I'm a little saddened that no one got my reference last chapter but there is always more to come for! Enjoy the latest chapter and be safe y'all!
My bruised ribs were healing quite nicely after taking a week off from work (Will was surprised but understood my reasoning) and sitting around the house, watching T.V. But during the entire time of having nothing to do, I got extremely bored to the point I gave Powerstroke a bath and a deep interior cleaning.
Sha-Sideswipe, still need to get used to calling him that, was jealous and wanted me to give him the same treatment. That didn't happen; well the only thing close to getting a wash was a spray from the cold hose water. Sideswipe didn't like that and sent out his holoform for pay back.
Cold water rained down on me from the other side of the truck. "You motherfucker! That's it! I was thinking about washing your alt. mode but now, it's a big no," I declared to the brunet on the other side of my truck.
The sound of the hose clinking against gravel below our feet caught my attention and for a second I was confused on why he dropped it. That was until said holoform appeared next to me, on his knees with his hands gripping each other and a look of sadness on his handsome face. "Please, no! I'll stop, just please give me a wash," he begged and even had his bottom lip sticking out.
It took all of my self-control not to fall for the somehow handsome man turned adorable. I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest, careful about pulling any of the muscles still not fully healed. "Sorry, Sideswipe. I told you no and I'm not going to change my answer," I replied coolly as if he didn't make me want to fall for his adorableness.
His hands dropped into his lap and he hung his head lowly. A sniff could be heard in his direction and for a moment, I almost broke my composure at the sound he made. "I said no. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll need to dry off the water you sprayed on Powerstroke." With that said and done, I grabbed one of the dry towels from inside the open garage door and begun drying off my truck.
Something snapped inside of me and fear started to fill my mind, making my hands shake. My conscience told me sternly: don't become friends with them, don't trust them. You don't know what they could be hiding underneath that kind mien.
I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts building up inside and snap my head in the direction of Sc-Sunstreaker's voice. "What's underneath the tarp?" he called out from the entrance of the garage. I knew what he was talking about: my brothers 1968 Plymouth Fury III.
"I'll show you," I responded and let the towel hang on the side mirrors. I entered the garage and opened the one-car garage door then tore off the grey tarp off with dust following it.
The beautiful garbage green Plymouth sat in all of her glory, shining from the limited sun coming from the open garage doors. The chrome strip around the body was so cleaned you could see if you had something stuck in your teeth. The forest green seats didn't even have a crack in them from being hidden from the sun during her years under my care.
"Slag, you take real good care of the paint," Sideswipe pointed out of the obvious.
"Well, Cool Desert Night's is coming up in a week or so and she needs to look as good as she can. Just need to clean something's underneath her hood before she is ready to go out in public," I explained before popping the hood and showing them her nearly cleaned engine.
"What's Cool Desert Night's?" Sideswipe questioned while walking around, getting a look at all of her good sides.
"It's were you bring in a car of any make or model, preferably older or classic cars, and drive around them to show them off. You guys should go, it would cool to see Lambos driving around. Plus you get a lot of attention from people," I offered before closing the hood.
"Oh! That sounds fun! What do you think, Sunny? Should we go?" Sideswipe teased his twin. Sunstreaker growled underneath his breath and sent his brother a glare that sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't even directed at me.
That's what happened on my last day of taking a week off and at the moment I was sitting on the side of the road, watching out for anyone doing any wrongs. Both of the Lamborghinis sat behind me, being the guardians that they were assigned to be. I didn't like having them follow me around while I did my job because cherry red and sunshine yellow totally blend in.
The sound of a dirt bike with a modified exhaust caught my attention and I stared it down, looking for everything needed for it to be street legal. The first thing I spotted was there were no license on the back or front, and other features that racked up his ticket.
I called into dispatch about the dirt bike and the description before flipping on my lights and sirens and nearly peeling out of my spot. I knew dirt flew up from my tires kicking up rocks by the sound of Sideswipe revving his engine in some sort of surprise. Hopefully he doesn't make me wash that off or we are going to have problems.
