Well, the people have spoken! By popular demand, this story is the first to be updated!
Now, before we go any further, I'd like to point out that this is a Multiverser fanfiction. This means that the main character is an all-powerful OC, who is capable of doing anything and may come off as a Gary Stu-like person in some cases. If this is not your kind of story, please turn around and leave the story. If this IS your kind of story, please continue onwards and enjoy!
I'd also like to provide to you readers a list of the girls in my harem, both confirmed and possible/friends with benefits. Keep in mind that this list is capable of being changed as time goes on:
DEFINITE HAREM MEMBERS:
-Arcee
-June Darby (can you blame me for being attracted to her?)
-Airachnid
-Miko Nakadai
-Sierra
POSSIBLE HAREM MEMBERS/FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS:
-Airachnid (Shattered Glass version) (Yes, I WILL be doing a Shattered Glass arc in the story)
-Arcee (Shattered Glass version)
-Belle (Sierra's friend. She never really got a name in the series)
Another thing I wish to point out is that this chapter continues a certain little subplot that I began in my most recent chapter of Young Multiverser. If you are able to notice what it is, kudos to you.
And now, here's the disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM THE TRANSFORMERS FRANCHISE IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM! IF I DID, I'D HAVE MADE THE SECOND TRANSFORMERS MOVIE WAY, WAY BETTER THAN IT WAS!
With all of that out of the way, let's begin the second chapter, shall we?
Chapter 2: 'Bots, 'Cons, and Damaged Men
Michael's POV:
Today was not going to be a good day for the Decepticons, that much could be noticed.
It all started when Megatron finally returned to Earth, after spending years on Cybertron searching for something. Something that could allow them to conquer the planet with ease. That should've been a good thing for the Cons, but then they heard news that he had shown up to greet Megatron.
The Multiverser.
Now that Megatron and the Multiverser were both back, everyone started working harder than before, lest they become the targets of their master's wrath. Which was why every available Vehicon was currently working in an energon mine directly below the Nemesis' current position (somewhere in Nebraska), with Megatron personally overseeing the mining.
"Of the enegon deposits we have located while you were away Lord Megatron, this one is by far the most significant. Drones have been mining without a pause during your absence, and have amassed quite a stockpile. You there! Fetch me a sample!"
"Starscream!" Megatron bellowed. "Now that I have returned, I will issue the commands."
"I understand, Lord Megatron," Starscream said reluctantly. "Then as your humble servant, shall I ready the Space Bridge, to bring forth the Decepticon army you have surely gathered during your three years in space?"
"My army will come. But my time away has yielded a more intriguing means of materializing them...as well as dealing with the Multiverser." With that said, he brought up into view a shard of Energon, purple in color and practically radiating evil. "The solidified form of the matter the ancient texts referred to as 'The Blood of Unicron!'"
"Unicron the Destroyer," Starscream said in awe. "But it is said that his blood is the anti-Spark!"
"Plucked from cosmic shores, gaze upon Dark Energon!"
"Legend tells that it holds the power to...revive the dead," the seeker quietly trailed off.
"We require only a cadaver to be certain." Wielding the shard close to his second-in-command, the tyrant asked "Are you willing to make the ultimate sacrifice?"
With a nervous chuckle, Starscream said "That may not be necessary. If I may, Lord Megatron?" He motioned for one of the Vehicons to bring something forward. That something being a Vehicon corpse, courtesy of Cliffjumper a few days ago. "Consider it a welcome home present."
Well, it wouldn't be long now. Once Megatron jabbed the shard into the cadaver, the false signal I planted inside would bring the Autobots here, and continue to set things in motion. I felt rotten with having to trick them like this, but it wasn't like the real Cliff would be of any help.
{Michael, focus.}
'Right. Thanks, Jack.' Deciding I overstayed my welcome for now, I disappeared from the mines.
"...And since you now know of our existence, I fear that as of last night the Decepticons know of yours." I had finally tuned back into what Optimus was saying as I brought my double away from the mines.
"I think I can handle myself," I said as I showed off Equinox. "That being said, I'm not willing to let the others get hurt."
