J: Like most of the fanfictions I have going this one is not an exception to my really really bad update habits. At least I got this massive thing typed up, instead of my oh so important massive project for film crit 2...ANYWAYS! Again, I need feed back, are the characters in character? Should Annabelle's speech be a little less perfectly pronounced?
THANKS TO: ultimateanime12 (the ways are endless, some he got from the twins playing pranks on the NEST soliders xD) supergirlprime (I am glad to hear you like it :3 And there is indeed more to Glitch than meets the eye, and it can be such a horrible pun sometimes lol.) Latine Shewolf (Thank you, I will take your word for it, but I'm still skeptical on Annabelle's speech but if the readers are cool with it it shall remain the same.) Lightwolfheart (We have already discussed Territory :P And thank you, I try xD)
Disclaimer: I unfortunately am like most other fans and do not own the people and mechs named from Transformers, but I am proud to own Roxanne Glitch.
P.S. This is taking place roughly a year or so after the Fallen incident.
P.S.S. For those that are interested I'm putting the link to my title page for this fanfic on my profile.
Chapter Two – Beware The Star Screams
Roxie left not long after with the promise of seeing them in two days for her first day of work. Once the GS 500F Suzuki was only a dot on the road Ironhide pulled out of his garage and went back to the backyard. Will and Sarah were already there sitting on the back porch while Annabelle played on her swings. When Ironhide rolled around the corner Sarah asked the old war veteran," What did you think of her Ironhide? I know you heard the whole conversation so you can't claim you didn't hear enough to make a verdict."
Ironhide switched to his bi-pedal mode to show he had his arms crossed. A scowl on his face Ironhide replied," I do no think it is safe for this Roxanne Glitch to be Annabelle's care taker. Her hearing puts my identity into jeopardy of being revealed."
"We know, bu she's the best babysitter we've ever come across. And Annabelle is already set on having her baby sit." Will had run his hand through his hair while saying this, as much as he liked the girl he couldn't risk a civilian learning of the Autobots.
Ironhide vented some air as a kind of sigh and told the parents," Very well, but I must inform Optimus of this development. Ratchet might also find this human interesting." Ironhide didn't wait for Will or Sarah's response and walked over to an open area where he usually sat to think or watch Annabelle.
Seated as comfortable as possible Ironhide began his communications.
'Ironhide to Optimus.'
'Optimus here Ironhide. Anything wrong?'
'Nothing wrong yet Optimus. But an unusual development has occurred and your advise would be appreciated.'
'What is this unusual development?' Ironhide could feel Optimus' curiosity through his words, meaning he understood it was not a matter of danger.
'Today Will and Sarah hired a new care taker for Annabelle, this human femme is different.' Ironhide sent the files he'd found on Roxanne Glitch.
'This is an unusual occurrence. Send the files to Ratchet to get his thoughts. I suggest you allow the femme to keep her position as care taker but to keep caution around her so as not to be discovered.'
'Very well Optimus. Ironhide out.' Ironhide waited a second before opening the communications line between him and Ratchet.
'Ironhide to Ratchet.'
'Ratchet here. I've heard from Optimus. Send me the file, I wish to see about this myself.' Ironhide rolled his optics at the medic's eagerness to learn more about the human function and system but still sent the newspaper clip.
'This is very interesting. I've accessed her recent health files, and it appears this acute hearing of her has barely degraded over the years.'
'You do know I don't give a frag about your medical fascination with the femme? All I want is your opinion on whether it is safe to keep her around Ratchet.'
'Hmph. Fine, I suggest you stay in your small shelter called a garage, her hearing has distance limits and cannot hear through walls. I will continue searching through her records, if I come across anything else you should be aware of I will let you know. Ratchet out.'
Grumbling about Dr. Hatchet and his medical jumbo nonsense Ironhide went back to Will and Sarah, Annabelle was with them now eating cut up apple slices. All three humans focused on the alien robot. Will was the one to ask," So what's the Big Bot's orders?"
