AN: I have only watched the movies, this is strictly MOVIEverse when it deals with the humans. The movies never say anything about Miles' and Trent's family life. Miles doesn't change anything, it still makes him to the normal, crazy, but mentally stable guy we all love. Trent's, however, could explain why he feels the need to be a Jock. And I just felt like having it this way. My mind box is the hat and I pull shit out of it. So there.
Bookworm Gal: Haha, sorry for the mental trauma! It needed to be done.
writergurl616: OMP, The Hangover! Except who would be the crazy oriental dude?
Fk306 animelover: Glad you like it. :)
LionLover190: Glad to entertain!
The Result of Squffie: Well, from what I can get of it, it's because Optimus refused to go back for Elita One's body. There should have probably been at least some sort of remains to find, but they never went back. Sentinel hated Optimus for it, I guess. I really wish they'd put out another season of TFA! So much needs explained.
TransformerJunkie: Glad you to please! ;D
So a bit more serious to balance out the full out humor I did last chapter. And advancing the relationships. Well, a little, anyway.
Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, walked in to the meeting room and had to fight the urge to walk right back out. He knew it would be loud, since he could hear them all the way down the hall, but on his list of things he wanted to do today having this meeting wasn't one of them. He took his seat at the head of the table. The head of the large, Cybertronian sized table.
To his left was Barricade, who appeared to be arguing with Miles. After listening in for a moment he put his face mask down to hide his smile. Miles was attempting to get Barricade to step on his non-sentient car, dubbed Sasha, after a party the night before that left the car's backseat defiled. To his right was Ratchet. Ratchet was talking to Prowl, and berating him for not getting enough recharge. Prowl had Maggie, and both were steadily ignoring Ratchet. Bumblebee was sitting next to Barricade. He had Sam with him, and the poor boy still look embarrassed. Miles had sent everyone a video of him lap dancing as payback for Sam's parents being the ones to defile Sasha's back seat. Blaster, who had Glen, was sitting next to Jazz, who had Epps. The four appeared to be in a heated debate about music. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were sitting side by side, and Sunstreaker was talking to Fig in Spanish. Besides that there was also Trailbreaker, Wheeljack, Blurr, First Aid, Ironhide, and Inferno. Will, of course, was with Ironhide, discussing which weapon would be better in what situation. They also had Trent with them.
He made a sound akin to a human cough, using it to get everyone's attention. Once all eyes and optics were turned towards him he felt it safe to begin. "I have called everyone to this meeting because it has been brought to my attention that we still do not have a decent understanding of the human race." A pause as he turned his optics to Ratchet. "Ratchet, if you would."
"This is only the first meeting in a series of meetings. Today we will be discussing family. Prowl, you can go." Ratchet nodded in Prowl's direction.
"Yes, well, as most of you know the Allspark was the source of where are sparks came from. The Creators would personally make their Sparkling's body themselves before receiving the spark. There are some cases in which one of the sparks can make sparks themselves when paired with another, and these sparks we deem as Femmes, and put them in slightly different bodies. Only a few femmes can actually do this, and a spark made by a femme, even if a femme, can not make another spark. There is a huge difference in the femme to mech ratio, which is why our concepts of gender, and gender based relationships, are different. It is more normal for a mech to be with another mech than a mech to be with a femme on Cyberton. Just because two creators might raise more than one spark does not make the sparklings siblings. They are not related. The closest things to siblings we have is the twins, and that is one spark split in two. …Epps, how could you possibly have a question?" Prowl asked, sounding exasperated as he looked. The army Sergeant had raised his hand.
"Birds and the bees." Epps grinned. "NOT IT!"
"NOT IT!" Miles, Sam, Mikaela, Glen, Will, Fig, and even Trent chimed in seconds after. They all turned to look at Maggie.
"W-what!" Maggie sputtered. "That is ju- That's just not fair! I don't want to give them The Talk!"
"Wha's wrong with talkin' to us, Mags?" Jazz asked, the only Cybertronian willing to voice their confusion, though it was obvious the rest were confused too. Only Bumblebee knew the mysterious rules of the 'Not It', and even he didn't know why it was being used.
"No, Jazzy baby, The Talk. Two capital T's." Epps explained as it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Also, The Three A's. NOT IT!"
Maggie yelled not it almost directly afterwards, with Will, Glen, Fig, Trent, and Mikaela following right after. Sam and Miles looked confused. They had been washing off when the other five humans had been discussing the meeting, and didn't know the battle plans.