"Are you saying what I think you're trying to say?" Miko began. "'Cause if so, then stop thinking it! I'm living a dream here in Bots-wana, and I will not allow you or anyone else to shatter it!"
"Whoa, whoa, easy there, spitfire!" I exclaimed. "I was thinking maybe we could get backup from our new friends here." Leaning in, I whispered "Plus, I'd rather die than go back to a boring life here in Jasper bumfuck Nevada." That got a good laugh out of her.
"Indeed," Optimus nodded. "At least until we can determine our enemies intentions."
"Optimus," Ratchet intervened. "With all due respect, the human children are in as much danger here as anywhere!"
"Hey, rustbucket!" I called out. "One, we're right here, you know! Second, I'm seventeen years old!"
Ignoring my comment, Ratchet continued "They have no protective shell! If they get underfoot they will go Squish!"
With a humored smile, Optimus simply said "Then for the time being, Ratchet, we must watch where we step." As soon as he said that, an alert went off.
"What's that?" Miko asked.
"Proximity sensor," Bumblebee responded (with Raf providing translation to Miko). "Someone's on top."
Bringing up an image of the top of the silo, a helicopter's shown landing, with a currently irate passenger heading down here. "It's Agent Fowler," Ratchet stated.
"I-I thought we were the only humans who know about you guys," Raf said nervously.
"Special Agent Fowler is our designated liason to the outside world," Optimus explained. "As he tends to visit only when there are issues. It may be best if you did not meet him at this time."
"Copy that, boss bot," I said with a salute. "Come on guys, let's hide before we create a nightmare for the government to deal with."
{You'd want to do that anyway, though.}
'True, but not right at this minute.'
Hiding away, I peaked my head out as the elevator opened up, revealing a heavyset African American man, wearing a gray business suit that stretched over his gut and a tie. Former U.S. Army Ranger/Special Agent William 'Bill' Fowler, the only government official I know from the show that I like. "Seven wrecks, thirty-four fender benders, a three hour traffic jam, and on particular note: numerous reports of a speeding motorcycle of unknown make, and a black-and-yellow custom muscle car!" the agent listed off in annoyance. "So, anything you care to get off your tin chest, Prime?"
Not even a 'Good afternoon, Prime,' or a 'How're you doing today, everyone?' I knew he'd become more cooler as the series went on, but right now, he's an ass.
"We have the situation under control, Agent Fowler," Optimus calmly answered.
Fowler didn't let up, though. "They're back, aren't they?"
"If you are referring to the Decepticons, I have doubts that they ever left," Optimus said. "Your planet is much too valuable."
"Then it's time to wake up the Pentagon."
{Oh yeah, bring in the government. That'll work out with nothing backfiring,} Jack sarcastically stated.
'Worst case scenario: they'd end up exposing the Autobots, and M.E.C.H. would be all over this place like cops at a doughnut shop.'
"Hear me, Agent Fowler," Optimus warned. "We are your best- possibly your only defense- against Decepticon threat."
"Says you," Fowler scoffed.
"Hey, fleshy! Did anyone get splattered on that freeway?" Bulkhead defended as he tore a mechanical arm off of Ratchet's workbench. "Team Prime knows when to use force." One crushed tool later, he finished "And how much to use."
"Bulkhead! I needed that!" I struggled to stifle my laughter at Ratchet's misfortune, Miko and Raf joining in.
"Enough!" said Optimus. "Military involvement will only result in catastrophe. Perhaps you can condone widespread human casualties, Agent Fowler. I, however, cannot."
"Then do us both a favor and handle this, Prime. Under the radar." Before departing, he threw in one last jab. "Or I will." And like that, the elevator doors closed.
"...Pretty big bearings," Bulkhead stated. "For a human."
Playing the Devil's Advocate, Optimus replied "Agent Fowler is concerned for his world Bulkhead, as he should be."
"Still doesn't make him any less of an ass," I threw in as Miko, Raf and I walked into view. "Or, in your case, would it be more correct to say 'aft'?"
Chuckling, Bulkhead said "I hear you there, kid."
And a few seconds later, Megatron did his thing. As evidenced by what happened next. "Blasted Earth tech! Cliffjumper's signal popped back online," Ratchet grumbled.
