Disclaimer: Finally managed to find time for a new chapter. I've been taking a long break from here, but I wanted to try and get something posted.
Klon: Well, you aren't wrong in how it doesn't make sense that they didn't alert the authorities. To be honest, the idea of them doing that did cross my mind. However, I ended up not having them do that because if they did alert someone, I would be going off in an entirely different story direction. The paramedics would look into her background, and when they find out she doesn't exist, the build-up the story leads to would already be upon us and put the focus away from the Bots. As for Sam asking for help, that was because he didn't want her being left alone after being unconscious for so long. It wasn't so much school related, as it was him being concerned for her health.
"Speaking"
Thinking
There was no shortage of adrenaline at the moment. Sam, with longer legs that I highly wished for, took the lead in the three of us sprinting away from the brawl. The Decepticon barreled into Bumblebee, knocking him backwards and across the yard. Barely missing telephone towers, the impact of the mechanical bodies and wires closer to the ground created bursts of sparks, flashing in the air with snaps of electricity. Dust and rocks were kicked up, and I gave a grimace as a rather large stone pelted me in the back of my right leg, just below the knee. Yep, that'll probably bruise.
Mikaela threw her head back to look, and her pace quickened to keep up with mine, which was only just able to stay with Sam's. "Sam, don't stop!"
"Why on earth would I st-aah!" Two spindly yet razor sharp claws lashed out at Sam, snagging him by the back of his shirt and dragging him backwards. The whiplash sent his legs flying out from under him, hurling him to the ground. Mikaela continued to run past, hurrying towards the series of shelves away from the brawl to no doubt find something to defend herself, while I skid to a halt. The vicious, almost human-sized Transformer snarled at Sam, while the teen furiously kept trying to kick him off. How'd I forget about that thing!? "Blake, help!"
"H-hold on!" What am I supposed to do!? I can't disarm him! Darting my head around for anything remotely useful, I snatched a rock off the ground and threw it at the Con's head. The impact, not being expected, sent him flying off Sam with a shriek. "Come on!"
Sam scrambled upwards, following after me and away from the psychotic alien. Neck twisting around repeatedly as our attacker neared to check our distance, I didn't even notice Sam shoving me hard to the side as the Decepticon finally caught up to him, until I made rough contact with the ground. The Con sent them over an embankment several feet away from me, crashing into a fence circling the lot.
I was scared, and felt my heart pounding in my chest and in my ears. We were far enough away from the Bee's fight with the police car, but my entire being was on edge from an alien that didn't even reach my shoulders. Still, it didn't stop me from wanting to get as far away from the twisted minion as fast as possible. "Sam!" The small rocks dug into my palms, with a few leaving small and bloody cuts on them. Giving a small hiss at the dirt smearing over them, I jumped back up and hurried to the drop, just as Sam grabbed the Con and threw him off his back and over his head.
"It won't stop!" He shouted, as the alien sprung back to his feet, and lashed back out again. "Aah!"
"Witwicky! Witwicky!" Though it was barely legible, the fact Sam's last name was coming from him was enough to send a shiver up my spine. It was bordering on English, with the clicks and hisses that the Con had previously made. Nothing human, or organic about it in the slightest.
Movement drew my attention to my right, and Mikaela ran down the other side of the hill, carrying a giant electric saw in her arms. Oh, finally! Raising it with the blade whirling, she brought it down against the Con's head. A short burst of sparks flew as the spinning arm ripped through the wires and thin pieces of metal that made up his neck. "Get it, get it, get it!" Sam pushed himself against the fence, letting the body drop to the ground as the buzzing blade finally went through. Panting, the two teens looked to each other before turning back to the Decepticon. "Huh? Not so tough without a head, are you?"
Without hesitation, Sam stepped forward and swung his leg, kicking the dismembered head up over the hill with a solid thunk. "Oh-waaaah!" Still shaking from the adrenaline, I gave a choked laugh, while Mikaela dropped the blade to the ground after turning it off.
"I-I just... I'm so terrified right now," I got out, seeing Sam turn to me. "My heart... feels like it's going to jump out of my chest."
"Y-yeah, I can relate... it's quiet," Sam whispered. It was. In our mad rush, we had forgotten about the other Con. Over the hill, we couldn't hear the ringing of any metal making impact, or alien roaring. "Come on." Taking the lead, Sam hurried up the incline, with the rest of us following right behind. He looked around, before making several steps back down to where we were. Did he see something?
