So, here's to the start of Fair, and to make up for my preachyness last chapter.
"Are you sure she will be safe?"
"Ironhide! You're a big, old, tough weapon specialist, not a mother hen! What can you possibly be so worried about? There is no chance of 'Cons, and if they come, I am rather certain that you, Prime, and Sideswipe have it all covered." The father of a certain curly-haired wild girl whose family did not listen to certain teachers looked up at his dear friend.
"Oh, I know they won't stand a chance." The bot replied, hoping, for Annie's sake that would not be put to the test.
"Ok, so what can you possibly be worried about? It ain't like were taking her to a bar late on a Friday night, it's a county fair!"
"Exactly!" Ironhide threw his hands up in the air like his wife would when she was flustered, "It's a fair!"
"So you're worried about her getting run over by a loose sheep?" Will smirked.
"Yes! Or kicked by a horse, or a cow, or pecked by a chicken, or bit by somethin'. An' then there are the rides, what if she falls, or the ride breaks an' she gets hurt or worse? What if she gets caught in the machinery or somethin'? and then I won't go into all the diseases that she could pick up 'cause I ain't no doctor!"
"Gee, hon, he's worse than you!" Sarah slapped her startle husband on the shoulder and patted the blushing Autobot's leg.
A convoy of vehicles, the first a Peterbuilt, the second was a Jaguar, and the third was a lime-green ambulance.
"You brought the medic?" Sarah blinked.
"Yes. It was unanimously decided that it would be in the best interest for both the human, and the Autobot that has a ninety percent chance of falling over in shock."
Ironhide spun around, "Preceptor?"
The little red Autobot smiled, "Good thing I always give you an extra 10 percent of surprising us."
"How?" The big Autobot stuttered.
"They let me off here last night. You looked right at me."
"That happens when one thinks the other a microscope so Annie could look at pond water." Ironhide growled happily, then he lifted his comrade up and gave him a bear hug that nearly dented his armor.
"Told ya it would be a good thing for him to see ya in the day. At night he's a little over-protective. Ya might have been shot." Annie giggled.
Annie smiled as she cuddled the pink panda bear toy she had won and Ratchet scanned her, Preceptor also ran a scan, then she crawled into her guardian's car seat and promptly fall asleep.
Ok, so maybe to celebrate the end of fair as well, as I am sitting in bed the day after feeling a bit on the ill side. Short, and, I hope, sweet. I had to bring in Preceptor, G1 Preceptor, just cause he's a barrel of laughs. Now in to knitting some slippers, or at least attempting to