AN: Warning, I'm using a try it now for 15 minutes free internet access thing. I kind of connected before I realized I wanted to re read through this chapter. So um ya there might be some mistakes. Hopefully not to many though. My old beta hasn't sent me any word on whether they will continue to beta or not. So I guess I'm forced to ask if anyone wants to beta for me. Any takers?
Also thanks a lot for the reviews. They do mean a lot to me. And special thanks to Byrnstar, because of you I actually rewrote Springer. I hate to make him unlikable but it does seem better for the story.
And now for my final words.
STORIES YOU GOTTA READ
The Faction that Sparked him by ISTARRUNER
A GREAT story, in fact all of this authors stories kick major ass. I highly recommend them.
Adios from Cinninati or however the heck you spell it :P its cold here.
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-1Springer came online slowly.
Systems still shocked by the missile to his gut whined in protest as the pain hit with the force of a 50 ton sledge hammer.
"Ugh."
His optics flashed as he turned his head trying to figure out what happened.
His chest hurt badly.
What happened? Why did he hurt? Processors still knocked silly slowly tried to piece together bits of memory. Did he get injured in reentry? Last he remembered was transforming into the very uncomfortable protoform shell and breaking atmo.
It had been worse than he expected.
Earths atmosphere was so thick, it was jumping into a pool of water. It had been shocking and the heat intense.
Self diagnostics was offline so he had no idea what was damaged or how badly. His processors felt sluggish, he could actually hear it whine inside his head. That wasn't normal but Springer couldn't bring himself to care. There was also a strange fuzziness to his eyesight. Things to his left were just indistinguishable blobs.
His audio functions were working just fine as he became aware of the very loud very…inventive curses ringing through the air.
He knew that voice, he also knew those curses. Ratchet always used the same words, it was volume and whether or not he accented them with a wrench to the head that changed.
He made a chirr sound of contentment. While he still felt horrible at least he was well taken care of. Nobody was better than Ratchet, and if he was taking the time to curse then it couldn't be that bad.
"Ra…chet?"
He sounded as exhausted as he felt.
A shadow fell over his form.
"Welcome to the land of the living. Slagger."
"Guh."
Was the only thing Springer could say to convey how he felt. Ratchet kept on talking not letting Springers noises interrupt him as he went on to explain how much of an idiot he was.
"And if you EVER and I mean ever!"
Springer cried out as Ratchet grabbed him by the helm and forced their optics to meet.
"EVER do anything so stupid again I will personally rip your spark casing out. Do you understand me?"
Now Springer had been threatened before. Countless times by countless bots, not all of them decepticons. But there was a saying among all bots that one should never piss off a medic. Medics were scary, and Ratchet was the Allspark monster of them all.
"You could have seriously injured Grimlock."
Springer flashed his optics.
Oh ya he remembered now. He had gotten shot by Ironhide.
Grimlock the little freak he was had jumped the human Sam. He had smelled blood and rushed to save the little fragile human. Forgetting in his haste about Ironhides programming. All things considering he was surprised he was alive. Harming a sparkling around the large black mech was pretty much signing a death warrant.
Springer grunted softly and decided a no comment was better than saying something stupid and getting slagged by Ratchet the Hatchet.
"I've talked to Prowl. He has expressed concern over your thoughts about my sparklings."
Springer stiffened slightly. He flexed his fingers trying to figure out if he could move and run if need be. He wanted to tell Ratchet they weren't really his. True his bonded had built them but slag it, Ratchet didn't have a thing to do with it. Why claim a pair of creepy and obviously wrong sparklings.
"I have scanned them both thoroughly. They are Autobots."
"Autobots don't have red optics."
He yelped in pain as Ratchet took a large wrench and whacked him over the head with it.
"Get your sorry aft out of my med bay! And Primus help you if Ironhide shoots you again, because I won't!"
Springer rolled off the table, just barely avoiding said wrench as Ratchet threw it at him with all his strength. A loud clang sounded through the small room as the wrench imbedded itself in the wall.