"Hey, what's...?" The words faded from Mikaela while we stood halfway on the hill watching the winner of the fight walk over to us. Out of the thick cloud of dust, Bumblebee threw a look behind him at what was no doubt the unconscious, or possibly offline, Decepticon. Satisfied, he focused down on us, and our scared and stunned expressions. "What is it?"
"... he's an alien, isn't he?" Sam didn't turn, but the words were clearly directed at me. "Your explanation earlier... he... wants to protect us."
"Nothing on this planet could make something like him," I replied back, voice equally quiet. "Or do a better job at not getting you killed." Please, don't let that jinx us. Shuffling a little further up the hill, I smiled weakly at the Bot. "D-did you stop him?" I asked, throat dry from screaming.
Bee nodded, and I heard the deep sigh of relief from Mikaela. "Well, that's good," Sam remarked. "You... stopping him." Giving a shaky inhale, he moved a step forward to join me. "So if you're here to protect me, then what was that last night? With the light show?"
Stretching up to his full height, the yellow mech pointed up towards the sky. "Message from Starfleet, Captain-throughout the inanimate vastness of space-angels will rain down like visitors from heaven-hallelujah!" Compared to the explanations he gave me before, the pieces of audio were effortlessly pieced together, floating through the speaker to answer Sam's question. Did that mean he expected a question like this, or was more comfortable speaking to us now that he didn't have to hide?
"Visitors from heaven?" Mikaela mumbled to herself, still behind our backs. "So, what, are you trying to contact someone then? Is it like a leader, or something?"
Applause rang out, and Bee clapped along with brightening optics. "I take it that's a yes. I mean, he did say captain, after all." Lowering himself to the ground, Mikaela's breathing sharpened almost inaudibly when the towering being collapsed, shifting into the old yellow and black Camaro we had seen only minutes earlier.
"Any more questions you want to ask?" Sam slowly began to move forward at the radio's inquiry, shuffling back a little as he neared the top in case the Autobot chose to break out of his vehicular form. Frankly, I had tons of questions. The mechanic part of me wanted to know how the transformation worked, but that in general seemed like a stupid thing to ask. Especially at this moment in time. The other part of me wanted to know the full background to... well, all of what we were about to get involved in. But I'm sure we'll hear about that soon.
"He wants us to get in the car." Throwing a look back at us, and how we hadn't moved from our spot, he gestured to the door. "Are you coming?"
"Go with an alien robot to who knows where?" Mikaela asked incredulously. "What makes you think I would do that?"
"Hate to say it, Sam, but I am curious as to why you're not as hesitant as us," I added. A low mechanical groan filled the air, and we turned to the still rising cloud of dust and smoke off to the side. Decepticon will get up too, at some point. "Though, I rather am more inclined to take Bee over that one."
"Fifty years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get in the car?" Mikaela opened her mouth to retort, but closed it at Sam's words. If she got in the car with us, with Bumblebee, all normalcy would be gone. Just like me, in a way, but at least this world was hers.
While not voicing her decision, the brunette circled around the car and popped open the passenger door. "I'll get in the back again." Automatically, the driver's door opened, and the seat reclined forward. Mikaela, in the middle of holding her seat belt and reaching to the buckle, paused to stare. "Heh. Thanks, Bee." Hurrying up the hill, I climbed into the rear, hearing the seat return into position halfway through sitting down. Sam followed after, grabbing his belt as the door closed behind him. The engine revved, pulling us out of the lot and away from the semi-conscious Con.
"W-wait, hold on." Sam scrambled to click the metal piece in, and reached for the steering wheel as it turned by itself.
"But the car's driving," Mikaela pointed out. Leaning forward, I held onto Sam's headrest and pulled myself closer to them to get a better look.
"Yeah, but it's about the illusion. Don't really want people wondering why a car is driving itself." That, and the technology for it didn't exist yet. "There's not really that much we can do for now, except wait and see where we end up." With that, I leaned back into my seat, head slumped against the window and watching the orange street lights soar by. Judging from the shrinking amount of buildings and houses, I could only assume we had left Tranquility. We were on the edge of the town, and it made sense that calling the others should happen in a location with more space.
There was... something else though. We got rid of the little robot head... right? I feel like... I'm missing something important here.
