Hammerhead.
Warnings: Violence, bad language, gore and possibly some sex.
"Through this doorway what's on the other side, never knowing exactly what I'll find, locked and loaded, voices screaming: let's go, come on do it, here we go!" – Hammerhead, the Offspring.
Timing: Post season 2 finale, set few weeks after Beauty of the Beast in my very own BotB Prime Timeline (due to ending of the series and because the first chapter was posted before the last season was aired).
Rating: M (alternative – if there will be any – or extended chapters will go MA and will be available on my Tumblr account, the address is available on my profile page).
Pairings: Megatron and June, Bumblebee and Miko, maybe some Shockwave and Arcee.
Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.
Spellcheck performed by Monstrous-hourglass of dA.
Turn from green to red.
You jump in front of my car when you,
You know all the time that
Ninety miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive
You tell me it's alright; you don't mind a little pain
You say you just want me to take you for a ride
You're just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic - I don't need to run over you
Crosstown traffic - All you do is slow me down
And I'm tryin' to get on the other side of town
I'm not the only soul who's accused of hit and run
Tire tracks all across your back; I can see you had your fun
But darlin' can't you see my signals turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead (...) – "Crosstown Traffic" Jimi Hendrix.
oOo
Outside of the base, at the same time.
Miko laughed as Bumblebee took a tight turn with screaming tires. If Bulkhead would see them now he would blow a gasket. June would probably have a heart attack. But no one was with them and so they could have all the fun they could think of. And both of them could think of many ways to have fun. For now they were having fun driving.
They managed to put fair distance between themselves and the base when they saw Smokescreen driving in the opposite direction, the Lotus Exige beeped at them with his horn in greeting and Bumblebee answered in the same way as they passed by. Seconds later his rear lights disappeared.
For a short moment Miko simply enjoyed the speed and beautiful weather. She loved dune bashing with her guardian, it was pure joy. But now she enjoyed speeding with Bumblebee as well. And not only speeding. Miko had to admit that not speeding with Bumblebee could be even more pleasant.
Somehow the Scout guessed where her thoughts were heading, or perhaps he was simply having the same thoughts as Miko, because suddenly her phone chimed. The girl pulled it from her pocket and opened the message she got.
[[Wanna pull over?]]
Wide grin spread on her face as she stared at the rear view mirror. "I thought you would never ask." She looked over, but as far as she could see, they were surrounded by plain desert. "Just where?"
There was a slight vibration in her hand and silent signal of the text message.
[[There is an abandoned gas station not far from here.]]
"Really? Awesome!" Miko playfully traced 'Bee's dashboard with one finger causing him to giggle in his own way.
oOo
Soundwave walked slowly toward the mess hall. It was his daily routine, every day at noon he made his way to the mess hall for his daily energon cube. Not that he ever consumed it in public, he just grabbed two cubes: one large and one small, and retreated to his quarters where he could refuel in peace and quiet, and feed Laserbeak.
As he walked, he passed by few Vehicons chattering about their shifts, an Insecticon flitted by on the ceiling avoiding usual traffic. Vehicons decided that it was cheating; Soundwave didn't care as long as they were off his way. All was in order, or in as much order as it could be in a place filled with Decepticons – the bunch of nutty individualists.
Soundwave almost reached the mess when Knockout rushed pass him muttering something about being in hurry. The Medic reached the door and opened it. What happened next could be only described as comedy. Knockout took first step into the mess hall when something was ejected into his direction. Soundwave could clearly see two rubber strings on both sides of the door. Knockout had enough time to look forward, straight into incoming doom. Then something hit him directly in his face with enough strength to send him few steps backwards and on the floor.
Soundwave approached the fallen medic and took a look. Knockout seemed fine except for being covered in some sort of white goo. There, on the floor in front of the red 'Con laid round, aluminium form or a platter of sorts. Soundwave's optics narrowed behind his visor. His olfactory sensors indicated strong organic smell. Upon closer examination he identified it as banana. Then it downed on him. Knockout was hit by an enormously large, ballistic banana cream pie! Something that Decepticons had no idea existed before they came to Earth. Someone used an old slapstick comedy trick – another thing Decepticons learned only after they arrived on the humans' home world – and ejected a cream pie at anyone who would enter the mess hall. Soundwave carefully not shuddered, it could have been him. The only thing that saved him from this humiliation was Knockout's hurry.
