Heartbreak Mentality
Author: Sakura123
Genre: Drama/Friendship/Adventure
Rating: T
Timeline: Post-Mission City Battle
Keywords: A Boy and his Car; Hunter
Written: 7/15/07
Finished: Undetermined
Characters: Original Character; Sam Witwicky; Mikaela Banes; The Autobots and Deceptions
Summary: Owen Armstrong was known as an agoraphobic, blessed with the good fortune of owning a 1967 Shelby Cobra. When it goes missing, he becomes an unwilling player in the game of cat and mouse between Decepticon Hunters and Autobots in hiding.
Disclaimer: Transformers, and all things related to the franchise, are property of its many respected owners. "Stay (Wasting Time)" is property of Dave Matthews Band. All rights Reserved. Original characters and storyline are property of the Author, all rights reserved.
Authors Note (7/15/07): This is the second and last of my Transformers Movieverse stories. I attempted to make it a ONE-SHOT, but it refused to be such and thus I have a rahter lengthy story. Its' pretty long and despite what you may think, was not rushed in anyway. This is how the story came to me. This one focuses more on an OC character with a name taken from a novel written by Sarah Dessen. Another thing I should note is that I have not had the chance to read the prequel comic beyond a summary (which honestly cleared up a lot of things for me). I'm assuming that the movie takes place in the year 2007 and that Bumblebee and the Deceptions have been on earth for a total of five years searching for the All Spark if they arrived in 2003. I am also unsure of which state Sam Witwicky resides (Nevada or Arizona?). Nevertheless I hope you enjoy it. As always, no flames (don't like it, leave immediately), constructive criticism only.
Prologue: Accidents Happen
(March 6, 2006; Nevada Desert):
Thunder roared overhead the Nevada desert highway, rain fell hard against the mangled frame of an upside vehicle unlucky enough to become a victim of 'road rage'. Barricade bore down at his comrade's handiwork with indifference. Bonecrusher had not used his usual amount lethal force and thus the pitiful creature inside had survived, just barely. The fleshbag's screams had filled his receptors, nearly drowning out the rain drumming against his armor. It had fallen silent when Barricade had decided to inspect him, with every intention of doing the silencing himself. The mangled fleshbag nearly choked on his own tongue at the sight of him and proceeded into unconsciousness when Barricade poked him with his clawed finger. "Why did you attack the vehicle? Blackout had it taken care of," Barricade said. It wasn't that the Decepticon cared, quite the contrary, but the less attention they brought to themselves the better. Bonecrusher shrugged giving the car a kick. "It was in my way. The car hindered me, and in turn, allowed the protoforms to escape us," Bonecrusher hissed raising a foot. He planned to end the life of the human being completely; Barricade caught his leg on the way down and shoved him back. "Leave the fleshbag. According to Frenzy, its demise should be in a timeframe of five minutes," The Decepticon growled.
Bonecrusher reserved the urge to pull Barricade's arms from his sockets, he leaned forward into the face of his 'comrade' and growled. "I should care, because? Do not deny me the pleasure of killing these pitiful creatures, lest you wish to become my enemy," Bonecrusher snarled. Barricade did not bother to answer the transformer's threat; instead, he reverted to his vehicle mode. Bonecrusher continued to glare down at the tattered vehicle until Blackout flew overhead of him and dropped Frenzy off. The tiny machine shook his fist angrily at the car before scrambling over to Barricade's open door. Bonecrusher cast a wary glance upon the wet desert terrain, his eyes focused on the upturned earth still smoking from the crash landing protoforms. They had received news from Starscream that two more meteorites were approaching the area Barricade and Bonecrusher were patrolling, and that they were possible Decepticons.
However, given the protoforms hasty retreat upon their discovery, the Decepticons were now sure they were no ally of theirs. More Autobots had landed on earth, most likely to aid in the search for the All Spark as well. While one Autobot worked to their advantage, three was not a number they anticipated nor welcomed. He prayed to their lost leader, Megatron that their intelligence mainframes were scrambled beyond repair. Perhaps the human faction, Sector 7, would make short work of them if they ever crossed paths. "Bonecrusher, we're leaving," Barricade announced sharply. Bonecrusher transformed back into the Buffalo mine protected vehicle and followed Barricade down the stretch of road, while Blackout headed back the military base he took up as a hiding place.
Elsewhere, the two protoforms found themselves crouching in a ditch, monitoring the activity of the retreating Decepticons. "We've got to get a new travel agent," One muttered dryly. The smallest transformer ignored her friend's comment as she let out a sigh of relief. The Decepticons had almost captured them, and it was a strange and terrible blessing that there was something in Bonecrusher's way. "We should go now. I swear to Primus himself, I'm beginning to rust and we need to find the appropriate disguises if we're to help my commander," She said. The largest protoform made no move to follow his retreating comrade, his blue optics focused entirely on the body hanging upside down in the mangled vehicle. "Bumblebee can take of himself for a while. What about the human?"
The smallest protoform gave her comrade an undeserved whack on the head. "Didn't you hear Barricade? He has not got long to live. His vitals are dangerously low, not mention lost quite a lot of fluid. He will not last night," The second protoform, responded harshly, hoping reason would overtake her friend's overly sympathetic spark.
"If Ratchet were here, he'd help this human," The largest protoform argued, rubbing his throbbing head.
"If Ratchet were here, he'd tell the you same thing I just did!" She proclaimed. Her friend looked away, clenching his fists; a sure sign that he was about to do something foolish. The smallest protoform's eyes softened. "Please, friend. Now's not the time to be making hot headed decisions!" She tugged on her comrade's arm in order to further her point. The protoform sighed in dismay, as much as he knew his friend was right, he could not bring himself to leave the human dying in the middle of nowhere. Doomed to die or not, he deserved better. "All right, all right, we'll leave," He said, resigned.
"Thank you R--"
"But, as soon as we find the appropriate disguises, we're coming back. I can't leave him out here."
"But --- he'll be dead by then! No course of action will fix his fate,"
A look of determination crossed the Autobot's face. "Maybe not, but I can't just leave him there. Could you?"
The smallest protoform nearly blurted 'yes' but thought better against it.
(TBC)
