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"talking"

"Cybertronian"

Thinking

'Maxx's notes'

2 – Dent – 2

Her hand rested against his warm metal cheek for the fraction of a second before he jerked in what she could only guess was surprise. Swiftly, he turned his head and looked at her with those laser-blue eyes. She stood there, unmoving, feeling like all the air had flowed from her lungs. Her mouth was open slightly from shock and her eyes were impossibly wide. She didn't know what to do. She had gotten his attention, but she still couldn't tell him who she was!

Quickly, she took her notebook out of her pocket along with a pen. She always kept those in her pocket just in case she ran into someone when she was alone. Hastily, she scribbled onto a clean sheet: 'Do you speak English? Can you read this?' she then showed the piece of paper to him. She watched as he focused on the paper. He seemed to study it deeply, as if it was the first time he had seen the language. But then he looked her in the eye, and answered her fears. And her fears were for naught.

"Yes, I can read that. Why do you ask?"

He answered her slowly, sluggishly. But his voice! It was so different! It sounded tinny—robotic even. Yet it held the male undertones of a voice you would hear from a normal human male. A relieved look appeared in her eyes as she looked at him, but she didn't write anything else on the paper yet. She waited for him to ask another question, in which he did.

"Well? Are you going to say something?"

Her perky look dropped at that. She quickly tore the used sheet of paper off of the pad and scribbled on a fresh page. 'I can't speak. I am mute. An accident took my voice from me.' She showed him the pad again and watched as he read what she wrote. His expression went from calm to slightly upset.

"I am sorry…for your loss."

'It's okay. I'm getting used to it. But this is how I communicate.'

"I…see…"

She smiled. 'My name is Maxine Xavier, but you can call me Maxx. What's your name?'

After he had finished reading her latest note, he paused to think, but then grew worried. "I can't…I can't remember…"

Maxx's eyes widened. 'Y-you can't remember? That's horrible!'

"Indeed," he sighed. He turned his head and looked up at the sky, which was a bright blue. Like his lifeblood. "I feel lost, disjointed from reality. How is one to go about without a name? How is one supposed to talk to me when they don't know who I am, even when I don't even know who I am."

Maxx crawled up onto his chest, trusting him enough not to accidentally hurt her since he seemed so docile. She sat down on the edge of the metal that protected his neck, like the collar of a shirt. She held up another note for him to see. 'Do you want another name until you can remember your original one?' she blinked innocently.

He read the note before he looked her in the eye again. There was a pause as they both just seemed to regard each other in silence. But then he said, "I can't think of a possible name for myself. Do you…do you have a suggestion?"

She held up another note. 'I haven't seen you in action yet, because I have a feeling that a guy like you got your name from your actions—like a rank.' She held up another note. 'But just by looking at you, I think…' She lowered the notebook and stared at him. Her green eyes studied him as she thought about a good name idea. Her face brightened as an idea came to mind. 'I know! You have a small dent in your cheek, so would it be okay if I called you "Dent"?'

After he had read the note, he pondered the offered name for several minutes. But then he smiled slightly. "It will do."

I hope no one will laugh at the name "Dent", Maxx mused.

"Dent" went to get to his feet, but Maxx, noticing this, forcefully sat down on the tender-looking cables on his neck. Dent grunted and was forced to lay back down. She held up another note with a glare. 'You are really hurt. You're leaking blue stuff all over the place. I don't think it's wise for you to move just yet.'

"Blue…stuff…?" Dent repeated slowly. Maxx nodded vigorously and pointed down at a slow stream of the 'blue stuff' that was leaking from his shoulder. He took it in before his eyes almost widened comically. "I—I'm leaking!" he exclaimed. He sat up abruptly, sending Maxx sprawling heavily to the ground.

The world spun, and it took a while for her body to realize that she was laying down now. When her vision straightened, she sat up and saw her notebook and pen laying five feet from where she was sitting. So she crawled over to them and picked them up. Then she scribbled furiously on the pad for several seconds as Dent laid back down, seemingly exhausted one more. He must of lost a lot more of that blue stuff then I realized, Maxx mused gravely as she finished her note and tore it from the book.

Scrambling back onto his chest, she gave him a look that said 'Be more careful, moron' before she lifted up the note into his view. 'Be careful when you sit up like that! I could have gotten hurt.'

He sighed after he read the note and allowed his head to thunk back against the ground. He blinked a few times and silence settled down on the clearing again. "I guess…this is when I'm supposed to say 'I'm sorry'?" He didn't look back up at her.

She stood up on his "collar" and leaned forward. When she was about to tip over, she stopped, her face appearing in his sight (by the way the glowing blue rings that made up his irises focused on her). She nodded, indicating that she had accepted his apology.

He sighed again before he suddenly furrowed his eyebrows. "I just saw something…" he said, puzzled. "Words just appeared in the sky." Maxx glanced upward questioningly, but then returned her attention to him. "They're telling me that my 'Energon Levels' have dropped to 18%. It demands that I 'find more Energon or an alternate source of fuel'. W-what does that mean?"

