Okay, I tried to write a similar story earlier, but I lost interest in it. Hopefully that doesn't ring true for this version.
Ion: Ne ne. This is going to be different, isn't it?
Sort of. But also not really.
Kicker: If she were any more vague...(shakes his head)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except Ion and Cooper. Transformers is owned by Hasbro.
STORY!
STARTO!
It was dark, floating through space. Kicker was used to it, living in strange places, but on a rocket, bound for a destination to a place he'd never even heard of? The tiny eight-year-old was just a little on edge.
He watched as the ship they were in descended onto the planet, hearing several voices whooping and cheering. Peering outside his room, he saw three teens chatting happily away. One was a tall blond, his hair spiking in several directions at once. Another was a very tan Hispanic boy, curly brown hair and a friendly grin. The last was a red-haired girl, smart-looking and lean.
"Hey Kicker!" He jumped when he realized the blond boy, Rad, was staring at him. He walked over and plucked the small brunette from the spot on the floor where he had been laying on his stomach. "What are you doing? You have run of the ship, don't hide in your room! We're about to land, so try not to be too scared of the Autobots. They're big, but they're also friendly." Rad said while letting the brunette boy squirm in his grasp. The Hispanic boy, Carlos, snorted while cuffing Rad on the back of the head.
"Why not just say they'll eat him?" Which caused the red-head, Alexis, to cuff Carlos on the head.
"Let's have something eat YOU, in that case." Rad and Kicker gave a short round of snickering, before Rad turned the tiny boy in his arms to face him.
"No matter what, Kicker, the Autobots are good. They want to help us, so don't forget that, okay?" Kicker nodded, and wiggled again, making Rad put him down. The sound of footsteps made him turn, and he brightened when he saw who it was.
"DAD!" The brunette cried, running towards his father and colliding with the man's legs. His dad laughed and reached down, ruffling the brown locks of hair. Wide doe brown eyes stared at him as the group began to walk towards the bridge, where an escalator of sorts was already set up to take them down to the surface of this new world. Kicker held fast to his dad's hand as they descended, staring at the skeletal buildings. His gaze rose to the sky, staring at a giant red face. He shuddered, clutching his father's arm tightly as the bottom of the steps got closer.
"Well, here we are, Kicker. This is Planet Cybertron." Kicker mouthed the word 'Cybertron', his lips working the word like a piece of food he'd never eaten before. Suddenly, loud banging approached them, and Kicker felt the urgent need to hide. His father set down his suitcase, and held his son's shoulders gently, making the boy look at him.
"It's okay, son. They're our friends. They're called Transformers, and they're here to protect us." Eyes that didn't even remotely look normal stared at them, bright and shiny, and scary. Kicker felt his stomach flip-flop as one of them stepped closer. They were big enough to squish both him and his dad.
"Dr. Jones. I hope your flight was pleasant?" The robot said, its gold eyes peering at them. Its voice was deep and soothing, but also stern and authorative. Dr. Jones nodded, and picked up his son, facing him towards the bot. It was giant, blue and red metal, with grey here and there, and it looked a lot scarier up close.
"This is my son, Kicker. Kicker, this is Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots." Kicker shook as he stared at Optimus, fear increasing every second those gold eyes were locked with his. Finally, his father put him down, and Kicker noticed Rad and the others a small ways away. He stood shakily, and darted towards them, landing on his rear when a giant hand put itself in front of his face. Optimus was holding his hand out to Kicker.
"Please be careful, youngling. The ground here has less traction than on Earth. You might end up sliding into a sewer drain if you aren't careful." The last part was an attempt at a joke, but Kicker didn't feel like laughing. Instead, he reared back his foot, and-
CLANG!
"AH!" Optimus clutched at his servo in surprise, staring at Kicker who was red-faced. The brunette darted away again, diving towards Rad and clutching at the older boy's waist. Dr. Jones laughed at the expression on Prime's face.
"Why do you think we named him 'Kicker' to begin with? He's a bit fiesty." The man laughed again as Optimus gave a sigh. "But he's a good kid. Just a bit too introverted. I'm sure that once he makes a few friends, he'll open up a lot."