Jeez Ratchet was fritzed!
"I'm going I'm going!"
Springer rubbed the side of his helm, now sporting a good sized dent.
He shouldn't have come here. He hadn't wanted to come to this little planet.
But Wheeljack was going, which meant the freak sparklings were, which meant that Arcee was.
And he would follow Arcee anywhere.
He loved her. Wanted to bond with her with all of his spark and more.
Arcee knew of his interest. He hadn't been subtle about it. There was just something about her. She was a deadly and fierce fighter. She was intelligent and skilled. Everything he admired in a bot. Not only that but he loved her curves. The femme body just appealed to him. He wanted her so badly.
He'd been chasing her, trying to attract her interest for over a thousand vorns now. She hadn't really given him any sign she was interested, but nor did she outright turn him away. It was alike a dance, he took a step forward and she sidestepped away.
Lately though she had been noticeably warmer toward him.
Springer grumbled softly to himself. And now it looked like a moment of not thinking was going to alienate Arcee from him.
Arcee was very protective of both the Sparklings, but especially toward Grimlock since he was the one most bots were hostile to. She had just started to warm up to his advances but now…she was just as cold as back when he'd first met her.
He had a feeling he was in a lot of trouble.
Optimus was going to chew his aft over what he had done with the Sparkling.
Never mind that he had been trying to protect the soft organic human. What was he supposed to do let the little monster maul the human to death? Everyone was acting like he had committed a crime. He didn't hurt the little red eyed freak.
Still grumbling and in a bit of pain he made his way toward the rec room. He had already downloaded a small map given to him that pinpointed where the human guards were as well as what all the small buildings were for.
It was night out. A moon hung large in the sky illuminating everything in a silver light. He paused a moment to look at it. He had flown past the dead moon seen it up close. It had been nothing special to look at, just a dead rock in space. Yet it seemed so much more beautiful viewed from here.
He might not have wanted to originally come here, but even he had to admit the planet was beautiful. Rich and vibrant with life. It was…slightly used by the humans and their progress but it wasn't past the point of repair. It could be fixed. Perhaps he ought to suggest that to Prime. It would put them in the humans good graces even more if they helped clean up their planet.
He walked into the rec room. He stiffened slightly seeing both Arcee and Bumblebee sitting together talking softly.
He desperately wanted to speak with her. However she seemed to be enjoying the conversation. She always seemed to enjoy others company more than his.
He grabbed a cube, glancing around and noticed sadly that there were no energon converters.
"Here."
Springer jumped slightly when a white and green hand took the cube from him.
Wheeljack.
"The pumps over here."
Springer watched as Wheeljack worked the pump, producing a strange light green liquid. Sensors in his olfactory vents registered an organic based mix. Figures fuel on this planet would be created from organics. When Wheeljack offered him the cube he took it but didn't drink at first.
Wheeljack was probably the most intelligent bot Springer had ever met. He was also the kindest and most patient. He couldn't think of anyone that didn't like Wheeljack…except maybe Ratchet. Looking at those two one would think they hated each other. Then again maybe that was just the nature of the Ratchet beast. The twins had once told him that the more he yelled and threatened bodily harm the more he liked ya. Which in Wheeljacks case would mean he loved him with all his spark.
Although that theory was probably shot out of the roof. There had been real hatred and angry in Ratchet eyes when he had gotten yelled at.
Guilt stabbed him in his spark. He might not trust Grimlock but he owned his creator his life. Springer couldn't think of how many times the quick thinking Cybertronian had saved his Aft, a lot of bots Afts.
"Wheeljack…"
Wheeljacks fins flashed a light blue.
"It was a mistake. Grimlocks fine, your fine…everyone's ok."
There was a sad look in his optics. His tone soft and light although Springer couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it. Wheeljack looked like he wanted to say something more on the subject, but he didn't. Instead he motioned to the cube.
