Whooooo, Chapter 2! I would like to give a huge thank you to everyone who left a review. This is the first time I have received so much feedback on a story. My only hope is that I have not crashed and burned this chapter. I'd say it's pretty slow moving. I had originally written out a fast pace scene when I first concocted this fanfic, but I pushed it to chapter 3 for the sake of not throwing everything in the reader's face so fast.
If anyone is disappointed with how this story will turn out. I apologize in advance. If you have any information concerning the little stuff, like…how things work with Autobots [Theories and Actual excerpts from shows/comics/etc or if personalities seem waaaaaaaay too Out of Character. Please feel free to email me! I would love your input and help! I haven't seen transformers since the late 80s - early 90s…so I'm a little out of date. (Best if sold by: 06/23/1989 cough)
Taking Care of You
The sound of the door bell ringing, the opening of said door, and then the sweet, sweet sound of a young child shuffling their feet reaches my ear. The one thing that I live for.
"Good Morning, Ms. Carlie!" I look down to see the bright face of one of my usual weekend troopers.
"Good Morning, Captain!" I give the young boy a sloppy salute and a quick wink.
His face crinkled with laughter at my sad attempt and swung open the door. Stepping forward, I swept him up in my left arm and made towards his father, his son thrashing about in playful protest.
"Morning, Mr. Enderson." The man was sifting about in the back of the car, digging through a mess of papers and toys. At the sound of my voice, his head pops out of the car.
"Morning, Ms. Kolinchski. It seems I'm running a little late for work today; however, I don't have to work for very long. I should be back around 1 o'clock to pick up Jeremy." I could see the twinkle in his eyes at that bit of news.
Immediately, Jeremy started to cheer under my arm. "Yeah! Can we go to the park?"
A knowing smile lit my face at his reaction.
His father had a look of satisfaction. "Of course we can, kiddo! Just don't wear yourself out while I'm gone. And behave. I'll see you all around one."
"Bye dad!"
"See ya later, Mr. Enderson." And with one last wave he was off.
"So, what do you wanna—." A loud clash made me jump. Then, a resounding squeak of a straining door could be heard. "Jeremyyyyyyy!"
And all at once I had a flailing 10 year old in my arm, begging to be let go. "Oh no, not the twerp!"
Coming to a screeching halt, a very nasty scowl painted Adrianna's face. "Hey! Don't call me that!"
"Alright, that's enough you two! I'll have none of that today." Reaching over, I grabbed a hold of Adrianna with my free arm and proceeded to waddle with the extra weight. Screams of protest and laughter flittered through the air as I headed towards the barn.
Enthusiastically, I asked, "So, who wants to help me feed the chickens today!?"
"Boooo!"
"No way!"
"Not the chickens!"
Plopping them both on the ground, I couldn't help but fake mild disbelief. "What!? What do you mean by that!?" Taking my fists, I clutched the fronts of their shirts, lifted them up again and impersonated the godfather's voice. "Wha- happened to you!? Wha' happened!?"
Adrianna pouted, "We always feed the chickens."
Scrunching my eyebrows in thought, a brilliant idea came to mind. "Ok!" They both looked a little uncertain as my face turned a little too innocent for their liking.
"Theeeeeeeen,… you can clean the chicken poop! Congratulations, you're hired!" Looks of horror shot my way as I hustled them into the dirty coop.
"Nooo! Not that! Anything but that!" Busting out laughing, I continue to push them to their chore.
"Nope, too late! The chickens, they call!"
I stood guard over the coop as the children set to work. "Hey, no pouting, after this we're gonna head out on the gator for a little bit. I've been working on the new track for this summer."
Hoots and hoorays came from the small building, followed by the sudden scatter of chickens as the kid's worked with vigorous effort.
In a matter of minutes, I heard the clanking of things being put away and the two little devils flew out of the coop, eyes filled with excitement. Jumping in front of me, they shouted a quick, "Done!"
Smirking at them I turned towards one of the barn sheds. "Come on you two. Let's have some fun!"
Unlatching the door, I grabbed the handle and slid the huge, hefty door open. Revealing a small tractor cart that was currently being overpowered by a giant 18wheeler, a black GMC truck and a yellow emergency rescue Hummer.
My eyebrows knit for a second...and I whispered, "Huh…that's strange. I thought I heard something moving." Thinking it was probably just another rodent, I shrugged it off.
I suddenly noticed Jeremy's jaw about ready to hit the floor at the sight before him. "Careful Jeremy, you might just catch a fly." He immediately shut his jaw and made a mad dash for the new additions to my barn.
"Oh wow! Look at this! And ooooooh, look at that! This is soooo cool!"
Before I could get a word in edge wise, Jeremy ran around the truck and I heard the sound of a door opening. Alarmed, I ran after him. "Jeremy, get out of there! That truck doesn't belong to me!
When he went so far as to ignore me, I got a little irritated. So I added a little bite to my bark. "Young man! You have to the count of 5 to get out of that car and back over here! 1!...2!..." The quick shuffling of feet could be heard. "3!" A squeak came from the other side as the door shut. "4!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" He made a dash to the gator, his face a little pale. Mumbling a quick apology, he started to scuff his shoes into the dirt.
"That's much better. What have I told you about going through dangerous equipment without proper supervision?" I couldn't help but be a little harsh. After all, his safety could have been at risk.
Still looking down he mumbled a quiet. "Don't."
Sighing, I walked up to him and patted him on the head. "It's ok. We all get a little excited and forget things…Just please try to be more careful and more respectful of my barn and its contents."
"Yes Ma'am."
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I gave out a growl as I roughly turned the key in the ignition, trying to get the gator to start. Not even whirring attempts could be heard from the engine.
