Hey, all my readers, I'm back with another chapter. I hope you like, and I hope it's not rushed, because I wanted this up before I went two days without internet :( I've made you wait long enough, though not much twin action happens yet. More prep, it seems.
6 – Baking Cookies, Brawls, and Twins – 6
I freshened myself up and made sure my hair was in a ponytail before I went downstairs. I remembered how the boys liked cookies, and I remembered how Grandma always made cookies for them. They were going to expect it.
Stepping into the kitchen, I moved over to the pantry and began to pull out the necessary ingredients for chocolate chip cookies—chocolate chip cookies with milk and white chocolate chips. They would like those, I hope.
I got a mixing bowl out and a wooden spoon and began to make the cookie dough. My mouth began to water as I mixed the egg in with the butter and brown sugar. I loved making cookies. I've always liked making cookies. As I thought about how I always made cookies, I quickly whipped the egg into the batter. I had to make sure that the egg was in there good or the whole recipe could flop. If it flopped, the twins would have no fresh cookies.
A small figure appeared beside the bowl after I set it down. I looked and saw it was Breakdown, the Decepticon I saw fighting alongside Knock Out when the war broke out in my room the day before. I looked into his yellow eyes for less than a second before I continued to make the cookie dough. "What do you want, Breakdown?" I sighed.
"Are you making cookies?" he asked.
I glanced at him. "Yeah…why?"
He blinked a few times. "Can…can I help? Back on Cybertron I used to bake cookies…but on Cybertron, they were called 'oil cakes'—our version of cookies was, anyway."
I looked at him in mild surprise. He wanted to help me make chocolate chip cookies? This seemed out of character for him. I couldn't possibly see him wearing an apron and oven mitts. He was a warrior, not a baker. I stopped mixing the cookie dough and looked at him straight on. "You, Breakdown, want to bake cookies?" I put the pole down and crossed my arms. "I don't find that very believable. Are you going to try and poison the dough or something?"
Breakdown seemed shocked that I would suggest such a thing. "No, no, no! I just want to make cookies!"
I leaned down close so that I was in his face. "Are you sure about that?"
Breakdown pressed his lips firmly together before he nodded once.
"I wonder what happened to Breakdown?" Knock Out mused out loud. He lazily twirled his Energon prod around in his servos as he reclined back in the lazyboy that sat in the living room. Mirage sat cross-legged above the vain medic, on the headrest, watching him intently.
"I wouldn't worry about him," Mirage said in his cultured voice. "Ashley probably came across him and dealt with him."
Knock Out looked at him. "She wouldn't pull of his arms, would she?" he asked, a doubtful edge in his voice.
Bumblebee jumped up onto the recliner and sat down on the right armrest. "I dunno," he chuckled. "Remember what she did to Megatron? The leader of you guys is still walking around without arms…"
"Can it, bug!" Knock Out snarled, sitting up. He pointed his Energon prod at the VW Beetle-transformer for a good measure. "Breakdown is not like Megatron! Breakdown knows respect!"
"How much respect?" Mirage inquired, an eyebrow cocked.
"A lot of respect, Towers snob!" Knock Out growled. Mirage stiffened at the insult and went to counter it, but was cut off as the Decepticon medic continued. "He buffed Megatron's armor whenever he went to speak before the Decepticon masses; he follows every order that came from our lord's voicebox. Don't tell me Breakdown doesn't show any respect!"
"Never did," Bumblebee chuckled. Knock out merely glared at the scout before he tackled him with a roar. He tried to stab Bumblebee with his prod, but since none of their weapons worked; it was like stabbing someone with a two-pronged pole-fork.
Mirage was about to dive into the fray when the rational side of his processor sharply reminded him that Ashley would not appreciate if a brawl took place in the living room. Especially when she was going to be taking care of a set of twins.
