Hello! I have come with the second chapter and I must say I have very pleased with the reception to my first chapter! :D Please continue to R&R, it makes the plot bunnies happy. :3
Disclaimer: I have never and will never own Transformers….. I do own Shawn though *Nabs the mechanic bishie*
Summery: ShawnConners thought himself to be a normal human being. Nice job as a Auto body mechanic while doing a nonsensical hobby of inventing things. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened around him unless one of his experiments happened to explode. That all changed when he got a strange call from his childhood friend Sam Witwicky.
"Blah" - Normal speech
"blah" - cybertronian
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Shawn was terrified. Actually he had past terrified when an evil Alien robot stood over him, demanding his best friend give the power to destroy the earth to him. Shawn was heavily frightened and disgruntled. When his rollerblades had beeped at him, the Autobots seemed to have seized in shock, leaving him to deal with the mini-bots currently adorning his form alone. After the small robots had beeped, they had proceeded to make themselves comfortable on him. One was currently making itself a nest in his hair and the other had curled his open hoody around its body.
Slowly sitting up, Shawn tried to not move the bots on him, lest the decide to attack him. Getting to his feet, he managed to cradle the bot on his chest with his hands, stopping it from falling to the ground. Walking to Sam, who was closest to him, he gave the teenager his best death glare. " Get them off. Now. Before they decide I'm not comfortable anymore."
This seemed to get the Autobots moving, as the hummer walked quickly to him. "Kid, let me see those mini-bots of yours." Shawn snorted, " I will gladly let you, just get 'em off." The Robot kneeled quickly and lightly touched the bot on his head. The small being seemed to tense and its arm quickly shifted into a mini cannon that looked remarkably like the Topkick's. It let out a beeping hiss that the large bot seemed to understand.
"Back off! I'll shoot you before you can hurt our Creator!"
Ratchet quickly backed up causing Shawn to death glare him. " What are you waiting for?! An invitation?! Take them off before they shoot!" As the robot backed up, the small being on his head seemed to relax and lowered its arm, but it kept its cannon shape.
" I'm afraid I cannot do that." Shawn growled, " What?! Why not?! It could shoot me!"
Ratchet seemed to laugh at him, causing Shawn to frown more. The little bot on his chest caught the look and seemed to glare at the Bot as well. " Well you see, they seem very adamant at staying where they are. Apparently, they believe you to be their creator." There was a pause in the area as Shawn raised an eyebrow at the machine. " And that means……. What?" The bot released a burst of air from his vents, a robot sigh. " I believe the human term would be parent." Another pause.
" WHAT?!!!" The small Bots in Shawn's possession jumped at the loud yell from him. "Just how in the world does that work?!" A crowd had gathered around them, some grinning, some just curious, and the little bots on Shawn weren't taking it well. They had become tense and had their little arms primed to shoot. " I'm no expert but I would guess that you had, in some way, a hand in creating their current form. Am I right?" Shawn glowered. " Well of course I did, who did you think put the tiny motors and paint job on them? Megatron?" A couple of humans in the crowd laughed.
" Well obviously they took that involvement to heart. And will you all back up before they kill somebody?!" The last half was directed at the growing crowd, drawing attention to the small cannons directed at them. The mob quickly dispersed. Shawn inspected the small bot in his hoody, its small innocent looking purple optics failing miserably to remain so when put next to the tiny cannon arms. It looked very frail with its skinny limbs and body. Both looked eerily similar but with small key differences. Their backs were adorned with 2 of the 4 rollerblade wheels, reminiscent of the yellow bot's door wings. The other two were on the mini-bot's heels, like the popular heelie shoes floating around. The buckles that had adorned the front of the blades now acted as armour on the mini-bot's outer thighs, chest and back between the wheel wings. The plastic, now metal, outer shell now acted as the rest of the small bot's armour on its shoulders, head, waist, legs, and feet. Their heads had small headphone protrusions on them, like a slimmer and sleeker design of Primes. That's where the similarities ended. The one on his head had a dark blue visor designed on its face reminiscent of the solstice's while the one on his chest didn't. Both had a navy blue and silver paint scheme but they seemed to have reversed the design to each other. The one on his head had blue wheels and buckles with silver armour and the one on his chest had silver wheels and buckles, and blue armour.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Shawn looked desperately at the large robots around him. "It's not like I'm an expert at Alien relations and care 101!" The hummer rubbed his chin, an oddly human gesture. "Well, I'd suggest we try and get them off you for starters. I'll inspect them and give them a basic medical check-up once their out of range of harming civilians." The medical bot leaned forward again to extract the small bot on his head, only to be beeped at again.