Soundwave was fairly sure that no one would dare to hit him with a banana cream pie, or any other cream pie for that matter, on purpose. Neither they would do this kind of prank on Knockout; it wasn't safe to anger a medic, not when one was Decepticon. This meant that the 'missile' was directed at someone else, someone who was about to enter the mess hall about this time. Soundwave recollected what he saw on his way… few Vehicons, an Insecticon on the ceiling… And that was it. The Spy instantly identified the event as yet another act in the prank war.
He reached with his tentacles and pulled the still stunned Knockout up. Then he ejected Laserbeak to collect energon cubes and deliver them to their quarters. The deployer chirped and flew into the mess hall while Soundwave spun Knockout into the general direction of infirmary and begun to tow him there while sending a message to Starscream in the same time.
oOo
Special Agent William Fowler set his foot on the concrete landing strip of a small military airfield in northern Wessex. The Agency was desperate at this point. They checked all traces that could lead them to the rebuild M.E.C.H. but their research brought no results. Silas did some fine job making his organization top secret. Now, even though he was dead, his hard work was bringing results. It was good for M.E.C.H. but terrible for Fowler.
Not being able to produce any useful results by digital search, the Agency decided to take more direct and traditional approach by sending their agents to investigate any and all possible traces connecting to known M.E.C.H. agents, namely to Silas who was the only known member of the organization. In practice agents had to visit all places where Silas was seen, lived and even units where he was stationed and talk to people who knew him or even only met him briefly.
Fowler was sent to talk with Silas' family: his ex-wife and daughter. He had to fly to Great Britain because they lived there. Fowler couldn't comprehend why an English aristocrat chose to marry an American Special Tactics Unit soldier. Though they did split, so it didn't work that well.
Then he and his British guide (or rather custodian) spent another hour or so driving to their destination, a country estate of the Westenra family. They passed some towns, few villages, a forest or two, drove down narrow roads (and to Fowler it was odd to ride on the left side of the road instead of the right).
Finally, after a quite pleasant trip they arrived. The estate was kept in neo-gothic style. A large house surrounded by garden, with glass house made of cast iron and slightly milky glass. This house was indeed old. They stopped before a heavy looking gate; it was made of some cast iron with spiky parts. This gate wasn't opened by any fancy servomotors. A lone figure jogged toward them, it was a man in livery, holding a fat bunch of keys. He opened a small side door in the stone fence and approached the car.
Agent Montgomery – Fowler's guide – opened the window and the man bent. "Welcome to the Westenra estate. Can I help you?"
"I am Agent Tomas Montgomery and this is Agent William Fowler from United States, we are expected by Lady Lucy," Montgomery said with only barely noticeable accent.
"I see," answered the gate man, as Fowler dubbed him. "Excuse me for a moment as I will open the gate for you."
Then it took about ten minutes before the man found the right key, opened the lock and moved the heavy gate out of the way. Montgomery thanked him politely and rolled the car slowly in.
They parked the car in front of the mansion and got out. The doors were made of dark wood with heavy knocker in the middle. This reminded Fowler of the Scary Movie II, only this knocker was just a ring, and he was sure it wouldn't moan.
Montgomery knocked twice and stepped back. A short moment later the doors opened and a short, pudgy butler appeared. He measured both men as if they were some pedlars.
"Agent Tomas Montgomery and Agent William Fowler," said Montgomery.
"I see," said the Butler with an unhappy face that was probably part of his job. "Milady is expecting you."
They were lead to a large room in dark wood and burgundy red drapes. The only light sources were two large windows, but since the room was set on the northern side, there wasn't much light either, not to mention that the day was cloudy making everything even darker.
The sole exception of the overwhelming gloom was the Milady. She stood by the table, bright as a single sun ray on a cloudy day. She wore a light purple dress, her blonde hair fell in soft waves on her shoulders and her bright grey eyes smiled at them. She was dainty, like a porcelain doll and Fowler wasn't sure how on Earth such a delicate creature like her could even been married to Silas, who by all means was anything but delicate.
"Gentlemen, welcome to my humble abode." She came closer and there was something elfin in her graceful gait. "Please, be seated, would you fancy some tea and light refreshment?"
"With pleasure." Montgomery sat on the comfortable looking chair. The Butler showed up almost immediately and poured steaming tea to three porcelain cups, then started to pour milk, but Fowler thanked for that. After all was done the Butler left the tray with the tea pot, sugar, milk and some tasty looking cookies on the table and dematerialized.
"My good gentlemen, what can I do for you?" Milady took a small sip of her tea.