"Go on drink up. Ratchet told me to make sure you took enough in."
Springer looked down at the fuel. He was unsure about this. He'd never taken in organic based fuel before.
"Its won't kill ya."
Jack said with amusement coloring his voice and fins.
Springer took a sip. Like Wheeljack said it tasted funny but it was surprisingly good.
"Keep an optic on your meters. Its easy to over energize on this stuff."
Wheeljack warned as he steered them toward the table Arcee and Bumblebee sat at. Springer tried to veer off, go to another but Wheeljack wouldn't have any of that.
"Good Afternoon Arcee, Bee."
Wheeljack said cheerfully.
"Yo."
Springer unable to flee now sat down stiffly next to Arcee. It was the only available seat as Wheeljack took the one beside bee. Slagger probably did that on purpose.
Wheeljack and Bee were talking. Springer tried to pay attention, to learn what he missed, but it was hard. He just wanted to sulk for a bit but no one was letting him.
"ACK get back here GRIMLOCK!"
Springer almost drew his gun as something small and silver jumped out of nowhere and landed on his head. Only the familiar clicks and whirls of a sparkling kept him from over reacting. The red eyes didn't help that was for sure. Every time he got a glimpse he thought a Decepticon was jumping him.
He shuddered as he fought the urge to rip the Sparkling from his head and fling him.
The little freak had no fear that's for sure. He didn't even hesitate as he climbed all over his head. One could think he'd be at least slightly nervous around Springer now.
"Grimlock!"
A human came running in. It was Sam Witwicky the human that had somehow managed to kill Megatron.
"You little brat."
The boy glared at the sparkling panting as he tried to catch his breath. Grimlock made a surprisingly human sounding laughing noise at him. Letting go of Springers helm Grimlock jumped onto the table.
"Don't let him have your fuel!"
Arcee yelped as as one everyone but Springer grabbed their cubes off the table.
Ever before she spoke Grimlock made a straight line to the fuel. Springer jerking into action reached over the small bot and grabbed the cube.
Red eyes brightened in disappointment.
"Ratchet makes a special blend for them. Grimlock however seems to want what we have."
Bee said filling Springer in.
"How's the Baby sitting going?"
Bee continued. The human glared at him.
"I told you I can't do this! They are faster and stronger than me, BOTH of them."
Grimlock jumped from the table, Springer got a glimpse of something white in his claws but couldn't make out what it was.
"Ack!"
The human yelped as Grimlock tackled him making playful chirps sounds. He then proceeded to sit on the human and play with the white thing in his hands.
Red faced the human yelled.
"SEE the baby can sit on the sitter THIS ISN'T RIGHT!"
Acree, Bee, and Wheeljack chuckled.
Bee didn't miss a beat as he told the kid.
"Think of it as training. You'll be in great shape for boot by the time Ratchet releases you."
Everyone's obvious amusement allowed Springer to relax. Despite the enthusiasm in the Sparklings tackling he was being gentle.
"I WOULD be getting in shape at boot if I wasn't a being held against my will by a paranoid psychotic madman of a medic!"
That made everyone laugh although Springer had to wonder why the human was apparently restricted to the base although if Ratchet was involved it was for a medical reason. But that didn't make sense, why not just send the human to one of their own doctors?
Weird.
"What that in his claws?"
Springer asked. He focused on the small white…creature. Yep it was definitely a little white organic.
"A rat."
Wheeljack said and at Springer confused look he elaborated.
"A small rodent, non sentient. They are pests but some like this white one humans have as pets. I had Sam's creator pick some up for me. I hoping it'll teach Grimlock to be more careful with organics."
Grimlock whistled and lifted the rat up with both hands as if to show it off.
"Ookay."
"he's doing better. This ones lasted almost 3 hours."
Springer blinked.
"How many has he killed?"
Wheeljack shrugged looking slightly sheepish.
"Counting the wild one he caught, four."