" Get back!" " We'll shoot!" "We mean it!!"
The medbot frowned, leaning back again. " They still refuse to move. They think we are a threat to you." Shawn growled, frustration building. " Well tell them your not! How hard can it be to convince them?!" The Bot nodded, waving prime over. The two bots sat in front of him, making themselves seem as non-threatening as possible. The leader started.
"Greetings, I am Optimus Prime. We mean neither you nor your creator harm. We are just trying to help."
The small bots seemed to rear up, arms twitching from each bot, seemingly unable to choose who was a bigger threat.
" Yeah well, we don't care who you are, your not getting anywhere near our creator! It's our duty to protect and care for him and make sure no ones hurts him, even his so called friends. Now go away!"
The medbot growled and inched closer. " Now you listen here you punks, not only are you scaring your creator witless, your just making it harder on everyone else here to get on with our day! Now get off the boy!"
"Make us old timer!"
The Medbot lunged at the human, stopping several inches from him, Prime holding him back. Shawn screamed and ducked, dropping the bot on his chest. The small robot landed on the ground with a small clang. Springing up quickly, the bot scrambled back up the human, stopping on his shoulder this time, the jackets hood tightly in one hand. " Are you insane?! What the hell was that for?!" Shawn screamed at the obviously enraged medbot. Prime shoved him back. " Ratchet, Control yourself! This is not helping!"
"Those runts are going to pay! Lemme at 'em Prime, lemme at 'em!" The small bot now on Shawn's shoulder grinned at the raging Medbot and stuck his glossa out at him. This further aggravated the medbot, requiring the Topkick to help stop the rampaging medic. " What is going on?! Will somebody explain?!" Shawn shouted at the struggling bots. The yellow one took it upon himself to explain. " Well you see, the small bots on you have taken it upon themselves to protect you from anything and everything, including people you know. Ratchet attempted to force them off and the mini-bot retaliated by insulting him. This, in-turn, enraged Ratchet causing the scene we see now." A couple army guys off to the side laughed while Sam smiled at him. " Looks like your stuck with them for a while Shawn." The boy laughed at the mechanic's frustrated face.
Shawn had enough. The days crazy battle, the near death experience, the knowledge about aliens on earth, and being electrocuted by a all powerful alien object coupled with the aggravation cause by the two bots now comfortably housed on his being was just to much to handle. Grabbing mentally onto the lingering frustration and small shocks left from the cube destruction, Shawn took a deep breathe.
"That is it! Everyone shut up!" The bots in the area looked at the small human in shock while the humans looked at him in confusion. This was lost on the fuming man-turned-taxi-service-for-small-bots. "You two will get off of me this instance! Or so help me god you'll find yourself in a trash compacter the next time I find one! And you three!" The small human pointed at the stunned Autobots standing in front of him, "I swear to Buddha if you don't quit it right now I'll spray paint you all pink the next time I find you off guard! And another thing!" The human turned to the small bots, they now stood on the ground fearing the contraption called "trash compacter", " You are going with Ratchet for a check up and analysis, and your going to stay with him until such time as this whole stupid mess is fixed! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" The small bots nodded quickly, hoping to sooth their creator's ire.
Shawn huffed and puffed, drained from his screaming. Turning to the stunned bots he glared, " That wasn't so hard, now was it?!" The area was silent as the bot's stood in stunned silence. Sam decided the pause had gone on enough. " Uh.. Shawn? What did you just say?" Shawn frowned at the teenager, " What do you mean Sam?" Shawn raised an eyebrow at him. " Did you suddenly lose the ability to understand English or something?" One of the army men coughed, it was the supposed leader of the group if the way the squad was standing was any indication. " I don't know what language you were speaking but it definitely wasn't English." Shawn frowned in confusion. " What are you talking about? I was definitely speaking English. It sounded like English to me."
Ratchet and company seemed to restart their processors around this time as the medic spoke up. " They are correct Shawn, you weren't speaking English." Shawn snorted. "Ooh yeah? Then what was I speaking then o wise and knowledgeable Medic?" The Topkick help back a laugh as the Hummer glowered at him. "Cybertronian." There was silence. Shawn's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious, I clearly heard English when I spoke." Prime stepped forward. " Your ears are just translating our language into one you understand but you definitely spoke our language. How else would the sparklings know what you said? They have yet the knowledge to access your internet and download English."
Shawn closed his eyes and let out a muffled scream. " Can this day get any worse! First I find out aliens are real, then I'm attacked by said aliens. I then help destroy an all powerful alien cube which made my rollerblades turn into aliens and now I'm talking like said Aliens. What else could possible happen?! WHAT?!" Sam walked up to the distraught human as Ratchet quickly caught the speedy mini-bots before they attempted to climb up the human to comfort him.