"Who's Cliffjunper?" Miko asked.
"How is that possible?" Optimus inquired.
"It isn't," answered Ratchet. "Another bug! The system is chock-full of them."
Arcee turned to Optimus, saying "If there's any chance Cliff's alive..." I couldn't help but flinch as she said that. It hurt, knowing I was playing around with her hopes like that. I really hope that I don't have to do anything like this again afterwards.
"Ratchet, prepare sickbay," Optimus ordered. "We may need it."
"Hey! What can we do?"
Turning to face Miko, the Prime answered "The three of you will remain with Ratchet."
"Aaaawww!" Miko and I groaned (the latter causing Arcee to roll her optics).
"Aaaawww!" Ratchet groaned in response.
A moment later, the Ground Bridge came online, its green-blue light filling the tunnel as Team Prime readied itself. "Autobots, roll out!" With those words, the four of them transformed and disappeared through the vortex.
"...Kick-ass," I whispered.
Slightly bewildered, Miko asked "What just happened?"
"I transported them to the designated coordinates via the Ground Bridge," Ratchet answered.
"What's a Ground Bridge?" Raf asked.
With a groan, Ratchet said "A scaled down version of Space Bridge technology. Since we don't currently possess the means or the Energon required for intergalactic travel..."
"You're stranded here," I stated as a matter-of-fact, even though I already knew. "On Earth."
"With the likes of you, yes." Though I glared at him for the disrespect, he continued "But I constructed the Ground Bridge to enable travel from here to anywhere on your planet."
"Whoa," Raf breathed. "Does it work for humans, too?"
"Naturally," Ratchet answered.
"You mean I could just shoot on over and visit my parents in Tokyo?"
"Within moments," was the answer to Miko's question. "In fact, allow me to send you there immediately, all three of you."
Bringing out Equinox, I playfully (yet a bit threateningly) said "Don't push it, Ratchet."
Third Person's POV:
The Ground Bridge opened up deep within the darkness of the mine (though not completely dark, due to the Energon), not a soul or Con in sight. The four Autobots transformed, blasters primed and ready for a fight.
"Energon mine!" Bulkhead stated as he took in the surroundings.
"Judging by it's scale, the Decepticons have been tunneling here for quite some time," Optimus deduced. Noticing the sounds of Energon being cut, they silently made their way up to a group of Vehicons, carving up and loading out carts and crates full of Energon.
Optimus then stood up, making his way to the Cons. "Let's find Cliffjumper!"
"Mind if I lend a hand, Prime?"
The four Bots turned around to find the source of the voice, all of them surprised at what they found: a human-sized male, wearing a white hoodie with a dark blue hood and dark blue sleeves (which Bumblebee recognized from a game of assassins that humans liked to play) with padded blue pants and a pair of white combat boots. His face was hidden by a featureless metal mask with two eye holes. Strapped to his back was a straight-edged katana, whose sheath appeared to be a rifle, as well as a backpack.
"I mean, I was here first, but I wouldn't mind sharing in the aft kicking with you," the figure continued.
Visibly shocked as he was, Optimus calmly asked "Why are you here?"
"Simple. Megatron's got some serious shit planned, and I'm planning on wrecking it."
"Fair enough," Arcee said, though she obviously didn't trust this newcomer. "Mind telling us who you are, though?"
"Arcee, you're telling me you don't even remember me?" the figure asked in a falsely hurt tone. "None of you? I'm crushed."
"We've met?" the femme asked in confusion.
"Of course we did. Who d'ya think got your sexy aft out of Shockwave's lab? Along with Cliff's."
Her eyes widened in shock and recognition (along with a blush from being called sexy), soon followed by Optimus. "The Multiverser," he whispered, though loud enough for the others to hear.
"Good to see you again, Optimus," the Multiverser/Michael said. "Wish it was under better circumstances."
"Wait wait wait," Bulkhead interjected. "This is the Multverser? The person on par with the 13 Primes? This small fry?!"
"I might be small, but I can still kick you from here to Buckingham Palace," the demi-god replied without missing a beat.
"I have no doubt you could," Optimus responded with a chuckle. "But I'd prefer you didn't hurt any of my comrades."
