AN: And we just keep adding on characters!
writergurl616: The Dinobots are just pure awesome. The end.
The Result of Squffie: If you've noticed, in TFA, all the mechs seem to have a liking for how Blackarachnia looks. Personally, if Grimlock had said her whole name I think I would have been surprised. Spider Lady fits more coming from Grimmy
Bookworm Gal: Yup, Dinobots and making up in one chapter!
Autobot Firekat: Glad you like it!
Fk306 Animelover: They're gonna have to make some Dinobot sized cards if they want to really be able to play Go Fish
"Not that I'm not thrilled that you're here, but why are you… here?" Barricade drawled, glaring down at Sam. The teenager was currently sitting on the Decepticon's leg, making himself comfortable.
Sam grinned back up at the 'con. "For a walking super computer you sure have bad memory files. Optimus asked me to stay here to help with the Dinobots, and Bee followed Miles back to Tranquility to keep an eye on him. Make sure he didn't try to skip school to come back."
"Har. Har. Har." Barricade flicked Sam lightly, causing the teen to slide off his leg and fall on his back.
The Dinobots, as it would turn out, proved that they would really only listen to Sam and Miles. Wheeljack had tried and failed to get his creations to calm down several times, and it had only taken Miles or Sam to say one word and they behaved. Ratchet theorized that the Dinobots saw the two as creator figures, even if they knew that the two couldn't possibly have had a hand in creating them. The Dinobots didn't seem to have a very high thinking capacity, and latched on to what they first saw besides each other. This just happened to be the two teenagers, Sam having tripped over the wire that Wheeljack kept plugged in to keep the Dinobots in recharge.
Optimus had decided that Sam could stay to help out, but that Miles had to go back. He said that the teen had already missed enough school because of them, and while it might put a bit more stress on Sam he seemed like he didn't need the help. Miles, naturally, had fought at first, but had given up when Prowl had just picked him up and handed him to Bumblebee, instructing the scout to make sure Miles went to school.
Currently the Dinobots were running amuck in the med-bay as Ratchet tried to scan them and make sure they were alright. Bumblebee had yet to return, but had informed them that he had personally watched Miles enter school after exiting 'Sasha'. Miles was thankful that the two had thought to pack clothes for the next day just in case, and had quickly changed in his car at a red light.
Sam got up off the ground, opting to sit on it and lean against Barricade's leg so the 'con couldn't flick him off again. "It's not that I'm not happy you two are back together, really, I'm thrilled." He paused, then hastily added, "And I didn't mean it to sound the way it did. But fragging Optimus won that bet!"
"I still don't know how Miles doesn't know about the betting pool whenever we fight." Barricade shifted his leg, watching as the teen fell back onto his back again.
Sam huffed, "Stop moving! And I know. He's in over half of them. I'm pretty sure I know almost all of them, too."
"I know of two that you don't." Barricade said, and Sam glanced up at him, hearing the smirk in his voice. "One is when you and Mikaela will finally break up, and the other is when you and Bee will jump each other and realize your spark mates, or some nonsense. The insect himself knows about both of those."
"Both of them concern my love life, that's great!" Sam retorted sarcastically. "Ain't you Cybertronians ever heard of privacy?" He looked down when he could feel his pocket vibrating.
"No." The 'con stated, watching as Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"It's from Miles. I should so tell Optimus on him!" Sam thumbed through his phone, opening the text message. He read it once, then had to go back and read it again. "Oh frag! Trent has an Autobot!"
Barricade raised an optic ridge. "Trent DeMarco? He gave Miles a black eye. How does he have an Autobot?"
Sam shrugged, "Hell if I know. That's all that Miles said. 'Burger for brains has an Autobot.' Not how, but I bet Trent will be so pissed when he learns his truck got switched out for a living being!"
Miles felt that the morning had started off badly. He simply hadn't wanted to go to school after finding the Dinobots, and then had practically been forced to. Freedom is the right of all beings? Yeah right, Optimus had left Miles no choice in the matter. While he knew in the long run the leader was just watching out for him, it didn't make Miles any happier about it.
Even worse was that his first class of the day started out with his long time bully, Trent DeMarco. He had entered in to class and sat down in his seat, passing Trent's desk on his way. Trent's desk was directly in front of his own for that class. The jock had already arrived, early for once, and had a stereo cassette player on his desk. Miles had almost snorted as he sat down, it just didn't seem to go with Trent for some reason. He thought it looked a little odd, and couldn't figure out why until he let his eyes drift to the stereo again as class started.