Maxx thought about it for a few seconds, tapping her finger against her chin. But then she began to scribble more writing onto a fresh page in her notebook. She ripped it out and showed it him. 'This must be appearing on a "Heads-Up Display". The alternate source of fuel could be gasoline.' She dropped that note and wrote another one. She showed him it. 'I know where there's a gas station. It's just—or not even—half a kilometer from here. It's where hikers can take a break and get something to eat. I'll get some for you.'

"Uh…alright. J-just don't let any of those 'hikers' hurt you," Dent said quietly.

Maxx grinned. 'Silly. "Hikers" are people like me! But I'll be careful. I'm thankful that you care.' With that, she stuffed her notebook into her pocket along with the pen, and jumped off of him. She waved back at him before she dashed off into the trees, ripping shreds of her used notes to mark a trail so that she wouldn't forget her way.

She ran as fast as she could up the trail. Her backpack bounced lightly against her back, since she didn't pack much for her hike, and it allow her to run quickly as she made her way up the trail and towards the gas station.

I wonder why I didn't freak out more when I met Dent? I could have at least screamed. But then again, I can't speak so no sound would have come out, she thought. I must have viewed him as some large…tall…person—not some scary robot. And he was hurt… She shook her head and continued to run. By the time the gas station came into view, she was panting, and slightly sweaty.

She slowed to a stop and walked the rest of the way, hoping the redness in her face (caused by her exertion) would fade by the time she reached the gas station. She stepped up to the front door and entered the station, beginning to regain her breath. Inside, she smiled when she was blasted by air-conditioned air. It had been getting quite hot when the trees had begun to thin out.

Maxx walked over to where the jerrycans were on display, and looked for the biggest one. Dent needed to get a lot of liquid into him, and he needed it fast. She took a 5.3 gallon, red, jerrycan and quickly walked to the front. Her heart began to flutter in worry for her new friend as she came to stand in line behind a mountain biker and a trucker who had stopped to grab some lunch. She began to tap her foot in what, to others, looked to be impatience. But truthfully, she was worried.

But every minute she spent longer, the more Dent lost that blue stuff. The more blue stuff leaked from him, the weaker he got. Maxx didn't want anyone else to see him. Giant robot + possible extraterrestrial background = possible government involvement and disturbance. She didn't want that. She had heard the rumors of how, if the government got their hands on an "alien", they would dissect them, learn about them, and probably take their technology. Maxx didn't want something like that to happen to Dent.

Her turn came, and she smiled at the man behind the counter. She knew this man, since he ran the things she bought here on her hike through the till every time. "What will it be today, Maxx?" he asked kindly.

Maxx placed the note on the countertop next to the jerrycan so that he was able to read it. 'Can you fill this up? My car ran out of gas when I reached the beginning of trail.' It was a lie, and she knew it. But she kept her face neutral in order to not let the man, Mr. Joe Whit, know she was lying.

He smiled at her and nodded. She paid for it before he lead her out to one of the gas pumps. He filled it up, and sent her back down the trail with a smile. Maxx waved back at him before she began to lug the jerrycan back to where her new out-of-this-world acquaintance lay.

And the farther she got down the trail, the heavier the jerrycan seemed to become. She wasn't much of a heavy lifter. The most she could heft without being uncomfortable was twenty to thirty pounds. This seemed to weigh more, to her anyway. By the time she reached the area where she saw the beginning of her paper-bit trail, her shoulders ached so much she was worried her arms were going to pop out of her shoulder-sockets. She took deep breaths, glad for once that no sound came out.

She followed the small pieces of paper until she reached the clearing. There, she stumbled across it until she came to Dent's side. She blinked and set the jerrycan down as she noticed how still Dent was. She wiped the sweat off of her brow, seeing how he just laid there. She touched his side, wanting him to sit up. Dent stirred, and looked at her, his eyes dim to the point of almost being dark. It made her heart wobble in worry.

'Can you sit up? I've got an alternate source of fuel.' She watched him blink before he dug his fingers into soft forest floor. She watched as he painfully heaved himself into a sitting position. The metal he wore seemed to vibrate and shiver as he slumped forward slightly, showing how low on energy he was. Awkwardly, Maxx guided one of his hands to the jerrycan. He picked it up, took the lid off, and brought it to his lips.

Maxx watched with fascination as he seemed to drink the gasoline, using the jerrycan like a cup. As his body seemed to accept it, his eyes brightened. That made her smile slightly in relief.

Dent put the jerrycan down, now that it was empty, and narrowed his eyes. "Those words tell me that my 'systems' have accepted the gas-o-leene. But it won't be long before I will need more. It seems that my system consumes a lot." He seemed stronger now. He slowly got to his feet, and Maxx gaped up at him as he straightened.

The trees still towered over him, but Maxx felt very small beside him. His ankle came up to her waist, making him really, really tall. Maybe eighteen or nineteen feet tall.

She saw how he was right about it not being long before he would have to refuel. She had forgotten to think about his gashes and cuts and scrapes. They continued to leak the blue stuff (she contemplated if it was his version of blood. Maybe it was), and Maxx wondered if there was a possibility that robots like Dent could heal themselves, like cuts on humans eventually sealed up and disappeared on their own. It seemed that Dent couldn't remember anything, so she doubted he would remember if his body could do anything like that.

