I own nothing, "Monster Mash" is by Bobby 'Boris' Pickett and the Crypt-Kickers.
Four Years Later…
The Office of Dr. Henry Jones IV
Dr. Henry Jones IV sighed as he gazed at the picture in his hands…it had been five years since he seen his two boys. Jones the V would soon be celebrating his seventh birthday, and George is six years old this October; if is ex-wife hadn't forbidden him, through legal means, all contact with the boys… "I don't think it would be wise for the boys to see you," he sarcastically echoed his ex-wife, "Bullshit! You just don't want our sons to know that their father is not physically perfect anymore! It's better to let them think I am dead! You prejudicially, bitch!"
"Talking to yourself again, Professor?" asked a feminine voice.
Looking up, he groaned and moved a wheelchair around his desk, "What kind of trouble did you or your brother get into now?"
"Aw, Professor," protested Ronda Primestar, "We don't cause any trouble."
"So that prank with the fountain and the Kool-Aid wasn't your doing?" he asked and then sighed at her innocent look, "Why did I have agree to baby-sit two aliens?" Before she could respond, he said, "That was a mocking question, so, why are you here?"
"Roddy and I finally narrowed down where the first secret gate is located," the silver-haired woman replied.
"And where is it?"
Before she could reply, she was almost knocked over by a young woman with red hair as well as green eyes, "Professor, I have just completed my research…what are you doing here?"
Gazing at her follow student in amusement, she replied, "Informing the professor on my research of Knowth Passage Tomb in Ireland during the Bronze Age. I am forming a hypothesis that the people living in the area during this period of time also viewed the site as a gate between the living and the dead."
"I see," muttered her companion suspiciously while Professor Jones shot Ronda a look that he understood what she truly meant, "And what is your dear brother doing his research paper on?"
Thinking quickly, she answered, "The invasion of the Vikings and they're influence on modern day Ireland."
Professor Jones quickly interrupted before the conversation between the two females before they got into a catfight, "Brighid Jones, that's enough!"
"Uncle!" she protested, "Don't call me that! It's Gidget! I don't know why you put up with…"
"I said enough!" he shouted, "You may be my niece, that doesn't give you an excuse to be rude to your fellow students! And Brighid is a perfectly fine name! Your mother loves mythology…"
"Yes, I know!" she interrupted, "That's why Dad is always willing to follow her to whatever God forsaken place to prove some pagan myth has…"
"I'll just leave you two alone," Ronda quickly said, "Professor, Roddy and I arranged transport to Ireland as soon as the summer holidays start; do you want to come?"
"Yes," he immediately replied, "Someone has to keep an eye on you two!"
"UNCLE!" yelled his niece, "You can't! You're…"
"I'm handicapped! NOT DEAD!" he shouted back to her.
As Rhonda left the pair, she shook her head in amusement and disbelief as she thought, 'No matter how much he denies it, I just don't know what Roddy sees in her!'
Meanwhile…across town in a private apartment…
*So, how have you been Mirage?* asked Rodimus in his human form as he poured drink for his friend
The brown haired human with blue eyes, who was really Mirage, replied, *Not bad, but strange things have been happening since you left.*
*Strange?* he asked as he handed him the drink, *How?*
Sniffing the drink in suspicion, he answered, *Optimus Prime's re-charge cycle has been constantly interrupted; he's been having unusual dreams that Ratchet has no explanation for…sir, what is this?*
*Arona's version of human moonshine,* he replied, *Its safe for our consummation, but not for any human. Now, back to the topic at hand…"*
*Of course, sir,* he said as he took a cautious sip, *Mmm….reminds me of Kaga Fruit Juice from Ioton…anyway, Prime doesn't remember the dreams; but he has also been speaking in Iotonian Language at random times.*
*Really?* he drawled in thought, *When does he do it?*
Mirage shrugged, *In meetings, conversations, etc. For an example, about a cycle ago Skywarp and the Terrible Duo were in a prank war. Prime contacted Starscream about it, one minute he was speaking to him normally, and the next in Iotonian. Starscream yelled at him to speak in a language he could understand, not, and I am quoting, 'in a musical gibberish.*
*Mmm,* Rodimus muttered as he sat down on the bar stool, *Anything else?*
*Not with Prime, no,* he answered, *But, Kup is also acting unusual whenever Prime does; I caught him muttering under his breath about your parents' connection and Star Mates. I believe he is hiding something from you and the Princess, sir.*
Tapping his fingers on the bar, Rodimus's mind raced in thought, *If I or Arona had time….* He sighed in frustration, *Mirage, I am leaving it to you to find out what in the pit is going on, if Kup is hiding something from us, I want to know what it is! As for Optimus Prime, I have the feeling it has something to do with his connection to Queen Adrena or the Ioton itself. Just keep observing, and tell me if things get more…strange.*
*Yes, sir,* acknowledge Mirage.