He realized with a start that it had the Autobot insignia on it. His mouth almost fell open with surprise, as he looked from the jock back to the stereo, and from the stereo back to the jock. On top of the Autobot insignia it did look a little bigger than normal stereos, but it also looked slightly old. Did he even know that his stereo was alive? He figured that he probably didn't, that the Autobot might be trying to lay low after following Optimus' message to earth and not being able to find the others just yet. It had to be small if it could fold into the stereo.
He got out his phone and texted Sam when the teacher wasn't looking, trying to think of a way to corner the jock. He thought about trying to steal the stereo, but he wasn't sure how good of an idea that would be, or if he could even manage it. With his luck Trent would catch him and beat him to a pulp!
He sat through class thinking, not paying any attention to what the teacher was saying. Thankfully he wasn't called on, and by the time he got an idea the bell was almost. He got out a piece of paper and scribbled on it, folded it up, and tossed it on to the jock's desk. He watched as Trent unfolded it, read it, then turned around to sneer at Miles.
Miles wasn't sure if that could be taken as a yes or not, but he sincerely hoped so. He had told the jock to meet him at the lake during lunch so no one could see them talking, students allowed to leave to pick up lunch or go home for a few minutes. He had wrote that Mikaela had wanted Miles to tell Trent something.
When lunch time came he quickly ran out to Sasha, and got inside of her. He started her up, then drove her out of the parking lot, hoping that Bumblebee hadn't stayed behind to make sure he had stayed in school. He drove to the lake quickly, parking beside the tree where he had climbed up into it so long ago when Sam had first gotten Bumblebee, and Trent was still dating Mikaela. He was surprised to see that Trent was already there, the Autobot disguised as a stereo sitting on the hood of his car as he played with the dials.
Miles walked over to Trent, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat. "Nice stereo."
Trent sneered, barely glancing at Miles. "It's a piece of shit. Never works right. My cheap ass mom got it at some old fuckers yard sale."
"I could try to fix it for you. I'm pretty good with machines." Miles offered, slightly hopeful.
"You want it?" Trent asked, glaring at Miles. "It's better off at the bottom of this fucking lake." He walked closer towards the lake.
"No! Don't do that!" Miles grabbed Trent's arm that held the stereo as it swung back, getting ready to toss it into the lake.
"Get off me, geek!" Trent growled, shoving Miles off of his arm and on to the ground. He tossed the stereo, but it came up short, and Trent went to kick it.
Just as his foot was about to connect the Autobot transformed, towering over Trent and shoving a cannon in his face. Trent screamed, and Miles would have laughed at how girly it sounded if he didn't think the jock was about to die. He scrambled up quickly, running and putting himself between the cannon and Trent, the jock having fallen backwards on to the ground in shock and horror.
"Wait, wait!" Miles cried, waving his hands at the Autobot. "He didn't mean it, he didn't know that you're alive!" He watched as the Autobot seemed to hesitate. "Optimus Prime has forbidden hurting the creatures of this planet unless it is absolutely necessary, and under these circumstances it wouldn't be absolutely necessary."
At that the Autobot powered down his cannon, and let it transform back into a hand. He looked down at Miles, "You know Optimus Prime?"
"Miles Lancaster, the Charge of Second in Command, Prowl, friend of the Autobots who originally came to Earth, Decepticon Neutral Barricade, and the Autobots who have arrived after the original five." Miles said, waving at the mech with a friendly grin on his face.
"I am Communications Officer Blaster. I had been in a fight before arriving on Earth, and lost my ability to communicate with my fellow Autobots, or even give out a signal. I was able to learn English, but after that I lost connection with the satellites." Blaster informed, then looked at Trent. "He is your friend?"
Miles snorted, "Hardly. Trent DeMarco, typical all American jock. He did not know anything of the Cybertronians until you revealed yourself to him. I only tried to talk to him to get to you. Though I don't personally like him, Optimus did say no killing so we should listen. We'll have to take him to the NEST base with us, however."
Trent seemed to snap out of his shock when he heard his name, and scrambled up on his own two feet, looking between Miles and Blaster. "ARE YOU CRAZY? THAT'S A GIANT FUCKING ROBOT YOU FREAK! I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU TWO! THAT THING TRIED TO KILL ME! I'M CALLING THE COPS!"
"Trent, Trent, Trent." Miles all but cooed at the jock, finding some small amount of pleasure in how things were turning out. "I don't think you understand. Blaster here is a giant alien robot from outer space, with a cannon, and good aim. Now, give me your phone."
Trent refused up until Blaster changed his arm back into the cannon, not even having to power it on before Trent had it out of his pocket and until Miles hand.
Miles smiled, "Thank you. I'll be confiscating it until you have been informed of the situation more fully. Now, get in my car."
"Bu-" Trent tried to protest, but Miles gave him a forceful shove towards his car.