I always liked to think I had a rather decent memory. I only ever forgot things if they were either unimportant, or were too far in the past. However, while I didn't see the film a lot, I had seen it enough to know the basics of what would go down. That robot head is important. Something happened now that didn't happen in the movie which was... what was it, a phone falling out? It was just... fuzzy. Details were fuzzy, for some reason.
Electronic whirring briefly filled the cabin, until a soft pop rock song came through the speakers. Sam gave a weak laugh, hearing the lyrics. Anything to try and ease our nerves, huh? I'll... try and figure this out later. "... this car's a pretty good driver." Sam glanced over at Mikaela, darkness enveloping us as we entered a large tunnel.
"Yeah, I know. A-are you comfortable? You look a little tense." She was. Her right hand was gripping the handle of the door, dirt covered nails digging into it.
"I'm fine," she replied curtly. "Are you?" That was a question I was wondering too. Sam exhaled deeply, and I saw his shoulders drop considerably. Fingers tapped along the wheel, and he turned back to her.
"I'm terrified. Aliens want my grandfather's glasses, which makes zero sense, and I've almost been killed twice today. Okay, I both really don't want to go with this whole thing, but does it look like I really have a choice?" Mikaela released the door, holding up her hands.
"I didn't mean to snap, alright? We're all not thrilled here either." I shifted, and slid down enough to be out of view from the dashboard mirror.
"... hey, Bee? Don't suppose you have any ideas to try and... well, help make things go a little smoother?" I didn't want them close to a mental breakdown before they met the Autobots. If the introductions were anything what I could remember, then I really didn't want them flat-out fainting. Ironhide, with the guns being larger than we were tall... that wouldn't end well.
"Loud and clear, over."
"What did you say, Bl-whoa!" Sam slammed into the side of the door, as Mikaela gripped the handle again as the Camaro gave a sharp turn, veering towards the empty sidewalk of the tunnel and jumping the curb. Tilting himself further, Bee's right wheels left the pavement, keeping a precarious balance on the left ones. "Blake!"
"I said to make things easier! I did not say to do stunt driving!" I hollered up at him. "Bee!" A bright flash of blue light filled the cabin, scanning from the front and moved quickly to the back. The entire sequence happened far too quickly to process, leaving spots in my vision, but the next movement was even more confusing.
The leather, once cracked and peeling in spots, was brand new. Fractures in the windows had vanished, and the overall interior of the old Camaro model had been replaced. Swapped out, and left the three of us in shiny newer model. How was it that cracks could seamlessly melt away, or pieces of the seat being repaired without assistance? Could altering his form really be that detailed? Dropping back to the pavement, and ignoring the loud honks and angry shouts of the drivers behind us, Bumblebee picked up the speed he left in the disguise swap. Sam, hands hovering just off the steering wheel, looked around him in awe. "What the...?"
"Well... that's one way to distract us." I pulled myself upwards, fighting down the idea to kick the seat for the unexpected action. "This look better suit you, Mikaela?"
"He could've done this the whole time?" She asked herself in disbelief. "Then why'd he stick with that sad older Camaro?"
The radio dials spun wildly, before finally settling on an answer. "Are you telling me you could have been a Camaro this whole time!?"
Is that... Charlie? Sam rose a brow at the excited question blaring through the system, looking finally over at Mikaela. "I, uh, have no idea what he's trying to say."
(Time Skip)
The ride had gone without any other problems. We had all drifted into a partially comfortable silence, and in an attempt to avoid the tension still lingering in the air, I forced myself to drift into a semi-sleeping state. The instant we had the gathering, I wouldn't be asleep for a very long time. I needed all the minutes I could find.
Wonder how much longer until we get there-"whoa!" The car rocked, slamming my head against the mirror and bringing me back to reality. "We arrived?"
"Looks like it." Climbing out of the car, our attention was drawn up to the large observatory in front of us. "Any idea where we are?"
"I'm hoping we're still in Nevada," Sam answered. With how dark it was now, and the lack of any signs, we were only left to guess at this point if we were in the right state. "Hey, Bumblebee, I thought we were looking for your friends?" Friends, technically. Bee flashed his headlights, not giving any other verbal response. "Waiting then?" A speck of light entered my peripheral vision, drawing my attention upwards to the left of the gigantic white and gold structure. Mikaela caught sight of it too, walking around the car to the front to join us as we stared skyward. Whoa...
