Author notes: Fearing for my life and at a lack of anything better to do, I have begun the sequel to More Than Meets the Eye! Enjoy!
Ratchet had been doing his best to fix a very mangled and battle damaged Jazz, unfortunately human vehicles were not the easiest to understand, not even for the highly trained medical officer. Beneath his large fingers the small wires were often hard to hold onto and even harder to connect in the right spots. He let out a sigh and sat back and stared at his friend, his entire body would need to be reworked and a new paint job would have to be applied. He had however been successful in reattaching Jazz's lower and top half back together but that had been the easy part. Sighing again and looking back over to his friend he made up his mind he would have to look for help in the repairs, human help. He decided to do a World Wide Web search of recommended mechanics, the results came up and the first one was Audrey's Auto's, she was highly recommended and had a very good history on working on cars despite her young age. For a moment the medic paused and thought, perhaps it was better to enlist the help of the army in the repairs instead of the help of a woman whom he had never met, but then again if the Decepticons wanted information on the Autobots and current activities of late the information might be easily obtained. After all they had easily hacked the military's computers and had easily obtained the information they needed before. Perhaps hiring a human that was uninvolved in the whole process would lead to the least likely of information leaks. He had made up his mind; he would enlist the help of this human female.
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"So, we already got a hit." a woman of dark completion sighed as she looked at her web page.
Her clothes were covered in grease and she held a blow torch in one gloved hand and navigated the computer with the other. She slipped her visor back on and turned back to the vehicle she had been taking apart.
She quickly finished off her work on the now dismantled car and walked back over to the computer; wiping her dirtied hands on the front of her oversized coveralls she sat down and took a closer look at what exactly she would be doing with said vehicle.
"Vehicle need's extensive body work, new paint job and engine repair..." after reading the work that needed to be done she whistled in amazement. "They should just scrap the hunk of junk..." she then muttered and looked at where she would be picking the thing up and then scoffed. "Abandoned warehouse on Fifth street...yeah if I had to have that much work done on me I'd be in an abandoned warehouse too..." she said with a laugh and then turned the screen off and looked over to her old rundown pickup truck, hoping that all the equipment she would be needing could fit in it.
The truck looked as though it had been through Armageddon and back, but it still worked, and well; she figured until it decided to die or she could do no more to fix it she would use it until the end of it's days.
Packing up her equipment from around the rundown garage she worked in and owned she decided it would be best to clean up and head to bed early; she planned on getting an early start on the hunk of junk car she would be working on probably for the rest of her life. She sighed as she took one last look at her garage before turning off the lights and heading inside.
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Miley had been fuming about what Mikaela had said about her and Bumblebee's 'engine' for the past week. Every time she would look over to Mikaela and Sam they would always be whispering and giggling in secret about something. She turned back to the lovely view that the outlook provided and let out an annoyed sigh. Bumblebee noticed her annoyance out of the corner of his eye and he decided to see if there was something he could do to ease her anger.
'Is there anything that you want? Is there anything I can do?' His radio sang out and she turned to him and sighed.
"I want you to run over Sam and Mikaela..." she said evilly as she shot a glare over to the couple but they failed to catch it.
He let out what seemed to be a chuckle but she couldn't tell and she huffed and looked away from him. They would get their's, they had better be watching their backs because Miley was on the loose and no one could get away from her wrath...except for her little brother, he got away, but only because he would tell mom and then she'd be grounded. Sighing she looked over to where the older Autobots usually hung out only to notice that Ratchet's usual spot was unoccupied, it had been two weeks since the war had ended and the Medic of the team had begun to repair their fallen comrade and she began to wonder if the Autobot Jazz would ever be fixed but she knew that would take time.
She let out a sudden yawn and leaned back rested her head against the cool plating of Bumblebee's leg smiling as she heard the bots engine purr softly.
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Ratchet sighed and looked back over to his friend, the human female would be there in the morning and he wondered if the bot would understand why he needed this human's help. Jazz was conscious but was in no condition at all to move even the slightest bit or even talk and the medic wondered just how well his friend would take to being worked on by a human. Jazz had always had an aloof attitude towards humans and probably wouldn't take kindly to have a human let alone a female be in charge of him, but he would have to deal with it if he didn't want to be scrap metal forever.
He had already given his friend low down on the whole rules of this operation, no moving, no making noises with his engine, no mysteriously turning on of the radio and playing music. He knew that he really didn't need to tell him this but just in case Jazz got a little agitated. Sighing he turned from his friend and bayed him fare well for the night and left the abandoned warehouse and Jazz and headed for the out look.
Jazz was left by his lonesome to ponder the various thoughts that had been plaguing his mind of late. Such thoughts of the battle for the Allspark and humankind, which led to the thoughts of when he had faced off against Megatron. He knew it was a losing battle for himself, the other bot was almost three times his size and twice as nasty; finally this thought led to the memory of the bot getting a hold of him and the terrible memory of getting torn in half. He had never known such pain in his life, he wasn't even sure that this pain even existed until that day. He felt his body shudder at the thought of it and he began to wonder if he'd ever be the same in battle again...he had to, for the sake of the Autobots and the humans.
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Audrey stepped out of the shower and her Jack Russell Terrier ran wildly around at her feet, bouncing up and down as she walked into her room, he jumped up on the bed and barked at her as she dressed in her pajamas. She scolded him for barking and he looked at her in shame only to be causing just as much as fuss a minute later.
"Shush!" she told him with a glare and he let out a whimper and laid down on the comforter and looked at her guiltily. She nodded at him and then turned back to her mirror and picked up her hair brush and began to run it through her dark brown almost black locks. After a few good strokes and tugs she was satisfied with her wild hair and put it up in a messy pony tail. She never bothered to make herself look beautiful because she had a tendency to just get dirty before she ever had any real time to show off her beauty, and she never did any of the things that many girls did before they went to bed such as brush her hair religiously or apply over night facial cream that supposedly made your pores smaller and made you look ten years younger.
She walked out into the kitchen and took out a carton of ice-cream and sat down at the kitchen table that also doubled as a work area and turned on the television. She watched as a news reporter talked to a teenaged boy about a supposed sighting of an alien robot. She scoffed and then pulled out a large scoop from the carton and put it in her mouth. She rolled her eyes at the boy and wondered why they would even bother interviewing a guy who said he had seen alien robots.
After finishing close to half of the ice-cream in the carton she shut off the TV and put her spoon in the sink that still needed to be cleaned and cleared of dirty dishes and head back to her room.
Francis was already asleep on the bottom half of the bed and Audrey sighed at him and then crawled into bed as well and turned off the light on her nightstand. Pulling the covers up over herself she sighed and tried her best not to think about the mangled car she was going to start working on first thing the next day.