A/N - Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews. This is my first Transformers fic. I didn't want to mention it because I just thought it was a cop out to try and get reviews. However, it is now 4 Chapters Long, currently I have 9 reviews and I am totally happy with that. I do hope that you all continue to watch and read. Thank you.
THE DISCLAIMER - Watcher here! I must inform all the Readers and any Lawyers out there that Professor Know It All does not own Transformers. There, that is a Disclaimer!
The Way Humans Are
Part 4
The day was bright summer. The English country side was a varying shade of green, purple, yellow, blue and brown. The crisp summer breeze made it a pleasant day for a walk-about. The only thing that marred this scene, to Optimus' processors, was the huge crater that had made its home in the middle of the moor. Ratchet was scanning the area as Optimus gathered what he could.
"Well, something was here, the radiation is that of Space and Cybertron," Ratchet said. Optimus nodded and decided to not say that he all ready knew that. It was best to not become redundant.
"Do you think it's a Deceptacon?" Optimus asked.
"We should treat each crater we come across as that of a Deceptacon, but, if it was here, it is gone now, I find no more traces outside a fifty human mile radius," Ratchet replied. Optimus nodded again. He knew that too, but it was nice to know that Ratchet had come to the same conclusion.
"I suppose that we shall know sooner or later," Optimus muttered. He transformed into his truck alt form and Ratchet followed.
"Of course, it is inevitable," Ratchet replied. Optimus kept back another sigh. Redundant. Some thing just didn't need to be said.
* * *
"Wow! What are these bipedal things?" Dead End asked. He almost ran over a pedestrian in his excitement. Bumblebee honked in warning.
"They are called humans, they don't know that we are from Space, so will you please stop trying to kill them?" Bumblebee put out over the private radio frequency that allowed him to talk without straining his box.
"Sorry," Dead End sounded like it too. Bumblebee now understood why he got so many sigh's and photo processor rolls in his direction. Dead End was such a sparkling that Bumblebee had a hard time believing that he was the youngest of their kind. Of course, he too had been very excited upon entering Earths atmosphere.
"Maybe this was a bad idea," Sunstreaker said, a little worried.
"Now you tell me?" Bumblebee snorted.
"It's not my fault, I thought Dead End knew better!"
"Hey, I am right here you know!"
"We know!" both Bumblebee and Sunstreaker replied.
"Okay, just making sure," Dead End replied, a little hurt but it was expected. He did get on others nerves easily. He decided that it was nothing to stress over.
"We need to leave, we still have two other craters to look into," Bumblebee reminded his companions.
"Ooooh! Can I come?" Dead End asked.
"Yes," Sunstreaker replied. It was agreed upon and the three began to leave Las Vegas in their dust.
* * *
"Sam?" Watcher shook the boys arm, "Are you all right?"
"N-nooo, I'm c-c-cold," Sam sneezed suddenly. He wiped the snot away with the sleeve of his shirt. The four, Sam and the three Watch-Bots, had been put into a steel box as soon and Soundwave had arrived at the Deceptacon base and Sam hadn't seen any light since. He was hunched in on himself trying to keep warm. The blankets he had were long gone in their sudden flight. Which hadn't been fun at all.
"I sent out a message, Soundwave didn't sound very happy about it, but he understands that if Sam isn't taken care of, the cold could become pneumonia and they would lose whatever leverage they have," Alert had come to animation after several minutes of wiring processors and gears.
"What else did you tell him?" Watcher asked.
"Everything he needed to know to take care of Sam, of course," Alert snorted. He knew how to do his job.
"And what if they don't take care of Sam? What if they let him die? What if we return to Optimus and what if he dead lines us!?" Wart asked. He was jumping up and down and biting down on his nails. Alert shoved him away and the bot went flying into the wall, it left a Worry Wart sized impression, but there was no breach.
"Shut up!" Alert ordered. Wart moaned and scuttled behind Watcher who ignored him.
The lid to the box lifted finally; "The human is sick?" it was Starscream. Soundwave scooped Sam up and into his palm and proceeded with a scan. Sam coughed horridly, flem came up and he shivered. Soundwave was not happy. The human was sick. Very sick, the coldness of the box had made whatever the human had - a quick search confirmed it had to be the flue - worse.
"We have to get the human healthy again," Soundwave turned to his commander.
"What is wrong with it?" Soundwave asked.
"The human has a cold, it could get worse just as the rat said," Soundwave explained.
"What do we do?" Starscream asked.
"I shall take care of the human," Soundwave replied in a matter of fact tone.
"Good, I was going to have you do it anyway!" Starscream crossed his arms, his wings fluttered annoyingly behind him. What did he care if the human died or not from a puny cold. Their god must hate them if these creatures were given such pain.
Soundwave didn't give Starscream another thought as he turned away. The Watch-bots followed. They hitched a ride on an elbow joint.
"Oh!" Wart cried out, "Don't fall! we could get stepped on!"
* * *
Arcee and Sideswipe didn't like what they saw. They deffinantly didn't like the fact that a Deceptacon was going on a total rampage. The small Indian village was destroyed. People ran away from the Deceptacon.
"We have to stop it," Arcee said.
"Agreed," Sideswipe and Arcee wasted no more time, they transformed from their alt modes to Mechs and shot at the Deceptacon. Their enemy turned and fired at them. Arcee went to the left and Sideswipe to the right. They fired several volleys. Few hit their target, but some did and the Deceptacon fell to its ass.
