A/N: Mikaela finally appears in this chapter! So if you like her, then you get my AU version of her here. :) And another special character who won't be showing up again for a while. But might give you an idea of where Trevor's love life is headed.
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CHAPTER 27
Home Again
Trevor enjoyed the alone time he got with Bumblebee more than anything. Even though he loved the other Autobots, time with his father felt more special than any other time he spent. If only because with Bumblebee he didn't have anything hanging over his head. He didn't have to be formal, or mature, or anything for that mater. With Bumblebee he knew he could be nothing but the kid that he still was, and he loved it. So the fact that he had surprised him with a trip back to Tranquility for a few days as the newbies got accustomed to life on base made him happy.
It was the first of two trips he'd be taking, the second of which was in two weeks. That was a bonding trip with Elita, and a diplomatic mission for Optimus rolled into one that he also looked forward to. But still, it felt good to get a chance to return to his old stomping grounds. "Feels good to be back, doesn't it?" Bumblebee draped his holoform's arm around his son's shoulders as they drove down the street. "So are you sure Sam's parents are cool with me just crashing with you guys?" He asked.
"They said they were fine when I called," Trevor replied with a nod, leaning against the mech. "Are you sure you're cool staying with them? I mean, they just offered, I'm sure we'd be just fine staying at a-."
"No, no it's fine," Bumblebee nuzzled his head with his holoform's cheek slightly. "I'm glad you'll get to spend some time with your family friends again," He added with a smile. "I know you won't say anything, but you've missed them."
Trevor couldn't deny that was true, because it very much was. The Witwicky's were family to him, and he knew that they would love Bumblebee too. After all, they had at least seemed to enjoy him for what time they got to know him when they were there for the funeral. Trevor pursed his lips as he thought of that, no doubt, while he was there, he would be seeing his parents grave, and it saddened him to think of that. Yet, he knew he wanted to, he had to see their graves and talk to them before he left, or he'd only find himself even sadder.
"You okay?" Trevor turned his head as Bumblebee looked at him. "You're really quiet all of a sudden."
"Just thinking of mom and dad," Trevor admitted. "We'll see them before we leave, right?"
Bumblebee smiled, running a hand along his arm gently. "Of course," Bumblebee replied. "Just tell me when you want to go and I'll drive you there," He added firmly. "We'll go together, and if it helps you can even cry on my shoulder," Trevor smiled as the mech came to a stop in front of the Witwicky home. "So, this is it, right?" Trevor nodded. "Thank Primus I remembered, I thought I wouldn't."
Trevor laughed as the door popped open and he climbed from his car form. His mind went elsewhere briefly, wondering what this trip would be like. He quietly feared that he may, much to his displeasure, run into Trent. A thought which sent a chill up his spine. "This is going to feel weird," Trevor admitted. "Last time I was only back for two days, but now..."
"I know," Bumblebee chuckled. "I can only imagine how weird it might feel."
Trevor was about to reply when the door flew open, signifying the fact that they had been heard from the house. Trevor looked back as Judy Witwicky strode across the yard, and knew any more conversation with Bumblebee would have to wait. "Trevor! I thought I heard you out here!" Judy turned her head to shout through the door. "Ron! They're here!" She rushed over. "Look at you! You look like you're sprouting up like a weed."
"Hey Mrs. Witwicky," Judy's bone-crushing hug surprised him. "Mrs. Witwicky, I can't breathe!"
"Oh none of that now, I haven't seen you in too long," Judy finally let go, and looked Trevor in the eyes. "And don't think just because I'm not your mother I don't worry sick about you over there," She looked at Bumblebee. "Bumblebee, it's so great to see you again too," She gave him a hug, which surprised the Autobot as well. "Aw, don't be so stiff, you're practically family now that you've got Trevor."
Bumblebee stared at Trevor, having never realized just what level of hyper Judy was. But he smiled slightly, and returned the hug, surprising Judy. "Eh, it's cool, I'm a hugger too," Bumblebee laughed, as Trevor grinned. "Thank you for inviting me to stay with you. I promise not to take up too much room," He added politely. "If you can point me to the garage, or something, I would be grateful."
"Of course, of course," Judy nodded, and pointed towards a detached garage as Trevor carefully got his bag from the backseat. "Oh Sammy's going to be so happy to see you, Trevor. You should see him this year, he's got a girlfriend and everything," Trevor's eyes widened in surprise. "I know, right? He finally got the courage to ask that little Mikaela girl out."