"Ah, I was just messing around, Prime. Anyway, what brings you four here?"
"We picked up a transmission, indicating one of our own was here," Bumblebee answered. "We're here to get him back."
Humming, the Multiverser/Michael took a look at the Vehicons mining Energon before turning to the Autobots. "I'll provide a distraction for you four. During the chaos, grab your friend and get out of here."
"What about you?" Arcee asked.
"Please, it'll take more than some glorified Stormtroopers to take me down." That got a good chuckle out of a few of them, as they recalled watching that piece of human culture once. Bringing out his rifle Avalon, he ran ahead as he continued "Just wait for my signal."
"Wait, what-" he was well out of hearing range by the time Arcee finished "signal? *sigh* Scrap."
As soon as he was out of sight, Michael teleported to a nearby drilling machine, looking at it thoughtfully. Bringing his hand up to an earpiece, he turned off his voice scrambler and asked "Hey, Akima? How much C4 would it take to cause some significant damage to a drill this size?"
["Considering its made from Starscream's specifications?"] inquired his lovely A.I./girlfriend. ["I'd say no more than 32 ounces."]
"Ugh, I freaking hate metric system. Okay, how much in American?"
A short pause. ["Um, let's see...carry the two, and then, uh-"]
"You know what, fuck the math," he stated as he cut her off. "I'm just gonna use a shit ton for all of the spots."
["I don't think that's such a good idea,"] she responded.
"Relax, Akima. I'll make sure that the 'Bots don't get caught up in the inevitable explosion."
["Not the point, Michael. Which reminds me, I haven't forgotten the last time you tried out that much explosives in one place."]
"I said I was sorry!" he exclaimed. "How was I supposed to know the explosive would be that powerful?!"
["You're just lucky the Anima Invicta didn't go up in smoke and flames,"] she deadpanned. ["Though it was enough to keep you from getting any of me for a whole month,"] she continued with a smirk that could practically be heard over the line. ["Which is what'll happen again if you try mixing C4 with under-age gamer's rage."]
The Multiverser shuddered in fear as she said that. Not because of the bomb he tried to create, even though he swore to never try and make a weapon with under-age gamer's rage without professional help. Seriously, the carnage of that blast was something that would be considered a war crime.
No, he shivered at something far worse.
The fear of being cut of from sex.
It is sad, but guys tend to have a one track mind on that kind of stuff once they're introduced to the joys of sex. Michael was no different.
With a nervous laugh, Michael said "There's no need to go that far, Kat."
["We'll see. So, when exactly are you planning on filling Duncan in on the fact that you've been taking a few raids in this world?"]
"Soon enough," Michael responded as he continued laying explosives all over the Energon mine, taking great care to make sure they wouldn't set off a chain reaction that would bring the whole place down ahead of schedule. "Should the need arise. In the meantime, I'm more concerned about Masamune-chan."
He could practically hear he wince. ["How bad?"]
"Her hairline fracture's getting worse. I think its even starting to grow across the blade."
"I told you, I'm fine."
"The cracks say otherwise, Masamune-chan."
"Look, can we focus on making the lives of the Decepticons hell right now?" the Zanpakuto spirit asked. "We can talk about how I'm doing afterwards."
"Fine," Michael grumbled. "But this isn't over." Teleporting to a nearby rock, he brought up a holographic pad listing where each group of explosives were placed, with buttons to show which group he wanted to set off first. "You watching?"
["Are you kidding?"] she asked rhetorically. ["Everyone on the main deck is watching. They even brought bags of popcorn."]
"Well then," Michael began with a shit eating grin as his thumb hovered over the detonation button, "let's give 'em a show."
Back with the rest of the 'Bots, Bumblebee asked "So, what do you think he's going to do?"
"Knowing him, something worthy of getting the Decepticons to take notice of him," Optimus answered.
"What d'ya think he means by that?" Bulkhead asked Arcee.
"I don't know," she responded. "Maybe break a drill, or set off an alarm, or-"
*BOOM!*
*B-B-BOOM!*
*KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
A moment later, the alarms went off as Vehicons started rushing toward the source of the explosion. Standing on top of a ruined pile of mining equipment, the Multiverser/Michael was brandishing Avalon as he fired round after round at the troopers and knocking them out cold, all while saying things like "GET SOME!" or "SUCK IT, 'CONS!"
