I had pleasant dreams that night, dreams of being back on the farm, young and playing with the dogs. I dreamt of running through open fields and the surrounding forests on foot and on horseback; of sitting on the front porch with my Mama while she would talk about when she was younger. I dreamt of the things that happened before everything went wrong.
I awoke sometime later, a quick peek at Optimus's dashboard revealed that it was about Ten o'clock in the morning about four hours later then I intended to wake up. I gave a comfortable sigh as I snuggled my face into the pillow I had been given. It was time to wake up, but like any other morning I didn't want to. I gave a grunt and slid the blanket from my warm frame as I sat up. I gave a small stretch of my arms, and my door wings as my half awake body started waking up. It kind of surprised me that Optimus hadn't woken up. Or maybe he had, it was hard to see if they were sleeping in truck form.
I was startled by a low rumbling laugh that echoed around my half asleep self. "Good morning, little one." Optimus's voice cooed to me. "Lennox and his team are waiting to meet you." I guess that says he's been awake for a while.
I simply replied with a good morning coo and put my pillow in my blanket so I could carry both to outside the truck. It proved to be difficult, and I ended up tripping over my hands and knees a few times which enticed a small laugh or sigh from Optimus. When I had it gathered up, I heard Prime's door open. Turning to look, I saw Sam helping Mikaela into the truck.
"Good morning." Mikaela chimed to me followed by a low one from Sam and I cooed in response. She crawled over and retrieved what I had been bundling up and then scooted with it to the door.
I followed slowly, and watched as she handed it down to Sam who set it on the ground and then looked back up and said, "I'll make sure you don't fall while carrying her down okay babe?"
"Rather not risk it." She said and then she turned to me and scooped me up under my arms with a small grunt. I grumbled and squirmed. "Hey now, I'm just gonna pass you to Sam and then follow down so that neither of us fall." She explained. Oh, so I'm gonna be passed around like luggage, huh?
I gave her the dirtiest look I could muster as she positioned herself to hand me down to Sam. Sam sputtered and tried to back away. Yeah, I don't want you holding me ether, bub. "I-I dunno, how about you just climb down with her and-"
"Sam." Mikaela said.
Sam kept rambling. Oh how I wish I had a stepladder and some duct-tape, then I'd shut him up nicely. And take off what lip hair there could have even had. "I'll keep you from falling and stuff, because I don't think that I'm-"
"SAM." Mikaela said a little louder and seemed to make some sort of motion.
The boy seemed to wince, so did I; even Optimus did at the volume her voice was at a close range. Sam stepped forward closer, confirming that Mikaela made a motion. "Yes?" he asked.
She made a simple order. "Take the baby."
He did. I was awkwardly taken into his arms, and I latched on with what strength I have and waited for Mikaela to come down since Sam seemed to have a bit of trouble holding me. The sissy, Mikaela seems to be able to hold me with little to no problem, but then and again she's a bad ass mechanic. How much do I weigh now anyways? I took a peak over Sam's shoulder for the brief ten seconds or so I was there. Ratchet wasn't in sight, so I figured that he was in his med bay thing. Bumblebee was gone, to where I don't know. Ironhide was sitting on the ground over by a group of people who took notice of us when I heard the sounds of Optimus transforming.
I was taken back into Mikaela's arms, and was propped up on her hip like a toddler. We both turned to watch Optimus finish his transformation. It really was amazing, watching all the metal pieces fold in on themselves, and kind of disappear. It used to always amaze me when I would watch the movies; it amazed me how well it was animated so it always flowed fluidly. I would often replay their transformation scenes over a couple of times before continuing with the actual movie.
When he stood tall in his robot mode, he stooped down and held out his hand for me. I was placed in his hand, and when he stood, my claws sprung out and I clung to the plates on his hands. I knew he wouldn't drop me on purpose, but still, the human part of my mind isn't used to being scooped up by giant robots and the such. The sensation is odd enough as it is.
Optimus brought me closer to his chasis and then started carefully across the building to the group of humans. I recognized three of them, one being Lennox himself, some Spanish man called Fig, and the other being Epps the man with a bad toss and ten back pockets. I never did like Epps much, I don't know why. He was funny, I don't deny that, it's just he rubbed me the wrong way. Lennox on the other hand, is a hoot. I loved how he was portrayed and stuff. I saw Epps give some guy the finger as they chatted with Ironhide. That's rude.
"Optimus." Ironhide greeted the Autobot leader when we were seated next to him. His eyes, optics I had been told by my mama at one point, wandered to me in Prime's hand. "Runt." I scowled at him and released my claw hold on Prime's palm.
I was set gently down in front of Optimus's crossed legs. Lennox cast a glance at Optimus and approached. "He's so small. Can I hold him?"
"That's one little dude, dudes." Epps commented as he shifted on his feet. The men behind him cast a cautious glance at the Prime behind me. I wonder what crawled up their ass's. Fig was having a heated discussion with someone else about not using Spanish and taking in English.
I scowled then. Obviously just because I was a robot that automatically made me a guy. Optimus chuckled. "She is indeed small, Major Lennox. If she doesn't fear you, then yes you may hold her." I heard him go back mumbling to Ironhide about some various things.
Epps chose that time to make the most appropriate comment. "Holy shit man, the dude's a dudette." Thank you Sergeant Epps, for pointing out the obvious.
Lennox kneeled down maybe four feet from me and held out a hand, "Hello there baby girl, my name is Will." He smiled slightly.
I heard Epps snort, "Yup, Major Daddy strikes again." There was maybe a second of silence before he men out of my sight began to giggle. Even Ironhide let out a chuckle. "Don't scare the poor thing now." More giggles.
Lennox turned his head slightly and hissed out the side of his mouth, "Shut it Epps. You're no better with your bad habits rubbing off."
I rolled my eyes but crawled to him anyways. He isn't scary. When I was in reach, I sat down and held up my arms in the 'uppie' gesture again. He cracked a grin, and gently scooped me up with a small grunt and settled me on a hip with one arm holding me up. I settled one arm on his shoulder with my dangling feet gripping his thigh to keep them from swinging, and the other hand was set on my hip joint thing as I peaked up and over his shoulders at Epps.
"Hi'ya little thing. I'm Robert Epps." He wiggled his fingers at me. Then he made a face at Lennox. I gave him the finger and arched an eyebrow. Wait… do I even have eyebrows? Or is it just metal plates?
Suddenly Fig spoke up, "Looks like Lennox was right Epps; you're already corrupting the kid. You just got owned by a baby robot." I hid myself from view as there was a round of laughter and the sound of Epps sputtering something incoherent. I gave a small grin.
Lennox turned to face me, "Now that was not nice, sweet little ladies like you shouldn't do that no matter how funny it is." He scolded me! I'm an adult, not some child! Well… I was just acting like one. Damn it. He was with in his right. He reached forward with a free hand and poked my nose. "You're such a cute kid, even for a robot." My tank rumbled slightly, signaling I needed to feed again.
"Now I think it's time we get her some energon for the morning." Optimus rumbled. "I will talk to you later then, Ironhide?"
"Yes." Was the simple reply of the big black behemoth truck.
I was placed back in Optimus's hand, and ended up losing my balance and face-planting on the metal palm when he rolled to his feet. His fingers curled around me when I sat up again as he walked to the med bay area, keeping me cradled to his chasis. Maybe to keep me from rolling off the edge of his palm if I lost my balance again.
