheless, Abby laughed and hugged him back gently.
"Hey there Oneshot. You're in a good mood today boy" Abby said, gently prying the little bot off of her so that she could climb out of bed. Oneshot bounced on the bed excitedly, causing the bedframe to squeak in protest.
"Of course I am! Mommy is going to get that awesome new job today! Nobody can say no to you! You're amazing!" Oneshot squealed, finally hopping off the abused bed. He stood up to full height beside Abby, reaching up to her waist. Abby had observed that his growth was much slower than that of a human being. It did not bother her much though, since she enjoyed his childish behavior as much as it annoyed her.
"Haha Oneshot, I'm not perfect" she said with a laugh. As if to prove her point, she smacked right in to the door that she had momentarily forgot was there and stumbled backwards. It took her a few seconds to wrap her head around what had just happened, and to process the noise behind her. Oneshot was laughing at her silliness as he walked over to get the door for her.
"Point proven" he said, running out before she could get her hands on him. He disappeared in to his own room, leaving the dazed human alone to her own thoughts. With a sigh, she closed the door again and focused on preparing herself. Today's interview was very important to her.
While his mother prepared herself, Oneshot decided to play around for a little bit inside of his room. His room was filled with all sorts of devices, allowing him to scan and transform in to whatever he decided for the day. Some days he would become a laptop and others a game system. Either way, Oneshot could never really decide what he wanted to be permanently before his next upgrade. He and Abby had discovered together that in order to allow comfortable growing, he needed to switch out frames every few years. The first time had been a disaster, especially since Abby had no idea what to do at the time. Now, however, she knew all about his workings. It was kind of embarrassing to think about, but Oneshot never really did think about it.
Oneshot looked around his room, his optics focusing on the pictures that he had nailed to the wall himself. He smiled as he observed each one, ranging from his early days to about a year ago. His favorite one had to be the first time she had tried to feed him human food, which had ended in disaster. Nowadays he drank human fuel, though that did not really agree with his system either.
"Time for the Chu-chu train!" the six-year old version of Abby cooed, holding a spoon full of mashed potatoes. The little robotic baby stared at it, unsure of what it was. After a few seconds, he decided that he was meant to eat it. Abby shoved the spoon in to his mouth when he opened it, excited to be feeding him. She did own a doll that ate fake food, but it just was not the same. A few seconds later, the poor bot began shaking and spit back up the mashed potatoes, causing them to land in her hair. Abby jumped back before crying, followed by the bot wailing. Their crying led to her mother bursting in, only to scream when she saw the little robot wailing his head off.
Oneshot chuckled at the memory, remembering how hard Abby had tried to convince her mother to let her keep him. In the end her mother had given in, as long as she promised to take care of him and not toss him away like she did with old toys.
"Oneshot, you ready to go? Or do you want to stay home today?" Abby's voice rang from outside the room, snapping Oneshot out of his thoughts. Glancing back one more time at the wall of pictures, he dashed outside the room to give her another one of his bear hugs. He transformed in to a laptop, allowing her to pick him up and set her in his bag.
"So you can build brand new frames for me, but you can't fix up this piece of crap?" Oneshot asked, earning himself a soft slap to the face. Abby was against him using that kind of language, even if it was not really all that bad. Though she knew he was right as she stared at the truck in front of them. She could not recall what model it was, only knowing that it was a bright red truck with a lot of rust. Dirt covered most of the red, causing it to look browner than anything else. The tires were worn and rugged, appearing as though a lion had decided to play with them. In all, her truck really was a piece of crap.
"Oh hush it's not that bad. It's a fixer-upper" she proclaimed as she set Oneshot down gently in the backseat. The little bot transformed, assuming his usual robot form and fastening the seatbelt around him. He never understood why she had him do this, especially since he was made of metal. However, he knew not to question his mother's authority. It usually got him in to trouble.
"Of course mother. By the way it might be time to start working on a new frame. This is starting to get uncomfortably tight" Oneshot said thoughtfully, glancing down at his shiny black armor. It had a few dents here and there, but it was in relatively good condition. The only problem was the size.
"About that… Oneshot I don't think I can afford to buy the necessary materials right now. Even if I do get this job, it will take time to get the money. You might have to bear with that for a little longer than normal" Abby said hesitantly, biting down on her lip. She hated to be the bearer of bad news, especially to the one she considered her child. However, she felt even worse when she lied to him. She sighed, focusing on the road ahead of them as they began to pass through in to the city. Oneshot looked at the window, feeling about as sad as his mother did. He hated making her worry about him like she did.