"I'm afraid it is a rather sad subject." Montgomery politely drank some tea and put his cup back on the saucer. "We are here because of your late ex-husband."
"Ah." Milady's face turned a shade paler. "Such a tragic accident. Poor, poor Leland. We divorced but I always had some warm feelings for him, after all we had daughter."
"I am terribly sorry to touch the subject, Milady, but it is important." Montgomery did his best to be polite but firm.
"Yes, you wouldn't be here if it wasn't." Milady sighed heavily. "It's just it was such a grim accident, my daughter wouldn't even allow me to see his remains. She said that the helicopter accident left him dismembered and in a very bad state."
Fowler took a sip of his tea to hide his surprise. He was told that the family took Silas' body; military informed them that it was an accident but no details were given. Now he learns that the daughter was managing everything and that she fed her mother a story of helicopter accident? If Silas' kid told her mother that the body was in such a bad state, it could only mean that she saw the body.
"Milady, we suspect that your ex-husband could be a victim to sabotage." Montgomery leaned slightly to Milady. The woman pierced him with shocked stare. It was genuine and neither of Agents had any doubts that she was truly surprised.
"Sabotage?" she repeated with heavy accent. "How can it be? What happened? Who is responsible?"
"We were just informed about this suspicion; my colleague here arrived this morning to talk to you." Montgomery sent Fowler confidential look.
Milady concentrated her attention on Fowler, who suddenly felt nervous. The woman was as delicate as some fairy tale princess, one could suspect that she had to use anchor during more windy days, but her stare could pierce an armoured concrete wall. The effect was stunning, like being attacked by fluffy looking rabbit that suddenly grew himself some bloody fangs 1]. Then again, she was an aristocrat and European nobility (be they British or continental) descent from bunch of bloodthirsty goons that were bigger, madder and meaner than some other bloodthirsty goons that stood in their way. They had good manners and fancy Coats of Arms, but underneath of all that they were all just bunch of goons. For most of the time it was a good personality trace, but at the moment it was a bad one, at least for Fowler.
"Ahem, ma'am… We were investigating the accident due to military procedures and recently we managed to conclude that there was malfunction in one of the hydraulic systems. To cut the long story short we suspect that it was damaged on purpose and we are now checking all possible connections." Fowler repeated the fake story made up for the need of this visit. Montgomery knew about Autobots and Decepticons, every NATO member had necessary agencies informed in case something would happen on their territory.
Montgomery and Fowler knew that the only information that was in the official papers was that Silas fell victim to some sort of accident. No more details were given. They agreed to follow the 'sabotage' story, now Fowler had to continue the fake story.
"We are not sure if your ex-husband was meant as the victim, but as I said we are following each and every possible trace, just in case."
"I understand." Milady set her and in her lap making herself looking even more fragile than before.
"Ma'am, I hate to ask these questions." Fowler didn't have to pretend, he really didn't want to be there and ask, but he had to. "Did your ex-husband have had any enemies that you knew of?"
"No. I mean he wasn't best friends with everyone he met, but he had no archenemies that he ever spoke of." Milady set her eyes on the tea pot. "We didn't spoke lately; he was in United States doing his things, whatever they might be. But I never heard of anyone who would wish him dead."
"And you had no contact with him recently?"
"No. We spoke to each other only every now and then. He did contact our daughter more often though. Laura is so much like him, they always had good connection." Milady finally lifted her stare from the pot and glanced at Fowler. This time her eyes were just sad.
"Could we speak with your daughter, ma'am?" Fowler felt that this could be a good trace.
"Of course. Unfortunately, she left some weeks ago." Milady shrugged weakly.
"Milady, do you know where we could find her?" Montgomery stirred in his chair, eager to leave the Westenra house.
"She left the country; she spoke something about some business in Canada."
"Thank you Milady." Montgomery rose slowly from his chair with Fowler following him with slight more vigour. "I am afraid that we have to leave now, but we are grateful for your help."
"Oh, it is nothing." Milady rose as well. "I wish you could find out what really happened to my ex-husband. Our marriage didn't work out, too many differences between us, but in his own, cold way he always was a friend of mine."
"Will do ma'am." Fowler managed a weak smile; he just couldn't believe that she could have such good memories of Silas. It seemed that privately Colonel Leland Bishop was a decent man.
oOo
Megatron wasn't a happy mech as he set June back on the crate that she could climb down from. The visit was rather short; too short for his liking but he knew that June had her life and her duties. He would gladly approve such commitment in his soldiers, especially in Knockout who had tendency to avoid his duties whenever he had such a possibility. It was odd as said duties consisted mostly of sitting in the infirmary giving pain killers and sometime setting dislocated limbs.