" Come on Shawn, calm down. It's ok." Shawn growled at Sam, shoving his chest. " It's ok? It's Ok?! What part of this day is ok?! We're standing in a partly destroyed city with Aliens that can shoot energy missiles at each other that could totally vaporise a human but only dents others of there kind and you say that its Ok?! What is wrong with you?! I've had it, I'm going to my house and if any of you come after me your getting the neon pink paint!" Shawn quickly walked off towards his shop, a stunned best friend and military gathering behind him.
" Shawn wait!" Prime reached down and stopped the teenager from going after the Mechanic. " Wait Sam, give him time. This must be a large shock to him. Let him cool down then try again." Sam sighed at the large hand in front of him and nodded in consent.
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Shawn swiftly kicked his own door in, rage and lack of keys making it necessary. Walking swiftly to the back doors, Shawn quickly opened them and walked into his room. Seconds later, he swiftly ran back out screaming bloody murder, shutting the doors again. There was a muffled thump as something small hit the door on the other side. Small yelps and cheers rang out on the other side of the door as Shawn hyperventilated.
"Creator! Your back!" Small squeals and excited chattering followed after the exclamation as more thumps rang out as the small bots on the other side of the door tried to bust it open. Shawn quickly locked the door and pushed a chair in front of it. Running back to the front door Shawn took a deep breathe and started screaming as he ran back over to the assembled bots near Megatron's corpse.
Optimus looked surprised and worried as the human ran back to them, more hysterical then when he left. "Shawn, what is the matter? Is there more Decepticons back there?" Shawn skidded to a stop in front of the large robot, panting. " No, No Decepticons! There is more Mini-bots in my shop! My whole lab must have come to life! This is so not good!" Prime reeled back in shock. " More of them? How many?" Shawn laughed nervously, " Er…well, I didn't really stop to count them, but there's quite a few. I locked them in my bedroom."
Sam laughed, " Isn't that a little harsh?" Shawn frowned at him. "Well what was I supposed to do? Let them walk free and do who knows what to my shop and surrounding buildings? Because that's just a great idea Sam!" Ratchet looked up from his current position near the yellow bots legs. " Well, I guess before we leave we'll need to round up all the bots and bring them with us. We can't leave any of our technology behind for stray humans to find." Prime nodded. "Yes. Shawn, take Lennox's team with Ironhide and round up the Mini-bots. Put them in Ironhide's cab when you have them all. Lets meet on the outskirt's of town to avoid more human attention." Shawn looked stunned at the Prime. " What?! I'm not going back there!" Prime kneeled down and looked Shawn in the eyes. " You're the only one the mini-bot's seem to listen to for now, we need you to direct them."
Sam ran up next to Shawn and clapped his shoulder. " I'll go with you Shawn, we'll be in and out in no time! Just you see." Shawn frowned as the boy directed him back to his shop. " Sam? Sometimes I hate your personality." Sam just grinned back at him.
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Shawn crept slowly back into his shop, Sam and the army squad behind him. It was quiet and the back door was still closed. Pointing at it, he waved his companions over. " They are in there." The humans took position around the door and the leader of the squad, one Will Lennox, slowly opened the door. It was dark inside and no one could see any movement. An army guy turned to Shawn. " Are you sure their in there?" Shawn nodded confused. He had been absolutely sure there had been bots in there.
The humans started to relax as time passed with no movement. Curious now, Shawn moved closer to the door trying to see inside. He got about a foot from it when he noticed a shape in the dark. Bright purple Optics suddenly glowed from the gloom of the room.
" Creator!" Shawn yelped as about 6 mini-bots launched themselves at him. The impact caused him to fall on his ass, metal bodies all over him. Shawn quickly went into a panic and launched himself to his feet, a small scream on his lips. Lennox quickly ran to him and kept him from running. " Whoa now, hold still. Let's try and get them outside to Ironhide quickly and without hassle, and them you can freak out. Now, try and do that language thing again and get them to cooperate."
Shawn breathed fast as the new mini-bots made themselves comfortable. He recognized on to be his electromagnetic handheld pulsar from the small tags on his armour. One also looked like it was a remote control race car. It has small NASCAR stickers and other promotional tags on it's armour along with 4 small rubber wheels. He tried to grasp at the feeling he had when he said cybertronian last time but the left over spark evaded him in his panic. Shaking his head, he looked to Sam. " Sam help! I can't grasp the language, get them off!" SAM quickly walked over to the hysterical man. "Just calm down, what did you feel last time you did it." Taking deep breaths, Shawn tried to relax but he tensed up again whenever a small bot moved on him. "I felt frustration, aggravation, and a felt this tingle, like that energy the cube gave off when we shoved it into Megatron." Sam nodded and curiously tried to summon up the tingle Shawn talked about. He was surprised when he felt it. It pulsed through him slowly, like a heart beat.