"Optimus believes that there shall be no issue with the new care taker and that I should remain on watch for any indications she is aware of my existence." Ironhide saw the smile on Sarah's face expand with each word, when he finished Will also had a smile on his face. Though not as wide and sparkling as Annabelle's.
She swallowed her last apple slice and ran up to Ironhide's foot to give her big brother/best friend a hug. As she did Annabelle told Ironhide," Don't worry Ironhide, I promise to keep your secret a secret the best I can."
Ironhide smiled back despite the dislike Ironhide was feeling towards the thought of Roxanne Glitch being the new care taker.
-Two Days Later-
"There she is Mommy! I can see Glitch coming!" Annabelle was in the front yard that afternoon blowing bubbles while she waited for her baby sitter to show up. It was just getting to be 2:30 when she came into view. There came a low grumble from the garage as the large metal door started to shut.
Sarah shook her head at the childish behaviour of hiding in his room and joined Annabelle on the front sidewalk to wait for Roxie to park on the lawn.
Will had left earlier that morning for his drill training so it was just the ladies and Ironhide to greet Roxie. Roxie made a show of her bike skills by doing a little side skid stop right before the lawn so as not to damage the grass. Annabelle clapped her hands and Sarah had to refrain from scolding Roxie for doing something so dangerous. She pulled her helmet off and gave Annabelle and Sarah a big smile, hopping off to roll her bike more towards the garage she called out," Sorry if I'm late, traffic was crazy. Love your shirt Annabelle." Her bike parked with the keys safely tucked into her pocket Roxie had approached Sarah and Annabelle. Annabelle beamed in pride at the compliment to her shirt which she had decorated herself a year ago. It was a plain white T-shirt with a stencilled Autobot symbol over the heart and a big black truck painted on the majority of the shirt.
Walking back towards the house Sarah told Roxie," Don't worry, you're right on time. I'll show you where all the dishes and food are then I'll be on my way. Oh, and if it starts to rain you're welcome to put your motorcycle in the garage. Just be careful around the truck...It's really sensitive...The alarm will go off very easy."
"OK, thanks I'll be careful if I go in there. Is Annabelle allergic to anything?" With that Sarah and Roxie went through the basic child knowledge and care taking questions until Roxie felt confident enough to handle anything that Annabelle asked for food and entertainment wise.
Roxie and Annabelle waved Sarah off until she was down the road. It only dawned on Roxie then that both Will and Sarah were gone, but the truck was still there. She shrugged it off thinking that Will must have car pooled with his military buddies to his meeting. Going into the living room Roxie asked her new charge," Right, what shall we do today Annabelle?"
Annabelle turned in a circle to look and think about all her options. When she faced Roxie again she asked," Can we paint? Sam gave me new paints for my birthday."
"Sounds like an excellent idea, you go get your paints and I will make a painting area." Roxie watched in amusement as the girl took off at top speed to her bedroom to get the paints. Getting to work Roxie pushed the living room coffee table to the side, she then placed newspapers on the floor as well as a few pieces of printer paper. Grabbing two plastic cups she filled with water Roxie was startled to find Annabelle already at work using her finger paints. Roxie watched for a second and could start to see a truck from Annabelle's finger smudges of paint. 'Kid's got potential.'
Sitting down to offer the water filled cups Roxie dipped her finger into the black paint and made a little squeal noise that made Annabelle laugh. Starting to draw a big sun in the corner of her blank page Roxie told Annabelle," I haven't finger painted in a long time. I forgot that paint is cold and gooey feeling."
"I like it. My teacher Mrs. Grobby lets us use our toes." Annabelle giggled when she saw the fake sickly face Roxie made.