Optimus stood, nodding. "Dr. Jones. If I may?" The man nodded. "You are needed in Sector four soon. Why don't I watch over Kicker and try to make peace with him?" Dr. Jones blinked.
"Kicker only kicks the ones he likes." The human said, grinning. Optimus took a moment to review that statement, before sighing again while placing his hand on his face. Humans were far too difficult to understand, he decided. Rad came strolling up to him as Dr. Jones took off.
"You said you'd watch him?" At the bot's nod, Rad jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Then you might want to go find him. He just took off out of nowhere." Optimus began to panic.
"KICKER!"
Opimus was only a few yards away from the boy, who had been leading him on in a chase for almost an hour. It consisted of hiding spots, turned-over bins, and several distractions, before they ended up in the trash zone. It was full of broken conducts, sharp metal pieces, and various other dangers, so when Optimus walked in throught the doors Kicker had opened he felt his supposedly eternal patience wear thin.
"Kicker?" A small noise, like things being moved. "I'm a bit old to be playing Hide-and-Seek, Kicker. And besides this area is off limits! So, if you know what's good for you, show yourself right now!" He used his authorative tone, hoping that the human would comply and return to him. He walked out to the cliff, over-looking the wasteland of junk. Too many broken things Kicker could be hurt by. "I just hope he isn't lost." He called again.
"Kicker! KICKER!" This time, he got a reply.
"GO AWAY!" He pin-pointed the location of the sound, and saw Kicker curled up in a little ball. "I hate you bots!" The boy spat. "I hate every last one of you!" Optimus froze mid-stride towards the boy, who was shaking. His spark ebbed with a small pity for the scared child.
"Kicker..." The sound of his voice startled the human boy, who turned and pressed himself backwards into the junk alcove. "Get away from me!" The junk gave way, and Optimus felt his panic surge again as Kicker disappeared from sight with a scream. He moved to dig the boy out, when a signal went off.
'It can't be.' Optimus thought.
Meanwhile, Kicker wasn't sure whether he'd faint from the twisting, turning, swirling ride down the chute he fell into, or if he'd hurl first. Finally, the chute opened up - to a giant black nothingness. Kicker screeched as he plummeted, closing his eyes and wishing someone would help him. A strange noise made his eyes open, and he saw what looked like ropes of blue light zooming towards him, wrapping around his joints and holding him suspended in the air. He hung there for a few seconds, confused but thankful.
"What happened?" The light that appeared in front of him startled the boy, but not as much as when it began to speak.
'So, you are the one who discovered me...' The voice was deep, but also calming, and almost sounded like more than one person was talking.
Kicker tried not to flip out as he spoke. "Who are you?" Instead of an answer, he was suddenly zapped with energy that, without causing him pain, flooded over him and made him panic.
'I find you humans interesting creatures, and I'm curious as to what energy source you rely on.' A door opened up and in stepped Optimus, who went rigid at the sight of the ball of light.
"Kicker!" His sight went to the boy, who was staring entranced at the light. "What's going on here?" Suddenly, a voice sounded out beside his foot.
"That's what I want to know." Optimus looked down to see a girl, brunette, standing by his side. She had on a tunic decorated with upside-down hearts on the hem, and sleeves in the same style. A red sash covered in decorations looped around her waist. Her feet were bare, but she paid no heed to it as she strolled forward and addressed the light. "Primus, you need to release the boy. He needs to rest." The light complied, and Kicker was lowered into the girl's arms.
"W-Who are you? What just happened?" He began to struggle, but went limp when the girl held her hand to his face and it glowed. His eyes drooped, then shut as he fell asleep. She rocked him few times, glaring as the light faded from view, and turned to hand the boy back to Optimus. She smirked up at him.
"It's been a while, hasn't it Prime?" He stared at her gold eyes, filled with wisdom and spunk.
"It has...Ion." Several minutes later, Kicker woke up and began to cry. Optimus gently rocking his hand from side to side, watching as the boy quieted down. "Kicker, how are you feeling?"