Said dirt bike wasn't pulling over and decided to turn down a dirt, pot-hole filled road. My ribs disagreed with me following the bike down the road and keeping up easily compared to the Lambos having to stop at the entrance. Sideswipe honked at me to get my attention but I full-out ignored him and kept up the chase.
The road continued to get worse and worse the entire time until I knew my truck couldn't take any more beating. I stopped when something else caught my attention: a gray-blue armored SUV. It sat off in the bushes, hidden from anyone driving by without giving it a look.
Since the chase was called off, I decided to check if the SUV was stolen or if any poachers were out hunting. This land is owned by someone who didn't want any hunters hunting on his land and only allowed dirt bikers to ride the trails through his land.
By the vegetation around it, it seemed to have been here only a few hours and there weren't any new stolen car reports in last two days in my area so it wasn't that. There is dirt caked on the side of it, as if someone went through the mud and didn't clean it off. What I didn't like at all was the feeling of being watched like when I was around the cars in disguise.
Not taking any risks if it was one of the bad guys, I unclip my gun from belt and take the safety off while slowly moving forward towards the silent SUV. It didn't move a centimeter the entire time my eyes were trained on its frame.
Well that was until parts and pieces started to split quickly and take form of a robot. Fright and dread boiled at the bottom my stomach at the sight of how big he transformed. I did what any rational person would do in this situation and fired my gun as many times as possible.
He, the sound of his voice gave it away, cried out in pain from the bullets hitting him. I took the chance of him being distracted and ran into the forest, totally forgetting about my truck that could get me even further away from him. It did matter though, the keys were dropped somewhere in my attempt of injuring him.
"Sideswipe! Sunstreaker! Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs while trying my best conserve my oxygen. It was a futile attempt to get their attention this far into the forest with trees blocking the sound of my voice and I knew that at the bottom my heart.
That didn't stop me from pumping my legs as he gave chase after me, having trouble getting through the thick trees. My energy quickly getting used up from having to move around the large trees and thick vegetation in my way.
The evil bot was causing trees to be split into pieces and making them fly my way. A few pieces hit my body; some pierce my skin and embed themselves under my protective layer. He finally caught up to me and decided to smack like a fly, forcing me into the air and back down to Earth in matter of seconds.
My ribs felt like they were on fire by the time my body hit the ground and my back hit a tree quite hard. I groaned in pain as my head throbbed and my back screamed in agony. I tried to get up from my spot against a tree but my body wouldn't let me.
When all hope was lost to the stars, a familiar red and yellow paint caught my eyes. If I had enough oxygen, I would have cried out in joy at seeing them.
Sideswipe quickly scopes me off the ground once he got close enough and gave his brother a nod before whisking me away. He drops me off at a safe distance from Sunstreaker and the Con duking it out in the middle of a forest before heading into the battle himself.
During the entire thing, I was pray for my patrol truck to be fine in the end of this or Tipps will not be happy with me. She'll most likely strangle me and then snap my neck for causing her to do more paper work.
I got on my feet after a few minutes of trying and heavily laid against a nearby tree for support. Tears were rushing down my face from my ribs practically screaming at me and there wasn't much I could do to help them. My truck was unreachable at the moment because of the three iron giants battling right next to it and it has all the needed supplies to help with my bruised ribs and cuts covering my body.
Since there wasn't anything for me to do, I watched the experts battle the brute with such grace and strength, it was astonishing. They dodged his punches and hammer while being able to damage him. They did get their own injuries but seemed quite small compared to the big bot.
Finally, the battle came to stop when the bad bot transformed and drove away quickly from the scene. I was relieved my truck was undamaged during the entire thing but gasped when a red hand scooped me off the ground carefully.
"You need to stop getting yourself into trouble. This is the second time I had to save your aft," Sideswipe teased while carrying me over to my truck and gently setting me down next to it.
