Chapter 10: Shanghai and One Weird Phone Coverstation
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC.
So we're into the second film, and time for my character plots to develop.
"Come back safe, Sideswipe. I'm cheering for you here" the Brit said as Sideswipe prepared to join the group of Autobots selected for the mission to Shanghai. "If you're going to kill someone, make it look good as well" he said with a grin.
"What about all those other times?" he asked his charge.
"They weren't intended" MacRae replied with a small smile.
"You have your earpiece?" he asked and MacRae pulled out the silver device.
"I'll relay any information you need if communications with HQ are cut off. Keep those men safe out there" he said and the frontliner gave a resolute nod before heading off to the group at Optimus' orders.
"He'll be fine" a soft voice said from behind him and MacRae turned to see Jolt.
"I know he will. I just can't help worrying about him. I guess I'm like my parents in that regard" he said, the two of them heading to the med bay.
"They've agreed to patch through any footage captured and they're keeping all lines of open so they can keep us posted on wounded. Ratchet wants us on preparation duty" he said and the Brit raised a brow.
"Is he expecting something bad?" he asked.
"The thermal imaging we received was large. Larger than the one we encountered in London and that was the largest" Jolt told him as they began to walk back to the medical bay.
"Hmm" MacRae replied distractedly.
"Is everything okay?" Jolt asked.
"Just something on my mind is all" he said as they walked but Jolt stopped him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jolt asked.
That dream was playing on his mind, the one between him and his two friends, as well as the fact that there is a possibility that Sideswipe had already seen it. Yet he was showing no outward signs of having seen it. Either that or he was good at hiding it.
"As long as you're open minded about it" MacRae said.
"MacRae. We are one of the most open-minded races in the universe. There is nothing that you will say that can get me to 'run for the hills' as your people put it" Jolt said with a small smile.
"You really a great friend, you know that?" MacRae said with a warm smile.
"You as well, MacRae. So, tell me what is on your mind" the medic-in-training said and they went somewhere a little more private for them to speak.
"I've been having dreams" he started slowly.
"And they're troubling you?" Jolt asked, trying to hide his knowing voice.
"A little. They leave me confused yet... pleased. If you get what I mean" he said and Jolt inwardly smirked.
"Pleased? How so?" he asked. "Better yet, do they involve anyone that you know?" he asked.
"Yes and..." he sighed. "How can I put this?" he asked.
"Just come right out and tell me" Jolt urged gently.
"It leaves me feeling somewhat sexually satisfied and yet frustrated" he said, blushing a little. Jolt continued to show surprise, even if it was false, for he didn't want to give anything away just yet. "I don't know what has come over me" he said, sitting on the ground.
"It's okay to have dreams like this. From what I've read, it's a natural part of adolescence. Don't be embarrassed about it, especially about me knowing. I am the one that does your medical check-ups you know?" Jolt said with a grin. "So you said you know who is involved in these dreams. Care to tell me?" he asked.
"Promise you won't hate me?" he asked sheepishly.
"Now why on Earth would I hate you?" he asked, shock on his face.
"It involved you... and Sideswipe. It's passionate between us three, romantic, nice" he admitted to the mech, who merely beamed internally. "Come on Jolt say something" he pleaded, noting that the mech seemed to be somewhere else.
"Sorry. It's just why would I hate you, when I haven't told you how I feel about it?" Jolt asked with a small smile.
"Beg your pardon?" he asked.
"For someone so bright you can be so dim. MacRae, I've noticed a change in pheromone levels and how you act around us on the odd occasion. I've noticed the lust in your eyes whenever you look at our holoforms" he said.
"Am I really that obvious?" MacRae asked.
"You possess the subtlety of brain surgery with a chainsaw" Jolt said.
"Well you know. This doesn't change anything, does it?" he asked.
"It does. But I've had a small revelation of my own" Jolt said, his holoform appearing and sitting next to the Brit, wrapping an arm around his waist instead of his shoulders as they usually did with one another.
"And what's that?" MacRae asked.
His lips were soon covered and his brows raised in shock as Jolt kissed him gently, small, but tender as any other passionate kiss. The medic-in-training pulled away from him to see the Brit blushing a bright crimson.