No one looked at each other or spoke a word. Our undivided attention was to the four flaming meteors soaring towards the planet, high over our heads. As they broke through the atmosphere, four consecutive sonic booms rocked the air, the initial making Sam flinch beside Mikaela. Barely making it past the roof, the fireballs went off in separate directions, with one crashing over the treetops.
"Come on." Sam sprinted off towards the impact, letting us chase after him. Stumbling over the embankment, to which a large chunk of earth was taken out of it, we spotted what had made the impact. A large metal capsule ahead, reminding me of an intricate metal egg with its designs that, by the vague appearance of it I could make out, had folded away to reveal the inside. So... like a chocolate egg with a toy inside. A tree was burning away near the crash, with small fires decorating the dirt it dug up. The heat could be felt through the cool air,
The pod was hard to see, with the smoke and dust it created when it landed, but the sight of a gigantic shadow just behind the trees from the crash site was hard to miss. Mikaela's breath seemed to hitch, as two bright blue lights stared down at us for a few seconds. It looked away for a moment, glanced back at us, before finally dashing across the field. It was nowhere near the same as Bee. No signs of any color, and no clear protective armor. Once it was out of view, Sam looked to the two of us,, breaking the silence that had built around us. "Now?"
"Now we... go meet them." Turning around and trekking back up the hill, Bee waited for us at the edge of the road with open doors.
"Where are we going to meet them?" Mikaela snapped her buckle in as we pulled away from the observatory. "You saw the other one, right? How are they supposed to meet without the cops finding out?"
Opening his mouth, Sam was cut off by a series of chirps from the radio. Wheel turning beneath his hands, Bumblebee pulled off the main road and off onto a winding side road. The buildings around us swapped to unfinished structures. Between two tall buildings that showed no visible signs that anyone was inside, we drove off the smaller street and into a long alleyway. What windows the buildings had, were either not finished and partially boarded up, or pitch black, darkness the only thing on the other side. Garbage bins and chutes from windows high above, abandoned cars, and metal carts loaded with wood and other materials littered the sides while newspapers moved lazily across the ground. Two streetlights, one at either end of the alley, gave enough light for us to see what was in front of us.
Bumblebee slowly crept to a stop in the middle, In the fog ahead, hidden equally in the light on the building, a massive shape began to emerge. Sam quietly opened the door and climbed out, not looking away from the oncoming vehicle. Mikaela got out on her side, and moved her seat back to let me through when she noticed Sam wasn't going to.
The sound of water splashing drew our attention behind us, as three other vehicles drove up. A black Topkick, a silver Pontiac Solstice, and a lime green emergency Hummer H2. Watching the three near us, circling around Bumblebee as he backed up, the now visible Peterbilt approached until it was only a dozen or so feet away from us. We spun around, us humans and the yellow Bot bathed in the light of the bright headlights from the towering truck.
As a mechanic, I had an appreciation for the finer cars, since I worked with a fair share of them. But it's hard to compare a sports car to what stood before us. The dark blue paint and red flames covering the hood, the blue lights that covered the front, sides, and hood, and the silver and red Autobot symbol on the front of the grill. Honestly, they were supposed to be 'robots in disguise', and yet their leader chose that as an alternate form.
And then... the semi transformed.
Words could not even remotely describe an already large vehicle, beginning to reshape itself into something even taller and more powerful. My earlier thought, to when I first saw Bumblebee, was dead on. Optimus Prime... was way, way more intimidating than the other's full height, standing almost twice the scout's size.
As final adjustments were made, with the windshield moving to his chest and the insignia in the dead center, the wheels spinning and locking on each leg-three of them-and the minuscule movements such as the blue helmet atop his head rotating gears along the sides, the other Autobots took that as their cue to transform as well. Clanging metal and shifting gears, that was all we could hear, as the five mechanical giants took up the area around us, making me feel... insignificant. Really, how could one compare to what stood before us? Jazz did a slight flip as he finished, just as the Prime began to kneel down, letting Sam, Mikaela, and I complete our little spin before meeting his optics. Okay, that's... a little close.
Sam, while I wasn't sure he knew it or not, was the only thing keeping me and Mikaela away from Optimus, who's face was a few feet from our own. A sad shield he made, but it was a touching thing to note. The hiss of air emitting through exhausts rippled through the tension, the only noise before... "are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendant of Archibald Witwicky?"