The boy sniffled, staring at the bot with watery eyes. " Ah'm sowwy that I ran away, Optimus. I-I'm sowwy..." Optimus would've smiled, but settled on gently stroking the top of Kicker's head.
"I know Kicker. But you don't have to run away, Kicker. And do you know why?" The boy shook his head. "Because from now on I'm going to protect you." Ion jumped onto the Prime's shoulder, grinning at Kicker.
"And me as well. Name's Ion, kid, and from now on I'm your guardian prankster." Kicker blinked.
"Isn't it guardian angel?" He stressed. Optimus and Ion shared a look.
"With her, it's definitely more prankster." Optimus said, and Kicker had the vague notion that the giant bot had just rolled his eyes. He giggled at the thought, then clung fast to the bots hand as he began to stroll out of the junk yard and back into the city. "You see Kicker, Ion is a creation of Primus."
Kicker frowned. "You mean that bright light back there?" Ion snapped her fingers and pointed at him.
"Bingo! For whatever reason, Primus decided to meet with you, and it means you have been gifted enough to look upon the very source of Cybertronian life. Lucky!" Kicker faced forward, his frown deepening. He sure didn't feel lucky. Rad was probably worried about him now, if Optimus chased after him. And his dad! What would he think?
"Optimus..." The prime looked down at Kicker, who dragged his fingers over the uneven plates of the mech's finger. "Is my dad mad at me?" Optimus stopped with a frown.
"Kicker..." That tone usually meant yes. "He wasn't even aware that you had gone. Rad pointed out the fact that you ran off." What? Kicker twisted around to face Optimus.
"You mean he wasn't paying attention at all?" Optimus was surprised at Kicker's tone. It almost sounded...hurt?
"Kicker." Ion leapt down from her perch. She wrapped herself around Kicker, smiling as she felt the energy from Primus ebbing out to react with her presence. Whatever it had done to the kid, Primus had given Kicker quite the power.
"Don't pout, my little star-gazer. If he doesn't know, he won't get mad, will he?" Kicker looked away from her searching eyes. "Exactly. Now, why don't we go scare the other bots with the news of my triumphant return? I bet HotShot will freak when he sees me."
Kicker managed to smile.
[A[B[C[D[E]F]G]H]
Dr. Jones bowed respectfully to Optimus, holding onto Kicker as the group prepared to depart. Ion, who floated above them via her powers of electromagnetic energy control, smiled as she hovered towards the brunette.
"So, do you still hate Autobots?" Dr. Jones looked worried as Kicker thought about his answer.
"Yes." She nearly lost it laughing when there were several noises of surprise rose from the crowd around them. "I just hate Optimus less than the others." He said, turning his nose up and turning his head away. Ion did lose it, spinning dementedly while cackling. Dr. Jones smiled exasperatedly as his son walked up to Optimus. "I'll miss you."
Optimus leaned down, patting the boy's head with a single finger. "I know. But we will meet again on Earth. I promise." Kicker nodded, then let his foot bump into the metallic knuckle. "You better." Ion smirked as HotShot came up to her, snatching her out of the air.
"You're going to Earth. Why didn't you say anything before?" Ion shrugged, stretching her arms above her head.
"You know I hate good-byes. I just pretend that I'm going to take a vacation from hanging out with you guys." She replied. HotShot smirked, and was about to respond, when Kicker yelped clutching his head. Ion's head twisted like an owl's, and she actually shivered when Kicker's hair glowed yellow and the boy took off towards a pile of rubble nearby. He began to pull rocks away, not stopping even when his father called to him. Ion motioned to a couple of Constructicons.
"Start digging over there." When one tried to question her, a fireball appeared in her hand. "Do you want to be barbaqued robot?" They complied and after a few moments of digging straight into the ground, and a glow as beautiful as a sunrise on Earth rose up. Kicker and the bots backed away in shock, as they realized what they were looking at.
"Energon..." Ion muttered, staring at Optimus, who was in turn staring at Kicker. 'This might be worth sticking around for.'
READ AND REVIEW! Okay, not really a new story, but I felt the rge to give it another try.