~Alright! So I'm working alot on this story and not getting alot of feed back! I mean, chapter 9 I got over 100 hits, and no reviews at all, and last chapter I got almost 200 hits and visitors: and no reviews!
~Tis crazy
Anyways, so I usually write the most for the story that the majority of the people want the most. So it's strange to split my time between a story that alot of people are reading and reviewing-and a story where alot of people are reading, but no one reviews.
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Bri sat quietly on one of the many rocks that dotted the beach that lay just outside the base. Sighing, she dug her bare toes into the wet sand and watched the sun slowly start to rise. Another day, the second day in a long number of days where she would no longer have her parents. Bri tried to take a deep, cleansing breath, but that only seemed to intensify the pain in her chest.
"I am..I wish to be.. consoling to you at this time. It is hard for one to loose a creator..much less two..and at such a tender..age." Barricade said, somehow sneaking up behind the sad blonde. Bri sniffled, pushing her curly hair away from her face.
"Thanks 'Cade. You don't need to counsel me, and you don't need to talk funny." Bri sighed, using the sleeve of her sweatshirt to wipe her leaking eyes and nose. Barricade made a strange, grumbling noise.
"The term was 'console', not 'counsel'. And this 'talking funny' of which you speak, is actually the proper use of your own grammar." He said softly, settling down in the luke-warm, wet sand. He cringed, shuttering his optics. There was gonna be sand in so many unnecessary and hard to reach places after this.
"Whatever 'Cade." Bri sniffed. Barricade turned to watch the small girl out of the corner of his optics. He'd only known her for such a short time, and she unknowingly had him wrapped around her fingers...
After scanning the face's of the humans helping that damn 'Bot scout, he was able to begin searching for them. He'd learned their names, addresses, social security numbers, you name it, he had it. Barricade had quickly driven over to the closest house, Kaytelynn's. Just as he snuck into the back yard and transformed, a small figure appeared from the back doorway.
Barricade stopped and starred at the small, blond haired girl. She was somehow clueless about his presence in her yard, and didn't notice until he kicked a nearby tree, causing it to rustle. Her eyes snapped up to him, and Barricade found that he could only freeze. Big blue and black mismatched eyes starred up at him, much like an innocent sparkling. There was no malice or fear in those eyes, small and organic.
"E-excuse me...I'm going to have to ask you to please leave my yard." She said just loud enough for him to hear. Barricade felt his spark chamber shutter, and his energon lines begin to tingle. He tried to process these strange feelings, but came up with nothing. Had he been poisoned? Was this some kind of Autobot trap?
"I am Barricade. I come for the: Kaytelynn Banghart, username: ilovebluegatorade, code number: 92-5." Barricade said as coldly as he could, ignoring the pulse in his spark.
"Well...she ain't here. I'm Brichanna. You can leave whenever you wish Mr. Robot." The small girl stuttered, back pedaling towards her home. Barricade cringed a little, crouching down so his face was closer to her height.
"Come here, small, organic Brichanna." He tried to sound as nicely as he could. This human knew of the other girl, maybe he could trick her into telling him exactly where she was.
"Why should I? You're looking for my cousin." Brichanna said, holding onto the handle of the sliding glass door. Ahh..so the two humans were related.
"Yes, I am. Maybe I could stay and keep your company until she returns. I am a friend." Barricade lied smoothly, tilting his head in an attempt to look innocent. Brichanna looked at him for a moment, before slowly inching closer.
"There, there, dear organic. Now..what do you humans do with small talk...ah..what do you do for monetary income?" Barricade said as the small girl took a seat on a picnic table beside him. With Barricade still laying down, the two were eye to optic. Brichanna blinked owlishly at him for a moment.
"E-excuse me?" She asked, shifting awkwardly in her seat.
"What do you do for monetary income?" Barricade asked again, but noticed that the confused look on her face did not fade. Slaggit, he'd have to look up synonyms on the human's Internet again.
"Ah..a job."
Brichanna's eyes automatically lit up, and she gaily clapped her hands together.
"I work at the Regal down town.." She said, watching as a strange look of confusion sprayed over his face. His blood-red eyes dimmed out for a moment, before they re-lit themselves.
"Ahh..a motion picture cinema recreational mass-meeting place."
"Y-yes"
It went on like this for awhile, just random banter back and forth. Slowly, something changed. Instead of trying to pry information about her cousin out of the poor girl, Barricade had somehow become truly interested in the blonde. He was a behavioral scientist (not to mention a metal smith) before the war, and the concept of picking through a human's behavior was just too good to pass up.