"The evil jock concubine?" Trevor asked. "Oh man, this I've got to see." Considering it was Saturday, he grinned and questioned. "Is he home?"
"On his way back now since you're a little early," Judy shrugged as she led him and Bumblebee's holoform to the front door. "He was out with Mikaela, they should both be here any minute though," She then added. "That's fine though, it gives the two of you plenty of time to settle in. I'm sure your flight here was just exhausting."
Trevor grinned as he stepped into the home, seeing Ron making his way over. Trevor wasn't surprised when Ron gave him a hug, as like Judy, he must have had his own worries. "Good to see you kiddo," Ron released him then turned, and shook Bumblebee's hand. "Bumblebee," His grip tightened. "I expect to hear great things about his time with you. Seeing as-."
"His biological father," Bumblebee nodded. "I hope you will find what he tells you comforting."
Trevor looked a Ron, and gave the man a pat on the arm. "Don't worry, Mr. Witwicky. He's a gentle giant," He then added, rather bluntly. "I'm even calling him "dad" now," Ron looked at him with a great deal of surprise. "It's what they would have wanted, y'know? And plus, that's what he is. He loves me like a son, and I love him like a dad," He then stated. "You find this weird?"
"More like surprising," Ron admitted. "But I'll get used to it. Right now, let's get your stuff into the guest room. Then we can talk about this a little more."
Trevor only hoped that Bumblebee really was ready for some real quality time with them. After all, the Witwicky's had been a second family to him from childhood. If Bumblebee hadn't adopted him, they would have. And as a result, Trevor could only guess how bad this could go if they didn't approve of Bumblebee or his treatment of him.
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It was Trevor that initiated his hug with Sam, who did nothing but return it. He'd missed Sam a lot, given the boy had always been a brother to him. Bumblebee caught the sight, and smiled, watching as after a few moments, they finally let go. Beside Sam, he caught sight of a young woman who he guessed to be Mikaela. She was a little on the short side, with long brown hair, and a very beautiful face and body. She greeted Trevor with a smile, seeming to recognize him, though they settled for a handshake, clearly not having known each other well before.
"So, you've been living on a military base?" Mikaela spoke up, trying to strike up conversation. "Sam says it's pretty far from here."
Trevor swallowed, then stared at Bumblebee nervously. "Yeah, it's out of the country. I just came to visit for the week," Trevor then nodded. "My adoptive dad, Ben, he's pretty busy. But he wanted me to come back to the states and see my friends," He smiled a little. "So, I take it by the fact you're not coming in you want me to go out and do something?"
"Yeah, if Be-Ben's cool with that?" Sam looked over at Bumblebee. "Good to see you by the way, man. This is my girlfriend, Mikaela."
Bumblebee got to his feet, and calmly made his way over. He shook Mikaela's hand, and then looked at Trevor. Should he let the boy go alone? He wanted his son to have fun, but he also knew a Decepticon could take advantage of the situation. "It's nice to meet you, Mikaela," He then looked at Trevor. "I don't see a reason you three can't go and have fun. Can I ask where you're taking him though?"
Trevor knew what that meant, Bumblebee's real form would be tailing them. Not that he minded, as he knew this was a simple precaution, and one he had to take considering their status among the Autobots. "We were just thinking of going to dinner and the drive-in theater," Mikaela replied rather politely. "We're not sure what we're going to do before that."
"Oh? You kids want my car?" Bumblebee asked, an idea which made Trevor sigh in relief, this would be easier. "It's a nice 2008 model Camaro, and I'm just gonna hang out here. So I'm totally cool with you taking it so long as Trevor drives," He gave a sneaky wink towards Trevor.
"I thought Sam said you bought a Camaro when he bought his Fiesta?"
"It got wrecked," Trevor replied to Mikaela. "Same weekend that my folks died," Trevor took Bumblebee's "keys", and gave Bumblebee a quick hug. "Thanks dad!"
"Thanks Ben!"
"Yeah, thanks," Mikaela said, slightly suspicious.
As Trevor started for the door, he sighed slightly. It was definitely going to be hard to do this with someone not aware of the Autobots in the car. Yet he also knew that there was no other way to do it. As Bumblebee had thought, he too figured that he was an easy target for Decepticons out in the open like this. They made it to the barn, and into the car before Mikaela spoke up. "So, your new dad's a little overprotective, huh?" Trevor turned his head to look at Mikaela. "He got pretty tense looking back there."