As they painted the girls talked to get to know each other. After almost an hour Roxie knew that Annabelle liked the colours black and pink, her favourite animal was a cat, and that she loved her Daddy's big black truck. And Annabelle learned that Roxie lived by herself, had a boyfriend named Joey, and also liked the colours black and pink. What neither girl knew was that Ironhide had listened to their whole conversation by hiding by the open window. So far Ironhide had nothing to complain about except for the boyfriend. The last care taker that had a boyfriend brought him over to the house a few times, and each time Annabelle had been neglected enough to bother Ironhide into scaring the couple to the point where they never wanted to see another black truck in their lives.
The finger paints and newspapers put away Roxie sent Annabelle to the bathroom so she could put the pictures somewhere to dry safely. Annabelle had painted three very beautiful pictures, in each one there was a big black truck. 'She wasn't kidding when she said she loves her Dad's truck.' Roxie put Annabelle's pictures on top of a book shelf holding all of Annabelle's books. Her own three pictures were each different. In one she had painted Annabelle having a picnic under the stars, another showed herself riding her motorcycle through the country as the sun, and in the last one she painted (with much difficulty) herself and Annabelle curled up under a blanket in the bed of the truck that Annabelle loved. She put her pictures on the windowsill right in the bright sunlight.
Roxie turned around to head to the bathroom to wash her own dirty digits only to stop at the sound of an engine. Spinning around she saw only the empty window. Shaking it off she turned around and started for the bathroom again. She stopped and spun around. Glaring at the empty window Roxie grumbled out loud to herself ," Stupid mufflers must be picking up a radio signal again." She turned her back to the window and waited for the sound of the engine. Hearing nothing Roxie quickly left the living room to the bathroom.
Ironhide, sitting an inch out of sight to the side of the window let out some steam. He'd just wanted to see the pictures and had moved towards the window as quietly as he could, but no! The femme had to be able to hear his engine and cause him to reverse rapidly twice! His sensors told him that she was in the bathroom washing her hands. Being quick and silent Ironhide rolled forward to the window. Scanning the pictures he stores them to his memory and wheeled back to the garage. Bringing the pictures up in his mind Ironhide looked for clues about the femme's identity in her art. The first one he liked simply for the fact that Annabelle was the main subject, though the absence of the moon in the sky bothered him. A sky without a moon was simply not bright enough. The second picture at first glance would be considered an imitation of multiple other scenes such as this. Someone with superior intelligence such as himself looked closer at the picture. The person that was suppose to be Roxanne was not wearing a helmet, meaning she had not had the time to put it on, implying she had to rush for some reason. There was also no smile on her face, only her eyes, which were not normal dots but narrowed slits. What that meant Ironhide didn't bother to figure out. The third picture he at first found a tad bothersome. Annabelle was welcome to sleep with him in such a manner, Roxanne was most definitely not. Ignoring that they were sleeping in his trunk he paid more attention to their faces. Both girls looks perfectly content to be sleeping on metal with only a blanket for warmth. The picture didn't indicate the time of day so he couldn't judge on whether they should be sleeping at all. Unable to tell anything from the picture Ironhide made his final decision. Roxanne really liked Annabelle, but was keeping her in the dark about something, she was paranoid and had no problem with sleeping in other people's vehicles. Liking Annabelle and the paranoia he was fine with, the secret and sleeping preferences not so much.
Deleting the second and third picture from his memory storage Ironhide decided he needed more information than this.
'Ironhide to Chromia.'
'Something wrong with the new care taker already Ironhide?' Ironhide ignored the hope that Chromia's transmission carried, he knew all the bots placed bets on the time it took for him to chase away Annabelle's care takers. Depending on the odds he sometimes deliberately waited so certain bots lost.
'Unfortunately for you, no. However I was hoping for a favour.' Ironhide rarely asked for favours, and when he did it was only from three bots. Ratchet (rarely), Optimus and Chromia.
'I'm not chasing off the care taker for you 'Hide. Ask one of the twins, Primus knows they needs something to do.'