"What's The Three A's?" Miles asked.
"Abortion, abandonment, and abu-" Epps was saying, when Sam cut him off with a loud 'not it!'.
Miles cursed, "Slag! Maggie, I'll trade you The Three A's for The Talk."
"Oh no," Maggie said. "I'm suddenly very happy with The Talk."
Prowl made a coughing sound to draw their attention. "We do know how humans reproduce."
"I'm home free then. Looks like its up to you, Miles." Maggie smirked.
Miles glowered, "Ugh, fine, leave the teenager to do the adult's work. Who here, besides me, doesn't just have biological parents or parent raising them?"
"Me." Trent replied. Maggie, Sam, Mikaela, Fig, Will, Glen, and Epps saying nothing.
"Okay, step-parent or what?" Miles asked.
Trent just grunted in confirmation, causing Miles to roll his eyes. He carefully climbed down from his spot on Barricade's shoulder, and stood in the 'con's hand. He grinned.
"Okay, class, we will begin with parents, or as you Cybertronians would call them, Creators. There is more than one type of Creator for a human, so we will start of with biological. Now, can anyone tell me what a biological creator is?" Miles seemed completely ready and willing to act as if he was teaching a class, waiting until a Cybertronian raised their hand.
Ratchet did so, and Miles called on him with a grin. "A biological creator is one who actually is related to the sparkling, or child in this case. If it is the mother they provided the egg and half of the DNA, and if it is the father they provided the sperm and other half of the DNA."
"Correct! N-" Miles was saying cheerfully, Sam cutting him off to fill in a sentence for him.
"Ow if only I had some gold stars to give out, right, buddy?" Sam grinned.
"Silence from the Witwackys, or I will create a time out section." Miles huffed. "Now, the first thing we will go over is adoption. This means, for some reason, a sparklings biological creators are either no longer with it, are not deemed fit, or can not care for them, and they are placed in facilities designed to house kids who are waiting to be adopted. Adopting a sparkling means you legally become the sparklings creators, and the biological creators no longer have any real say to it. Any questions?"
There was no answer, leading Miles to believe that there was no questions.
Miles couldn't stop the smirk from coming on to his face. "Okay, now here's a real life example. My biological femme creator died, causing my biological femme creator's creators to adopt me, which means they are my legal creators. That makes my biological femme creator my legal sister. Got that?"
"How the frag does that work out?" Ironhide growled. "What happened to your biological father?"
"I was a woops baby. He disappeared." Miles explained, forgetting they wouldn't understand his terminology.
"He wha'? Tha's awful, mah man. We should look for 'im!" Jazz said, and Bumblebee nodded in agreement.
All of the humans suddenly looked varying degrees of awkward, glancing at each other and then back to the Cybertronians. Miles attempted to regain their attention, but they just continued in their plans.
"GUYS!" Sam yelled, gaining their attention quickly. "No."
Miles rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, class, this brings us to our first two a's. Abortion. When I said I was a woops baby I meant I wasn't planned. My biological creators had sex without ever meaning for me to come up. My mech creator was pressing my femme creator for abortion. Abortion is… well it kills the sparkling while its still in the womb. The sparkling never gets the chance to even live." A pause before he tried to lighten it up a bit. "If you can't guess my femme creator was against it, and lil ol' annoying me is here to talk face to, er, metal with all of you today."
Shocked silence reminded him and his fellow humans just how different they were from there new friends. He shared a look with Sam, and could tell his friend was thinking along the same lines. The Cybertronians just seemed so much more perfect then the human race did. They didn't have abortion, or a couple cheating on each other. No stupid things like that.
"I can see why he 'disappeared' then." Barricade growled. "Your femme creator must have killed him for such thoughts."
Miles laughed, "Sorry, Barry, but no. That brings us to our second a of this little real life example, abandonment. When my femme creator refused to abort my mech creator left. Meaning he quit the relationship, quit her, refused to accept me, support us, etcetera etcetera. My femme creator moved back to Tranquility after that, back with her creators, so she could have support for the both of us."
"What happened to her?" Wheeljack asked, fascinated and horrified from a scientific point of view. Humans were just baffling sometimes.
"She offlined when I was… either eight months or eleven months." Miles stated. "I always get her and her femme creator's sister mixed up."
