Just to warn my readers, I am debating about changing the title of this story. I just haven't decided on the new title yet. Disclaimer is the same as usual, I don't own anything but the plot and my ocs.


Chapter 9

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The creature in the basement duly dubbed Muk by Rodimus, was not spoken of again nor did the topic of how to get the little bot home. The mech had taken to skulking in Tyson's old room, Whatever he was up to in there she didn't know nor did she bother him as she went about her own tasks.

It was the next day that they did speak to each other again and it was rather ironic as to how their next interaction came about.

The smoke alarms blaring at three in the morning woke Jordan to full attention, stumbling out of her bed her hand flailing for the ever present fire extinguisher that she kept under her bed. She bolted down the stairs in bounds before skidding to a halt in the kitchen, the source of the offending alarm only to blink at the non blazing room. Her mind slowly caught up with her as the adrenaline ebbed from her confused state.

"What the heck?" she blinked up at the alarm before dropping the extinguisher and climbing on a chair to reset it. Once said task was done she stared at the device. Is it broken? she sighed as she sat down at the bar. She crossed her somewhat sore arms to lay her head onto the counter only to catch a familiar smell.

She frowned and sat back up to glare at the singed mark on her counter just in time to catch a certain orange and red mech slink out of the kitchen.

"Did you have something to do with this?" she asked the small mech freezing mid-step.

"Um... no?"

Jordan raised a brow.

"Maybe?"

She crossed her arms and glanced at him expectantly.

"Okay so it was an accident. I didn't think I could actually do it being in this body and all.."

"Do. What?"

The mech rubbed the back of his head as he nervously chuckled. "Um... Well you see I have this special ability.."

"Uh huh..."

Rodimus mumbled the next bit causing her stare to harden slightly.

"Care to repeat that?"

"Where I kinda flame on like the human torch from the Fantastic Four."

"..." Jordan stared blankly at him, mildly noting the cute little blush to his tiny cheeks.

"I'm sorry?"

Jordan blinked.

"It's not like I expected it to work-"

Jordan burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

"Hey it's not funny!" Rodimus stomped his tiny feet in indignation.

It took the woman a few minutes to stop laughing but when she did she merely just shook her head and pushed herself away from the counter and over to the fridge. After pouring a cup of milk and tossing it into the microwave she turned back to him. "You thirsty?"

"Eh kinda but my levels are good enough."

"My mother always said that it's your own fault if you leave my table hungry." Jordan said as she poured some powerade into the thimble.

"I'm not at your table."

"No, but you are under my roof." she said as the machine dinged. Pulling out the milk he pulled out some cocoa mix and added it in. "Come on." she said as she carried the drinks into the living room. She set the liquids down before plopping down on to the sofa and flipping on the TV. She handed Rodimus his pseudo energon when he managed to scramble onto the cushions next to her.

They sat in silence for roughly a minute before Rodimus broke it. "What the slag is this?"

"Um..." Jordan checked the tv guide. "Transformers 5: The Last Knight?"

"... No way. They made movies about us in your universe?"

Jordan shrugged.

"Why he frag does it look like someone ripped off all of their faceplates? What kind of freaky human even thought that that would look good?"

"I can change it if you'd like me to."

"Don't you dare."

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Rodimus was laying draped over a pillow lying in Jordan's lap glaring full heartedly at the television as the end credits rolled. "I don't know whether to be insulted or mentally scarred for life."

"Well it wasn't that bad of a movie..."

"Are you kidding me? Most of the bots barely got any screen time, they look like they've been feed to scraplets, that Quintessa bitch definitely not a Prime I recognize and she sure as Pit didn't create life on Cybertron, and what is with that fragging accent?! I'm not french! Though I do have to see if I could get Brainstorm to make me some guns like that..."

"Wait... you weren't in this movie."

"Hot Rod is my old name." The mech groused.

"Okay... I get your point."

"So what's on next?"

"Hm... Annabelle: the Creation?"

"Any idea what it's about?"

"Nope."

"Cool."