"Love has no words" he said, leaning his forehead against the Brits who merely leaned as well.
"Jolt?" he called out.
"Hmm?" he said simply.
"That has to be one of the most cheesiest lines I have ever heard in my life" he said and the two of them began to laugh a little. "We had best get to the medical bay. What about Sideswipe?" he asked.
"I'm know he's seen the dream through the bond you two share" he said, sending a secret comm.
"It's true. I have" Sideswipe said over the earpiece and you could hear the grin. "You could've told us" he added with warmth in his tone.
"If society has taught me anything, it's to be cautious on who you tell. But I should've realised that you aren't of our society" he said with a chuckle and the frontliner laughed with him as did Jolt who kissed his forehead.
"When did you finally realise that?" Sideswipe asked with humour in his voice.
"Shut up" the Brit replied good-naturedly. "Listen we have to go. We're on preparation duty in the medical room. Remember what I said okay? Come back safely. I can't bare to lose you" he said and with reassurances from the frontliner, the line cut.
(Three Quarters of a Day Later)
"Panther One requesting fire-mission now!" MacRae heard Epps say over the comms and he knew that something had happened. The gunfire and screams definitely sounded like trouble and the two mechs approached him.
"Start getting beds. Prepare any medical supplies" Ratchet said.
"Sounds like the mission botched" the Brit said, preparing supplies such as bandages, burn treatment, even surgical tools if need be. The large screen that hung on the wall came on as footage of the battle in the abandoned warehouse district waged.
"Primus" Ratchet said and the Brit looked up at the screen.
"Dear God. That's huge" he said, looking at the mech as it stood to it's full height and left the district.
"We've got a second Decepticon" they heard over the radio.
"Oh well ain't that brilliant" MacRae said. The drone that followed the large mech switched targets, following an Audi R8 which was pursued by the Twins and by the Arcee triplets.
"They are not strong enough to take him down" Jolt said, standing to watch them.
"Why not? He's just fleeing" MacRae said, watching as the mech dived right through a building followed closely by the triplets who ceased firing.
"His vehicle metal is stronger than all of their weapons combined. It needs something stronger" the chief medic said, watching now as the chase headed right for the port of the city. Then they heard Lennox order 'bring in Sideswipe!' and the Brit grinned.
"What about Sideswipe?" MacRae asked.
"He'll literally be torn in two" Ratchet stated.
Sideswipe transformed as soon as he rounded the corner, skating around another with grace and he caught up with the fleeing mech quickly. Using one of his blades, which he had stabbed into the ground, he propelled himself up and over, firing at the Audi from his back guns, and propelling one blade right into the hood of the car. He dragged the blade right through, tearing the Decepticon in half.
"Damn I'm good" the frontliner said.
"Yes you are" MacRae said softly, going back to preparing the medical supplies.
(Minutes later)
"Any last words?" they heard Optimus ask from the footage that was been streamed to them.
"This is not your planet to rule. The Fallen shall rise again" the Decepticon said and the Brit raised a concerned brow. He flinched as the Prime shot their enemy in the head, extinguishing his spark and ending him.
"The Fallen? What the bloody hell is that?" he asked both mechs.
"It was never a part of our archive" Ratchet said.
"I haven't a clue" Jolt added and they all looked at one another, concerned. Yet they had wounded to deal with when they got back as well as a send off for those who had died, so they could not afford to dwell on things that had yet to pass. Besides, MacRae had someone waiting for him, and it would do no good to keep him waiting.
(That night)
The medical bay was ready for the wounded, and Ratchet had told the Brit and his other student to take the day off as it would require the professionals to handle all of the wounds. Jolt watched as his new lover slept, curled into him, head buried in his chest and the door opened quietly, a holoform with sapphire blue eyes stepped in.
"How is he?" Sideswipe asked.
"Tired. He spent a fair few hours waiting for you" he said, looking down at him and lightly stroking his hair, which had gone flat by now.
"Well I'm not leaving him for the rest of the night" he said. Jolt gently shuffled the Brit so that he was in the middle of the bed, allowing Sideswipe to slip in where he wrapped a loving arm around his waist and pressing a soft kiss to his head.
"You sure know how to keep someone waiting" MacRae said sleepily, turning to face the frontliner.