'No. That's not what I wanted to ask. I want you or one of your sisters to replace the care taker's vehicle and see if you can learn anything about her.'
'That's a large favour to ask 'Hide. That kind of favour also needs Optimus' approval.' All humour was gone when Chromia realized this was a serious favour.
'Fine, I will contact Optimus. If he approves will you do it?'
'Sure, I'm curious to see what kind of human femme can get under your gears so much.' Chromia and most of the Autobots had grown to completely adore little Annabelle and would do anything to help Ironhide watch over her.
'Thank you Chromia. I'll owe you one.' Ironhide did his best to keep the affection he felt for the femme out of the transmission, but he didn't do it very well.
'I wouldn't mind going on what the humans call a date. Yes, one date and we're even. Chromia out.' When the line went dead Ironhide searched for the definition of a date, what he found made his spark pulse a little faster and sent his fans revving to keep his body cool. He made sure to be calm before opening communications with Optimus.
'Ironhide to Optimus.'
'Optimus here. What can I do for you Ironhide?'
'I wish to send Chromia with the care taker for a day to gather intel on her.'
'Under what reasons do you wish for this intel Ironhide?'
'My reasons are in the best interests of Annabelle Optimus. Nothing more than that.'
'...Request granted, only for one Earth cycle. I will dispatch Chromia now. Optimus out.' When the line went dead Ironhide vented out more steam. He had not expected Optimus to agree so willingly. This femme must interest him as well. Going into a light stasis mode from all the tension Ironhide could only think about Chromia in bright shades of green.
Roughly an hour later Ironhide detected Chromia's signal. 'Ironhide to Chromia. Keep your engine level as quiet as physically possible, this femme has intricate hearing that can even hear my engine at the lowest power setting.'
'Even Annabelle could hear you with your engine on the lowest setting. Remember all those fun games of 'Hide and Seek' last year?' Chromia was jestful but she still took Ironhide's advice and made the rest of her approach as quiet as her alt mode allowed.
Ironhide kept watch of the girls inside the house to ensure that the care taker didn't come outside just as Chromia arrived. Thankfully the coast remained clear even after Chromia showed up. Acting quick she scanned the Suzuki bike, complained about the colour, the hid the original out of immediate sight. In her new alt mode parked in the location of the real Suzuki bike she was imitating Chromia asked,' What will you do about her bike after I leave? This is only for one Earth cycle Ironhide.'
'I'll transport the original to your location tonight once the care taker is in recharge.' The wonderful thing with being living metal organisms is the ability to communicate without actually talking out loud. Both bots would have been irritable without their direct comm. lines.
The door abruptly opened revealing Annabelle with some kind of head gear and goggles on her head. A large smile on her face she pulled Roxie outside by the hand while saying," Come on Glitch! You can't fly when you're inside!"
"You promise your parents and friends aren't outside waiting to take pictures?" Roxie sounded hesitant and playfully suspicious.
Pulling on the older girl's hand harder to get her outside Annabelle laughed," Yes! Mommy and Daddy are working, and all my friends are home or on vacation for summer. You pinky promised to go flying with me!"
"Okay, okay. I never break my pinky promises. But I'm praying to all the deities of this planet that your parents don't get home from work early. If my motorcycle could laugh it would." With that said Roxie finally stepped outside, dressed in her regular clothes, only with an additional fairy dress and wings over top.
'Oh sweet Primus Ironhide! You are missing quite the entertainment.' To prove her words Chromia took a picture and sent it to Ironhide, and Optimus, and Ratchet. The resounding laughter she got back from two of the male bots made it that much harder for her not to laugh out loud herself.
'I am most certainly showing this to Will and Sarah. Keep them in your sights for as long as you can Chromia, the best I can get are thermal outlines through this blasted garage.' Ironhide said this after he had calmed down and focused his attention solely on the surrounding area for any potential threats.