Springer didn't care about pests. However he was rather worried about the humans. If Grimlock accidentally killed at all he might kill a human. Granted humans were a lot bigger and tougher but they were still fragile. Why didn't anyone see that Grimlock was dangerous around the human? Why couldn't they see that he could seriously hurt Sam Witwicky? Were they blind? Springer wanted to tear out his gears and scream!
Wheeljack and Ratchet he could understand, they were the sparklings creators, but why didn't anyone else see what a little freak those two were? They were born without the Allspark and Grimlock had red eyes!
Springer hunched his shoulders thinking back to a few that had agreed with him.
There had been CliffJumper and Powerglide…a few others to. Some had even tried to offline Grimlock although Arcee and Wheeljack were way to talented fighters to allow that. He had defended the freak once to, although it was only to try and gain Arcee's favor. Being nice to the monster seemed a good way to win her good graces.
"Get off Grimlock."
"Where's Swoop?"
Wheeljack asked looking around.
"Last I saw, climbing tree's."
Sam said struggling under the sparkling.
He suddenly rolled. Springer couldn't help but snort as the sparkling made a squeak of surprise and fell over. The white lab rat also squeaked as it fell out of the sparklings grasp and made a mad dash toward freedom. Grimlock however proved far faster and quickly pounced on it.
"He's getting faster."
Springer said impressed as well as worried. He could barely remember a time when Sparklings existed but he did seem to remember them being all arms and legs. No grace and no coordination, Grimlock didn't seem to have that awkwardness. Actually Swoop was rather graceful as well now that he thought about it.
He wondered if it was because Wheeljack created them. A mech that went to great lengths in perfection no matter what he did, or if it was because of their strange sparking.
"Come one Grimlock. Lets go find your brother before Ratchet yells at us."
The human tugged on the sparklings shoulders and together they left.
Springer nearly fell out of his seat when a hand laid on top of his unexpectedly.
He blinked at the much smaller graceful hand. Followed the arm attached and further still up to Arcee's face.
Both Bee and Wheeljack stopped talking but he didn't notice. Heck he didn't even notice as they gave each other smirking looks.
"Say Jack, lets go help Sam."
"What a superb idea Bee."
There was a long silence as the two bots stared at each other.
"Why?"
She asked simply.
Springer didn't pretend to NOT know what she was talking about.
"He could have hurt Sam. He did hurt the human, I could smell blood."
Arcee snorted and turned her head away. She also removed her hand much to Springers dismay.
"I'm not asking why he grabbed him off Sam."
She turned back to him. Her optics were so light they were nearly white.
"You really hurt Wheeljack. You know that right?"
She shook her head slowly.
"Its killing him inside with how others are reacting to his creations. And to see a bot he thought he could trust with them…say those horrible things!"
Springer knew that. Although perhaps he never thought of it that way. He knew Wheeljack had trusted him with the sparklings. He'd even left them in his care once when him and Arcee went searching for fuel. He wouldn't hurt the Sparklings. He didn't want to offline them like Cliffjumper and Powerglide. At least…he didn't think he did.
Springer lowered his gaze, thinking.
"I didn't hurt him. I wouldn't hurt him. Why does it matter what I think about him?"
Arcee made a sound of disgust.
"You are truly a pig headed blind fool."
Ok that was a very human term. He hadn't expected it and it shocked him to listen closely.
"I know what you want Springer."
Again she placed her hand on his.
"And now that the war is over…I was prepared to give it to you."
He felt like his spark wanted to sing, but at the same time he could almost hear an ominous 'but' yet to be said.
"But I don't think I can bond with someone that hates like you do."
He shuddered, a horrible sinking feeling settling deep within his spark. His optics flashed in pain as he tried to find his vocalizer to speak.
Arcee beat him to the punch.
"Just think about it Springer. You're a good bot. I know you are. Make me believe it again, make me change my mind."
With that she stood up and left the rec room.
His mind ran over the conversation, trying to figure out what was going on. How did he screw up so badly? Was there anyway to fix this? Could he fix it?