"And what do you do with these...gummybears?" Barricade asked. Brichanna snorted, laughing.
"You eat them! You know, eat. Don't you eat?" She asked, her voice high pitched and happy.
"The life source of all Cybertronians is energon. We bleed and drink energon."
"So..you guys drink your own blood." Brichanna cringed at the idea. Barricade smiled, shaking his head.
"There are separate kinds of energon. The energon that we 'drink' is bright pink, while our blood energon is bright blue."
"Ohhh.." Brichanna said, tapping her finger to her chin.
:Barricade, have you found the humans?:
Barricade sighed, hearing the voice of Starscream over the comm. link. Ever since Megatron went missing, he had to live with that flying pile of scrap as a leader. He was always so bossy, and far to..malicious for Barricade's liking. He was a Decepticon, but he believed that even Decepticons had a line.
:No. They got away with the scout. I am scouting out one of the human's home: He messaged back, and quickly received a snort.
:Do not bother. Burn this home to the ground, family and all inside. I shall pulverize every one of these despicable organics: Starscream hissed, and Barricade could clearly hear the sound of someone pleading. Barricade winced as the sound of something being...squished..came over the comm. link, bones snapping, skin tearing and the human screams.
Burn down the home? Kill all the humans?
Barricade looked down at the teeny femme that sat beside him, happily chewing something called 'bubblegum' and twirling her hair. Could he really kill her? She was like a sparkling..and Barricade didn't kill sparklings. With a deep sign, his processor began assessing different outcomes and variables of what he was about to do. He nodded to himself, quickly transforming down to his alternative form.
"Wow..you're a blue.." Brichanna whispered, eyeing his Mustang body. His passenger seat door swung open, Barricade's voice pumping from the speakers.
"C'mon..we must go help your cousin."
Brichanna cheered, rushing over and leaping into the car. Barricade sighed, zooming down the street and feeling the small girl actually buckle into the safety belt. He smiled softly to himself, speeding off towards the Autobot energy signals and cloaking his own.
Barricade sighed, rubbing his face plates awkwardly.
"Did you ever have parents 'Cade?" Bri asked suddenly, catching the ex-Decepticon off guard.
"I..I suppose. I never knew of them. I was just a sparkling..a new sparked sparkling..left in the streets of a large city..much like your planet's New York City. That is where Megaton found me, and soon he trained me to be his soldier."
Bri paled a little, but nodded. He heard her sniffling, and turned to see her wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
"What's going to happen 'Cade? I-I know Seer has custody of Kate and I..but..but..what am I gonna do? 'Cade, you're smart..help me, tell me what to do!" Bri sniffled, breaking out into chaotic tears. 'Cade sat awkwardly for a moment, before plucking the small girl off her sitting-rock. He cupped her in his hand, and gently brought her to the space in his armor where his neck met his chassis. Bri scurried into a small natch in his armor, whimpering. 'Cade felt sadness from the poor girl, but he felt a small sense of pride. She wanted him to help her, him, not some idiotic 'Bot.
"There, there. You may be small, organic and without your creators, but you shall have me. If there is anything you believe is to complicated for you, inform me, and those worries shall be no more." 'Cade said with uncharacteristic softness. He'd keel over if anyone saw him like this, but his charge needed comfort. As a guardian, one must protect their charge physically, mentally and emotionally. Barricade sensed a life form closing in on their spot, and he quickly spun to see a rather tall girl behind them.
She was taller than the average American human female and Barricade knew she must be with the Autobots, because she wasn't screaming at the sight of him. Her skin was baked a lovely shade of creamy caramel, and her mismatched grey and green eyes were watching him softly.
"I'm sorry about interrupting, but Bri needs to eat something." She said cautiously, watching the other girl appear from behind Barricade's massive form. Brichanna sniffled, shuffling over to the gargantuan, yet thin woman. Bri nuzzled her nose into the woman's side, and the two began to trek to the base. Barricade huffed, and slowly began walking behind them.
"I'm Asia." The too-tall girl said, looking up at Barricade. Barricade snorted, crossing his arms over his chassis.
"Heh. You are most certainty not Asia. Asia is a continent."
Asia rolled her eyes, grimacing at the large ex-'Con.
"It's a nickname. My real name is Anistasia." She exhaled slowly. These robots were not up on their studies about human culture. Barricade huffed, but nodded his helm.
"I..see..a nickname." He grumbled to himself. "Just as you call Brichanna, 'Bri'."