Immediately, I grabbed the lower part of Sam's arm, seeing his legs almost give out in a small stumble. "They know your name," Mikaela whispered, the idea stunning her as we watched the plates raise and lower on Optimus' face.
"And his grandfather's, apparently." Please, don't drop on me now, Sam. You might take me out with you. Gulping down his nerves, Sam reworked his legs to steady himself, and gave the Autobot leader a quick and nervous look, struggling to make eye contact.
"Y-yeah?" He asked, the word cracking.
"My name is Optimus Prime." Bringing himself back up from the close space from before, he swapped his gaze from Sam, to Mikaela and I, and back to him. "We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."
"But you can call us Autobots for short," Ratchet informed us. The medic had activated a scanner on his arm, creating a holographic screen and began to search through it.
"Autobots," Sam repeated, reaffirming the word.
A loud bang echoed from behind us, and I turned around just in time to watch Jazz do a flip and land on the abandoned car. "Is it time for my solo?"
"My first lieutenant: designation Jazz." Sam stared wide-eyed at said lieutenant, giving a split startled and confused look at Optimus at the introduction.
It was not clear exactly where he was looking, as Jazz wore a visor; optics were shielded from our view. However, I did feel like I was being watched. The blue glow had the faintest traces of being lighter in two spots, no doubt where his optics were located. I wonder if that's permanently stuck like that. Can he retract it at all? "This looks like a cool place to kick it."
"What is that? How did he learn to talk like that?" It was an interesting question Sam asked. They obviously must have had some language of their own. Did that mean that they spoke like that already, and it was just in a language we could understand?
I might just be overthinking a lot of this. "We've learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web. My weapons specialist: designation Ironhide." The sound of transforming made us turn around again, only to find ourselves face-to-cannon with said Autobot.
"You feeling lucky, punk?" Sam inched back with a clearly terrified look, not offering any actual answer, and only giving a nervous gulp as he stared up at the two glowing guns attached to Ironhide's arms. While not charged, the heat was still radiating off of the muzzles, more than enough of a warning.
"Easy, Ironhide," Optimus warned, motioning with a hand to lower the guns.
"Just kidding," he muttered disappointingly, bringing one of the weapons up to his face to get a better look. "I just wanted to show them my cannons." Sam sighed, letting a small smile appear. If it wasn't for the seriousness of the moment, the entire experience must have been one of-if not the-greatest moment of his life. Aliens, something that you never thought would have existed, standing right in front of you. The entire concept boggled the mind, and I was amazed at myself that I was taking it so well now. Then again, I did pass out when I learned where I was.
"Our medical officer: designation Ratchet." Without warning, a bright blue light shot out of said Autobot's wrist, scanning Mikaela, Sam, and I just as Optimus finished introducing him.
"What was that!?" Mikaela exclaimed, examining her arms as I gave a noticeable shiver. It wasn't as if whatever happened could be felt, but the entire thing just felt... weird. As if you were under a microscope.
"Relax, human," Ratchet chided her. "It is just a diagnostics check." But what do you know about humans? He could read those scans all he wanted, but unless he did a lot of research about the findings, I doubt he'd get far. Still, I didn't voice that aloud. I watched him slide through whatever notes had been generated on the transparent blue screen, but it was hard to gauge his reaction. The only movement that I caught was the faint raised brow at something he noticed, but from what I couldn't tell.
"You already know your guardian, Bumblebee." Indeed we do. Bumblebee gave an electronic chirp, turning from his leader to us and nodded.
"Bumblebee. So you're my guardian, huh?" Giving his charge a thumbs up, I moved forward closer to Sam, watching the exchange.
"It makes sense, you know. After the incident earlier, with them trying to hunt you down, you need the protection." I wonder... it never was an answer made clear in the movie. I looked back at Ratchet over my shoulder. "He can't speak without the radio, can he?"
The serious look that was on the older Bot since he first transformed turned solemn. "His vocal processors were damaged in battle upon his arrival on Earth. However, now that our scout has a field medic nearby," he focused his attention on said scout.,"I hope to correct what was taken from him."
Mikaela remained silent, listening to his answer. Slowly moving forward to stand alongside Sam, leaving me in the back, the younger woman asked the big question that we all had in our minds. The one that would set everything in motion. "Why are you here?"