"Springer, Report to my Office!"
Optimus's voice echoed through his comm link.
Great…just great. This was just what he needed right now.
"Coming."
He said and stood up.
He had a lot to think about, and knowing Optimus he'd have a lot of hard labor coming to him to think it over with.
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Ok…
Mikaela stood outside her truck on the passengers side. Her arms crossed with an annoyed look on her face.
In her truck lay the sleeping (and drooling) pretender shell of Bonecrushers. He had fallen asleep not long after they left the party. Now she had no idea what to do with him. Should she leave him in the truck and hope he didn't puke, or did she try to do the impossible and move a mountain?
She tapped her finger against her forearm.
"Or…"
She smiled suddenly.
This body wasn't real. It was just a weird type of hologram.
"I can unplug that device and you'll just disappear."
She nodded to herself and started toward the garage.
It only took her a moment to reach the real Bonecrusher. Scurrying up the ladder she made her way toward his head. His mech body looked as out of it as the shell. His eye was dimmed and unfocused.
She tilted her head listening to the machinery in his chest.
The softer and slower sounds of pumps and gears told her he was sleeping.
"I can't believe you drank so much so quickly. Idiot."
Jumping down into the hole Mikaela quickly found the holo projector. What she found took her by surprise.
"That's strange."
She said fingering the wires that lead to the device.
Frowning Mikaela grabbed a shop light she'd hung up and shone it on the part. The wires were…well it wasn't solder. But some sort of metal was definitely forming on the wires and plugs holding the device in place. She touched the welds. It honestly looked like a solder weld, only out of some other kind of metal, not the soft silver based wire used in soldering. Was it some kind of self repair thing Bonecrushers body was doing? After all his body was slowly repairing itself. She was just helping it along and fixing what couldn't be fixed. But what she found strange was the fact it was happening now. The welds hadn't been there before. Was it because the device was turned on?
Well…whatever was going on. The projector was now a permanent part of his body. There was no way she'd be able to unhook it without causing pain and some damage. And there was no way for her to turn it off. Bonecrusher had to do that.
"Well shit."
Mikaela leaned back, resting against something in Bonecrushers chest.
"Guess I'll try to move a mountain."
Uh she was not looking forward to that. But she didn't feel comfortable just leaving him in her truck. Maybe she could splash water on him or something and he'd wake up.
She was rather surprised tonight. Bonecrusher had been an almost…well gentlemen was definitely not the answer but he'd been tolerable. He didn't threaten anyone's lives and he'd actually had a conversation with Mrs. Jenkins.
He said he might be willing to start over.
She shivered remembering how Bonecrusher had leaned over and whispered in her ear.
Oh lord why did that affect her so. It was stupid and a little bit weird but she hadn't been able to squash the explosion of yearning.
Her ears were very sensitive she couldn't help it. She thought his shell was very attractive. It didn't help either that his personality while…rough around the edges was still appealing to her.
He wasn't a jerk like Trent had been. Trent had been all talk and nothing else. He was self centered and spoiled. Didn't know what he was talking about half the time.
Bonecrusher…he was cruel and hateful. But he was also experienced. He knew what pain and suffering was.
He'd been a soldier in a war that spanned thousands if not millions of years.
Bonecrushers cruelty wasn't born out of selfishness and growing up spoiled. It was born out of hardship and war.
She didn't know why that made a difference but it did.
Jesus she was a weirdo lusting after an alien.
She couldn't deny it either. She knew what attraction and lust were. It was the reason she dated Trent for so long. Not that she ever let him get beyond second base. One thing she was very proud of and would probably shock everyone at her old school, she was a virgin.
Trent had tried, oh lord did he try to get into her pants. She even had to slap him once when he didn't stop when she told him to. Despite being so little she could hit hard, it had stunned Trent and struck home the fact that she wasn't playing around.
Climbing out of his chest again Mikaela double checked on the real Bonecrusher.
Out like a light, systems humming softly.
