Transformers 3 concept

Chapter 7

Home?

Bumblebee pulled up in front of the dark house, shutting off his engine to signal to the two passengers that they had arrived.

Sam looked up at the house and smiled. The money the government had given him to keep his mouth shut had gone to good use. Of course, he did have to buy the house online because he didn't want to miss one more day of college, but he thought he had made a good choice.

He looked over at Mikaela, who was pressed against him, eyes closed peacefully. He moved slightly to wake her.

"Unh…. Hm?" she murmured sleepily, blinking up at Sam.

"I'm not exactly sure how this works. Do I have to ask you to move in with me or is that included in the 'proposal' part?" he moved a lock of hair from her face.

"It's a little late for that, don't you think? We already agreed to raise a kid." She joked, stretching her back and shoulders.

"Yes, that would be pretty hard if we both lived in different houses." He laughed once. "So that's a yes?"

She looked at him, scowling. "No, we're gonna live at my dad's shop the rest of our lives."

"I'm loving that sarcasm." He smiled. "almost as much as I love it when you say camshafts."

She looked up at him, a sly smile pulling up on her lips. "Camshafts."

Sam reached behind him to open the door. "I believe it's time to carry you across the thresh hold, my lady," he said, hurrying around the Camaro to open her door and scoop her out.

"I'll be in…. the garage." 'Bee closed his doors, turning up the driveway and into the garage. Sam had made sure that the house had bought had a two car garage, so 'Bee would have room to redecorate and stretch out when not transporting or protecting him.

Sam held Mikaela close, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her feet dangling in the air. It took some skill to unlock and open the front door without hurting Mikaela, but Sam somehow managed.

"Welcome home, 'Kaela." He whispered to her as he maneuvered them through the doorway and into the front room. He didn't switch any lights on, seeing as they were both tired and a tour could most likely wait till tomorrow. Carefully, he carried her up the stairs and through a doorway. He saw the dark outline of the bed in the shadows, and gently laid her on it. She sighed in comfort as Sam laid the covers over her. He smiled, watching her face relax into a serene expression of sleep.

And he knew that finally, his house was a home.

Far off in the night, a dark green motorcycle whizzed along into an alleyway. The motorcycle didn't have a driver.

Kickstart had just arrived on earth, following the energy signatures of his sisters. Unfortunately, he did not realize that it was rather strange to see a motorcycle with no driver. Luckily for the green mech, no-one was out at this time of night anyway, so for the moment he was free to make all the foolish mistakes he wanted.

Like the mistake of transforming back in a dark alley.

One that was already occupied.

Battlefrost looked up at the compact mech from her position behind a stack of crates. She could clearly see the red Autobot symbol on his shoulder. Silently, she warmed up her arm cannon, positioning it between two crates to aim it at the mech's processor.

There was the sound of an engine coming closer. The sound distracted Battlefrost for a second. One second was all it took for her to see those glowing electric blue eyes. How was it that the Autobots could pack so much emotion into their optics? This one, he looked so carefree, so innocent and clueless.

Slowly, Battlefrost lowered the cannon.

"What are you doing?" the Program hissed in her processor.

At that moment, a black Kicktop rolled into the alley, followed by a woman on a pink motorcycle. The woman wavered, then disappeared as Arcee transformed. Ironhide began his transformation a split second later.

Arcee threw herself onto the green mech in a very human embrace.

"Brother!" she cried, "Kickstart! How'd you get here? Oh, the others will be so happy!"

"Take it easy, 'Cee," Kickstart held his hands up, amused at his sister's sudden adoption of human customs. "How're you and the others? Everyone doing okay?"

The two continued in their small talk, Ironhide watching the alley entrance for any passing humans.

Battlefrost watched the reunion, the Program forcing a feeling of disgust towards it. Finally, she decided it was time to leave. She noiselessly crept to the darkest and furthest part of the alley before transforming into a stealth jet and rocketing into the sky.