Jillian and Ironhide- Ironhide Meets the Car Wash
Summary- When Jillian notices Ironhide's dirt-covered body, she knows he needs a car wash badly! Ironhide, on the otherhand, doesn't like the idea..
"Oh my God, 'Hide!" Jillian yelled as she took a long look at the giant black Topkick.
"What?" He replied.
"You need a car wash, badly." She replied, giving him a look of disgust as she eyed him from bumper to bumper.
"I don't appreciate you staring at my ass." He told her.
Jillian gave him an odd look, "I was not. You're filthy!" She got in the driver's seat, "Come on, I'm taking you to the wash."
Ironhide, who didn't sound too pleased, didn't like the idea of being 'clean'. But curiousity got the better of him, as he wondered what this so called 'car wash' was. "Fine."
Jillian lead the way to the wash. There were already a few cars waiting in line, but she had plenty of patience. Ironhide, who was much larger than the cars in front of him, watched as a dirty-yellow mustang entered the front of the car wash. He studied it as the car drove through. Suddenly, giant spinning brush-like things came down from out of nowhere, and swallowed up the car. It was nowhere to be seen again.
Ironhide's insides began to pound. He had to go through that? It looked unsafe.
"It looks like it was made by the decepticons." He spoke through the radio. "Have you ever been in one of these 'car washes' before?"
Jillian shook her head, "Nope. First experience. It looks fun."
"It looks dangerous." Ironhide's voice was cautious.
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, stop being a baby."
"I'm not an infant!" Ironhide told her.
"Then you'll act like a grown-up and enter the wash." She replied.
Jillian felt the seat vibrate, "What if I don't want to?"
"Then I'll make you." She replied, smiling to herself.
"But," He began, "it looks extremely unsafe, and I refuse to enter something that could kill me."
Jillian sighed, "It's not going to kill you, 'Hide."
"How do you know? You were the one who told me you've never been in one yourself, Jill." He scoffed.
She frowned, "So? It doesn't mean it's going to kill you."
Ironhide looked at the line of cars in front of him. "It looks like a line to hell." He mumbled.
"Oh, grow up." She replied.
He watched as the next car went in.. and the next one.. and the next one.. he could'nt see them. They were gone. Swallowed by the giant, twirling bristles of hell, he thought.
There was one more car in front of them, and then they'd be next. Just one more. Ironhide's mind began to race. What if he didn't make it out alive? What if something wrong happened? What about Jillian? What would happen to her? He couldn't think straight. Finally, the next car went in, and the Topkick was next.
His Inside's began to pound again. This time harder, and faster. His engine was at the point of over-heating. His seats began to vibrate hard.
"'Hide, are you alright?" Jillian asked, trying not to laugh. He was really scared? He didn't reply. They were next. Jillian eased on the gas petal, but the truck did not move. "'Hide! Come on!"
He shook. "N-no. I.. I can't."
Jillian looked back at the cars behind her. They were honking loudly. "'Hide, go!"
"No!" He shouted back, nervously.
Jillian slammed her foot down on the gas, and Ironhide un-willingly sped forward. She slowed him down and he yet again, unwillingly, entered the wash. His entire body began shaking. He was seriously afraid, Jillian saw.
Ironhide found himself moving, but his tires weren't spinning. There must've been something that dragged him along. Suddenly, those giant brushes came down from above, and began spinning. Soapy water poured itself all over him, and the brushes did their work. They dug deep into his sides and that just made him shake harder. The man who kept an eye on the car washes eyed the truck with a weird expression on his face. He shook his head, and thought nothing of the shaking automobile.
Deeper in the car wash, the bristles finally went away, only to be replaced by giant spinning tubes. They were attached to the ground, and Ironhide was completley helpless against them. They squished him between themselves as they rubbed against him. After that large strands of soft-spongey material came down and scrubbed at his windshield and hood. Suddenly he stopped.
Ironhide looked in front of him. He saw a bright light. Could it be? Could it be the heaven that humans always claim to go to when they die? Was he going there? He thought over and over again.
Finally, everything stopped. No more soapy water came down, no more bristles of death, no more sponges of doom. His windshield was still wet, and as if out of nowhere, hot air came out of nearby vents and dried him off. Ironhide just sat there for a few seconds afterwards. Finally, Jillian pressed down on the gas, but Ironhide beat her to it, and sped out of the car wash.
He was still on Earth! He was still alive! Then he stopped. He was afraid.. actually.. terrified, of nothing. He was just.. clean. His entire truck body rushed with embarrassment as Jillian laughed.
"Wow, 'Hide." She grinned. "Was it really that bad? It felt like you were gonna tip over in there." She laughed.
"Shut up.." He grumbled as he began driving them back home.
THE END
Lol, just another little oneshot.
