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Chapter 7- PANIC AT THE DETAILING PLACE!
Mollie woke to the sound two high performance engines under pressure. Immediately she thought of Thumper. Getting out of bed, she rushed to the window just in time to see Thumper fly past, his engine roaring, Bumblebee hot on his bumper. It took her a minute to realize there was no black smoke coming out of his exhaust pipe.
Excitement pounded through her as she forgot everything and climbed out the window, tears brimming as she watched the old car that had been so ashamed because he couldn't go past sixty mph without his transmission sticking, tearing up the dirt track like a formula one race car. No painful grinding sounds. No frantic sputters and pained grunts as he fought a losing battle with his failing engine.
Just the smooth, beautiful sound of a well tuned engine as it stretched it's pistons.
"They look like they're having fun."
Jumping, Mollie turned wide eyed to find that she had been so engrossed in watching Thumper, she hadn't noticed the brown haired man approach. He watched the cars chase each other with a smirk before turning to her, smiling kindly and holding out his hand. Panicking, she backed away.
"I'm Sam. You must be..."
His eyes widened as Thumper suddenly skid to a stop in front of them, popping open his passenger side door. His cheerful voice came warmed her heart.
"Get in Molls!"
Mollie didn't have to think about it, she leapt in, snuggling against the seat as the door slammed shut behind her and Thumper took off. She almost laughed as he left Sam in a cloud of burnt rubber and dust.
"I thought you were dead..."
He shuddered slightly, picking up speed as Bumblebee caught up, a grinning Sam behind his wheel.
"So did I... Are you alright?"
She nodded. "Yeah... Can we out run them?"
"Easily. But I don't think we need to. You should hear them out Mollie... If what I've been told is true, I believe they can help us."
She glared at the steering wheel. "We don't need help..."
"Mollie, as much as I adore you, you deserve something better then the back seat of a beat up old car. This could be your chance to have it. Sam and Mikaela are nice people. You should give them a try."
Her joy from finding her friend alive and well turned to sorrow. "Your not thinking of leaving me, are you?"
"Hell no, but if you move in with Sam and Mikaela, I won't have to and you will have a home where I know your safe and being looked after. Besides... I like Bee..."
Mollie grinned. Thumper actually sounded bashful. "You like Bee..."
"Yes."
"Aw, my car is gay! How cute! We should totally get you some fuzzy pink dice..."
Thumper snorted. "Knock it off. My point is, say the word and we'll go and never look back, but I think we should stay."
She sighed. Thumper had never asked for anything. If he liked Bee, then she wasn't going to take that away from him. "You really think it's safe?"
"Well, if they wanted to hurt us, they've certainly had plenty of chances. I don't know exactly what they did to me, but I don't even have to try to start, I just want to and it happens. You wouldn't believe how good I feel..."
Mollie smirked as Bumblebee roared past, went up on two wheels, blaring his horn and swerved away, Thumper actually laughed. "I think Bee wants attention."
"I think we should give him some. Seat belt."
Mollie grinned, putting on her seat belt. The minute it clicked, Thumper floored it, pressing her back against the seat as tore off after Bumblebee, the roar of his engine drowning out everything around them. Mollie squealed with excitement. "THUMPER! YOUR NOT STALLING!"
"I know! Isn't it great?"
She grabbed the steering wheel as he turned sharply, chasing Bumblebee in circles. "It's amazing...Absolutely amazing...I think we need to celebrate."
"Mmmm can I have a hot wax too?"
"Of course. We should see if Bee wants to come."
"Oh I can do that! Guess what else their mechanic did. They call it a Inter-Processor Com unit."
Mollie tried to think of what that meant. "Uh..."
"I can talk to Bee, without actually talking to Bee. We've been doing it all morning. The way he explained it, it works like a walkie talkie. I'm telling you Mollie, their mechanic is freaking amazing... "
Mollie hugged the steering wheel. "I'm so happy for you Thumper..."
"I'm glad your happy. Bumblebee wants to drag Sam along. You up for it?"