He actually didn't look bad as a robot either. The angular features and harsh lines on his face held their own type of appeal.
OH GOD I did not just think that.
That's it, she was insane totally and utterly insane!
Shaking her head violently Mikaela went down the ladder and back to the 'pretender shell'. She crossed her arms again, wondering how she was supposed to do this. She decided there was no way she could move him on her own. She would have to wake him up or just leave him here.
"Bonecrusher."
She said loudly.
"Wake up."
She shook his shoulder, softly at first then harder. He moaned softly and tried to turn away from her. She decided annoying was the best course of action and flicked his ear with her finger and she wasn't exactly gentle doing it either. He flinched and brought a hand up to cover the offended body part. He finally opened his eye.
"Jesus you're fucked up."
Mikaela smiled. Bonecrusher didn't say anything although he did give her a piss poor excuse of a dirty look.
Grabbing his thick arm Mikaela maneuvered so it was draped over her shoulder. Being a reasonable smart mech he instantly understood what she wanted. He got his legs out of the truck, leaning on her heavily.
"Come on Crush. Lets get you inside before you crash. I hear water helps a hangover."
"It gets worse?"
He rasped out in dismay.
"Ya, just don't you dare barf on me."
Bonecrusher moaned as the world spun around him. The pleasant warm fuzzy feelings he'd gotten when he started drinking were quickly going away. He felt hot. A heat that internal fans couldn't cure…even if he had them in this form. His head hurt and his midsection was making unpleasant flip flops. If he didn't know better he'd say the organ had somehow gotten loose and was really turning inside him.
He was pretty sure humans didn't work that way.
"What's barf?"
He was forced to ask. Primus he hated asking about words. Why couldn't humans call something by a single name. Why did they complicate things by idioms, expressions, synonyms, and all that other useless junk?
"Trust me, you don't wanna know."
Mikaela grunted as she tried to bear his weight. She could actually feel her body creakin.
"Crush, you need to stand up. Come on, just a little ways."
Working together they started toward the house.
"Come on big guy. One foot after the other."
Mikaela tried to keep her mind on the task at hand. Getting Crush to her couch.
Her hormones had other plans. She could feel him. It was strange. This body wasn't real. It was an advanced holo form or something like that. Yet she couldn't help but notice how warm he was. It was disconcerting. And the more uncomfortable she was, the more she noticed every curve and muscle pressed against her.
"How do you humans do that?"
Crush suddenly asked. Mikaela swallowed hard as she felt tiny shivers run down her back. The shell had turned his head so that his breath tickled the side of her neck and ear.
"Do what?"
She asked after a long moment. She was proud she could ask the question without her voice squeaking.
"Change you're scents."
He added to his sentence by taking a long and loud sniff.
Mikaela felt her cheeks heating up.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"S'good."
Her stomach fluttered, and she was pretty sure she was blushing hard enough to light up the dark.
Oh god did he just nuzzle into my neck!?
Mikaela nearly dropped him she was so shocked.
"Crush, please don't do that."
She said softly trying not to over react.
"Hm why?"
He sounded so out there, his words slurred and his voice husky.
"Its making me uncomfortable. Just stop."
Mikaela had a horrible memory of Ratchet and the mentioning of hormones.
Oh god! Can Crush smell my excitement? Ratchet said something about pheromones and stuff to Sam when we first met him.
Which lead to another thought. One that nearly gave her a heart attack. Something she really wasn't prepared for and had no idea what to do about.
OH MY FUCKING GOD! That means he likes the smell of me being turned on.
And that just made her stomach flutter more, turning into heat in her lower belly.
She shivered, which made Bonecrusher turn his head again to look at her.
"Crush, get your legs under you!"
Mikaela cried out in alarm as Bonecrusher stumbled his legs buckled suddenly.
Mikaela really didn't stand a chance. Crush was so much taller and heavier than her, both of them pitched forward.
The actual fall took only a second but was enough time for Mikaela to think about how much this was going to hurt…and it did.
