You know what, I don't even have an excuse as it why this took so long so just read it.
Disclaimer: I only own Sam, Magic and their friend on the phone (who is yet to be named)
After the incident with Steeljaw, Sam's headaches and lapses in vision had only grown stronger. If she was to be asked about it she would deny any knowledge of it, but she knew that it was only getting worse. Most evenings were the highpoints of pain. During the day she was normally okay for the most part but in her opinion, the evenings were torturous. Looking online, she had eliminated it being hormonal headaches or some ridiculous theory of it being temporal arteritis but part of her mind was nagging her that it was something more than just stress or dehydration.
Magic on the other hand was secretly starting to suffer from the same, accept for her, it was whenever she was out of the house and in the scrapyard. Inside she was fine but once she reached the command deck in the scrapyard she was struck with the feeling she'd just got hit by a freight train before someone bashed her head in with a fire extinguisher. She was always one to exaggerate. And paracetamol and ibuprofen just weren't cutting it for them, neither of them.
"My old friends: Fun. Excitement. So close yet, so far." Russell was complaining, looking through binoculars at a fairground on the other side of the river.
"Thank you Russell. We love you too." Magic sighed, sarcasm just flowing out of her mouth, sitting cross legged on the floor beside him with a cold flannel to her head.
"Yeah. Feeling the love." Sam added, slightly depressed.
"You know what I did when I was the only bot on the Alchemor? Nothing! And lots of it!" Fixit exclaimed enthusiastically. However it was no help to Russell who merely sighed and started making his way down from the small viewpoint. "That really didn't help, did it?" he frowned.
"Not really, no Fixit. Thanks for trying though." Magic smiled at him before wincing again and lolling her head back to rest on the metal bar behind her.
"I have the cure for boredom." Denny piped in. "There's a football field all the neighbourhood kids play. Why don't you check it out?"
"Uh, sorry dad. No helmet." Russell used as an excuse.
"Dude, even I could've come up with a better reason in my brain-dead state." Magic commented from her perch, not even looking down.
"Your head still hurts Magic?" Denny asked her surprised.
"Yeah uncle Denny. Sam's too, though she keeps trying to act tough about it." she answered, looking down and making her way down the ladder, away from the Sun's glare.
"Hmm. I'll go get a helmet for Russell and then we'll see whether you two need to go to a doctor." Denny decided after thinking it over for a few seconds.
"No, it's fine. We're fine." Sam protested.
"Speak for yourself." Magic whined. "If Sam's really against a doctor, then couldn't Fixit take a look at us?"
"But I don't know anything about human engineering. It would be best if one of the team take you once they bring back the escaped inflict-addict-convict!" Fixit stuttered, bashing himself on the chest to get the name out.
"I suppose so." Magic submitted.
"I was wondering where they went. It was too quiet for everyone to be here." Sam smiled.
"Come on Russell. I have the perfect helmet for you!" Denny announced, dragging the boy off, leaving the three of us.
"Well, I better go to the command deck in case the team contacts us." Fixit informed them.
"Alright-y then." Sam smiled as he wandered off to the command deck. "Well, I don't know about you Magic," she continued, turning to face her sister. "But I am going to our room and snuggle up in bed with the laptop. You wanna stream some films with me?"
"Yeah sure. Can we watch Mary Poppins?"
"Let's go fly a kite!" Sam sang merrily as she jumped out of the house/diner, hair wet from being washed and up in a plait and having changed from the day's outfit to white leggings and a pale blue loose fitting t-shirt along with trainers. She started pretending to be an aeroplane, alternating between which arm was up and which was down.
"Up to the highest height." Magic carried on, sliding in front of her then kicking her leg up into the air which was also sporting trainers along with black denim shorts and a homemade tye dye t-shirt "And send it soaring! God that's such a great film. Why don't we watch that everyday?"
"Because then we would never watch anything else. Besides, we have school most of the time." her sister reminded her in the tone which almost made it seem like this was a normal occurance. "Did you eat too much sugar during the film?"