Trevor looked for a reason to excuse Bumblebee as he pulled the seatbelt over himself and said-father began to drive. "Uh, yeah, my dad can be a little protective," He admitted calmly. "He means well though. My grandparents are kind of important people in some circles. So my dad has sort of grown up learning to be cautious," Mikaela nodded, seemingly in understanding. "And no that does not mean the mob, because I know that's what you're thinking."
"I wouldn't judge you if it did," Mikaela admitted. "My dad just got out on probation," Trevor felt Bumblebee bristle underneath him for a moment. "He didn't hurt anyone, he just got desperate, stole a few cars. Reformed in jail, who knew," That time, he felt Bumblebee relax a little. "Is it me or does your dad's car act a little weird?"
Girl, you have no idea. Trevor thought to himself silently.
"So where do you guys want to go until we go to the movies?" Sam stated, trying to get off the subject. "How about the lake? Yeah, I like the lake. And I bet Trevor would enjoy the calmness living on a military base and all," He then looked at Trevor. "Right, buddy?"
Trevor looked up, unsure of whether the lake was the best idea. But all the same, he slowly nodded his head, he supposed the lake was a harmless way to spend the afternoon. And hopefully, it was far enough away from the stress factors that Bumblebee could relax a little bit himself.
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Trevor felt like the third wheel of the group while they were at the lake. Actually, it turned out that the whole situation was awkward, really. Sam and Mikaela spent most of the time snuggling as Bumblebee played a romantic station for them. (After Sam had begged him) While Trevor simply took in the warm day and enjoyed being somewhere other than a beach for once. They were the only ones there, with the exception of a small group of British people, a family, he guessed. He knew a couple of them, the Brooks, from school, but the fourth member of the usual trio he did not recognize.
She had long, flowing blond hair, and was built like she belonged on the cover of Vanity Fair. Her blue eyes caught him once or twice, but he averted his gaze, trying not to seem to eager. Even if she was beautiful, and he did know the Brooks. And... Aw man, he had just realized she was heading his way, he straightened himself slightly, and looked out onto the lake. "You seem lonely," A British voice grabbed his attention, as he turned to look at the girl. "Or do you spend long days just staring over at families?"
"I, uh..." Trevor rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, I just I know your..."
"Cousins," The girl finished for him. "And I'm sorry to hear you know them. They're kind of brats," Trevor couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "They think I'm coming over here to flirt. Since you've been watching me this whole time," Trevor blushed at that comment, whistling a little. "Don't worry, I'm thankful for a reason to get away. The only reason I'm here is because my parents insisted we come to visit our American relatives for a change. And it was an excuse to get out of school for a few days," Trevor smirked a little. "I'm Carly Spencer, by the way."
"Trevor Prime," Trevor nodded. "And you're kinda right, I used to go to school with them. Austin runs around with Trent Demarco. And you have to be a brat to hang out with him," Carly raised an eyebrow, as if offended that he would mention that. "That is, I mean, I'm sure Austin's a great guy. I just, we got off of-."
Carly stopped him, laughing a little bit. "It's fine," Carly shook her head. "Austin's the worst of them. Takes after his mother, given she's a right old prude and wench herself," Trevor smirked a little bit. "I can only really stand my uncle, and even then, that's a stretch," She paused. "So what do you mean you used to? Are you in college or something?"
Trevor shook his head, chewing his lip slightly. How much could he tell a random civilian? He guessed about as much as he could tell Mikaela, and shifted slightly. "My parents died a while back," Trevor began. "I was adopted, and my dad is an army scout. He's stationed overseas and all, so yeah," He shrugged his shoulders slightly.
Carly frowned, clearly that tugged at a heartstring. She looked away, and pushed some of her hair from her face in deep thought. She nodded a little, and finally looked over to him. "Sorry, you just reminded me of my brother," Carly admitted, taking in the look of worry on his face. "He's been serving in our army for about a year now, and he went MIA last month," She crossed her arms slightly. "You have a nice car, by the way." She nodded at Bumblebee. "That thing must go pretty fast, huh?"
"That's actually my dad's," Trevor replied. "Don't worry, I get that a lot," He noted as Carly started to make her way toward the Camaro. "You a fan of cars, or just...?"
Carly shrugged her shoulders as she approached Bumblebee, who watched the whole event closely. He could feel Trevor's pheromone levels skyrocketing, and almost wanted to tell the girl to back off. He definitely wasn't ready for Trevor to be dating yet, not after they'd just established their own familial relationship. And yet, he made himself calm down a little. After all, this was just some girl, probably one he wouldn't even see again. "I'm more into vintage cars," Carly admitted. "I kinda like vintage anything. But I have a soft spot for Camaro's," She then added. "My first car was one from the 60s."