Stars exploded, and her breath was kicked out of her as she impacted the ground, over two pounds of drunk guy landing on top of her. It hurt worse than anything she'd ever felt, including that car wreck two years ago, and getting knocked on her ass by Starscreams missiles.
"Crush…you're…get off."
She managed to pant out. The world was spinning. Bonecrusher, such an apt name, it was exactly what he was doing. Dead weight, pressed down on her ribs making it hard to breath. She slapped weakly at his arm, she'd managed to hit her head pretty good on the ground. Thank god they were still in the grass and not on her concrete walkway.
"Crush."
She almost cried in relief when Crush grunted and lifted himself up. He didn't totally get off her, but he took enough weight off that she could actually breath.
He turned his head, somehow in the fall they had wound up almost face to face.
They were so close their noses were almost touching.
Everything, even her heart stopped.
It was a moment lost in time. Mikaela had heard of that term before. People saying that time itself stopped for them. But she hadn't ever really believed it.
Maybe the closest she had ever gotten was when she told Sam how glad she got in the car with him.
But this…this was different. And she wasn't sure, but it looked like Crush felt it to.
He went still above her, his single eye meeting hers.
Her mouth opened as she licked her lips to try and wet them. Not that that helped much, her mouth had become just as dry. Her heart raced, and her body was trembling.
His eye dropped to her lips at the movement. Mikaela's breath catch.
He wasn't going to kiss her…was he?
Confusion whirled in her mind. Why would a robot want to kiss her was first in her mind? Followed closely by…why wasn't she stopping him? If he tried…she…she would let him. It was blowing her mind!
I'm insane.
She swallowed, waiting to see what he would do.
Frown lines appeared on his forehead and in the corner of his eye. He looked confused his one eye going between her eyes and her lips.
"I think…"
Bonecrusher closed his eye looking pained.
"I think I miss high-grade."
He suddenly looked decidedly green.
"OH god, don't puke on me! CRUSH OFF! Don't you dare puke on me!!"
It was a miracle, Mikaela thought later. That she was able to wiggle out from under him, and out of the way before he revisited his boozing ways in the worst way possible.
"Gross."
She said making a face. Bonecrusher was making some nasty noises, and it was all Mikaela could do to keep him from falling into his own cookies.
She rubbed his back trying to comfort the alien mech through one of the worst things a human body could do. Puking followed by dry heaving.
"Hey hey, easily there. Its alright. Just relax. It'll be over soon."
She whispered softly. At least he had short hair that didn't need to be held back.
Bonecrusher moaned miserably as the dry heaves finally subsided.
"Can you stand?"
Bonecrusher wiped his mouth one the back of his sleeve. Mikaela made a face but didn't say anything. She would just wash the shirt.
Finally he nodded and attempted to stand.
Helping the best she could, they somehow got Crush back onto his feet. They made it to the couch without anymore problems.
"Here, sit down. Ok take that shirt off. I'll get you some water."
She waited patiently as Crush tried to get out of his now puke crusted shirt. It wasn't easy for him, the unfamiliar movements clumsily and awkward. She really tried not to ogle his abs as he did this, shirt half on trapping his arms and his head, leaving a muscular, Ooohh he's got a happy trail! Bad Mikaela don't look…stomach bare.
He finally managed to get the shirt off. Mikaela made a mental note to grab a washrag as well as a glass of water. Over all Crush was lucky, but he did get a little bit of um…ya….here and there on him.
A suddenly laugh grabbed Mikaela's attention just in time to avoid an incoming puke covered shirt missile.
"Ack! Asshole!"
She said trying to be offended like she knew she should be. However his chuckle was alarmingly disarming. She couldn't help but laugh with him. Holding the shirt at arms length Mikaela dropped it off in a hamper.
She came back with a glass of water.
"Here."
He took it and just like with his drinks downed it in almost one gulp.
"You don't have to gulp it down like that."