"I can't fail to notice that your visit today was shorter." He said as June was heading to the 'doors'.
"Yes. That's because today my shift starts earlier." The woman stopped and turned back. "But thanks to this, tomorrow I have the entire day free."
Megatron's optic brows lifted. "Does it mean that you will spend more time here?"
June wanted to confirm but then decided against it, she still wasn't sure of why Megatron was acting like that and what that caress that he gave her meant. She didn't want to make any false assumptions, but on the other side something deep inside her told her to stop being so over cautious and she suddenly felt a little bit cheeky. So instead of just said 'yes' she gave Megatron slightly naughty smile and said nothing as she left.
Megatron watched as the Nurse walked away with that smile and felt his jaw drop. Moments before he was rather blissful, he couldn't say just what exactly made him feel like that when the tiny human woman was with him, but he just felt at ease when she was close. She seemed rather meek to him, and now she was teasing him with a smile. Then he recalled just how angry she was upon learning of him abducting her son and the other two children. Megatron felt himself smiling.
oOo
Jack sighed with relief as his mother said her goodbyes to everyone and drove away. Suddenly he felt better knowing that she was away from Megatron. He was already told that she was safe with the Warlord, but that didn't help as he felt that there was something going on in Megatron's mind that he knew he wouldn't approve. It was just a weird feeling that Megatron would try something.
The young man couldn't put finger on it and was starting to consider if perhaps he should talk to Optimus when suddenly the comm. link chimed and Ratchet answered the call.
"Smokescreen?" It was Bulkhead, and he sounded rather angry.
"No, it's Ratchet."
"I need a groundbridge to my coordinates, like now." The green ATV growled and there were sounds of struggle, but no shooting or curses.
"You're in clear? What is happening?" The Medic inquired, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But someone else won't be when I'm finished with him!"
That comment caught everyone's attention. There were few astonished glances directed at the console, but no one dared to say a word. Ratchet opened the vortex and after few seconds the large form of Bulkhead appeared, he was dragging something.
Then two things happened at the same time: Wheeljack drove in and transformed and Bulkhead stepped down from the wormhole dragging Bumblebee loudly beeping in protest with one hand and holding Miko in the other.
Wheeljack was about to say something when he saw the scene, which caused him to just shut his mouth loudly clicking with his denta. All eyes and optics were focused on the scene.
Behind the care wall Megatron noticed that suddenly all became quiet. That was interesting, he decided to try and listen on.
Ratchet was first to regain his speech. "Bulkhead, I don't know what happened, and I do not care, but I suggest you release Bumblebee's doorwing before you damage it."
"Oh, I will rip both his doorwings!" Bulkhead wasn't shouting, just growling with menace.
"Bulkhead, you will not rip anything from anyone." Optimus decided to step it before things could turn violent, or more violent that they were now. "Set Bumblebee free, put Miko down and tell us what happened."
Bulkhead looked and felt furious, but he wasn't about to disobey Optimus Prime. If anything else, Prime was large and strong enough to disarm him and force his orders; also Bulkhead had too much respect for his leader.
With unhappy huff he set Miko on the console behind which Ratchet was standing. Everyone looked at the girl who looked as if she was about to boil. But not with anger. She looked irritated but most of all she looked almost naked. She was bare footed, her pantyhose hanging limply from one of her combat boots that he held in her left hand, while she was pressing her shirts to her chest with the right. She was only wearing her shorts.
Then everyone looked at Bumblebee who beeped with relief as Bulkhead let go of his doorwing. The young mech moved his appendage slightly and beeped angrily at the ex-wrecker.
"Now Bulkhead." Optimus was strangely calm. "Why won't you tell us what made you so angry?"
"Can't you see?" Bulkhead seemed shocked that the question was even asked.
"To be frank, no we don't." This time it was Smokescreen who just looked spooked after the display he just witnessed.
"Yeah, Bulk. Calm down, mech." Wheeljack allowed himself to relax a bit. He had doorwing as well and he knew just how sensitive they are, so the way Bulkhead handled Bumblebee made him a bit uneasy. "Tell us what happened."
"I caught them!" Bulkhead shouted, now that he wasn't about to murder anyone anymore his anger released his voice coder. "Look at Miko!"