"I know" he said, leaning his forehead against the Brits. "You should've told us. Even if we didn't share those feelings, nothing would've changed between us" he said softly.
"I know. I've never really had any sort of relationship so this is all new to me" he admitted with a blush.
"Don't worry so much. We'll look after you" Jolt said with a small reassuring smile.
That night he slept easily, cuddled between his two lovers. Peace however, would not last, and it would all change with a simple phonecall.
(Days Later)
It was all going to pot. The remaining shard was lost, Megatron was revived and Sam was now on a three-way call with him and Mikaela, babbling rather fast. In fact it was faster than usual.
"I'm losing my mind!" he stressed to the both of them.
"Sam, calm down. Tell us what's going on" MacRae said as calmly as possible.
"I am seeing strange symbols everywhere I look. I am writing them down and I don't even know what the hell they are!" he said rather quickly, so much so that the other two barely picked it up. He went on to explain what happened in his recent class before shouting at someone else, before the Brit and Mikaela told him to go to his dorm room and calm down. He left the conversation soon after.
"What do you think?" Mikaela asked.
"I don't know, but I'm heading over there" he said, heading to his quarters.
"So am I. Pick me up at the airport" Mikaela said.
"I will. Bring the sliver of the Cube with you and I'll see you in a couple of hours" he said, hanging up his encrypted phone before tapping his earpiece. "Optimus, come in" he said, heading into his room.
"MacRae. Is everything alright?" the leader asked.
"No it's not. Sam is seeing symbols that he has never even heard of and I need to get over there as fast as I can. Can you arrange some last minute transport for me and Jolt?" he asked, putting on his civilian clothes which consisted of a blue, sleeveless turtle-neck and slightly baggy jeans with his favourite boots.
"We were heading there anyway. The Decepticons are mobilizing and heading to the same city. Why Jolt?" he asked.
"I need a civilian vehicle to escort me and Mikaela to Princeton University. I have to get to the airport to pick her up in a couple of hours" he explained, picking up a black leather jacket and heading out.
"Of course. But once he's dropped you off you'll have to get transport to safety" he said.
"I'm well aware of that which is why I've stashed my pistol and holster if I need it" he said. This day was going to get worse.
(Princeton)
Jolt pulled up and he climbed out, taking his gun and holster and stashing it in a messenger bag that rested on his hip. He turned to the holoform and kissed him passionately before pulling way and giving him a smile whilst Mikaela nearly went 'aww' in the back.
"Be careful, Jolt" he said, stroking his cheek.
"You as well" he said, before ushering them both out.
"So you and Jolt. When did that happen?" she asked him with a smile as they began to walk.
"Around the same time you managed to capture your little demon in the metal box" he replied with a grin. "I hope he's okay" he said, resting his hand on the messenger bag, the weight of the gun a comfortable presence on his side.
"So do I" Mikaela said.
It was clear to him that she loved Sam deeply, and it made him feel happy that he could relate to her when it came to relationships. They walked down the hallway, finding Sam's room where someone, most likely his room mate approached him.
"Is this Sam Witwicky's room?" MacRae asked for confirmation.
"Yeah, he's totally covered it in symbols-" the curly haired teen was cut off further as they entered and they both stopped dead as they saw what was happening.
His room was covered in green symbols which looked Cybertronian in nature, but that wasn't what had caught their attention. Sam was lying on his bed, a blonde haired, tanned girl in a light blue summer dress on top of him, lips locked in what looked to be a passionate kiss. They broke apart and Sam looked startled.
"Mikaela" he said simply.
"Is that your girlfriend?" the other asked in a sultry tone.
"Ex" Mikaela answered simply, leaving the room. MacRae followed after her after promising to return to Sam, but they heard a racket behind them as things were broken and MacRae dug into his bag, pulling out the gun and strapping on the holster.
"What the bloody hell?" he asked as he saw the sight. Sam was on the floor and the girl wasn't so human now, sporting a mechanical tongue. Mikaela through the case at the disguised robot, which missed and went out the window. With a manly scream, Sam got up and legged it out of the room followed by the Brit, his girlfriend and his room mate. However the punchline would come later...
To Be Continued...