He shrugged.
"Never taken water in through my mouth before."
Mikaela knew even his mech body needed water. She had seen the hoses and lines running through his body. He had a tank much like a water tank in a car on his left side. There had been a cap, no doubt he just poured water into himself whenever he needed it.
Mikaela sat on the couch with him and handed him the rag.
He didn't need to ask what it was for as he cleaned himself up. Even mechs knew how to take a bath, different bodies didn't make that different.
"Sooo what did we learn today."
Mikaela grinned teasingly at him.
"That Mrs. Jenkins is trying to poison me."
He said with utter conviction.
"She's a sweet old lady. You just drank to much. One wouldn't have made you sick, but you drank like four in a row, very quickly."
Bonecrusher made a noise and titling sideways allowed himself to fall over. A fall that much to Mikaela's utter shock put his head in her lap. She squeaked, her body going stiff as he shifted so he could look up at her.
He was so long, most of his body was hanging over the edges, yet he still managed to look comfortable.
"Hey Crush."
She said trying to keep her voice even. Seemed that Bonecrusher was a clingy drunk. It was weird, and not helping her weird thoughts at all, but she didn't mind. He wasn't trying anything inappropriate. Nothing she hated worse than beating off some drunk guy. A big reason why she never went partying with Trent or his friends.
"Hmm?"
"Um why don't you just turn the holo projector off? Its this form that's sick right?"
She asked. Bonecrusher frowned but didn't get up.
"Wouldn't matter. My processors somehow affected. I'd still feel sick no mater what."
Well that made absolutely no sense to Mikaela. Why would drinking in this form that wasn't really real to begin with affect his real body? She didn't ask though, he'd probably just claim she wouldn't understand. Which was Bonecrusher-ese that meant HE didn't understand.
"You never answered my question. Why did you save me?"
Mikaela looked down at him. Not sure why, she touched his hair, gently petting the top of his head. She was surprised at how soft his hair was.
Bonecrusher seemed to like the touch, tilting his head into it and closing his eye.
It seemed a drunk Bonecrusher was a relaxed and friendly one.
"I'm really not sure. Like you said, if it was just the thought of you getting melted down that bothered me I would have contacted the others."
She lowered her head, and for the next several minutes simply petted his hair.
This was nice. Trent never just let her relax like this. If they were touching and alone his first thoughts went to screwing. For some reason he thought that if she was touching him in anyway, even if it was in a totally non sexual way that it meant it was ok to come on to her.
She liked how Bonecrusher just sat here and didn't do anything. Course comparing the two probably wasn't fair. Bonecrusher wasn't a horny teenage guy, Trent was.
Shaking her head she tried to focus on the subject at hand.
"I don't know."
And that was the truth. She ran her hand through his hair slightly jealous. She wished her hair as was silky and soft as this.
"Did you really mean it, when you told Mrs. Jenkins you were starting over?"
Bonecrusher opened his eye.
"I don't know."
He said obviously making her eat her own words.
"Humans live for such a short time."
He continued.
"do you even understand how long Autobots and Decepticons have been fighting. Its been a long time even by our standards. Even with nothing to fight over, there are those that will continue to fight."
He laughed, and unlike when he tossed his shirt at her, there was nothing fun about this laugh.
"the Allspark may be gone, but Hatred remains."
Mikaela felt her heart leap in her chest. He had hissed that last sentence in the same tone as he did when he first started talking to her. A voice full of malice and hatred.
She had heard of people having poison in there voices but she never believed it until now.
His voice almost literally dripped liquid hatred.
Mikaela was sorry to hear that. The hatred in his voice made her feel like crying.
Not that I'm surprised.
He usually didn't talk like this. Perhaps wary that she might stop fixing him, or maybe even tell the Autobots about him if he scared her to much.
But every now and then she heard it. Fury and hatred, distain and murderous intent…all held in check…by survival instincts? Pride? She wasn't sure.
It was terrifying to hear but it was also so very sad.
