Edited! I only own my OC's!
Arrested
"Okay? We have got to alert everyone."
"They already know. Speaker."
The other agents come in SUV's and helicopters. "Optimus! Incomin'!" Sire says.
"Roll out." The Autobots transform and follow the order to roll out.
"Okay, I'm picking up rad readings under that bridge right down there."
"Okay, I'm getting really good rad readings. Forty-two and higher."
Optimus crouches down and lowers a hand for Sam, Mikaela, and I. "Up you get."
We climb in and Optimus stands to his full height and places us on his shoulder.
"Okay, we're dropping in. Really strong readings right down below us."
"There he is."
"Ship one and two, come on in. That's it, right there. Mark him, mark him. Okay, there he is. 11:30. 11:30. Right off the nose."
Optimus takes off running, glancing over his shoulder every few steps.
"I got it. 12:00. Okay, I'm tracking him. I've got him. Got him going down the street."
Optimus runs down the street, doing his best to not crush the cars on it. He turns down a side street, effectively losing the helicopters.
"Okay. Where'd he go, guys? I lost him. Got no IR signature. Where'd he go? Okay, I lost him. I lost him."
Optimus ducks under a bridge and raises his feet, sufficiently hiding.
"Okay, we're coming around." The helicopters make a pass under our bridge. The helicopter turns to make a second pass as Bumblebee comes driving up the viaduct.
"Easy, you three."
"No! No! No, Sam! Sam, don't drop me! Sam, don't! Sam, don't! I'm slipping! I'm slipping!"
Bee speeds up.
"Hold on!" Optimus kicks his feet loose.
"No! Sam!" The two of them fall as I climb onto Optimus's back for safety. They hit the prime's feet, and fall again. Bumblebee transforms and catches them before sliding into the light off the helicopters. Sam drops the glasses.
"All right, we've got him pinned. We've got him pinned in the river."
"I'm in for the shot."
A harpoon lodges into Bumblebee's wrist, causing him to cry out. Sam runs to Bee's side. "Stop! Stop! Wait! No!"
I cringe from Optimus' back. I have to bite my lip to avoid calling out to him.
"Easy, Mariposa."
"I'm trying, Optimus."
"Take the shot, get him."
"Take the shot."
Another harpoon lodges into his other wrist, followed by a net, which pulls him to the ground. "No! No! Stop! Stop!" Sam runs over to him.
"Get down on the ground! Get down! Get down!"
"What? Okay." Mikaela says.
"Look, he's not fighting back!" Sam yells.
"Freeze it! Freeze it! Freeze it!"
"Stop hurting him!" Sam yells.
"Don't let him move!"
"I got him here!"
"No!" Sam yells.
Simmons walks over to them. "Happy to see me again? Put him in a car with his little criminal friend. I want that thing frozen and ready for transport!"
Once they're gone, I slide onto Optimus' chest. Optimus swings from the underside of the bridge as if using the bridge as a set of monkey bars. I'm clinging tight to his plating, crying. "Bumblebee…" He puts a hand under me, keeping me from falling.
"Hang back. Le' meh check i' out." Sire swings down to him. "Optimus, are we jus' gonna stand here and do nothin'?"
"There's no way to free Bumblebee without harming the humans."
"Bu' i's not right. 'E…" Sire starts.
"Let them leave."
Sire takes me away from the others and pulls my shirt and overalls off. He shakes his head about the pull-up I'd been forced to wear by my old Daddy before we left, and helps me out of it and into some actual panties—they're blue with a pink Autobot symbol—then looks over my body at the bruises and cuts from what my old Daddy did. He runs a gentle hand over the cuts on my back, now scabbed over and starting to heal, before sighing heavily. "Primus, Girly… 'E really hurt ya, didn' 'e?" Sire helps me into a blue nightgown with pink Autobot symbols on it. "Ya're gonna 'charge in Prime's sleeper tonigh', okay?"
"Bu…but why can' I sleep with you?"
He sighs. "Ah don' have a backsea', Sweetspark, an' ya won' be comfortable in mah fron' sea'."
"Okay…" I sigh heavily. "Wish I hadda blankie."
He smiles before opening the glove box. "Ah brough' ya ol' sparklin' blanke'. Ya Carrier didn' wanna sen' i' with ya. Ah know he didn' wanna lose ya, bu' we didn' have any other choice at the time."
I take the purple blanket from him and hug it. I wish I knew what my Carrier was like. Is he kind, or is he as bad as my human father? Will he be like Sire, all free and fun, or will he be strict with me? I don't think I'll care. At least they'd be mine.
Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straightenin' his tie
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She's sittin' playin' piano
He's sittin' payin' a bill
Betcha they're young
Betcha they're smart
Bet they collect things like ashtrays and art
Betcha they're good
Why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake was giving up me.
So maybe now it's time
And maybe when I wake
They'll be there calling me baby
Betcha he reads
Betcha she sews
Maybe she's made me a closet of clothes
Maybe they're strict
As straight as a line
I don't really care
As long as they're mine
So maybe now this prayer's
The last one of its kind
Won't you please come get your baby?
Maybe?