"...Maybe…Hey, I think the bots are back, yay!" Magic practically squealed before bounding off, her headaches seemingly forgotten. Both of the girls' headaches had seemed to have faded with the amount of pain killers they took, plus spending the day inside in bed, despite they had been bursting out into song the same time as Julie Andrews. Sam slowly followed her, becoming more at ease around the bots since Steeljaw and actually starting to be friendly towards them.
"...and his giant claws, I mean whoosh! Whoosh! So I nailed him with the 'Dino Demonlisher'! Pow! It was, it was epic." Grimlock was telling the group about their triumphant win earlier that day, however Sam doubted that was completely what happened.
"Sounds exciting. Hearing about what all of you do is the most filling-billing-thrilling part of what I do. Gosh I'd like to get out in the field." Fixit sighed. "in a strictly non-confrontational capacity of course."
"Yeah, no you don't. It's so dangerous for us smaller guys that it's not even funny." Sam informed him, reminiscing her time in the forest last week.
"Either way, there's probably some law regulation that'd stop you from going out there anyway." Magic added.
"Rule 669-B. Mini-cons must remain at their duty stations at all times." Strongarm read from her datapad.
"Wow, I was right!" Magic exclaimed in disbelief. "How often does that happen huh?" Magic turned to her sister.
"Less than you would hope." she replied.
"Looks like you weren't cut out for the tough stuff anyway." Sideswipe commented, making Fixit slump over slightly in depression.
"That doesn't mean you don't play a key role on our team." Bumblebee tried to cheer him up.
"Yeah, you're more of...a key… than me or Magic are." Sam also tried to reassure him.
"Just not as key as lead-tail pipe kicker, am I right?" Grimlock asked the team. Silence.
"Well, excuse me." Fixit dismissed himself before rolling away swiftly.
"Aww! I feel sorry for the guy. Don't feel appreciated, he don't. No siree." Magic pittied him. "Oh hey, Russell."
"Hey, how'd it go?" Denny asked Russell as he came back from the football field.
"They've been playing together for a really long time." Russell stated, not actually answering the question.
"Rusty!" a girl shouted from outside the junkyard, ringing what sounded like a bike bell.
"Ooohhh! Russell's got a girlfriend!" Sam teased him in a singsong voice, swaying side to side with every syllable.
"Shut up!" he defended himself.
"Rusty?" Denny asked.
"Oh no."
"Crap, she's gonna see you!" Sam whispered loudly.
"Quick, cameo." Bee stage whispered before all the bots transformed back into their vehicle mode and Grimlock riding on top of Strongarm round the back. Bee was the only one who stayed out in the front. Sam quickly leaned against him in order to seem more natural, in the most unnatural way. Russell and Denny stood off to the side while Magic ran round back to check on everyone else.
"Rusty?" she called out while the dust cleared from everyone's hasty escape from sight. The dust cleared for Sam to see her a brunette with a helmet and goggles on a bike with a sidecar. Why? She didn't know but it was kinda cool, none the less.
"Wow. Griffin Motors 1995 Windblazer. Nice!" she exclaimed, examining the car as she got off her bike, swinging her leg around. "Is it yours?" she asked Sam who jumped in surprise, clearly not expecting the kid to ask her anything.
"Uh, yeah. He's mine. Got'm about a fortnight ago actually. And he's actually an Urbana 500" she replied nervously, patting the hood.
"He?" she asked curiously.
"Um… yeah. Y'know every car has a gender? Well I personally see this one as being a guy car." she lied, thinking of just about anything to cover her slip up a moment ago.
"Uh huh." she nodded, not looking fully convinced. She then turned to Rusty. "You ran off after one play!" she accused him.
"I ate five pounds of grass!" he protested.
"So? Practise in the morning, game in the afternoon." she responded, handing him the helmet he, supposedly, left on the field seeing as she somehow had it. "See you tomorrow." she waved, getting back on her bike and peddling off. Silence.
"I like her." Sam smirked.
"So can I call you Rusty now?" Denny tried.
"No!" Russell stormed off, sulking because of his new found friend and her manipulative ways. Denny then followed him.
"Dinner's in 10 minutes Sam. Make sure you and Magic are back inside by then." Denny told her.