"weird.." Shawn jumped and Stared at Sam. While he understood what was said, the robotic tone to it told him it wasn't English he just said. Sam noticed the looks he got form around him. "What?" Shawn shook his head in disbelief, panic over the bots on his forgotten for this new development. " Sam? Your not speaking English." Sam blinked confused, maybe this was what Shawn was talking about when he said he heard English when he spoke. "I'm not? It sounds like I am." Shawn leaned forward, the bots on him looked curiously at the teenage as well. " How are you doing it?" Sam grinned, "I grasped the tingle."
Lennox snapped his fingers, getting their attention. "While this is fascinating, we still need to get these bots out of here. Sam, can you talk them to Ironhide?" Sam shrugged looking at the bots staring at him, "I can try." Shawn tried slowing his breathing as Sam leaned close to the remote control car on his shoulder. The little bots tensed but no weapons was shown. "Hello, My name is Sam. I'm a friend of your creator. Could you get off him? He's trying to talk to you but he's panicking to much with you on him to do so."
The little bot seemed to discuss it to themselves, seeing if they can trust Sam. Their decision was made when the car grasped Shawn's Hair and an involuntary whimper let out of the man. The bots quickly scrambled off the distraught human and stood close to his knees, looking at him worriedly. Sam smiled at them, "Thank you, I'll try and get him to talk to you. We need you to do something for us." Shawn calmed down quickly now that the bots were off him and couldn't immediately hurt him if they wanted. "Thanks Sam." Sam nodded and pointedly looked at the small bots looking up at the man anxiously. Shawn grasped inside himself, able to latch onto the tingle now that he had calmed somewhat. "Hello little ones. My name is Shawn. I need you to do something."
The small bots chattered happily, glad their creator seemed alright. They nodded quickly, the pulsar speaking up, "What is it Creator?" Shawn quickly pointed to the door outside, where the Topkick was partly visible. "Do you see that truck?" There were many nods and exclaimed 'yes's. "I need you to get inside him and wait for the others. He's going to bring us somewhere safe and get us checked to make sure we are all Ok. Alright?" The little Bots seemed sceptical at first. "Are you sure he's safe?" Sam grinned down at the mini-bot's. "Oh sure, he's perfectly alright. You won't be in him long anyway." The bots looked up at Shawn for confirmation. Shawn nodded at them and tilted his head towards the truck. The small bots didn't move at first and the boys thought it hadn't worked, But slowly the remote control car wheeled towards the truck, the others following behind.
Lennox grinned beside them, watching the small procession towards the Topkick. "Good work boys, let's load 'em up and get to Optimus."
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Shawn sat on a small worn couch at a old military base. After they had met up with the rest of the Autobots, Optimus had informed them that the Military had given them access to an abandoned air base until they could make a proper base that could hold their size. It took only a few hours to reach but it seemed longer to Shawn with the mini-bots crawling around the back of the truck, chattering happily and playing without a care. Lennox had followed behind in an army jeep but Ironhide had demanded Sam and Shawn ride with him, not wanting to be alone with 8 rowdy bots inside him. The rollerblades had jumped from the hummer to the Topkick when they had pulled up to the remaining Autobots.
Sam was sitting with the tow truck girl, who he had learned was named Mikaela, and they were getting very touchy feely. Shawn pouted in his corner. Ratchet had demanded they stay on base until he could learn if the Allspark, for they had figured out the 'tingle' was Allspark energy, had changed anything else in them. All he wanted was to go home, have a nice long relaxing shower, and curl up in bed with a manga until he fell asleep, but instead he was stuck in a stuffy military quarter covered in enough dust to make someone without a dust allergy to have a sneezing fit. The mini-bots had been taken by ratchet for a check up, to see if being made by earth materials had effected them. Supposedly cybertronian metals had some kind of alloy to prevent an adverse effect from spark radiation and most earth metals didn't have that.
Lennox and his team had been taken by the government for a Debriefing minutes after they had arrived, most likely the government would try to cover up the alien escape and battle. Shawn snorted, with so much damage to the city Shawn wished them luck in that endeavour, it wouldn't be easy. The uneasiness around the Mechs, as Ratchet adamantly demanded to be called instead of robots, had eased slightly after Sam had told him all their names and abilities. Instead of being around unfamiliar Aliens and not knowing what they could do, he was now surrounds by aliens who he knew what they could do. Considering the destructive power displayed by most of them, this wasn't a very comforting thought.