Later that night…
Rodimus sighed as he walked around the park near the campus, in his human form, sighing he slumped down next to an old oak tree and leaned back against it, 'Star-Mates,' he thought to himself as gazed at the starry, moonlight sky, 'Where have I heard that term before?'
Suddenly, a female voice interrupted his thoughts, "Ronald Primestar!"
Sighing, he looked over his shoulder as Brighid Jones coming toward him, "Yes?"
"Stop it," she told him sternly.
"Stop what?" he asked in confusion.
"Stop dragging my uncle into whatever crazy adventure you and your sister are cooking!" she yelled, "He can't use his legs anymore!"
He stared at her in amazement, "Just because his handicapped, doesn't mean his dead! Why are you suddenly as prejudiced as his ex-wife?"
"NO!" she protested and then growled out, "Look, my parents asked me to keep an eye on him…"
"And I am fairly certain that they asked him to keep an eye on you!" he yelled as he stood up to face her, "What would you say if your uncle told you that you're not allowed to go on any adventure because you're a female!"
"He would never say anything like that!" she shouted back to him, "And even if he did, I would just say he was being a narrow-minded bigot!"
"Then why are you acting like a narrow-minded bigot to him?"
She was silent for a moment, finally she whispered, "You're right…I…I just don't want him to get hurt, he's been through enough."
He sighed wearily, "Look, Briggy…I understand, but we're going to Ireland…not the Middle East! He'll be fine, you have my word."
"Okay," she muttered reluctantly, and then she hit him in the back of the head, hard.
"Ow!" he shouted, "What was that for!"
"For calling Brighid and Briggy," she told him as she walked off, "It's Gidget!"
Watching her, Rodimus shook his head in wonder, "Females! No matter the species, I'll never understand them!"
Meanwhile…in a garage across town…
Mirage shook his head in amusement as he watched Arona work in her gar…lab, she was working on what appeared to be a mechanical chair was singing along to some human music from a cd player that she put together from spare parts. Chuckling, he leaned against the wall to listen to her sing what appeared to be an old human rock song.
I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
Mirage, tried not gasp as Arona wiggled her human form's ass to music, he gulped, 'Perhaps, I should just go…' he thought, but he didn't move from his spot.
Unknown to Mirage, Arona knew that was he was behind her, smirking in cruel merriment, she continued to sing.
From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
Mirage couldn't take it anymore; he needed to get out of there before he did something…improper, so as quietly as he could…he left as if Unicron was on his aft.
Once she was certain, that he was gone…Arona laughed out loud, *Perhaps, I'll get him to bond with me yet!* Still laughing, she continued on with her latest invention.
Meanwhile at Autobot Base…
Optimus groaned wearily as he dragged himself to Ratchet the Hatchet's domain, First Aid looked up as he came in, "Again, Prime?"
"Yes," he muttered as he climbed on to a berth, "Primus…where's Ratchet?"
"In the desert, making sure Wheeljack doesn't blow him self up with his latest invention," he replied and then sighed as he prepared something to help his leader to sleep, "Prime, we can't keep giving you this stuff! It's addictive!"
"I know First Aid," he told him, "Ratchet has already informed me quite loudly! If you have any ideas that Ratchet has not thought of, I am willing to listen!"
First Aid paused before he administered the drug, finally he hesitantly suggested, "What about human medicine?"
"Human?"
"Yes," he said, "Specifically, a psychiatrist, a human who specializes with mental problems."
"You think I have mental problems?" yelled Prime.
"Yes, and no, Prime. I think as the humans would say that your subconscious is trying to tell you something with these dreams. Maybe a human psychiatrist can help you find out what it is," First Aid informed him.
Prime sighed wearily, "Very well, inform Ratchet of your idea and both of you work with Major Lennox to find a suitable psychiatrist. Primus, I am willing to try anything to get a full recharge!"
"Yes, sir,' he said and then he administered the drug to Prime.
Unknown to them, they had an eavesdropper…Kup hummed in thought as he turned around and walked back to his quarters, *Something or someone, is forcing Prime to remember…why now after all of these eons?*