"Back seat, no buts. If you act up any I have a set of hand cuffs in the glove box that I will not be afraid to use." He left out that he didn't have the key, and that he had stolen them from the twins. That was on a need to know basis, and Trent just didn't need to know.
Blaster folded down into the stereo again, Miles watching in amazement the entire time. He had know idea how Blaster could get that small, but he shrugged it off and picked the Autobot up, placing him in the passenger seat. He climbed in the driver's seat and started Sasha up, making sure to lock the doors.
He drove away from the lake, leaving Trent's car behind as he headed towards the NEST base. He was surprised by how quiet the jock was being, and glanced in the rearview mirror, noticing how pale Trent looked.
"Oh, slag." He cursed softly. "Look, Trent, nothing will happen to you. I promise. Blaster felt threatened because you were attempting to hurt him, and he reacted to that. He's new here."
"And just why should I believe that?" Trent asked, and Miles could practically feel the glare that the jock was giving him.
Miles sighed, "Look, I don't want you here as much as you don't want to be here. Remember everything on the news about Mission City? Complete cover up. It turns out that there's life out there, and on a planet a lot older than ours, called Cybertron, a war was going on between two factions. These factions are the Autobots and the Decepticons. The Decepticons, led by Megatron, wanted to use the Allspark cube to take control of the universe and use whatever they came across. They're the bad guys, well, most of them. The Autobots, which Blaster here is apart of, and I am too, technically, wanted to stop the Decepticons. They sent the Allspark cube off into space as a last ditch effort, and lo and behold it landed on Earth." He paused, waiting for Trent to say something.
"So they… came here?" Trent asked cautiously, knowing that Miles was waiting for him to say something.
"Got it in one!" Miles said cheerfully. "The Decepticon leader, Megatron, followed the cube all the way here and ended up frozen in the Artic. Sam's grandfather, Archibald Witwicky, ended up finding Megatron, and well one thing led to another and somehow he got the coordinates of the cube's location imprinted on the glasses. Hoover Dam? It held the cube, and Megatron's body. Everyone thought Megatron was dead, but nope. Anyway, when the other Decepticons got here in search of both Megatron and the cube, they found Sam's eBay page, and tracked him through that. Luckily, Sam had just bought that camaro, which turned out to be the Autobot Bumblebee."
Trent snorted, "You mean that piece of shit came from outer space?"
Miles scowled in the rearview mirror at Trent. "His name is Bumblebee, and while he may have appeared out dated at the time he helped to save your sorry ass, as well as this entire planet. He also scanned a more up to date alt mode, so it's still Bumblebee that's with Sam." He continued the explanation, mentioning Sector Seven and what really happened in Mission City. How Sam had been the one to kill Megatron, destroy the cube, and save their planet in one fell swoop.
"Wait, is that why you and Witwacky weren't so buddy buddy early this year?" Trent demanded once Miles had finished.
"You could say that." Miles replied, glancing at Blaster. The Autobot hadn't said a single word yet. "It was confidential information, and he was afraid he might put me in danger if I knew. But I ended up finding a damaged Decepticon without knowing it, and started to fix it up, planning to sell it so I could get my own car. You remember how your truck got towed? That was Barricade."
Trent growled, "What?"
"He didn't like that you gave me a black eye." Miles smirked into the rearview mirror. "Personally, I was pleasantly surprised that he didn't decide to do worse given that he has access to the police station and could have made you out to be a drug dealer or worse."
Blaster spoke up, surprising them both. "You said he is a neutral now?"
"Yeah. He was laying low for awhile but I accidentally ruined that. Then when I stole Sam's phone after sleeping over to read the messages it turns out that you Autobots are extremely smart and lied to Sam in case the 'con might hack his company, or some nonsense. So when I warned Barricade I was completely wrong, and Ironhide came on to the scene. So, uh, if you hear anything about me taking Hide down with a bouquet of roses, could you not laugh? I like being alive." Miles replied.
Trent snorted, and Blaster made a confused sound. Miles sighed, explaining what he meant further. Trent was mostly quiet except for a few questions, and Blaster told a bit about what happened to him the last hour to the base. As they pulled on to the hidden road that would lead to NEST Miles suddenly remembered something.
"Oh! Not all the 'bots at base are Cybertronians." Miles said, directing it more towards Blaster then towards Trent.
"What do you mean?" Blaster asked, sounding confused.
Miles was about to reply until he glanced at Trent in the rearview mirror again. He grinned, "You'll see."
He pulled into the NEST base, waving at Fig as he did so. He stopped outside of the Autobot's main building, letting Trent get out, and taking Blaster out. Both of them watched as the mech transformed, Trent paying attention for the first time, and Miles still amazed by the process. All three of them turned around when they heard a yell.
