Summary: There is a hole in the side of Lennox's barn and he wants answers. Ironhide may know why, although being the stubborn weapon specialist, he's not likely to tell the truth.

Genre: General/ Humor

Characters: Ironhide, Lennox, Annabelle.

Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers. Simple as that. Enjoy!

Liar, liar, pants on fire!

By: Life-is-Insanity.

The Lennox residence was relatively small. A simple two-story house, white-washed, with a wrap around porch and an attached garage. A large barn stood behind, possibly build by a previous owner, which housed the John Deer Tracker.

A barn with a wide, gaping hole in the side of it, one could add.

"Okay," said Will Lennox warily. "Run this by me again."

Ironhide was crouched behind him, running a finger over his beloved cannons. Why did humans constantly need things repeated to them? Honestly, it was a wasted of time. Time that could be spent honing his target skills. Perhaps it was their brain size or lack of hearing? He'd have to ask Ratchet.

"You were sitting beside the barn…"

And what was the point of asking him to repeat something, when they would be the ones to repeat it? Humans were indeed strange creatures.

"Correct," grumbled Ironhide, a trained optic on Annabelle as she splashed around in a wading pool. Cartoon like panda-bear faces beamed up at him, the design of Annabelle's flotation devices, wrapped around her upper- arms.

"…minding your own business, replacing a part in your cannon…"

"A few wires were burned to a crisp."

Lennox nodded, like he knew what a pain that could be, and ran a hand through his short hair. "Okay, I got that. So, then, out of the blue-"

"It was not out of the blue. How could something come out of a colour?"

"Its an expression, Ironhide. It simply means out of nowhere," sighed Lennox.

Primus. Could the humans not simply say what the mean?

"Anyway, when out of nowhere, a giant gust of wind comes along and blows a hole through the side of my barn?"

Ironhide nodded, quite pleased with his lie. "That is, indeed, correct. The capabilities of your planets natural elements are quite amazing."

He watched as Lennox rubbed a hand over his eyes, the hint of a smile on the humans lips. Then he started to make weird choking sounds in his throat. It was a few nano-seconds before Ironhide released that Lennox had dissolved into laughter.

If Ironhide could blush, he would be bright red. The Captain was laughing at him!

"What in the name of Primus is so funny?" Ironhide hissed, voice low so as not to scare Annabelle.

Lennox took several deep breaths, in what Ironhide assumed to be an attempted to calm himself. He gestured at the barn wall. "Ironhide, man, the hole is still smoking and its perfectly round. What gust of wind can too that?"

"A very strong gust," replied Ironhide, faceplate neutral.

"A very strong gust of wind can blow a perfectly round and smouldering hole in the side of my barn…" Lennox said sarcastically.

Ironhide decided to act as though this was absolutely normal of Earths weather. Stubborn was basically his middle name.

"All right, fine," declared Lennox, "for now we'll say the wind did this. But you have to help me fix this. And for Gods sake, start working on your lies," he added, still smiling, as he jumped through the hole to gather tools.

Ironhide growled.

"Lair, lair, pants on fire!" Annabelle giggled and splashed water in his direction.

July 19 2010

Poor Ironhide. Even Annabelle could see through that one.

I would place Annabelle to be around 1 1/2 years here. Sadly, I have no idea how to translate anything in to baby talk.

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