Unnecessary author's notes: JSYK, this is my first ever fanfic. I do not have a Beta reader. This story shall focus on Transformers characters (live action film, G1, Prime mashup of sorts) getting caught up in American wizardry :)
Disclaimer: If you're familiar with the fandoms (you'd better be if you're reading this), you'll recognize what is and is not mine.
On to the story!
"And guess what Peter brought 'Hide," Annabelle grinned from where she sat in the backseat of his alt mode, legs kicking back and forth.
"I wouldn't know, Annabelle...What did your classmate bring to show-and-tell?" Ironhide's voice came through the speakers.
"A SNAKE! A real, actual python! It was as long as me! It was wicked, 'Hide, you shoulda seen it!"
Ironhide was silent for a moment as he sped down the highway towards base; Will was listening to their conversation from where he sat in the driver's seat, his hands resting lightly on the wheel (just for show, of course), and Sarah was curled up in the passenger's seat, lightly dozing.
"But, Major Lennox," Ironhide began, sounding troubled, "Are large snakes not extremely dangerous? A child shouldn't own a slagging python, much less bring it to a school!"
"But 'Hide!" Annabelle piped up in exasperation, "THIS snake wasn't dangerous. Peter said he got it when it was a baby, so it's used to humans and stuff. I even got to pet it! And it felt so cool! It was all-"
"YOU TOUCHED A SNAKE!" Ironhide yelled, making everyone jump and waking up Sarah, who scrambled up, looking around in confusion.
"Jesus, 'Hide! Chill!" Will commanded.
"William, do not tell me to 'chill.' Do you not care that your youngling was in danger?"
"But, 'Hide-" Annabelle began to whine from the back seat, before her father put up a hand, silencing her.
"Ironhide. You know how Sam has a chihuahua? Mojo?"
"Fraggin' vermin," 'Hide growled quietly, causing Will to grin and Annabelle to frown. Sarah still looked confused.
"Well," Will continued, "that dog is capable of biting humans and doing some serious damage."
Ironhide snorted derisively, and Will rolled his eyes, before saying, "Okay, maybe not THAT dog, but other, larger dogs could really hurt us humans."
"Yes?" Ironhide prompted impatiently.
"Or even better, how about YOU, Ironhide?" Will asked. "In a split second you could obliterate us all! You could shoot us with your giant cannons or just STEP on us, and-"
"I would NEVER harm you or your family, Will!" Ironhide interrupted, sounding outraged, "I'm your GUARDIAN!"
"Exactly!" Will replied.
"Uh...what?"
"You're capable of harming us, but we know that you won't! Just like Mojo...er...OTHER dogs could harm their owners, they don't because they don't want to! They are trained to be companions, or guardians, or, just, well, PETS! They have no reason to hurt us! Just like Peter's snake-"
"Sam!" Annabelle helpfully interjected.
"What, Sweetie?" Will asked
"Sam!" she repeated patiently, "That's his name! The snake's name is Sam!"
"Er, yes, SAM wouldn't harm Peter because he's been trained since birth not to. Why bite the hand that feeds you and cares for you?" Will finished his explanation as Ironhide turned into the driveway that lead to NEST's stateside base.
Soldiers standing guard at the entrance gate barely had to glance at the recognizable weapons specialist and Captain Lennox, who was holding up his badge, before allowing the tall fence to slide open.
"Oooh, can we see Bumblebee first?" Annabelle asked, the previous conversation forgotten in the face of such excitement. "Or Sunny and Sides? Are they here? Is Arcee? Optimus? Ratchet?"
Ironhide chuckled, before answering, "Yes, they should all be here, Annabelle. We'll have time to stop by and see them all."
"Even Optimus?" she asked.
"Yup. I need to check in with him this afternoon, so you can come along."
"But Annie," Sarah said, "Remember that you're here for a checkup with Dr. Ratchet first."
"Your mother is right, Annabelle," Ironhide sighed, "we gotta go see ol' Hatchet first."
"'Hatchet'?" Annabelle asked.
"Yup," Ironhide replied in a wicked voice, "That's Ratchet's nickname, just like you're called Annie or Belle. You should call him that; all his good friends do."