The truck entered the city smoothly, merging in with the traffic unnoticed. They passed by a large device on a metal pole, unknowingly to them an energon detector. As soon as they came within range, the lights turned red and it transmitted the coordinated across the city. The information arrived at the "Health and Human services building".
"Sir, one of the new energon detectors has picked up something across the city" a soldier sitting in front of a large computer said, turning around to face his superior. Said superior in question was none other than Captain Lennox, a tall Caucasian man with a frown etched in to his face. He studied the computer without saying anything for a moment before gesturing for Epps, a shorter but still tall African American man, to follow him.
"Looks like one of those new energon detectors picked something up already" Lennox said as the two men walked down the stairs with a purpose. Epps stared at him, taking in the information slowly.
"Well damn, does that mean we might have had a sneaky Decepticon rolling around unchecked?" Epps commented as the two approached a line of cars. The cars were all dented in at least one place, though a few of them still had that new car shine to them.
"Prime, one of those new detectors you guys supplied to us caught something sneaking in to the city" Lennox said, addressing one of the vehicles. The vehicle in question was a massive blue Peterbuilt with red flames decorating the sides. The windows were tinted slightly and the engine was on, though you could only hear it if everything was completely silent. The two men stared at the truck, looking like complete idiots for a few seconds. Finally there was a small clicking noise, followed by the sound of mechanical whirring. Standing before them was the massive form of Optimus Prime, the leader of the autobots. He crouched down to their height, not wanting to feel superior to the two humans. In his mind, no sentient being was superior over anyone else.
"Understood, how many were detected?" Optimus rumbled, his voice filled with authority. This did not faze the two men, however, since they had spoken with him many times. Instead, Lennox just stared back at Optimus without looking away from his optics.
"Only one, though there might be more. Thought it'd be best to take a small team to investigate and nothing more" Lennox said, looking over at the cars visible from behind Optimus. The autobot rumbled in agreement before his optics faded, as if he were tuned in to something else. This was entirely true, as he was quietly selecting autobots to head out with Lennox's team. A few seconds later, a corvette stingray followed by a black Topkick pulled up beside Prime. Optimus's optics brightened once more after a few seconds before he rose to his feet again. He nodded at the two vehicles before transforming back in to a Peterbilt again.
"All right Ironhide, what do you say to kicking some Decepticon ass?" Epps said, causing the black mech to rumble in approval. The Topkick swung his passenger door open, hesitant about letting humans take control. Lennox looked at the Corvette, who only opened his passenger door.
"No speeding this time Sideswipe. We need to be quiet about this. This goes to you too Ironhide" Lennox warned, pressing his luck with the two autobots. One was impatient and loved to speed while the other seemed to live for kicking Decepticon ass without a care in the world. It was a horrible combination for their mission, but it would have to do.
"It would be much easier just to smash the Decepticreep instead of sneaking around" Ironhide commented as they prepared to leave. Lennox and Epps were being given small weapons because of the nature of their mission.
"We could do it quickly and be out of there before your human authorities even got there!" Sideswipe agreed, revving his engine to prove his capability.
"No no we don't even know if it is a Decepticon or not. The computer did not recognize the signature. Besides, we already tore up Mission city. The government will have my ass if we break out in to a fight in broad daylight" Lennox commented, grinning despite himself. The two Autobots sighed, a little disappointed, before taking off down the road. Ironhide took the lead, not allowing sideswipe to go over the speed limit.
Unaware of the current situation, Abby pulled up slowly in to the parking lot of a tall building. Oneshot watched as she picked up her things, trying to look as professional as possible. She looked back at Oneshot with a smile.
"Be a good boy, I'll be back in a bit. Don't do anything stupid all right?" she teased, earning an annoyed groan from Oneshot. It annoyed him whenever he teased her. She merely laughed before patting his head and climbing out, slamming and locking the door behind her. As soon as she did, the whole truck shook violently for a moment before stabilizing again.
"Nice truck mom" Oneshot muttered under his breath, watching as she headed towards the building. He really hoped she would get the job. Stretching out across the backseat, Oneshot took this opportunity to rest for a bit. He hoped for good news to be delivered when he woke up. With a small sigh, he closed his optics and went in to recharge.
A/N: Jeez this was actually a bit difficult to write about. I'm usually more prone to write about Decepticons, so doing the Autobots and their human friends was a challenge. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think! I would love to see what you guys think of my take on the Autobots in this chapter so I can fix any mistakes and or adapt my writing style!