"Exactly 'Cadie." Asia smirked, laughing softly when the ex-'Con glared at her. Barricade didn't approve of this 'nickname', it was so informal and seemed disrespectful. Preparing to vaporize the stick-like human, 'Cade heard a small noise. Scanning quickly, he realized it was Brichanna laughing softly, like a little mouse.
"'Cadie..ehe.." She giggled softly, wiping at her face.
Well...'Cade could get used to the nickname if it made his charge feel better.
"Has she woken up yet, old man?" Ironhide pestered Ratchet, following him into the MedBay. Bumblebee followed behind the massive Weapon Specialist and the Medic, whirling worriedly. Ratchet sighed, turning on his cooling fans in agitation. Tossing down his battered data-pads, Ratchet shot a glance towards the curtained off section of his MedBay.
"She's just resting, she should be up soon. She'll need alot of physical therapy to get used to her knew parts." Ratchet hummed, stopping when he heard a slightly pinging. Turning towards the curtained off square of the room, he shot a look over the top of the curtains.
"Miss Kaytelynn..are you awake?" Ratchet called, peering down at the small human.
"Yeah Ratch. Can you help me out? I gotta use the bathroom, and can you get me 'Bee and Gent?" Kate asked softly, her voice cracking from a mix of sleep and relentless crying. Ratchet nodded, turning to the yellow scout.
"Bumblebee, may you go escort Madam Gentle here?" Ratchet asked as politely as he could. 'Bee nodded, shaking his helm quickly before dashing out of the MedBay at breakneck speed. The floor shook as the giant robot spun around trying to find the small girl.
"Ha..your human friends..they are so measly and pathetic. Like little monkeys..like little, insignificant lemurs." Ironhide mocked playfully, sticking his head into Kate's curtained off room. She smirked, glaring up at him playfully.
"What does that make you? Iron-Gorilla?" She laughed, coughing slightly at her sore throat. Ironhide scoffed, sticking his metal tongue out at her.
"That comment is all too true. Ironhide here has the same personality, attitude and manners as one of your planets Gorillas." Ratchet scoffed, ducking a half-sparked punch from Ironhide while scanning Kate quickly.
"Ratch'..my left side's itchy." Kate whined, reaching a hand out to scratch her left arm. Ratchet revved his engine softly, waving his finger at the tiny girl.
"None of this scratching. The 'itching' as you say is actually your body healing itself. Now, you understand that your body is now about 10% steel, and you shall need physical therapy, but first you just need to rest." Ratchet said calmly, lifting up the small blonde in his servo.
"Alright 'Ratch." She said softly, making funny faces at 'Hide.
"I digress: your friends are pathetically human." Ironhide scoffed, rolling his optics. A loud engine rev broke the slight silence of the room, as well as someone clearing their throat. 'Bee raced into the room, a brown haired girl sitting calmly in his palm. 'Bee chirped happily, scooping up Kate in his hand as well. He squeaked happily as the two girls embraced.
"How are you feeling Madam Gentle?" 'Ratch asked, tilting his helm at the brown, mismatched-purple eyed girl. Gentle smiled, nodding her head.
"I'm just great Ratchet. How are you?" She asked happily, wrapping her arms around Kate and began rocking the two back and forth in a soothing motion.
"I am fine my dear organic." Ratchet smiled happily down at the brunette. Ratchet enjoyed Gentle's company the most out of Kate's friends. That 'Brichanna' one was far too 'airheaded', and seemed too..simple minded. That 'Asia' one was far too comedic for his tastes. That 'Saoirse' one was far too 'bad ass-punk-rocker-rebel', and far too quiet and coy for his likes. He enjoyed Kate's company, the blonde was the right mix of a level head, sweetness and comedic humor.
His favorite human by far was Gentle, who was an angel in the Medic's optics. Her personality was appeasing and soft, but she was by no means a push over. She made excellent, intelligent and polite conversation, all the while being interesting and humorous. Gentle was everything that a Cybertronian expected a femme to be: soft, giddy, intelligent, sophisticated, beautiful, humble, funny, independent and well...gentle.
Whoever named her had quite the insight on her personality.
"Good morning Ironhide." Gentle said quietly. Ironhide blinked down at Gentle, huffing.
"I suppose you could call it 'good'. Stupid meat-bag." Ironhide growled, crossing his arms across his chassis. Gentle's face tightened a bit, but she kept a smile on her face.
"I would call it good actually. Maybe it seems a little less so all the way up there." She commented politely.