A chill going down her spine Roxie looked back over her shoulder at Chromia, raising an eyebrow at how much shinier the paint seemed. A tug on her hand made her look back to her current objective and continued onwards to the more open area in the front yard. Making sure they were a good distance back from the road Roxie crouched down saying," Alright Captain Annabelle of the Elite Fairie Force, it's time to mount up and set out." Annabelle gave a salute then all too happily jumped onto Roxie's back, successfully without ruining the fairy wings.
Straightening up with a firm grip on Annabelle's legs Roxie changed her voice so she sounded as if she was on a radio," This is your fairy plane speaking. In order to steer please use the silver covered handles on either side of my head, caution is advised to avoid silver cover removal. Enjoy your flight Captain Annabelle."
Giggling at how silly her babysitter was Annabelle carefully put her hands around Roxie's ears. Her grip firm but gentle Annabelle gave a little tug on Roxie's left ear to start the game. Walking at a steady pace Roxie spoke again," I forgot to mention the speed settings. There is snail, horse trot, and cheetah. In case of emergencies there is also lightning cheetah on a bullet train. And this fairy plane would appreciate being told everything Captain Annabelle sees through her flight goggles, this poor fairy plane is blind as a bat."
"Okay. Um, there's a giant butterfly doing ballet to the left, but that's it. Fairy Plane please go to horse trot speed. We need to finish our adventure before supper time." Annabelle had looked around and found only the butterfly to tell her magical Fairy Plane about.
"Speed increase acknowledged. It is recommended that Captain Annabelle wrap her legs around the Fairy Plane to be a seat belt." Captain Annabelle wrapped her legs around Roxie's waist as asked and squeaked in surprised joy when Roxie began to jog to the backyard.
"Wheee! Oh! I see a bouncing blue bear on the right! And there's a pink pony! Hi Pinkie!" For a quick second Captain Annabelle let go of Roxie's left ear to wave at the invisible pink pony. Captain Annabelle wasn't quick enough and found her magic Fairy Plane abruptly turning to the right towards one of the Lennox apple trees. Right before they hit the tree Captain Annabelle gave a tug on Roxie's left ear, making the older girl turn just in time so that they were heading towards the flower patch instead.
"Hold on Captain Annabelle, we're going through some r-r-rough s-s-sky!" To add affect Roxie deliberately jiggled up and down, making Captain Annabelle giggle and laugh.
"STOP! STOP!" Captain Annabelle's sudden cries caused Roxie to freeze in place, worried that she had upset Annabelle somehow.
When a second passed with no word from her rider Roxie asked," You okay Annabelle?"
"SHH! We flew into a swarm of sleeping Star Screams." Annabelle's answer made Roxie relax once more and go back into her character.
In a quiet whisper Roxie asked," What's a Star Scream Captain Annabelle?"
"Really, really, REEEALLY big robot guys with red eyes that turns into an army plane when they sleep. Go back slowly Fairy Plane, and we might live." Roxie nodded her head so as not to make more noise and began walking backwards from the way they'd come.
"Uh oooh."
"The Star Screams just woke up didn't they?"
"Uh huh...FLY FAIRY PLANE! FLY!" Captain Annabelle yelled at the top of her lungs and pulled hard on Roxie's right ear to make the girl-fairy-plane spin around and take off at a run.
Going towards the house to get to the front door Roxie panted," Will we make it in cheetah speed Captain?"
"No! It's an emergency! We need lightning cheetah on a bullet train! Quick! Before they use their laser cannons!"
"You didn't say anything about laser cannons before Captain! Hold on to your goggles!" Tightening her hold on the little girl's legs Roxie ran as fast as she possibly could.
They turned around the house, up the two steps and into the house where Roxie fell down on her knees to let Annabelle off and to catch her breathe. Annabelle went to the door and locked it, sitting down next to Roxie she grinned saying," Good job Fairy Plane. We got away and we didn't get shot."
