Chapter 8: Birthday
What a fun birthday present. NOT.
Angie was now in the medical bay with Ratchet. She had very large bumps in her back that were REALLY painful. They were hard as well.
"I think they might be wings of some sort." Ratchet finally updated Angie on her back.
"Brilliant." Angie muttered. She was soon dismissed. She hopped down just as Emma entered.
"My feet hurt!" she announced. Angie exited the medical bay and headed to the living room. Maybe now would be a good time to draw with Bulkhead.
Nothing prepared the Autobots for the next morning.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" a high-pitched scream echoed throughout the base. It could of woken up half of Detroit!
"THIS IS THE WORST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!" a voice, obviously Angie's, screeched. Wondering what could possibly be wrong this time, the Autobots headed to Angie's room. Emma exited the room, ghostly white.
"You guys had better come see this." she said. The Autobots entered the room, and stopped dead in their tracks.
Angie was looking in a mirror, her face deathly pale. And she had two jet wings protruding from her back.
"LOOK AT ME!" everybody winced at how loud she was being.
"You don't have to screech so loud, even though you're part seeker." Bumblebee said. Angie took a few deep breaths and calmed down.
"Okay. I'm good now." she whispered.
"Today's your birthday, right?" Prowl asked. Angie nodded, walking over to them. Prowl kneeled down and took out a small box.
"I got this for you." he said. Angie took it and opened it. She gasped.
Inside of the small wooden box was a beautifully crafted Native American Flute.
"Oh Prowl! Thank you!" she said breathlessly.
"All of us pitched in." Prowl shrugged. Everybody else nodded, including Emma. Angie smiled. She took out the flute and put it to her lips.
"Listen up." Emma said, smiling. Angie blew and the sweet sound filled the room. She played a slow tune, her favorite one. All of the Autobots listened in amazement.
'Maybe this isn't such a bad birthday.' Angie thought.
"I take back what I said before! About these wings being bad!" Angie shouted happily. Sari had helped her build some thrusters for her feet so she could fly around. She could now maneuver through the air with as much grace as a seeker.
"Lucky you!" Emma said as she wobbled. The pain in her feet had turned out to be wheels. Two on each foot. She now had to learn how to roller skate, because that was the only way she could get around. Now more walking.
"Whoops!" she exclaimed as she slipped, again.
She rubbed her butt. "I swear if I fall one more time, I'll break my tailbone. My ass is already bruised enough!"
"I LOVE FLYING!" Angie screamed in glee as she did a free fall.
"Those two are impossible." Ratchet grumbled. Prowl nodded in agreement.
"You could say that again."
"So, the Allspark fragments are inside those two girls."
"Yez. But I alzo zcanned zem. Zhey are part Cybertronian."
"Impossible."
"I am zure. Vould you like me to bring zhem here?"
"Yes. Capture them. If you can only get one, that's okay. We only need one."
"Yez my lord."