Mollie smiled. After what they had done for Thumper, it was the least she could do. "Sure."
The Car Wash!
"A do it yourself car wash?"
Mollie grinned at Sam as she finished using the high pressure water sprayer on Thumper and Bee and picked up the soapy brush. "Watch."
With a smirk she began to rub the brush back and forth across Thumper's hood, covering it in soapy lather. Sam grinned as the muscle car began to purr.
"You think that's funny, check this out."
Sam grabbed the high pressure hose and hit Bumblebee's rear bumper with a shot of water. Bumblebee blared his horn and lifted his back end as far off the ground as his shocks would allow. "SAM! COLD!"
Mollie burst into giggles. God it was good to be able to hang out with someone who wasn't weirded out by the fact that her best friend was a sentient car. "Aw, poor Bee!"
Thumper rumbled with laughter, until Sam hit his bumper with it too. His engine sputtered in surprise.
"Oh it's on now! We both get hot wax and an air freshener, or you two walk home."
Bumblebee snickered. "Think bigger Thumper. Gold package Sam. For two. Or I tell Mikaela about how you use to hide your girly magazines in my trunk so she wouldn't know you had them."
Mollie leaned against Thumper, laughing so hard it hurt as all the color drained from Sam's face. "You wouldn't dare! Bee you swore!"
"Gold package."
Mollie caught her breath, looking at Sam. "What's the gold package?"
Sam grinned. "Custom detailing. Bumblebee's favorite thing."
Mollie's eyes widened. Custom detailing cost a lot of money. Bumblebee's cheerful voice broke through her thoughts.
"They rub you down with polish until you glow... "
Sam chuckled as Bumblebee shivered with pleasure. "Like I said, it's Bee's favorite thing. Come on Mollie, my treat."
Mollie grabbed the hose, rinsing off Thumper. "Sounds good to me. Whadda you think Thumper? Want a massage?"
"You have to ask? Get in."
-30 minutes later-
Inside the garage at the Eddie's Custom Detailing, Thumper was pretty sure he had died and gone to muscle car heaven. Every part of him was throbbing with pleasure as strong hands gently rubbed, buffed and wiped, caressing every inch of chrome and steel. Beside him, Bumblebee was getting the same treatment. Unbeknownst to the humans who detailed them, a silent conversation was going on between the two.
"God Bee... This is... Mmmm..."
"Yeah... "
"So. You and Sam... You've been together three years?"
"Mmhm. Good kid. Scared the crap out of him the first time we met. I took off one night while he was in bed to send a message to Optimus. Little shit woke up, stole a bike and followed me."
Thumper snickered, picturing it. "What'd he do when he found out you weren't a car?"
"Pretty much what any human would do. Screamed, threw something at me and took off running. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. What about you and Mollie? Granted, she's a genetic mutant with the ability to reformat and animate machines, so she must not have been too freaked..."
"No, believe it or not, I was the one freaking. It's a long story..."
"We got time."
"I heard this voice... Ancient, really ancient. It told me it's name was Primus and that it had chosen me to be the first of a race called The New Sparks... Then I heard Mollie crying. She sounded so sad. It made me hurt. So I told Primus that I would do what he wanted, if he would let me make her sadness go away. Next thing I knew, I was... Well, me. We've been together ever since."
To Thumper's surprise, Bumblebee's voice held a tone of reverent awe. "You spoke to Primus?"
"That's what he said his name was. Why?"
"I think you need to talk to Optimus about this. He can explain it better. If what your saying is true, then you and Mollie may very well be the key to saving us all... You see, when the All Spark was destroyed, our race was handed a death sentence..."
Mollie looked up from in surprise as terrified yells came from the garage and Thumper came flying out, driving over the lawn to get to her and popping open his driver side door. Surprise turned to fear at the sound of panic in his voice. "GET IN NOW!"
Sam blinked. "Dude, what..."
Mollie didn't think twice, in an instant she was in Thumper's front seat and they were tearing off down the road so fast she was pretty sure he was breaking every speed limit known to man.
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