Without a second though, he jumped off of the lazy boy and took off running towards the kitchen. When he reached the correct door, he charged in and across the room until he came to a screeching halt by Ashley's cloth covered pedes. He craned his neck in order to look up at her while she spooned organic matter onto a large slab of metal. "Ashley!" he called, attempting to gain her attention.
I heard someone call my name before someone insistently began to tug on my pant leg. I glanced at Breakdown, who was elbow-deep in the cookie-dough, making sure to create balls of it that were evenly sized. Then I looked down. I was surprised to see Mirage standing there, gripping my right pant let with one of his blue hands. He was staring up at me with a calm look of worry. "What is it, Mirage?" I asked.
Breakdown stopped what he was doing and looked down over the edge of the counter.
"Knock Out has started a brawl with Bumblebee. You may want to stop it before it destroys the living room," he informed me.
I sighed. Really? I couldn't turn my back for more than half an hour? I put the spoon I was using to scoop up cookie-dough and looked at Breakdown again. "Help me rein in your partner, will you?" I asked. The orange-faced Decepticon looked up at me and nodded. I held out my hand and waited for him to step onto it before I turned and walked into the living room. Mirage had sat down on top of my foot, and rode it into the room.
When I took in the "brawl", I shook my head and clicked my tongue disapprovingly. I could clearly see that Bumblebee was on the defensive and that Knock Out was on the offensive. I crouched down and set Breakdown on the floor before I quickly walked over to the two before I grabbed them. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Knock Out exclaimed after I pulled him away from Bumblebee. "I was teaching that bug about Breakdown's loyalty!"
I narrowed my eyes and glared. "I'm pretty sure Breakdown's loyal," I informed him before I turned and made him look down at his partner.
Breakdown crossed his arms and Knock Out laughed nervously. "Hello there, Breakdown… where were you?" Knock Out said.
"Helping Ashley bake cookies to feed you all—including the soon-to-come fleshy twins," the blue Decepticon told the red one. I set Knock Out down on the floor and after I straightened, I looked at Bumblebee.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
The little VW Beetle-transformer nodded. I set him down on my shoulder, and walked back into the kitchen. Mirage was still sitting on my foot, since I could still feel him there. But walked over to the kitchen sink and turned it on as Bumblebee jumped off of my shoulder. He landed next to the sink and watched as I washed my hands. I saw him glancing from my hands to the cookie-dough and back. Mirage climbed up my leg and onto the counter, and joined Bumblebee in watching me wash my hands.
"Hey, do you two want to help me make cookies? You'll have to wash your hands first, though."
The last batch of cookies was in the oven and both Mirage and Bumblebee were dotted with dough-scraps. Mirage looked slightly disgusted at his current state, but Bumblebee was smiling, not caring if he was dirty. Mirage ripped a glob of dough and threw it away in a random direction. He then began to rub at the spot that the dough had been stuck to in order to try and get rid of the stickiness it had left behind. I chuckled. "Don't worry, Mirage. I'll fill the empty sink with water and soap and you two can have a bath. I need you to be clean anyway. I don't need Kevin or Kaleb licking one of you when I'm not looking."
Bumblebee was the one to nod. Mirage simply stared at me. I quickly cleaned everything up and put it into the dishwasher. I turned it on before I put the plug in the bottom of the right-hand sink and started filling it with water. Quickly, I poured a little bit of vanilla scented dish-soap in the bottom so it could lather, and stood back to wait. When it was full enough, I turned off the tap, tested the water, and after I dubbed it not too hot and not too cold, I picked up Mirage and Bumblebee and gently set them down in the water.
Mirage stiffened and sunk to the bottom while Bumblebee flailed around. I laughed heartily before I cautioned them. "You don't want to soak the cookies like you almost caused them to fall to the floor, right?" I told them.