"What the-? Oh no, don't die on me now. You're not even that old!"
I shoved my hands against the steering wheel in aggravation. Stepping out of the car, I popped open the hood and began to poke around inside. Glaring at it in anger, I silently hoped the tractor would just magically fix itself.
A pair of eyes popped up from the side of the gator. It was Adrianna. "Carlie, do you even know what you're doing?"
"Ah, ya caught me!" A light blush crept up my ears and cheeks. "Eh heh, I have no bleeding idea what could be wrong, but I figured I might as well look like I do." I didn't miss the muffled giggles from the children. With a quick grimace, I straightened up and closed the hood.
"Well kiddos. I don't know what to tell ya…Looks like we're gonna haveta find something else to do."
"Awww…, that's not fair!" Jeremy stomped his foot on the ground and slumped down onto to driver's side of the gator, arms folded across his chest.
"I would have suggested my jeep, but it got stuck in the mud a few days back after that little rain we got hit with. Clogged up the exhaust and flooded the engine pretty bad. So, it's still in the shop." A guilty look flittered across my face at my own words.
"Hey! What about that truck!?" Adrianna ran over and pointed at the hood. The black GMC towered over her, it seemed to give off a powerful feeling. Almost intimidating, but she ignored it.
"Adri—I can't just do that darlin'. The car doesn't belong to me."
"Oh yeah! Carlie, please please please! Just for a little bit." Jeremy ran over to me and started to jump and tug on my shirt. Adrianna immediately followed.
"Wha-!? No! I can't jus-." Andrianna grabbed my side and started to shake me.
"Pleeeeeaaaaaase, please please please. You can be really careful, and we'll promise to be good!" A small pout started to form on her face.
I flinched at the sight. "Oh no, don't you pull that one on me, I'm not about to..." Adrianna lowered her lashes and her lower lip started to tremble. Giving out a heavy sigh, I caved. "Aaaaaaaaah….ok ok, but only for a little bit. And we have to be very careful! That truck is a fine piece of equipment. I'm sure the owner would have my a—er would be really upset if something happened to his truck."
Jeremy proceeded to pump his fist in the air as Adrianna shouted a quick 'hooray!' and skipped around the truck.
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"This is so much nicer than your stinky old jeep."
Feigning hurt, I grunt out, "Well! Thank you for pointing that out. Nothing like being talked down to by an 8 year old."
The two kids laughed and started to bounce in their seats, their hands smacking each other on their helmets as a sign of luck.
"A little excited?" I twisted an evil smirk on my face.
"C'mon Carlie! Let's go!" I picked up the key, moving agonizingly slow. "Oh nooooo…I just…feel…soooooo…tiiiiiiiired."
"Carlie!" They both shouted, glares on their faces.
"You kids are just so fun to mess with. Sorry." I gave a quick laugh and started the engine. I was momentarily startled at the great roar the car gave as it came to life.
[AN: I know what you're all thinking! O "if only you knew, Carlie! If only you kneeeeeew!" or maybe you're not! . Tricky tricky!
"Nice!" I shout. The kids gave an excited squeal.
Turning to them, I smirked. "Let's do this!"
I immediately shifted into reverse and slammed on the gas. The kids gave a frightening scream. Then, screamed some more when I hit the breaks and gave the wheel a tight turn, sliding the car around. We came to a screeching halt and Adrianna shouted, "You call that taking it easy!?"
Plastering on a guilty look, I gave a quick apology. "Sorry, couldn't help it. This truck is so awesome!"
Gripping the steering wheel nice and tight, I skirted down the makeshift dirt road made from years of being trampled by various things. The dust lightly kicked up as we headed towards one of the back fields lined with mounds of sturdy dirt with twists and turns.
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"Do you think he's all right?"
A small grunt came from Optimus as he thought that one over. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Sam said she wouldn't be any trouble. Though that boy seems to be quite a handful."
Though he'd never admit it, Optimus took quite a little beating from the child as he thrashed around like a violent fish out of water inside the cabin. The door's side compartment had a brand new line of scuff marks from the little boy's sneakers. And it took him a while to right himself after the boy pushed every button he could get his hands on.
"Hmm…I just hope Ironhide doesn't lose his temper. He can be a bit too 'gung-ho' as he calls it. The last thing we need is another big incident. Especially, after BumbleBee blew up that garbage truck."
Both Autobots savored a little laugh at that memory. Apparently, BumbleBee had mistaken a garbage truck as a hostile target when the driver almost crushed Mojo while picking up one of the trash bins. No one was hurt, but it was flashed on the news as some sort of facist group bombing. Needless to say, the government had 'fun' dealing with that little incident.
Suddenly, high pitched screams could be heard outside of the barn.
Optimus tensed, then transformed while still inside the barn. Hunched over to keep the barn from crashing down he yelled out, "Ratchet!"
"Scanning!" For a second, Rachet seemed to be perturbed. "That's strange. I think they're fine. I picked up on excitement from all three, but only small readings of fear in the children. Their adrenaline levels are high as well."
Carefully, peering out the door, Optimus scanned the area. He could see the children laughing and screaming as Ironhide tore through hills and dust, kicking up everything in his path. He could see the human female madly steering his friend across the field, smile on her face, but determination in her eyes.
"They're fine."
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Well, that's it for now. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I had fun doing the chicken coop part. I love chickens, they're great. xD
Anywho, special thanks to Beesting08. I won't say why though. I'll just let everyone's curiosity stir. Haha. .
Oh ja, and I know a lot of you are expecting this story to be really funny, but I don't know if it will turn out so...Mainly because me and the funny aren't so great. .> But I'll try.