"Thank goodness. Phew, I'm pooped! I need to start building up my stamina if I'm going to play Captain Annabelle and The Magical Fairy Plane more often." Dramatically rolling onto her back Roxie took in slow deep breathes.
Back outside Chromia considered it safe to start communicating with Ironhide again, 'Do you play with Annabelle like that 'Hide?'
'I am not and never will be a magical fairy plane.' The implication Ironhide assumed Chromia was making made Ironhide's energon boil.
'Okay Mr. Cranky Cannons. I meant do you simulate that you are being attacked by Decepticons when you are with Annabelle.'
'Oh. Sometimes yes. Will and Sarah agreed that it would be a good idea to teach Annabelle to fear Decepticons in a sparkling appropriate manner...Sarah insisted I did not show holographic projections.' Ironhide's reply was deliberately phrased so Chromia didn't catch on that the simulations of Decepticon encounters were portrayed and dealth with however Annabelle saw to make it. Ironhide would never admit that almost all of their games ended with him and Annabelle running away instead of fighting.
Chromia considered this idea of play/teaching and inwardly giggled. There was no way Annabelle would agree to play without them acting as she had just done with Roxanne Glitch. To Ironhide she responded in a light tone, 'I agree with this method. Even as Annabelle played she convinced her own processor that there was a threat, her spark rate increased greatly in the midst of their false pursuit.'
'I trained her, of course she responded accordingly.' The pride and tinge of arrogance Ironhide felt carried over the comm. link causing Chromia to roll her optics. Sometimes she forgets that Ironhide is rather full of himself.
Back inside the house the girls had gone to the kitchen to make supper. Sarah had left them two choices. Kraft Dinner or leftover spaghetti. Annabelle wanted KD, but Roxie preferred spaghetti. At a stale mate they settled the decision the only child appropriate way Roxie knew. Rock, paper, scissors. Much to Roxie's surprise Annabelle beat her all four rounds of it.
As Roxie put the water on to boil she asked her little friend," What kind of music do you like Annabelle?"
Annabelle thought about all the music she heard, and smiled when she replied," High School Musical music."
With her back turned to the five year old Roxie made a repulsed face, in her opinion that movie should not have produced a sequel. The music had catchy beats, but the lyrics were so goody goody it made her eye twitch. Putting the noodles into the water she asked," After supper do you want to try listening to my favourite kind of music? Just one song, and if you don't like it I won't play it anymore, okay?"
"Mmm, okay. Can we watch High School Musical before I go to bed? Pleeease?" Clever Annabelle made big puppy dog eyes and pouted her lower lip. 'Oh, she's good.' Inwardly sighing at her misfortune Roxie gave a single nod, causing Annabelle to cheer.
Macaroni and cheese with a glass of milk was consumed in quiet with the odd time where Annabelle asked questions. Bowls and cups emptied and put into the dishwasher the girls went to the computer in the living room. Sarah had told Roxie it was okay to use the computer for a little bit, especially if it was to play games with Annabelle. Roxie figured this sort of counted as playing with Annabelle. Turning the volume to a slightly higher notch Roxie plugged in her USB and opened the file folder labelled music. A few of her songs weren't the most appropriate for Annabelle but the song she had chosen was definitely age appropriate. It was 'Caramell Dansen', Roxie was thrilled to see Annabelle's light up in glee when the song started up. Seeing that the song was accepted Roxie felt it was only right to teach Annabelle the dance. She caught on immediately, and in no time at all they were hopping around the house doing the Dansen Dance. Once the song finished Roxie turned to her dance partner asking," Well?"
"That song is cool! What is it called? Do you have more like that? Can we watch High School Musical now?" Annabelle asked all this in return at lightning speed from her dancing energy rush, but even super child speech didn't filter out the last question.
'Damn! Thought for sure she would forget about it!' "Yes, we can watch High School Musical now. But your mom wants you to go to bed at 6:30, so we can't watch the whole thing." Annabelle gave a pout at this limitation, it only lasted a brief second which she then plopped onto the couch ready to watch.