The Medic would have snapped at the rude Weapons Specialist, but Ratchet knew Ironhide's game. He'd seen the way the large mech stole little glances of the purple-lavender eyed girl. He'd also seen how Gentle had taken every opportunity to make conversation with Ironhide. Ratchet smiled as the rough warrior bantered with the soothing, gentle girl. Smirking as he completed another scan over Kate, who was watching 'Bee with large, blue-hazel doe eyes.
Sometimes the most violent of wounds only need some loving stitching and a little soothing balm.
And who the hell said Medics couldn't be matchmakers?
Kate's POV:
I laughed as 'Bee carried me out of the MedBay, leaving a grumbling Ratchet, an annoyed Ironhide and a flustered Gentle behind.
"How are you doing Bumble? New legs? Lookin' sexy." I laughed as 'Bee flexed one leg, a wolf whistle coming from his radio.
"My voice is so wonderful!" 'Bee said, and he smiled down at me with baby blue optics. I felt myself blush, and I ran my hands through my cropped hair. I felt like such a boy without my hair! It was practically the only girly part of me besides my body!
"I must agree with that." I smirked, playfully shoving his chin plate. 'Bee buzzed happily, smiling down at me.
"'Bee..I-I gotta tell you..at Mission City..you were so brave." I whispered, watching as 'Bee's optics darkened.
"I lasted..only a few moments in battle..." 'Bee seemed upset, optics downcast. I placed my hands underneath his warm, metal chin and lifted his chin up as gently as I could. 'Bee whirred, confused optics piercing my orbs.
"You're my hero 'Bee..that's kind an overused statement, but...I can't figure out words to fix the feelings. I just..I'm sure I would have given up without you...You held me when I was in pain..and all I could think about how I knew you wouldn't let me die..and that you'd stop the pain..." I said, watching his slowly widening optics.
"I-I didn't stop the pain...Ra-Ratchet did.." 'Bee stuttered, his chassis rumbling. I shook my head, bringing my face closer to his. He raised me closer to him, as he slunk down against the wall, sitting on the floor.
"You gave me exactly what I needed, you just needed to be there, and you were..and you still are..I don't know how I'd..I'm gonna live without my Daddy...I've never said this to anyone before..bu-but..I need you..I need you to be you, and please..just..be you for me." I whispered, swallowing thickly and slowly leaning forwards.
I pressed my lips against 'Bee's metal vocal plating. I slowly pulled away after feeling the slightest of pressure against my own lips. I licked my lips as I pulled away, starring into those lightened blue optics. 'Bee blinked at me for a few moments, before a noise that sounded like extremely loud, white noise came from his speakers.
Yelping, I fell to my behind, still in his hand, and covered my ears with my hands. 'Bee stood there dumbly, making that horrible white static noise. Ratchet and Optimus came rushing around the corner, no doubt hearing the noise of doom. As soon as they saw us, Ratchet burst out laughing, and even Optimus let loose a few chuckles.
"He's glitching!" Ratchet laughed, picking me up in his warm servo and plopping me into Optimus' awaiting hand.
"He'll be fine after a quick rest." Ratchet said, sending me a wink. "I can't help but wonder what you did to glitch him.." Ratchet sounded smug, a smirk playing on his facial plates. I blushed, trying to ignore Optimus' laugh as we slowly left the hangar that 'Bee and I had taken refuge in. Optimus slowly slid outside the large, main hangar and sat down against the side of the building. He placed me on his knee, watching me with wide, blue optics.
"How're you Prime?" I asked, settling myself on his knee.
"I am well, slowly adjusting to your Earth customs."
"No one's giving you a time limit or a test on our customs dude, so don't worry about it." I said, reclining on the Prime's knee, trying to do so without straining my wounds. My new metal fittings felt so strange..a few pounds heavier than the right side of my body. I guess I'll grow used to it. Optimus was now watching me with confused optics.
"But..Saoirse has been 'quizzing' me all day on your Earth customs. She said that without Earth customs, we are just bumbling around the world unknowing." He said, shuttering his optics.
"Well...Seer has had a hard life, she's just looking out for you. When she was little she wasn't told about alot..of things.." I said, trying not to go into too much detail. Seer's past was for her to tell, not me. "She was..isolated as a small child, so if she's weird about some things, just let her go."
Optimus nodded, sagging his shoulders a bit.
"Saoirse..seems..rebellious." He seemed a little more put off by this fact than he should have.
"She doesn't respond well to high authority figures. Don't worry Prime, once she realizes that you're the generous, loving, kind leader that I know you are, she'll lighten up." I sighed, resisting the urge to scratch at my skin. Prime hummed in agreement, and slipped into what I deemed as a well deserved stasis.
I smiled, curling up on his knee and closing my own eyes.