"Sure thing Uncle Denny." she smiled softly, pressing back against Bee unconsciously. When Denny finally left, it was then that Bumblebee decided to speak up.
"Sam, can you get off so I can transform please?" Bee asked the blonde still leaning back against him. Blushing furiously she quickly scampered a few meters away from him so he could transform.
"Gosh, sorry about that. I didn't even ask if I could lean on you. I didn't hurt you did I?" she fretted as he stood up to his full height.
"No, it was fine. A human I was with when I was last on this planet used to do the same to me as well." Bee put her at rest.
"Oh." she replied. "Wait, you had another human before us?"
"Several actually. I was on Earth almost thirty years ago and I had a charge as well as four other humans on the team, so five in total, three of them being children." Bee explained to her, kneeling down to her level. Sam's headache slowly started to come back, but it wasn't anywhere near strong enough to make her stop talking to someone she got on fairly well with.
"Cool, so did they know you their whole lives or what?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"Only one of them did. My team and I actually raised her from when she was a couple months old and she came to see me as an older brother, along with the rest of the team taking on family positions in her eyes."
"That's so weird! My mother was a brought up on a military base. She never really talks about it though. All she ever really says is that it's how she met dad and she lost contact with the people who she considered family when she grew up." she explained to him despite the fact he hadn't asked.
"So how did you know my vehicle mode? I never mentioned what it was." Bee inquired in confusion.
"Well my dad's favourite car is an Urbana 500 so I can recognise one a mile away, so can Magic. I'm not really a car enthusiast apart from Urbanas." Sam explained to him, suddenly feeling bashful. "Well, normal cars anywa-..." she tried adding when her head started housing a thousand hammers. Innately she grabbed the ides of her head, her eyes scrunched closed in pain.
"Sam! Sam, are you alright?" The never-stopping burning spread like wildfire all through her head, going from the back of her eyes to the back of her head and around her ears. Head thrust downwards in attempt to relieve some of the pain was futile as it only grew. A desperate cry escaped her lips. The tears threatening to escape did nothing to quell the every-burning fire hidden behind her eyes.
"Please, stop it! Make it-!" she cried, screamed in any dolorous endeavour to get the pain to cease. She didn't know whether she was asking Bumblebee to make it stop or asking the world to, by ending her, because if this was what her life was going to be, it wasn't worth living.
"Fixit, Denny! Get over here!" Bumblebee shouted in order to be heard over the adolescent's screams.
"What's going on?" Magic asked, coming around the corner. "Oh my God, Sam!" she fell down beside her sister who'd collapsed from the sheer force of the bloodbath going on inside her brain. "FIXIT!" she screamed.
"Magic, what's happening-Sam?" Denny's voice wavered concern as he came over. "Russell stay inside. Don't call an ambulance. We can't risk them seeing anything here." Russell nodded before running inside. "Samantha, can you hear me? Answer me if you can hear me." Denny tried getting her to communicate instead of screaming.
"Gah! It burns!" she gasped, not able to speak fully within the mixture of fear, pain and shock.
"You called, Bumblebee? Oh Primus what happened?" Fixit finally arrived.
"I don't know. One moment she was talking then the next she was in pain." Bumblebee explained, leaning over Sam in concern for her well-being.
"Well, I'm not an expert at human care but I'll see if the scanners can detect anything." Fixit summarised before washing a light from his internal scanners over the writhing teen in her sister's and uncle's arms.
"Magic, you've been having these headaches too, have they been this bad before?" Denny tried getting information out of the younger of the two sisters that could help at all.
"No, never. It's only ever been a bit more than a migraine. Neither have ever screamed because of it."
"Scanners show heightened activity in the cerebral cortex unnatural for humans. Her entire sensory system is in overload and her mind just can't take it."
"Sensory system?" Denny questioned.
"Uh… her nervous system." Bumblebee answered, trying to remember the human equivalent.
"Hello! What can we do to stop it? You're saying she can't handle it, are you telling me that she's dying!?" Magic demanded, panicked.
Hehehehehe! I'm so evil! Don't worry, the next part is already in progress. I just wanted to pull your leg a little bit.
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