They nodded as Bumblebee stilled. They quickly began to scrub the dough off of their armor as I recalled what happened with a small laugh. Mirage and Bumblebee had rolled and packed balls of dough until all the dough was gone. But then Bumblebee stumbled backwards into the racks, and Mirage tried to stop him. They both almost sent the cookies to the floor, but I managed to stop the catastrophe. Now the cookies were safely put away in a Tupperware container.
When they cleaned themselves off, I held out two towels and waited for them to climb out of the sink. When they had, they took the towels and dried themselves off. After they were done, they handed the towels back to me before they scrambled up onto my shoulders. I chuckled quietly before I quickly tossed the towels to the side and walked back into the living room. There, I found most of the Autobots and a couple of the Decepticons were sitting in front of the TV, which was connected to my laptop, which I hadn't bothered to unplug yet. They had found Netflix on my laptop, and had browsed it.
I blinked a few times when I saw what they were watching.
A grey robot with red eyes transformed into a tiny gun that dropped into a miss-matched robot's hands. A bunch of familiar robots came rushing at them, and I instantly remembered what was going on. It had disturbed me greatly when I had watched it when I was little.
The miss-matched robot was called "Autobot X", but possessed the mind of Spike Witwicky, who had been seriously injured. He was so confused that he didn't know if the Autobots were his friends or not.
"The Transformers is on Netflix? I never knew!" I exclaimed.
Wheeljack turned to look up at me while everyone else continued to watch the show. "I hope you don't mind that we used your Lap Top," he said.
"I don't mind, Wheeljack. Enjoying it?"
Optimus turned to look at me as well. "Indeed. It seems like we all are," Wheeljack replied.
"Are you from this world?" I gestured to the TV.
Optimus shook his head. "I…believe," he told me as the episode ended. Wheeljack and Optimus turned back towards the TV as Jazz quickly dashed over to the laptop and clicked on the "Back to Browse" button. Quickly, he typed "Transformers" in the search bar, and The Transformers popped up first, followed by Transformers: Dark of the Moon and Transformers: Prime. Jazz moved the arrow over Transformers: Dark of the Moon, but stopped.
"Shouldn't we watch the first movie first?" I asked.
"Do ya 'ave it?" Jazz asked.
I shook my head. "No."
"Where can ya get it?" he stared at me from behind his visor.
"At the store," I told him. "But I can't go out now; the twins are due to come over in a few minutes. I need you all to be good while I straighten up the living room."
I turned my back and straightened the cushions on the lazyboy that had been knocked askew during Knock Out's and Bumblebee's scuffle. And as I set down the last cushion, the doorbell rang. I straightened, made sure there was no cookie dough on my shirt or in my hair, before walking quickly to the front door. I smiled as I opened the door and took in the sight of Mrs. Anderson, Kevin, and Kaleb. Kaleb was in Mrs. Anderson's arms and was bouncing slightly, while Kevin clung to her left leg.
"Hello!" I greeted happily. "Is it time for the little ones to come over?"
Mrs. Anderson nodded with a grin. "Yep!"
"Where are you going, anyway?" I asked as the twins were handed to me. I grunted in surprise when both boys wanted to be in my arms, and when they were, I was surprised at how much they weighed. For goodness sake, they were only three!
"I'm going out to dinner with my husband. It will be the first time we've done it since those two were born," the woman replied.
"Well, good for you, Mrs. Anderson!" I congratulated her.
Quickly, she handed me the boys' things and I managed to grab the handles of the backpacks without dropping them or the boys. With a kind goodbye, Mrs. Anderson shut the door behind her and I was left standing there, staring at it.
Once I had sorted through my thoughts I had walked into the living room and set the boys down on their feet. But I kept a hand on them in case they decided to run away. Quickly, I scanned the living room for any of the Autobots or Decepticons and saw that the living room was suspiciously empty of all forms of alien robot toys. My laptop had even been disconnected from the TV and closed.