"My…my 'Heads-Up Display' as you call it, tells me I need to find a new 'alternate-mode'. What is an alternate-mode?" Dent looked down at her.

Maxx's eyebrows rose. She shrugged. She wrote another note before she held it up. Dent bent down and read it. 'I don't know. What does it look like?'

He blinked once before a far way look appeared in his eyes. "It has four…um…I think they're called wheels?"

Maxx contemplated this. Four wheels. Well, cars had four wheels. Could he make a car his alternate mode? She asked him this.

"I do not know, Maxx…" a lost expression appeared on his face. "It's like I should know these things. But I do not. It frightens me." he grimaced.

Maxx frowned sadly. 'I know. It would scare me too. But let's go check it out. A lot of cars drive up and down this road. Maybe you could pick out one you like…?' She waited for an answer as he thought heavily about this. All the while, blue liquid continued to leak from him, but it seemed to have slowed some.

When he nodded, she smiled slightly. She held up another note. 'Let's go, then. I'll lead you down to where my car is, and while you hide among the trees, you can choose an alternate-mode.' He nodded again, but this time in confirmation. Maxx smiled again before she lead him to the path, and then back to the car. It wasn't too far, actually, since she had barely started her hike before she came across Dent.

She skipped some before she reached her vehicle, a beat-up old yellow VW Beetle. She stood by it as Dent stood between some of the trees that lined the road, not doing very well to blend himself in with his surroundings. Maxx watched the road as an old Chevy Impala rolled by. A minute or so later, a goldenrod-yellow Camaro with black racing stripes zoomed by, making Maxx's smile a little bit wider. She liked Camaros, but she had a feeling Dent wouldn't choose that car.

A 1995 Ford pickup truck rumbled past next, before a sporty looking Dodge Dart Aero shot by. She watched it disappear around the corner before she heard Dent's heavy footfalls. She turned and looked up at him, shock slowly registering on her face.

He looked so different. White metal now covered his body, over the grey metal he had been just wearing before. Two wings stuck out of his back, and they looked like the front doors of the Dart. His chest looked to be covered by the front of the Dart—like the grill, headlights, and bumper was pressed right up against his chest like a chest-plate. From below his chest down to his waist, the grey metal from before was exposed. From his waist down, there was white metal that covered his hips, pelvis, and legs. His feet were covered in more white metal. She could see that he had metal toes that kept the sole of his feet off of the ground.

His arms were covered in more of that white metal, and his hands were not covered in much of it. Maxx looked up at him in awe, not quite believing his "transformation". Finding an "alternate-mode" did this to a robot like him? Wow.

"I've found out another thing about myself, Maxx," he said in a calm voice with a small smirk on his face. "I can turn into a 'car'."

Sam Witwicky chuckled as Bumblebee tore down the road that cut through Carmine Forest. Sam loved it when he went on drives with his guardian. It was just them, the open road, and kickaft songs. They were on the road this time, because Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, asked them to check out a possible Cybertronian landing sighting. A comet/meteor-like object was seen falling from the sky, and it crashed down in Carmine Forest. With Optimus and the other Autobots still on Diego Garcia, Bumblebee and Sam were the closest Autobot and Autobot ally to the crash-site.

As they came to a stop at a gas station, Sam couldn't help but continue to chuckle at something Bumblebee had seen while driving through town. Someone had obviously been into someone's alcoholic beverages, because a biker had been wobbling on his motorbike before he crashed into some trashcans and been flung from his bike. He didn't know why it was funny—maybe it was because he was around an Autobot almost all the time—but for some reason, seeing someone else's misfortune on a non-sentient vehicle cracked him up.

The nineteen year old got out of his friend before looking around. No one was out and no one was looking at them, so it was safe for 'Bee to transform. "'Kay, 'Bee," Sam said lowly. With an audible whirr, Bumblebee transformed up to his robot-form. Quickly, he scooped up the human and walked off across the highway and into the trees.

Sam was quiet was his guardian walked down the hiking path. It was strangely quiet for the Carmine Hiking Trail, but they didn't mind, because that meant no one was there to see them. That would be bad.

They scouted around for a few minutes before they came across signs of the crash. A few more minutes and they came across the crater.

Sam gulped at the sight of the crash-site. There were trees in the bottom of the crater and a few patches of ground were still smoking. But what caught there attention was the large puddle of processed Energon. "Uh-oh," Bumblebee said, using a clip of a young girl's voice.

"That's not good, right?" Sam said. "The Cybertronian is damaged. Where is he now?" He looked up at his guardian. Bumblebee shrugged.

Quickly, the scout comm'ed Optimus before they rushed out of the forest. As soon as he was clear, he transformed down around Sam and took off down the road. On the way, they passed a girl standing next to a beat-up old VW Bug.

Pointers towards G1 Bumblebee with Maxx's beat-up VW Beetle. :D Hoped you liked it.

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