"I'm going to get you for that!" the Deceptacon roared. It fired off rockets. One hit Sideswipe and he went spinning out of vector. Arcee called out for her partner, but it was no use. A rocket was coming straight towards her. She shot it and it blew up in her face, sending her flying back and away.
"Arcee!" Sideswipe was at her side, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, and I know who we're fighting too," she muttered as Sideswipe helped her up.
"Roadblock, you toad!"
"Arcee, my love!" the Mech had hearts in its eyes and Sideswipe made a disgusted sound.
"I knew that we would meet one day! Have you taken me up on my offer of a Spark-connection?" Roadblock asked with hope shining around him.
"No!" Arcee stamped her foot. Sideswipe tried not to snicker.
"But my dear! I love you! I want to have Sparklings with you!" Roadblock started to cry.
"No one is going to have Sparklings!" Arcee let off a volley of shots, each found its mark. Roadblock went falling onto his back. She stomped over and started punching the other Mech, not at all happy that her stalker had found her.
"I will not be made fun of! This is a plot! You plan to trap me!"
"No, no my dear! I would never hurt you!"
Sideswipe was doubled over from laughing. This was just too good to be true. Oh, the blackmail! He was recording it all. This was too good to pass up!
* * *
Soundwave had minimal interaction with humans; however, is alt mode had gotten him more of an understanding of the Race than Starscream could claim. Therefore, he knew that if Samuel Witwicky wasn't put to bed and given vitamin c - he might become worse and he did not have the tools or the gumption to take care of any other sickness. The World Wide Web had any number of solutions for the case. However, rest was the ultimate treatment.
Soundwave wished that they had a better base. The run down warehouses near the docks was the best for them at the moment, they did not have the funds to build a good base, not like the Autobots. Though, his processors worked at high speed. He could 'borrow' some money from Bill Gates, just in case he ever decided to leave Starscream. The Bot was getting too big for his pants. If Megatron had lived - well, he had this small human to thank for that. Maybe it wasn't as bad as everyone was making it out as. Possibly - Soundwave tried to delete these thoughts.
He found a large crate with oil rags and tarps. Well, it would just have to do. They didn't have blankets. He wrapped the human in a tarp and made a nest out of the rest of it then he set the human on the crate. The watch-bots roamed about before one sniffed in derision.
"What the fudge is this!?" Alert made his anger known.
"It is all that we have,"
"Right, well, we're off to get things for Sam," Watcher replied, he too wasn't happy about the coverings. Sam needed to be in warm, clean blankets!
"No, you stay with the human," Soundwave replied. Then he sent out a signal and spiders crawled from the tin walls. Alert, Wart and Watcher made a perimeter circle around Sam who was too out of it to actually figure out what was going on.
"Legs, take two others with you and go get blankets, human food and a heating source for the human. The rest of you, don't let the Human leave the nest," Soundwave ordered. The spider named Legs, was a Deceptacons version of a Watch-bot. It was black with fifteen, red eyes and had needles all over its body.
"Why must we do all the work? You lot never do anything!" Legs crossed two legs as it sat on it bulbous hind end.
"This is the Human that defeated Megatron," Soundwave explained. The red eyes waved over at Sam and the Watch-bots.
"Well, that's a different story then," Legs muttered. Then he and two of his own were off and disappeared through a hole in the wall. The other spiders sprung from their perches to make another circle. They started an odd humming sound.
"What are they going to do? Eat us?" Wart asked, his voice box quivered.
"No, they're not going to let anything happen to Sam," Alert replied.
"Huh, I hate it when Deceptacons are more alert than me and mine," Watcher - if human- would have pouted like a small child.
* * *
Optimus prime was not happy. Though lately that wasn't new.
What was knew was that out of the thirteen meteor sites, they had only found two Bots. Both Deceptacon that didn't give a flying cow about the war and had a thing for being shiny, though Optimus figured that Dead End had an acute case of Rupophobia. The other was in love with Arcee, who with the held of Sideswipe, had dragged him back to the base in chains.
"What are we going to do with them?" Ratchet asked. Once again, Optimus wished that these sorts of things didn't need to be said. Of course they had to do something with these two bots.
"Arcee! I love you! Why won't you have my Love Child?"
"Because you're an ass hole!"
"That hurts!"
"Just sit still,"
"You missed a spot,"
"I did not!"
The scene of Bumblebee trying to help Dead End get 'clean' and of Arcee and Roadblock fighting over making a family was on the list of 'Weird things that should never happen but did so get the hell over it' - it was Sam's idea.
"Where is Sam?" Ironhide asked, he had been contemplating this question for several moments. The Watch-bots were acting weird, but their leader, Watcher was no where to be found, "He would be out here with us to meet Roadblock and Dead End,"
Optimus froze. His processor whirred to a stop for several long moments before he realized that something was wrong. He looked into the internal security system. The video feed gave him several clues. First, Soundwave had been able to get past their security, even the Watch-bots,.
"We have a problem," Optimus interrupted. The rest of the bots went silent.
"Where is Sam?" Bumblebee asked. He dropped the rag he had been using to help Dead End.
"Soundwave has kidnapped Sam," Optimus replied.
Then, things exploded.
* * *
Watch-Bots
Watch-bots are the last line of security. They can fit into small spaces and sneak around better than most Autobots or Deceptacons. The rat-bots are the Autobots preferred model while Deceptacons like the spiders.
This is my invention, so I am basically making up some BS. But, I needed some help.