"...Or he could destroy a bunch of mining equipment and start shooting at every 'Con in sight," Arcee deadpanned in awe.
Bulkhead laughed at the sight. "I like this guy. He'd make one heck of a Wrecker."
"You can get his autograph later. Right now, we need to save Cliff."
"Arcee is correct," Optimus stated. "Autobots, move out!" As he said that, they charged out from behind their hiding spot and headed to where 'Cliffjumper's' signal came from. A few Vehicons noticed them, and moved to intercept (though were brutally beaten back).
Arcee leaped into the air, blasting at every 'Con she could as she got closer and closer. Hell, she even managed a sweet takedown, ripping a Vehicon's head off with her own two feet. She was followed by Bumblebee, who swiftly dodged an oncoming drill as it was taken down by Optimus.
While the 'Bots fought off the few that noticed them, Michael was busy fighting the rest. Shots were fired from ever direction, each and every one of them missing. "Come on!" Michael exclaimed. "If you don't try harder, you might as well start painting yourselves white and black to really make yourselves look like Stormtroopers!"
To his surprise, it seemed that there were quite a few who were aware of the existence of Star Wars, as many ferociously charged forward to kill the Multiverser. Michael responded by simply drawing out Masamune and leaping forward, hacking and slashing at every 'Con that got close enough to him (though they all survived the onslaught, as he aimed for the limbs).
Eventually, the Autobots managed to get to the end of the tunnel, just as Michael finished up with the 'Cons in there and began to gain the attention of the ones in the main section of the mine.
"Quite an operation," Bulk commented as the team saw the haul of Energon. Almost immediately after he said that, the 'Cons took notice of them and began opening fire on them as well as Michael. Try as he might, he couldn't stop some of them from pinning down the 'Bots.
Arcee's scanner sprung to life, indicating the source of Cliffjumper's signal. "It's Cliff!" Arcee said over the laser fire. "I have a signal lock."
"We'll cover you! Go!" As soon as those words left the Prime's mouth, Arcee leaped over the crates and made a mad dash for her fallen friend. Taking notice of this, Michael left behind a decoy of himself as he took off after the blue femme. Blasting and running over every 'Con in her path, Arcee managed to get up to where Cliff was located...
...only to have her Spark broken at the sight before her, mixed with a look of horror. Instead of finding her horned, wise-cracking partner, she found the corpse of a Vehicon, sliced clean in two by Megatron. Except it wasn't even a Vehicon anymore. Thanks to the Dark Energon flowing through it, the corpse had become something far, far worse.
A Terrorcon: a mindless, undead Cybertronian, whose only purpose in life was to destroy everything in its path. That is the army Megatron intended to bring to Earth.
'Not if I can help it,' Michael thought. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the Terrorcon take a swipe at Arcee, scratching her hand pretty badly. He jumped enough to the side to be able to take a shot at the thing, blowing its head clean off. While Michael may refrain from killing, he knew that there was nothing left to kill in the Terrorcon.
Which meant there was no holding back.
"Arcee," Michael said as he turned his voice scramble back on. "You okay?"
The look on her face was one he'd seen before. Shattered hopes were never something he wanted to see in anyone. "That wasn't Cliff," she said remorsefully. "It wasn't even a 'Con."
Before anything else could be said, the pompous laughter of Starscream got everyone's attention. He sauntered into view, a bomb in his hand clear to see. "Prime. I'd stick around but I'm squeamish." With that, he activated the bomb and dropped it into a pile of Energon, giving him the chance to transform and fly out of the mine.
"The whole place's gonna blow!" Michael cried out.
"Autobots, roll out!" As the others transformed, Arcee took a look back at Michael, not wanting to leave him behind.
"Don't worry about me!" he called out. "I have my own way out!" With that said, he disappeared in a blinding light, leaving no sign that he was there. A few seconds later, as Arcee raced to catch up to the others, the bomb went off. An explosion of Energon flames raced through the tunnels, threatening to overtake the Autobots.