The mini-bots had been spawned by most of the electronics in his lab that has complete circuitry, like the remote control car and the motor wires throughout the frame of the rollerblades. The ones without complete circuitry or had been dismantled and uncompleted hadn't come to like and Shawn was grateful for that. It would have been painful to become alive in that condition and Shawn wouldn't want that on anything. The bots had told Ratchet that they were all brothers, having been made by the same creator, even though they all looked different. The only ones who were true brothers were the rollerblades, who adamantly believed they had a twin bond, whatever that was. Shawn hadn't seen a nut or bolt from them since Ratchet took them and Shawn was grateful. It gave him time to come to terms that his invention lab had come to life.
The door across the room opened, interrupting Sam and Mikaela's intimate time. Shawn snickered as they launched apart, blushing. Will Lennox walked through the door, a bundle behind him. " How's it going kiddies?" the man grinned at them. Shawn snorted. "I'll have you know I'm 22 thank you." Will just laughed and dumped the bundle on the floor. Shawn leaned towards it. "What that?" Will pulled back the tarp, revealing another bot. A gasp resounded from the teenager's corner. " Frenzy!" Shawn raised an eyebrow. "Frenzy?" He noticed that the small bots head as almost severed in half, an optic almost detached from its head.
Sam nodded. "That little bot tried getting the Allspark from the Hoover dam when we were leaving. Why is he here?" Will recovered the bot. "The Autobots are gathering all the bodies of the Decepticons to bury. I'm just waiting for one of 'em to come get this one and we should have 'em all." The room nodded, keeping their eyes from the bundle. Sam couldn't help but feel a draw to it, the tingle acting up. Leaning back to the bundle, Sam caught Shawn watching him, the 22-year-old matching his posture. Subtly nodding, the two crept over to the bundle. Mikaela watched them curious. "What are you two doing?" Sam shrugged while Shawn turned to her. "I donno. The tingle is acting up, like it wants us to do something about the body."
Reaching over, Sam uncovered the body and placed a hand gently on the bot. The tingle doubled in intensity but nothing happened. " Come on Shawn, you touch it too." Shrugging the mechanic leaned over and touched the Bot's shoulder. Immediately a bright flash of blue released from their hands and into the bot. The boys screamed and tried to pull away but their hands seemed glued to the body. They watched at the head slowly re-stitched itself and became whole, its optic realigning itself. As the glow faded, Sam and Shawn pulled back, hands aglow and the tingle at full force. The room went back to its regular lighting and the humans watched the bot. An anxious silence crept into the room.
The little bots arm spazmed and the humans gasped, twitching back. Lennox grabbed a small pistol from his side, aiming it at the bot. The optics slowly on-lined an looked around. Spotting the humans, it jumped to its feet and back up, spying the gun in Lennox's hand. Looking at Sam and Shawn, the bots optic's seemed to widen. Quickly dropping to it's knee's in front of the boys, the small Decepticon said something very surprising.
"Allspark!"
The small Decepticon rushed over to the boys, who quickly back up into a wall. "Megatron will be pleased, very pleased!" Shawn snorted and glared at the bot. "Megatron's dead, where have you been?" The bot gasped and unsheathed a shuriken. "Lies! The great Megatron lives!" A shot rang out and the bot flinched back, hole in his shoulder armour. The bot jumped back and ran quickly for the door. Springing out of the room, Frenzy launched himself down the corridor, only to be stopped by a large cannon. Ironhide put his cannon right to Frenzy face and growled. "I'd stop right there if you knew what was good for you Decepticon."
Frenzy growled and twisted his wrist, launching a shuriken into Ironhide's arm. The Topkick yelped and drew back, allowing the hacker to escape up the wall and into a vent. Lennox ran up to the bot and scowled. " Nice going Ironhide." The Topkick just growled and yanked the weapon out of his arm.
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Barricade had lost contact with his partner hours ago and had lost hope of retrieving him and giving him back to Soundwave, to save his own skin of course. No one messed with Soundwave's cassettes and lived long to tell about it. He was driving around the desert, trying to find cover until he could track down the remaining Decepticons on and around the earth when he suddenly picked up Frenzy's distress signal from Hoover dam. The Cop cruiser would have smirked if he was in Bi-pedal mode, maybe his aft could be saved yet.
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And there you have it, another chapter for you to chew on :D. Please R&R.
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