"Yes, we saw her. What's the problem? She's not hurt." Ratchet eyed Miko once more, but aside from being red on her face the young human seemed in good form.
"She! He! HE! They were… HE!" For a moment Bulkhead looked like he was about to coming murder. "He was… He was… and she was… with bare skin! And she was… was… his spike!" 2]
Ratchet gave Bulkhead odd glance and then set her on the floor behind his console so she could get dressed but said nothing.
"Are you telling us, that you caught Miko and Bumblebee in intimate situation?" Optimus' even tone made it sound weird, strangely parental.
That was the moment when Bumblebee stepped in. [[And what's wrong with that?]] He chirped defiantly. [[She is my femme!]]
Everyone looked at Bumblebee, then at Bulkhead who suddenly stood right behind the scout. "No, she's my Charge! You're not allowed to do… THAT with her! You don't know if you won't harm her! You can hurt her!"
"Calm yourself Bulkhead." Ratchet wasn't impressed by the display. "Despite what you may think, neither Bumblebee nor Miko are that irresponsible." That caused Bulkhead to shoot the old Medic an angry look. "They came to me and Nurse Darby some time ago and asked about certain… activities."
"What?" Bulkhead stepped back. That took him by surprise. "You knew?"
"Actually, we all did." It was Jack who remained silent until now.
"Yeah, we did." Smokescreen gave the green ex-Wrecker an apologizing smile.
Bulkhead's optics grew large; he looked around, the feeling of betrayal evident on his face. He gave Raf a look, but the boy only smiled weakly.
"Wha? WHY?"
The meaning was clear and suddenly everyone felt guilty of causing their comrade distress.
"Look, we didn't want you to be nervous." Jack tried to speak with calm voice. "You seemed stressed about them dating in the first place, so them taking a step further… we thought it would be too much for you."
"How could you?" Now Bulkhead didn't look like gigantic killing machine. Suddenly he seemed hurt and lost.
"Bulkhead?" Miko stepped from behind the console, now fully dressed; only her combat boots weren't laced up. "We wanted to tell you when you would get over us dating." She blushed again. "You were just so nervous, we didn't want to cause you any more stress."
"How long?"
"Bulk… three weeks… We really thought about this and talked a lot too, before we talked to Ratchet and Ms D." Miko came closer to Bulkhead. "We just decided we wanted to try." She stepped next to Bulkhead pede and patted it gently. "You don't have to be mad or nervous. Everything is fine."
"But, you're too young!" Bulkhead decided to keep persisting on being strongly against.
"Bulk, I'm 16 already for some time. We're in Nevada, I'm old enough here, and I am old enough back home too." 3]
"Hey Bulk, relax!" Wheeljack cut in. "This is Miko, she's a Wrecker chick! You and I both know that no Wrecker ever lived in celibacy!"
Bulkhead eyed focused on the other ex-Wrecker, took a gentle step over Miko and then blew a left hook at Wheeljack, whose head only jumped back and then the mech fell on the floor. The blow wasn't as strong as it looked like and Wheeljack's jaw wasn't made of glass so the mech juts groaned and sat on the floor rubbing his face.
"You know, Bulk, you're getting soft lately. As I recall, the last time we were on one team, after a punch from you I wouldn't be able to get up on my own."
"Just remember to keep your no-celibacy away from my Charge!"
"Bulk… ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Wheeljack started to laugh hysterically. "Buddy! This would be worse than incest! She's a Wrecker!" Wheeljack climbed slowly to his pedes while his shoulders shook. "Have you ever heard of two Wreckers getting on with each other?" 4]
Bulkhead pulled a disgusted face. "Don't give me mental images."
"If you have any mental images of any of our Wrecking buddies getting busy with each other, then you need professional help." Wheeljack flashed grin and then winked at Miko.
"I still don't like the idea of him and Miko like that!" Bulkhead sent a piercing glance at Bumblebee who responded with a defiant stance and doorwings flat on his back to look larger.
[[She's my femme!]] The scout beeped possessively.
"Bulkhead, we all understand your concern about Miko." Optimus spoke, cutting another argument before it started. "But you can't hold her in golden cage. Sooner or later she would find herself a partner and no matter whom would it be you would have problems accepting him." Optimus gave Bulkhead a moment to digest his words. "You know Bumblebee well enough to know that he would never hurt Miko. I know Bumblebee since he was but a sparkling and believe me, he's responsible young mech. In this situation the best you and Bumblebee can do is to accept it and get along."