"Okay," Annabelle grinned.
"Ironhide," Sarah chided gently.
"Mrs. Lennox, I am being completely honest."
Will grinned, and Sarah rolled her eyes. Annabelle was looking eagerly out the window as the Topkick sped across the sprawling base towards the old hanger that the Autobot medic had taken over and converted into a med bay.
"Hello, Annabelle," Ratchet gave the little girl a warm smile as he knelt in front of her and her mother (Will and Ironhide had a god-awful diplomatic meeting to attend.) "Sarah," he nodded at her, "it is good to see the both of you."
Before Sarah could say anything, Annabelle happily responded, "Hiya, Hatchet!"
Ratchet froze, his smile slowly turning into a grimace. "Let me guess: Ironhide told you to call me that," he said darkly.
"Yup," Annabelle replied.
"Sorry!" Sarah mouthed at him.
Ratchet heaved a sigh through his vents, pinching his nose, and he rose to his full height, muttering curses in Cybertronian.
"Well, come along then. Let's get this over with," he stated before leading them deeper into the med bay.
Several boring and invasive scans later, Annabelle was desperately bored and antsy, Sarah was worried, and Ratchet just looked troubled.
"Mrs. Lennox-" he began, before being interrupted by the doors of the med bay bursting inward.
In zoomed two shining Ferrari 458 Italias, their engines roaring. One was bright red, the other yellow.
"AARGH, Have you fragging glitch-heads ever heard of KNOCKING!" Ratchet yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.
"SUNNYSIDESYAAAAY!" Annabelle shrieked, running towards the edge of the large table she had been standing on. Before Sarah or Ratchet could move, Annabelle had taken a running leap off of the edge of the 25-foot-high table. Sarah cried out, and Ratchet dove forward, hands outstretched to catch Annabelle, but there was no need; Annabelle floated over his hands and landed gently in front of the two Ferraris, which were mid-transformation. Annabelle giggled as Sideswipe swept her up, before handing her off lightly to Sunstreaker. Ratchet and Sarah were frozen, their mouths hanging open. The twins and the little girl didn't seem to notice anything was wrong.
"C'mon kid, we've come to rescue you from this ol' doc bot!" Sides declared, grinning at the joyfully laughing child before placing her gently on his shoulder, where she clung to the side of his helm.
"Yup, see ya around, Hatch!" Sunny added, smirking, before the two Autobots jogged toward the huge doors.
"Please!" Sarah recovered just in time to give a strangled yell to the bots, who turned to face the distressed woman, pausing in their escape. Sarah smiled a little as she said more gently, "Just be careful."
"You don't need to worry about us, Mrs. Lennox!" Sunny grinned.
"We're the definition of safe!" Sides smiled wickedly, Annabelle giggling from her perch on his shoulder.
Ratchet made a scornful noise, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at the twins.
"Alright. Have fun!" Sarah said, before yelling after them, "And be back before lunch time! Annie needs to eat!"
She sighed and looked at Ratchet, who shook his head, before saying, "I believe we need to have a talk. And Will and Prime should both be here."
"'Hide should be here too," Sarah added, causing Ratchet to snort.
"As if he'd give us an option."
Sarah grinned fondly and stepped into the hand that Ratchet offered to her, before they both headed off to find the others.
The twins silently crouched behind a large counter in the Autobots' rec room. Annabelle sat in Sunny's hand, holding her own hands over her mouth to stifle her giggles. They watched as the tactician Prowl entered the room now that his shift was over; he approached a large cabinet across the room, getting himself a cube of highgrade. He lifted it to his mouth, as the twins and Belle watched, holding their breath in anticipation. Prowl sputtered, spraying colorful paint everywhere, choking and dropping the cube of something that was most definitely NOT energon. The three responsible couldn't contain themselves at the sight of the baffled, unhappy mech whose plain black and white paint job was now dripping with disgustingly bright neon paint, the lower half of his helm positively COVERED in the stuff, as he continued to sputter and spit more of the mess all over the furniture. Sunny, Sides, and Belle were in hysterics, and the angry victim quickly figured out what had happened. With a growl, Prowl stalked over to the twins, raising his fists.
