003 "Warm My Body" by Abraxas 2010-01-05
They got off the highway. Free of civilization. Surrounded by stars.
Sam climbed Bumblebee - the Autobots's hand trailed ready to catch a slip.
A burst of snow dusted the area. The boy caught a flake and showed it to the robot. It melted as they watched.
"It changed to winter, now, Bumblebee," Sam explained.
A wall of white descended. The air, already cool, chilled. Both exhaust and breath fogged.
Eyes of metal and flesh met then anxiously raised toward the moon.
"Cybetronians are frigid." The Autobot turned its face toward the boy. "You - I want your skin against my metal."
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