"Ratchet! Bridge us back!" Prime ordered. "Use the arrival coordinates. Now!" Not a second later, the Ground Bridge opened up in front of them, bringing them back to their home base.
Michael's POV:
"Cutting it a bit close," Ratchet dryly commented. "How about Cliffjumper?"
Taking notice of their expressions, I sadly noted "I don't think now's the time, Ratchet." He caught onto what I meant, and took on a solemn gaze.
"What was that explosion?" Miko asked. "Was there a fight? Can we come with next time?"
*SLAM*
"Miko!" I yelled angrily. Everyone's eyes/optics were on me as I vented. "I think its pretty obvious they weren't able to save their friend. This isn't the time for questions, so give them some space!" Miko was a bit unnerved by my outburst, but took the hint. Arcee was simply grateful for my consideration.
"Arcee, what did you see?" Optimus asked.
Clutching her sides as she remembered the sight, she shivered. "Not Cliff," she replied shakily. "It was a...I can't even call it a 'Con anymore. It was mutated. Butchered, like something from those 'Con experiments during the war." She nearly fainted at that point, grabbing onto a crate for support.
"Arcee!" Bee cried out. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," she said placatingly. "Just, a little dizzy, that's all."
"Robots who get dizzy?" Miko asked.
"Robots with emotions," Raf observed.
"Robots, who can die," I solemnly finished.
As Ratchet took a few scans of Arcee, he noticed something on her knee. "What is this?" he asked solemnly.
"Don't know. The 'Con was covered in it. Leaking it."
Scraping the Dark Energon off of her hand, Ratchet said "Go take a decontamination bath. Now!" Arcee was helped up by Bumblebee, while I simply frowned. Not only did I get her hopes up and dash them, but my actions ended up getting Arcee hurt. I knew it had to be done, but it didn't make anything better. Maybe with time, it-
{Wait, did you say time?}
Widening my eyes, Jack's observation made me realize the time. "Hey, Optimus," I said. "I hate to bug you, but there are no bars here."
"A security precaution," the Prime explained. "The silo walls isolate all radiowaves."
"Well, if I didn't call my mom like now I'm pretty sure cops will be out looking for me."
"Have you broken the law?"
"Yeah, my mom's law known as curfew," I deadpanned. "It's after 10 P.M."
"I better get home too," Raf added, "or I'll be grounded for year."
"Earth customs. I hadn't considered that," Optimus said as he thought it over. "But the issue of your safety remains. Bulkhead! Accompany Miko home."
"Awesome!" Miko exclaimed. "My host parents will freak!"
"And maintain covert surveillance in vehicle form," Optimus added.
"Curbside duty, got it," Bulkhead confirmed. That only got Miko to groan in depression, and me to chuckle at the Asian spitfire.
"Bumblebee! You'll watch over Raf." The two nodded at each other, a silent agreement on the matter. "Ratchet!"
"Busy!" he called out without turning around, just as Arcee got out of decontamination.
"Arcee. You'll accompany Michael."
I could tell she didn't want this, even as she said "Ooh, still dizzy."
"Your fine! Says your physician." I couldn't help but grin as Arcee sighed in annoyance.
Third Person's POV:
They managed to get back to the Darby residence before June, and pulled into the garage. It had been a long, uncomfortable drive the whole way there. "Arcee," Michael began. "I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry for your loss."
"What could you possibly know about loss?" she coldly asked.
"What, you think you're the only one with problems?!" he angrily asked her.
Transforming into her robot form, she dryly shot back "I'm not sure 'girl trouble' counts," with a scowl.
Looking down, Michael softly responded "I lost everything, Arcee." Arcee's optics widened a bit as he said that. "I once had a different family, a different life. But that life was taken away from me because of a monster. As a result, I can never see my old family again. I can never see my old friends again. Everyone I loved, everyone I cared for..." he turned around at that point, unwilling to let her see the tears that were starting to well up in the corners of my eyes. "You have no idea how much it hurts...knowing that you can never have the life you once had. Never see your loved ones again."
Arcee stared at her new ward in a whole new light. This was not the happy-go-lucky boy who whooped 'Con aft yesterday with a smile on his face. Not the confident person who acted as if nothing could affect him, ready to take on the world. No, before her was an older, damaged man. Someone who experienced loss as she did.
