Disclaimer: Sadly, Pie-R-Square nor Mrs Bumblebee15 own Transformers. They give their gratitude and envy to Hasbro.
A/N: It's Pie again! And here's the second chapter, much more interesting and longer than the first one, as promised! Here we have introduced Ironhide and Sideswipe's holoforms as they go to the movies, Optimus being his leader-y self, and a mention of Ratchet. There's a small mention of Sideswipe/OC, but I promise we will stick to what we had originally planned. The part with the physics teacher being comm-ed by the front office is pretty much based on how our school does it, so if you have any questions please don't hesitate to put them in a review or PM to either Mrs. Bee or I! Anyway, I hope you all like this! Mrs. Bee and I really enjoyed writing this chapter :)
Summary: We were walking home from school, and I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, dragging my sister and I down. Nothing happened at first, but the consequences were far more life changing then we first thought. Bumblebee/OC and Ratchet/OC, Post first movie.
:Why did you allow Sideswipe to drag me out here again?: Ironhide comm-ed to Optimus as he and Sideswipe walked up to the theater in their holoforms.
Optimus' reply came a few seconds later. :Because Sunstreaker isn't here, and Sideswipe needs someone to spend time with him," came the baritone response.
Ironhide grumbled to himself. :So, I'm basically babysitting the youngling?: he growled back.
After a few more seconds hesitation, Optimus replied, :It was Ratchet's idea.:
The weapon specialist's optics narrowed. :I'm going to have to talk to Ratchet later then."
Optimus didn't hesitate to reply this time and his response was firm and final.
:Just go through with it, that's an order.: he stated firmly and shut the comm off before Ironhide could reply.
Ironhide growled again but decided he had no choice, so he followed Sideswipe's lead to the line for tickets, and unwillingly stood next to him.
"So, why here?" he asked to the younger looking red-haired holoform standing next to him.
Sideswipe was slightly jumping on the back of his heal, obviously excited, and looked like he could take off sprinting in a nanosecond. Ironhide merely glanced at him with a bit of resentment.
"Sideswipe!" Ironhide exclaimed.
"What?"
"Answer my question!"
"What question?"
The weapons specialist sighed in frustration. 'This is going to be a long day,' he thought.
Sideswipe's compulsive jumping seemed to get momentarily worse and Ironhide finally cracked, putting a forceful hand on the young mech's shoulder to make him stop.
"Sides, enough with the jumping, you look like a hyperactive sparkling! What do humans call it? ADHD?" he said angrily.
Sideswipe's expression turned pouty and he crossed his arms, giving Ironhide a hateful look, as he began to look like a human child complaining to his father.
"I don't have ADH-" he began to say, but was cut off as an attractive young woman passed by in front of him.
"What is it now?" Ironhide asked, following Sideswipe's gaze.
"She's hot," Sideswipe said bluntly with a smirk on his face.
"Sideswipe!" Ironhide exclaimed while hitting him over the head.
"Owwwww," he whined, "that hurt!"
"It didn't hurt, this is your holoform."
Sideswipe looked at the taller mech with the most sad and pitiful look he could manage.
"But it hurts me inside," he said, obviously trying to make Ironhide feel bad. It didn't work, of course, because it only gave him another whack over the head.
"Shut up, people are staring."
Dyani and Astrid stood in line for the theater, eager to see their new favorite movie for the second time. However, there wasn't much they could talk about without it leading to another one of their pointless arguments, so they stood in silence for a while until there was a rather loud and interesting conversation being spoken behind them.
It was between a tall black-haired man who looked to be in his late 40's and a much younger red-haired man who looked like he could have been in his early 20's, and both of them had ridiculously bright blue eyes. The older man was obviously not amused with the antics of the younger one, as he kept being prodded as if annoying him was a game. The line moved up and Dyani moved passed the attractive red-haired man, only to hear something along the lines of "she's hot". She turned around to see if he had been saying that about her, only to witness the older man hitting him over the head. The younger one quickly looked at her and smile sheepishly, before turning to pout at the guy next to him.
Dyani quickly turned around blushing, and was glad she did so because it was their turn to buy their tickets.
Astrid was the first of the two to make to the ticket-master, so she spoke first.
"Two for Transformers, the 1 o'clock showing," she said.
The ticket-master, a middle-aged woman, looked at her confused.
"Uhm, it that a movie?" she asked, looking over the list of movie showings, "There's nothing playing here by the name of 'Transformers'".
Astrid shook her head and smiled. "No, it has to be here, the movie came out only last weekend," she said politely.