"ME GRIMLOCK MISS MILES!" Grimlock yelled as he came racing towards them. It looked like Sam had attempted to give him a bath, he had water dripping off of him and pink bubbles on his tail. Miles smirked when Trent gave out a terrified high pitched scream from beside him, and stepped forward. Grimlock stopped just in time, and Miles let himself be picked up and squeezed.
"Hey Grimmy, I missed you too!" Miles said affectionately, hugging Grimlock's face. "Did you behave for Sam?"
"Me Grimlock no like bath!" Grimlock said, defending himself before Miles even knew he was in trouble. Miles grinned, and Grimlock looked as pouty as a Tyrannosaurus Rex robot could. "Who they?"
Miles gestured at the two behind him, "That's Blaster, another Autobot. This is Trent DeMarco. Trent, say hi to Grimmy before you hurt his feelings."
"H-hi!" The jock sputtered, backing away slightly when Grimlock peered down at him.
"GRIMLOCK!" They heard Sam yell, looking as the teen came running towards them. He was soaking yet, and as he came to a stop he scowled up at the Dinobot before noticing Trent and Blaster. "Oh, you must be the new comer! I'm Sam Witwicky." A glance at Trent, before a small nod of acknowledgement.
"Hello Sam Witwicky, I am Bla-" He was interrupted by Barricade and Bumblebee running up in their bipedal forms. They ignored Trent as he gawked up at him, and Miles looked at the two once before laughing. Several areas on the two were covered with pink bubbles. Mostly their hands and their feet.
"Wow Barry, those are some nice bubbles. Really suit you." Miles said in between laughs.
Barricade snarled, "Oh look, here's a conveniently placed rag for me to use to wipe these pesky bubbles off." He picked Miles up, using him to do just that even if it became quickly ineffective. He ignored Miles protests, and Sam and Bumblebee's laughter. Once he was done he set Miles down, glaring down at Trent. "I know you. You're that stupid brat who gave Miles a black eye."
Trent gulped, "And I'm really, really, sorry about that!"
"Alright, enough scaring burger for brains." Miles smirked even while saying this. "Everyone, this is Blaster. Blaster, you should know the Cybertronians at least. Sam introduced himself, and obviously this is Grimlock."
"I love how even after Optimus has Bee cart you off to school you manage to get out of it somehow." Sam said, laughing as he helped wipe the bubbles off Bee.
Miles huffed, "It was for a good cause! I practically saved Trent's life. The idiot was about to kick Blaster, after trying to toss him in a lake. Blaster wouldn't have known any better."
Trent growled, taking a step towards Miles. He quickly backed down when Barricade glared at him, and Grimlock bared his teeth menacingly.
"Kind of wish you would have brought Mikaela. It's not like we get along with Trent." Sam commented after watching the whole scene.
Miles nodded, "Wishing that myself right about now. Buuut it's too late. Who do we take him to?"
"Epps." Bumblebee supplied, and those that new him could hear the slight mischievous tone of his voice. Sam and Miles grinned, Epps would have a field day with Trent.
They didn't see or hear anything from Trent and Epps for five hours. Bumblebee had known that given Trent's circumstances, these mainly being how he treated Sam and Miles, that Epps would be most appropriate to deal with him. There's something to be said about a man who can talk in such a way that even Annabelle Lennox would seem frightening. They then took Blaster to Ratchet, ignoring the mech's protests of needing to go to Optimus Prime first. Obviously he had never been around Ratchet that much, and had not yet had the fear of the wrench put in him. They, however, all had been, and knew that Ratchet would get angry if they took a messed up mech to anywhere but him right off. So they left Blaster in the Medic's clutches.
"So, what exactly were you guys hoping to achieve? The dinosaur version of a car wash?" Miles asked as they neared the wash rack, seeing more bubbles then he ever thought possible.
Sam huffed, "The twins messed with the stuff I was going to use. By the time I noticed I was practically in a sea of bubbles and had to call for 'Cade and Bee to come get me out. We then tried to wash Grimlock."
"Which went wonderfully, by the way. He loved it." Bumblebee laughed. "But I think 'Cade loved those pink bubbles even more."
Barricade snorted, glaring at Bumblebee. "I'd love a weapon even more, insect."
As they bantered back and forth playfully, Sam and Miles were doing rock, paper, scissors. Eventually one of the two mechs noticed, inquiring as to why they were doing it.
"Over who has to tell Mikaela that Trent now knows about the Cybertronians." Sam replied cheerfully as he beat Miles.
"Slaggit!" Miles exclaimed. "She's your girlfriend, you aft!"