Bumblebee blipped ashamed about his anger and Bulkhead only looked away.
Behind his crate wall Megatron pulled a stunned face. So, the pesky little scout and Bulkhead's human pet were more than close. And everyone (save Bulkhead) was more than fine with that? Aside from tactical value of this information it also meant that such relations were acceptable among Autobots. More so, June knew about it and didn't oppose, or at least no one mentioned it, which increased his chances of being accepted. Good news – Megatron thought.
"Phew!" Miko sighed and sat at the stair that led to the catwalk. "This was a close one."
Her relieved tone caught attention of both Bumblebee and Bulkhead. They both took a step closer but stopped in their tracks to give the other one watchful optic. This didn't go unnoticed by Miko, nor by everybody else.
"Ok you two! Enough is enough!" She decided to state her opinion. "I'm glad that it's not official and that Bulkhead knows. I'm relieved that we have this behind us and in controlled conditions so we didn't have any wounded. But I want you two to finally cut the hostilities."
"Give them time, Miko." Ratchet called from behind his console. "It won't work instantly. Think of it as a Sire versus boyfriend situation."
The atmosphere in the hangar felt lighter, but Bulkhead couldn't stop the sinking feeling that Miko wasn't his little Charge anymore.
oOo
Fowler sat in Montgomery's office and thought he would explode. British intelligence was gathering information but it had to take a while since Schengen Treaty opened all borders within European Union. They already learned that Laura Westenra-Bishop wasn't anywhere in the United Kingdom, but after a quick call to Canada they learned that she never got there. Now they were checking in the European Union. They had data bases but that was a lot of data to process and they still could miss something.
Fowler was at loss about the European Union and didn't know how to treat such a thing. Great Britain kept their policy of Splendid Isolation but even they were part of the EU. It was just odd for Fowler. They were separate countries that were united in a way, but still separated. He could get the idea of federation and USA was one. But here, there were federations, like Germany, that were part of this 'structure'. They had no inner borders but they had separate languages, tax systems, voting dates, there were kingdoms in here along with republics. A strange conglomerate of variety of states that didn't seem to be able to co-exist and yet they did. It only made his work harder.
"It seems that she left Europe illegally." Montgomery entered his office silently. "But we won't know until we'll have all the data. She could use some remote location to depart. She also could go by ship."
"I completely forgot about that!" Fowler jumped like he was pricked by a needle. "It seems so natural to just fly."
"Not for us. We are islanders after all." Montgomery laughed. "Our chaps need more time, come, let's eat a lunch."
Fowler shrugged, he had no better things to do and he was starting getting hungry anyway.
TBC
1] Monty Phyton and the Holy Grail. If you don't know of what I am talking about – watch the movie. If you know what I am talking about, watch the movie anyway.
2] Bare skin… how to explain it… "(…) For Cybertronians seeing even a fragment of other's protoform that wasn't normally visible was very… intimate, with exception of medical procedures that is. Those parts that were usually covered in additional (as in self-added and easily removed) armour weren't showed in public displays. Humans had their own term for that – nudity.
The only exception was helmets and facemasks. Helmets – for those who could remove them – were like hats for humans. Facemasks were just additional gear and served protection not decoration (with additional exception in form of Soundwave and his ever present visor). (…) – this is part of an alternative chapter to my Beauty of the Beast; you can find the entire alternative chapter here (after removing spaces):
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Also this chapter describe more or less the type of activity that Miko and Bumblebee were engaged in (but I won't describe their love scenes since Miko is under 18).
And the main story (Beauty of the Beast) on my profile/in my gallery (look into folders).
3] Age of consent in Nevada is 16. Age of consent is 13 in Japan with prefectures having ordinances prohibiting sex with anyone under 18, but the penal code states it as 13 (I may not have the newest info on that though).
4] I see Wreckers as a type of fraternity, they went through a lot together and thus they are very close pack (those still alive that is). They probably have strict rules about certain behaviour (never date your friend's family member, don't seduce your buddy's mate and so on), and according to Whirl they also have The Veto – every Wrecker can get rid of any other Wrecker at any time (the veto-ed Wrecker is kicked out of the unit).
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To Lola: DON'T YELL AT ME! Yes, I will finish this story, I pride myself in always finishing my stories, you will find no unfinished story by me. Though, I won't be finishing this story any time soon, we are currently in the middle of the planned plot (no, I don't make my stories as I go, every story that I make is planned and has its end even before I post the very first chapter).