"We are here looking for the Allspark. And we must find it before Megatron," Optimus responded gravely.
"... Megawhat?" I probably would have laughed, and made a pun at the slip of the name. Even so, the mood suddenly seemed to drop the moment Mikaela had gotten to the point. It felt... colder, and it all came to a head when Optimus ended with the Decepticon leader's name.
Optimus regained his towering height, having knelt a little when answering Mikaela's question. "Our planet was once a powerful empire. Peaceful and just. Until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. All who defied them were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet, draining it of all energon, and the Allspark was lost to the stars."
"Energon?" Sam repeated.
"The fuel and life-blood of all Autobots and Decepticons alike," the Prime continued. "Megatron followed the Allspark to Earth, where Captain Witwicky found him."
"Oh-my grandfather." It was definitely an interesting thing to hear from Sam's perspective. A past family member you all thought was insane, wasn't. But really, if it wasn't me, then I probably would be in the same boat.
"It was an accident that intertwined our fates. Megatron crash-landed before he could retrieve the Cube. He accidentally activated his navigation system. The coordinates to the Cube's location on Earth were imprinted on his glasses." Hanging on to the explanation, and trying to wrap his head around how it was his relative who was the one to find an overlord from another world, Sam almost didn't even notice until a few seconds after that Optimus said glasses.
"Wait. How'd you know about his glasses?"
Optimus looked solely at him, breaking out of his deep reflection on what was more than likely centuries of war and loss, and with complete seriousness... "eBay."
I just... "Sam." Yeah, he deserves this. "You idiot." With that said, I brought my hand up and clapped him on the back of the head. The teen gave a shout, and went to clasp the back of his skull where I smacked him. Ignoring Sam's glare, I looked back up at Optimus. "Okay. So the Allspark creates life. How does that affect us though?"
"If the Decepticons find the Allspark," Ratched answered me instead, "they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army." Yeah, but can they control it? The Allspark created life, but from the very brief instances it did that I recalled, there was nothing to the small Transformers but pure rage. Could they even think, other than flat-out attack whatever was around them?
"And the human race will be extinguished." If it wasn't possible, the confused, excited, and nervous look on Sam's face all faded into one of paling terror as Optimus finished. Human extinction, all depending on a pair of ancient glasses belonging to the teen next to me. "Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival."
Mikaela and I shared a look as we felt all five sets of optics weighing down at us, both thinking the exact same thing. I had no idea where they were, as Sam had carried his bag up to his room right after we brought Bumblebee home. So at this moment, I relied on his knowledge that he had some sense of where the all-important item was in that mess of a bedroom. "Please tell me that you have those glasses," Mikaela whispered.
"I-I do," he replied back, equally hushed. "We just need to get back to my house first." Sam looked to Bumblebee, and brought his voice back to a normal speaking tone. "Hey, Bee, you can lead us back, right?" Hidden in the question was that he had no idea where to go, and that Bee was our GPS at the moment. Nevada was a huge state, and while we had driven for at max two hours, I had no idea how much distance that put us from Tranquility.
Bee nodded. "I've been everywhere, man. I've been everywhere, man." I'm taking that as a yes.
"Okay... Sam, you better call your parents then." Sam's nervousness broke at my statement, gaining a look of confused bafflement.
"Call my-Blake, don't you think I got more important things to worry about right now?" Well, yes, he did, but that's not the point.
"It depends. Do you really think they're fine with not hearing from you for almost the entire day, after the police episode last night? With the person temporarily staying with them also missing?" I let the question sink in, giving a small smug grin as Sam realized what he was in for when we got back. He needed a good excuse, otherwise the search for the glasses might not go exactly as well as we would like. Else we face the wrath of Judy Witwicky. "Now, let's go... and I'm going with Jazz this time." Because I don't want to be climbing in the back again, no offense to Bee. That, and the other Autobots had me the slightest bit on edge.
Throwing a look back at Jazz, who still sat atop the crushed car, I directed the last part at him. "If that's fine with you, of course?"
"Hey, I don't mind," he grinned. "As long as I get to learn a bit 'bout this planet along the way." Well... that shouldn't be too hard to handle. Now it was just a matter of finding the glasses before... they showed up. Because when they do... best not to think on it.
Yet.
It's been a long time, but I do plan on finishing this story. I didn't want to just leave it sitting.
Until next time!
Angel