My eyes narrowed. Either the alien toys had gone off and started another battle behind my back, or they were truly not in the room…
I straightened and moved my hands to rest them on the boys' tawny heads. I slowly scanned the living room again before I hesitantly opened my mouth. "Guys? They're here…" I called. "…Uh…where did you go?"
There was silence, and I knew Kevin and Kaleb were getting antsy. I was getting suspicious as to what my little houseguests were up to when I heard the sound of two tiny engines. I looked in the direction the sound was coming from, which sounded like the hall that lead to the stairs. Kevin and Kaleb turned around as I did and gripped my pant legs out of what I could only guess was habit. For a few seconds, nothing appeared and all I could hear were two little engines before I heard Sideswipe ask, "Are they here yet, Ashley? Are the twins here yet?" And with that, a small silver Corvette Stingray and a little yellow Lamborghini appeared in sight and drove towards me and the boys.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker transformed just as they came within three feet of us and landed on their feet gracefully. Kevin and Kaleb were looking at the two curiously, and I knew why. Once I had to house sit and babysit the boys. When the Hub advertised that the show Transformers: Rescue Bots was on next, the two had urged me to stay on the channel so that they could watch. Apparently, they were big fans of Griffin Rock, the rescue team, and the four robots they worked with. One was a police cruiser, another was a fire truck, and the last two were a helicopter and a bulldozer. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were vastly different from the Rescue Bots.
Being the ever cheerful and socially adept one, Sideswipe raised a servo and waved at the boys. "Hey, how're ya doin'?"
Kevin and Kaleb slowly waved back, but didn't say anything.
"You two, this is Kevin and Kaleb. Boys, this is Sideswipe and Sunstreaker."
The boys settled down on the couch with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, and it seemed like they were taking it well. I had logged on to Netflix on my computer and had it still hooked up to the TV, using it to play Rescue Bots at the boys urging. I sat down on the couch adjacent to the one both sets of twins were sitting on with a cup of hot chocolate as the helicopter bot screamed and jumped into the police cruiser-bot's arms while they were stranded on an island.
Kevin and Kaleb laughed while the Autobot twins snickered. I allowed a small snicker before I sipped my hot drink. What I learned about this show, since I had to sit and watch it, that it was cute and witty.
Mirage stealthily crawled up my sleeve and stood up on my shoulder. "The others are coming," he whispered by my ear. "Optimus thought it would be better to introduce only a few of us at a time. He didn't want to overwhelm the…er…the sparklings."
I nodded knowingly. "I understand, Mirage. Thank you." I smiled at him briefly before he climbed down my shoulder and disappeared from sight. I leaned back in the chair a little bit more as the characters on the TV found a pirate ship in a hidden cavern. I heard the Autobots and a couple of Decepticons trickle into the room. After he greeted the boys, Bumblebee sat down next to me.
Blitzwing copied him, but with his Random personality, so he was cackling crazily.
Slowly the boys met all the bots, and I grinned, having a feeling that this babysitting experience would be good.
SJSGirl: It will take a long time for the possible relationship they could have had between each other to mend. You'll see a lot more of it next chapter.
Shadowsteak: Thanks!
zrexheartz: Why?
Princess of Dreams (Guest): It could.
Enchanted: I they aren't!
lydiathetigeropean: Good idea. I'm thinking of feeding them other foods.
jazz5454: Okay.
Sammywolfstar: In the story, there are about 12 Autobots and 8 Decepticons, I think.
Naughtia: They probably will. I thought it would be cool if the twins would like a human set of twins. Pranks? Just around the corner.
Kaitlyn Thorne: This babysitting even is going to be chaotic, that is why it has been contained for the next chapter. 3000 or more words of chaos in the form of Autobots, Decepticons, and human toddlers. And one has to act like a drill sergeant in order to get their point across.
Cutie Kyuubi: Ya gotta wait a tiny bit more, but it will be great.
Dejathoris: Glad you are!
markzilla6895: I don't think Shockwave will be appearing… maybe after they get back to their dimension…