A common soul, as humans would say.
"Michael, I-" She was cut off as someone pulled into the driveway. "'Cons?!"
"No! Mom!" Michael rushed out into the driveway, trying to stall his mom long enough so Arcee could transform back into cycle mode.
"Michael?" she asked as she got out.
Chuckling, Michael began "Mom! Don't freak, I can explain!"
"Can you?" Walking into the garage, she gestured at Arcee- now in cycle form- as she said "Michael Darby, we've talked about this."
"I know, and-"
"You don't know!" she cut him off. "I worry about you enough when you're not here, especially when you get into fights. And now I have to worry about you driving a motorcycle?"
"I'm seventeen," Michael defended, "I can't be riding a ten-speed forever!"
"How did you even afford this?"
"It's used! It's abused, really. It needs a ton of repairs, but the point is...I may have been a kid when I bought this," Michael said as he placed his hand on a red and black helmet, "but I'm not anymore. And you always tell me to make responsible choices. Well, I chose her. And I'll be responsible with her."
"Her? I didn't think you'll be bringing girls home just yet."
Laughing at her quip, Michael said "I like to think she brought me."
"Well, I'm glad you finally have a reason to wear your helmet, every single time you ride." she emphasized as she stuck her finger in my face. "You will take me for a spin every once in a while." It was almost as if she was asking.
'Oh, I'd love to take you for more than a ride, you sexy-'
{DUDE! SHE, IS, OUR MOTHER!}
'Can't stop me from fantasizing, Jack.'
{Agh!}
Chuckling, Michael said "We'll see. She's kinda temperamental." With that said, he turned off the lights and shut the garage door, leaving Arcee to settle in for the night as she thought over her new charge's words.
The sounds of a motorcycle revving up shattered the calm morning, as Michael stuck his head into the garage. "Shh! Quiet down, will you?! You'll wake up my mom!"
"Grab your helmet, it's go time."
"It's Saturday!" Michael exclaimed. He still planned on going with her to the base, but he hated being woken up early in the morning. Most people who woke him up early in the morning tended to get hurt.
"You can watch cartoons back at base with Bumblebee."
"Cartoons? I'm seventeen!" Michael muttered.
{You still watch cartoons, though.}
'Hey, just because I've gotten older, doesn't mean I can't enjoy cartoons. That's how I discovered many of the worlds I inhabit. Hell, it's how I discovered this world, remember?'
He has a point, Jack, Masamune defended.
['A very good point,'] Akima added.
{Not helping, you two.}
"And leave a note for your mom! She worries!"
"Already did, 'Cee!" Arcee blushed at the nickname, just as Michael got his helmet on and rode her out.
About half an hour later, they were nearing the Autobot Outpost when Arcee asked "What you told me last night...did you mean it?"
He sighed. "Yeah. But I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell the others, okay? I don't want to bother them about it."
"Okay, fair enough," she said as they passed through the secret entrance. "But you'll have to tell them sooner or-"
*CRASH*
"...Later?"
Ratchet stumbling through the base, screaming at the top of whatever counts as his lungs as he struggled to rip a living claw off of his face, which was connected to a bunch of wires that wrapped themselves around his arms and head. "IT'S TRYING TO EAT MY FACE!"
While Arcee stood there, unsure of what to make of the odd sight before her, Michael did the only thing he could do at that moment: take out his phone and record the whole thing, saying something about how this was going into his 'Cybertronian's Best Goofs' folder. The first video being his beat-down of the Vehicons the other day. "...I swear, I'm gonna make a fortune off of this shit," Michael said with a barely contained laugh, just as Ratchet slammed into a computer screen.
And that's a wrap!
So, a bit more about Michael's personality has surfaced, showing his regret in tricking his allies and his hurt in never being able to see his old family again. His asshole side was also shown some more, as seen with his filming Ratchet's suffering. And with Masamune's damage becoming more and more apparent, one has to wonder what the final outcome will be.
Until next time, please review and/or comment. BUT NO FLAMES!
Hero of the Multiverse, signing out!