"I'm sorry," the woman replied, "but that isn't playing here. Maybe it was a different theater?"
Astrid was frustrated now.
"No, it's here, we saw it last weekend!" she exclaimed.
The woman became somewhat frustrated too. "Well, I'm sorry but that's not available. I'm going to have to ask you to choose a different movie or leave, please, your holding up the line."
Astrid looked at her sister with a confused/disappointed/questioning expression, and Dyani sighed.
"We're here, so we might as well see something," Dyani said, obviously disappointed too.
The ended up choosing something somewhat interesting to them; just a generic zombie movie. It was better than nothing.
Fifteen minutes into the boring movie however, Dyani, being her ADD-self, took it upon herself to quietly discuss with Astrid the strange going-ons she had been noticing the past few days.
"Haven't you noticed how it's like Transformers never existed?" Dyani asked quietly to her twin.
Astrid cringed at her question. A world without transformers…that…that sounded like hell! But she had to agree with Dyani; it was weird how the ticket-master had acted. She even noticed that the toys at McDonald's (not that she been trying to get one, no…) had suddenly changed and she hadn't even seen one commercial for the movie on TV since Friday. It was strange.
"I know," Astrid pouted, "I wanted to see the movie today so badly!"
Little did they know of the two mech holoforms sitting behind them, silently listening in on their conversation. They must not have like the movie very much either.
The next day, Astrid sat boringly at her desk in Physics class. Not that she didn't like the class, because she did, but with the end of the semester approaching her 'senoritis' was only getting worse and worse. She aimlessly doodled an autobot symbol on her notes, hardly hearing what her teacher was droning on about.
She was also deep in though, thinking about how strange everything was becoming.
Not only was the new Transformers movie obliterated from the media (she cringed from thinking about it again), but everyone she ahd talked to about it apparently hadn't heard of it either. Not only that, but she had been noticing a silver stingray showing up everywhere she or Dyani went. It was quite confusing, and very disturbing.
And now things were just getting better.
A woman from the front office comm-ed the room and the familiar beep of the comm silenced almost everyone in the room.
"Hello?" her teacher hollered up to the comm.
"Yes, this is the front office," came the response, "do you have a miss Astrid Rockwell?"
The teacher looked at Astrid, who was now thoroughly confused, going through a mental list of what Dyani could have possibly done this time.
"Yes ma'am," the teacher replied, looking back up at the ceiling as if the woman comm-ing the room could see her.
"Could you send her to the counselor's office for a moment?" came the comm.
The teacher nodded and said, "Yes, right away," and a brief thank you ended the conversation.
"Uhm…okay?" Astrid said, thinking out-loud to herself as she went to her teacher for the hall pass.
When she made it to the counselor's office, the counselor asked her for her name. Astrid told the woman, and was motioned to sit down in one of the two chair sitting in fron of the shrink's table. Astrid obliged, and then looked up to the counselor, confusion obviously crossing her features.
"Why am I here, ma'am?" Astrid asked.
The counselor cleared her throat and began, "Your peers seem to be concerned for your mental well-being, as am I," she said with a false smile, trying to look pleasant.
Astrid wasn't sure of what to say, so she simply nodded so that the shrink would finish what she wanted to say
"They have reported to me that you are talking about things that don't exist, and when they tell you otherwise, you insist that they do. Care to elaborate?" she asked.
Astrid raised a brow at what the woman told her, unsure of what to feel. She seriously considering the easy choice of walking out.
The shrink mistook her conflicted look for frustration and gave her another fake smile.
"Remember, I'm only asking you this because I care."
Astrid finally realized that she wasn't going to put with this, and sneered at the woman's remark. She was already becoming mad at the fact that her friends took it upon themselves to report her to this clown.
Astrid got up out of her chair.
"You know what, I'm sorry but I'm going to leave now. The police obviously aren't involved and there's no reason why I should stay here and listen to this. Goodbye," she snapped and quickly left the room.
She didn't want to go back to class now. All she wanted to do was go home. She walked through the hallways to the nearest exit, slyly avoiding all teachers and administrators that came her way. She walked out a pair of heavy double doors leading outside and began the memorable walk home. She texted Dyani and let her know not to wait for her after school before shoving her phone in her pocket and ignoring any replies.
The same familiar silver sports car that she had been seeing the past few days was parked at the side of the street, and she walked by it, not even noticing it was there.
A/N: And again I plague you with another author's note! But, if you are reading this, then I assume you have read the chapter! SO REVIEW OR I'LL SIC MY CAT ON YOU! I mean it!
Oh, and I'm looking for recruits for my Medics army, tell me if you're interested.