Back outside Ironhide made a gurgle noise resembling a kind of snicker, 'Annabelle's taste in entertainment is the equivalent to torture to certain care takers.' He said this to Chromia to explain his behaviour. Chromia turned up her audio receptors to hear what was going on in the house. Having been around Annabelle long enough she caught on to what they were watching and snickered herself. Non of the Autobots,not even Bumblebee, could tolerate the child film that was loved by Annabelle.
For the sake of her charge Roxie sat through the movie up until 6:30 without voicing a single complaint. She was very relieved when she hit the stop button on the DVD remote. Rubbing her eyes Annabelle mumbled sleepily," But I'm not tired Glitch. I don't wanna go to bed."
"You say while rubbing your half closed eyes and yawning. Come on Annabelle, you'll feel much better in your pyjamas and curled up under your blankets." Roxie took hold of Annabelle's hand to lead her upstairs to bed.
Annabelle was very cooperative, she got into her pink Barbie nightie, brushed her teeth and crawled into bed with almost no assistance from Roxie. Tucking the blankets around Annabelle's shoulders Roxie asked," Do you want a bed time story, or a night light on?"
"Mommy leaves the hallway light on and leaves the door open a lil bit. What bed time stories do you know Glitch?" Her eyes were slowly starting to close but Annabelle did her best to keep them open.
"Let's see. Rapunzel, Rumpelstiltskin, Kappa Bridge and Snow White." Roxie listed the ones she knew from memory. When there came no reply Roxie smiled at the sleeping child. Out of all her past babysitting jobs, this one was by far the best.
As Annabelle had requested Roxie left her bedroom door open a crack and the hallway light was left on. Back downstairs in the living room Roxie went to the large purse she had brought with her and got out a book to read.
Outside Ironhide sighed, one of the main reasons he hated care takers was because he couldn't tell Annabelle good night.
The rest of the evening passed in quiet, Roxie would occasionally go check up on Annabelle then returned to her seat to read. Ironhide was coaxed into a minor recharge while Chromia kept watch. When Sarah pulled up to the house Ironhide came out of recharge, flashing his headlights he got Sarah to go over to him. In case Roxie looked outside she went into the garage with Ironhide. "How did things go today Ironhide?"
"Annabelle remained content throughout the day, there were no incidents and Annabelle was fed and put to bed exactly according to your schedule." Ironhide's voice came out clear but still quiet.
Sighing in relief Sarah said," I'm glad to hear that. So there should be no problem with Roxie watching Annabelle from now on, right?"
"I have not given my full approval Sarah. Depending on what intel I receive from Chromia tomorrow I will give my final decision." The smile disappeared and Sarah had her lower lip in her mouth.
Hands on her hips Sarah whispered quite crossly," I do not approve of spying on her Ironhide. You never sent spies on the other babysitters. Why do you need to get more information on her?"
When no answer came Sarah slammed the door shut and stomped over to the garage door. When it closed behind her Chromia asked the weapon specialist curiously,'Why didn't you respond to Sarah's question?"
'Because she wouldn't accept the answer. You saw how emotional she was, I stopped arguing with her months ago. She won't budge an inch no matter what logic you give her.'
'That because you use the wrong logic, us femmes have a more unique view on things. Speaking of other femmes here comes my temporary target. I'll report to you immediately if anything comes up. See you tomorrow Hide.' Roxie had come outside after receiving a big thank you from Sarah.
Walking past the open garage door and the black truck Roxie felt compelled to stop and give it a scrutinizing scowl. Going to her motorcycle she sat down on the seat and frowned," I must be more tired than I thought. Your seat feels different." Roxie shook it off, put on her helmet and sped off into the night on what she thought was her motorcycle.
Ironhide watched the femmes until they were out of his sensory range, able to talk out loud to himself he grumbled," That human is far too perceptive."