Trevor looked at her as she ran a hand along Bumblebee's hood. He couldn't help his feelings, Carly was hot, like smoking hot. And th"e fact that she seemed so normal, and down to Earth wasn't hurting things either. "Yeah, I want a car, but dad just lends me his so. I guess this IS technically my car," Carly smirked. "So, how were you able to get off from school? Are you in college?"
Carly shook her head slightly. "No," Carly replied. "I have a year to go of schooling before I'm in university. And even then I think I'm going to be taking a year off," She explained with a shrug. "And you?"
"I get tutored on base," Trevor shrugged. "I'm two years out."
Trevor half expected the flirty look she'd had in her eyes the past two minutes to falter. But it didn't, even knowing she was talking to a younger man, she seemed to continue flirting. "That's cool, you're lucky," Carly shook her head. "I bet you get a lot of down time," She smirked a bit. "You think you can maybe take me for a spin in this? I'd love to see how a modern Camaro runs."
Bumblebee was almost certain that he knew where this was going. But all the same, Trevor agreed, and let Carly into the passengers seat. "Hey lovebirds," Sam and Mikaela turned to look at him. "I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" Sam gave a thumbs up the second he saw Carly. "Try not to cause too much of a scene, okay?" He asked.
Before any more words were exchanged, Bumblebee was driving them. His rearview mirror shifted so he would have a perfect look at his son and this girl. Carly had rolled down the window, and seemed to be enjoying herself. And Trevor, Bumblebee noticed, could barely take his eyes off of her. "So much better than my old clunker," Carly admitted. "You're so lucky your dad lets you take this thing out!"
"I know," Trevor replied. "I have an awesome dad."
Bumblebee knew Trevor was buttering him up with that one, on the off chance he got lucky enough to kiss the girl. Inwardly, he cringed at the thought of these two kissing inside him. If only because he definitely wasn't sure he was ready for this. Half of why he was happy to be in the middle of the Indian Ocean was he didn't have to handle him dating yet. "So," Carly spoke up as they started back towards the lake. "I really appreciate you getting me away from the stiffs for a little while," She told him.
"Thanks for not finding my ten minutes of staring creepy," Trevor chuckled nervously.
Oh lord, had Trevor actually just said that? Bumblebee was definitely going to have to teach his son how to flirt if he really was going to start doing that with girls. Trevor shook his head as they came to a stop back at the lake. "So, I know this might seem a little sudden," Trevor began, looking at her. "But my friends and I are going to dinner and a movie..."
Carly seemed to really think about it for a minute, her eyes locking with Trevor. "I really wish I could," She admitted with a deep sigh. "But I have this dinner thing with the family, and..." She paused a moment. "If I blew them off for a guy I literally just met, they'd think I was crazy," She smiled, leaned over, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're very sweet though, and any other day, I'd be happy to."
"Can I have your number then? Maybe we can-."
"I leave tomorrow," Carly replied with a sad look on her face. "But I don't see any harm in just chatting right? I'll give you my email, considering long-distance rates are a nightmare," She noted, getting paper and a pen from her purse. "Maybe if we're both in the same place sometime, we can get together." She added.
"I'd like that," Trevor admitted.
A moment later, Trevor had Carly's email clutched in his hand. "It was really nice meeting you, Trevor," Carly nodded to her family. "But I think it looks like they're getting ready to head out." She added.
"It was nice meeting you too, Carly."
He watched her as she walked off, leaning against the drivers seat slightly. Of course, he would be the one to meet a beautiful girl that he'd probably never see again. And that much hurt him, bad. Especially when he'd felt a real spark there, especially when she kissed his cheek. He heard a quiet, love tune play on Bumblebee's radio and groaned. "Oh come on, dad," He whispered. "Can you not tease me like that?"
"Don't worry kid," Bumblebee chuckled. "There are plenty of femmes out there. She was just one of them."
But though he'd never say it to Trevor, Bumblebee had the odd feeling that this wasn't the last they'd see of Carly Spencer.
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A/N: Yep, that's right, this story will contain an OCxCarly pairing. My version of Carly will contain elements of both Movie Carly and G1 Carly so she will be a bit different, but also the same. Just don't expect her to show up again until the ROTF arc. This was simply to set up a past encounter between the two of them and establish my new take on her a little bit. :)