Trent snorted, "How do you forget when your own mother died?"
It was meant to make Miles react, but it was Sam who snapped at Trent. Will and Epps visibly tensed, knowing the three males didn't get along well and were more than ready to stop a fight. Mikaela glared at her ex, and Maggie and Glen shook their heads.
"He didn't even know that his legal creators weren't his biological creators until the first day of sixth grade." Sam snapped, glaring at Trent as if to dare him to say anything more.
Miles grinned, "Marry me later?" He laughed when Sam nodded.
"Why didn't they tell you that they were not your biological creators?" Bumblebee asked, shifting Sam a bit so he was holding his charge, just in case anything did between him and Trent.
"So I'd turn out normal, I guess. I grew up thinking I had loving creators." Miles paused in his reply for a moment as he considered something. "I mean, if I had known they weren't my biological creators, I would still have been happy and felt loved, but knowing that my biological mech creator ditched me probably would've made me have some self-conscious issues, I guess. I dunno, since they did it the way they did it always feels like I'm talking about two people who are just people to me, not my biological creators. My legal creators are the ones I see, love, and think of as my creators. The biological ones don't feel like it."
And it was true, talking about his biological parents always made him feel as if he was talking about someone else's parents. He had accepted his grandparents, his legal parents, as his real parents and that wasn't going to change. The how or why of it didn't bother him a bit, though there was the initial freak out over being lied to for most of his life.
He smirked, climbing back up onto Barricade's shoulder. "And my teaching assistant can take care of our second real life example. Trent?"
"Right." Trent sent a glare in Miles direction, but was ignored. "I got a step-father. That's what happens when a married couple gets divorced. I stayed with my mom, so when she remarried I got a step-father."
"What happened to cause your creators to split up?" Wheeljack asked again. It seemed as if the rest of the 'bots were content on him asking all the questions. He was a scientist after all.
"My da-, my biological creator, was a fucking abusive asshole. Mom dumped his ass after so long." Trent glowered.
Wheeljack tilted his head to the side as if contemplating what Trent had said. "Abusive?"
The humans got awkward quickly again. No one wanted to make Trent explain, it was obviously a sore topic for the teenager if his reactions were anything to go by, but no one else really wanted to explain it either.
"When someone is abusive in a relationship it means that they hurt someone else physically or mentally. Sometimes both." Will finally said, sighing. "This can be between a couple, and I'm not going to use the term Sparkmates because I know for a fact that spark mates would never do that to each other, or between Creator and Sparkling."
And the meeting suddenly turned into a jumble of voices as the Cybertronians all started to ask questions, voice disbeliefs, or the like. Humans and Cybertronians were alike in a lot of ways, but this meeting helped to remind them that there was a lot of differences, too. And sometimes they weren't all good.
Sam sighed to himself as he walked around base. After the meeting had turned to chaos he had quickly gotten a headache. Cybetronians just did not seem to understand the concept of inside voices. So he had quickly escaped from everyone when the meeting let out, just going to enjoy the fresh air and be able to hear himself think.
He wasn't surprised that the opportunity didn't last long. He could hear someone jogging to catch up to him already. When he turned around he was just about to send a friendly greeting when he saw it was Trent. The greeting died in his mouth as he suddenly became uncertain what to say, and felt awkward. The jock came to a stop in front of him, looking just as awkward as Sam felt.
"Look, I'm sorry." Trent said after about a full minute of awkward silence. Sam stared at him as if he had grown a second head, and he might as well have if he had just apologized.
"Uh… If I ask for what you're not going to beat me up, are you?" Sam asked tentatively. He tried not to glance around, pretty certain that if Trent did decide to beat him up he wouldn't be able to be saved until he already had a few bruises.
Trent let out an aggravated sigh, glaring at Sam. "I'm a jock. You're a nerd."
He walked off after that, as if it explained everything. After Sam stood there confused for a few minutes, he couldn't help but silently think that it kind of did. He wasn't a psychiatrist, but after hearing what he did in the meeting, it wasn't hard to guess that Trent probably felt like he had to have a hard outer coating as a safety net. Sam didn't need any such safety net, his parents had raised him to not need it.
And after another minute he followed the direction Trent had left in, deciding that maybe they could at least stand each other. Getting along was still too much to ask for, but who knew what the future could hold. Whatever was currently controlling their lives, be it Primus, God, or some other great being, certainly seemed to like throwing them all for a loop.