"Oi!" Sides yelped, grabbing Annabelle from his brother. He held the tiny girl in front of them like a shield, causing Prowl to freeze.
"NO!" Annabelle shrieked, still giggling, as she crawled like a little monkey back up his arm, trying to put herself behind the red mech.
Prowl quickly reached down and grabbed up the child, who was still shrieking with glee, before gently setting her on top of the counter. "Stay, sparkling," he commanded, before quickly spinning to the twins, firing at them with his guns.
"AAARGH, PROWL, YOU FRAGGER, STOP!" Sides cried.
"SLAG!" Sunny yelped, and the twins ran out of the room, the now rainbow-colored tactician hot on their tails.
Arcee and Bumblebee quickly flattened themselves against the wall of the hallway they were walking down, as the three Autobots sprinted past, yelling at each other in Cybertronian
"Nice paintjob," Arcee smirked after them.
"VERY NICE" Bee agreed (despite Ratchet's best efforts, his voice was still rough and staticky, so he preferred to use other sound clips and the radio to communicate.)
"It kinda looks like he has facial hair," Arcee added thoughtfully, as the two peeled themselves off of the wall and continued into the rec room.
"BEE! ARCEE!" Annabelle cried from the top of the counter.
"Hello! Hello, hellooo!" The Beatles sang from Bee, and Arcee smiled, saying, "Hey there, kiddo. How about we get you down from there, hm?" She offered her hands to Annabelle, who quickly clambered onto them. The little girl was deposited onto Bumblebee's shoulder, and the two Autobots headed off to find something entertaining.
"So, you're telling us that something is wrong with our daughter, but you have no idea what's wrong or what to do about it," William Lennox stated flatly.
Ratchet sighed in response before saying, "There is no indication that something is WRONG. Actually, my scanners indicate nothing out of the ordinary at all. But that doesn't mean there isn't something going on with Annabelle; I do not understand what could be causing this, or why I can't seem to pick ANYTHING up on my fragging scanners!" Ratchet's frustration was evident in his heated tone and scowling face-plates.
"Look Hatchet. We're going home for the week, but you had better slaggin' think of something to fix Annabelle," Ironhide growled threateningly.
"Ironhide. Calm down," Optimus gently commanded. "Mr. and Mrs. Lennox," he said, turning to the concerned couple, who were seated on top of Ratchet's table, at eye-level of the seated mechs, "It is a point that whatever is happening to little Annabelle is not harmful; if anything, from what you have told me, it seems that these...anomalies...have been protecting her."
"I'M the ONLY protector she needs," Ironhide snarled.
"But you have been away, fighting with the rest of us," Optimus reminded him. "While you were gone, it seems that whatever this is has been protecting her."
"But it's not just been protecting her," Sarah said anxiously. "It's not good for her to eat the frosting off of a cake! And what if she wants something more harmful than butterflies? Or-"
"Honey," Will interrupted, "Everything's gonna be fine. I've yet to see something ol' Ratchet here can't solve." Will directed a grin that was still slightly strained towards the medic.
Sarah sighed softly, before saying, "Please. Just help me keep my daughter safe."
"I can promise you, Sarah Lennox, that the Autobots will do all that they possibly can to keep your child safe and healthy."
"Thank you, Optimus," she smiled.
"Well, if that's it, let's get the slag outta here," Ironhide declared, getting up and heading for the door. "NOT SO FAST." Ratchet leapt up and stomped to the doorway, blocking 'Hide. He put his hands on his hips and leaned intimidatingly towards the weapons specialist. "If that sparkling calls me by ANYTHING other than my proper name from now on, I will not hesitate to offline you!"
Ironhide grinned and said, "Sure thing, Doc!" before transforming into his alt mode and driving to where Optimus was gently setting down the Lennoxes on the floor.
"Let's find Annie and go home," Sarah said, barely suppressing a yawn, suddenly exhausted. The couple climbed into the truck before the Topkick sped off. Optimus chuckled upon seeing how royally ticked off his CMO was. "You know you miss not having him around as much," he said slyly.
Ratchet gave a disdainful scoff, before stalking off, muttering, "Puh-lease!"
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