An expression that read 'really' passed over my face. "Oh, yes sir. I so wanted to find the big, bad bot and have him chase me through the forest. Also wanting him to backhand me like a bug into tree. I always wanted to be fucking bird." Those sentences were dripping in sarcasm and you must be an idiot if you couldn't figure that out.
A fake hurt expression appeared on Sideswipes face. "I didn't like how much sarcasm was in your voice. But you have to give us a wash for saving you."
Are you shitting me?! "Like the hell I would! I'm probably going to be out for another week because of that dumbass. I still have the rest of this shift to deal with before I go and give the both of you a wash." I was getting a little ticked off if you didn't hear it in my voice or body language.
Though the two of them looked like someone dragged them through the mud and stuck some trees between their metal plates. I did feel the tiniest bit bad for them having to ruin their perfect paint jobs for saving my ass from the blue giant.
"But after your shift, you're free. Please, you owe us this," he continued to beg for the both of them.
I sighed, too tired to deal with his bullshit of being too annoying. Should have picked someone else. "Fine, but after my shift is done or my sergeant will be pissed off at me for skipping work. I don't need her to be even angrier with me after what happened a week ago." He did a little happy dance for me giving in.
That made me wonder something. "Why are you so happy about me giving you a bath?"
"You seem to know how to work wonders on our frames." That didn't sound wrong at all, specially the way he put it. I scoffed before slowly slipping into my truck and starting him up. All three of us head back to the road for me to do the rest of my patrol.
At the end of my shift, Sideswipe was speeding the entire time to get to my house quicker with his bother on his tail. Is the scary, murderous looking yellow twin excited for me to give him a wash? Maybe he isn't as bad as Lennox was saying?
But the moment that thought passed by in my brain, a quick flashback popped up said thought was squashed down. Never, ever trust anyone again.
It seemed like they, mostly just Sideswipe, didn't care that much about taking the potholes slowly. Both pulled up, in front of the Ford parking and idling, waiting for me to get on with their wash.
I also pulled up next to them in my rightful spot, they were smart enough to not take it, and shut off my truck. I went inside, to do everything that was needed to be done after work. But while in the middle of it, Sideswipe must have thought I was taking too long and decided to make it known.
Sideswipes holoform arms wrapped gently around my waist, careful of my aching ribs. "Come on, you have more important things to do then whatever your doing." He tried to drag me away from putting dog food in the dogs' bowl. That didn't work out well for him as I thought he was some stranger in my house and used some of my training on him.
Firstly, I grabbed his right arm and twisted it, making him let go of me before using my foot to push kick behind his knee, forcing him on one of his knees. Next, I once again twist his arm still in my grasp behind his back. Lastly, I let go of his arm and put him in a full Nelson, holding him there tightly.
"Hey! What was that for?" Sideswipe whined, trying to get out of my full Nelson. I realize it wasn't an intruder or some stranger walking into my house and released him.
"Well, don't walk up behind me and wrap your arms around me. That's not a smart idea in the first and now you learned your lesson hopefully." I wasn't apologetic about what had happened to him at all but since he doesn't know of my past, he doesn't know what he can or cannot do to me. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Sunstreaker standing there in his holoform with the smallest of smirks on his face before it disappeared off the face of the Earth.
"Sorry, anyway, hurry up. it's not comfortable having organic slag in your gears," Sideswipe pointed out.
"Yeah, yeah. My dogs are first then I need change into my clothes before giving you both a wash. To fill your time till I'm ready, go open the garage and wait patiently outside. Don't touch anything though." With that said and done, I got back to work, feeding the dogs and getting changed into hot pink short-shorts, a purple tank top, and me being a little daring by not wearing any shoes or flip-flops on.
For the fun of it, I let the dogs out to help me with cleaning the half a million dollar cars. Vivian went straight to the meaner twin of the two and jumped excitedly with her paws on his thighs since she is shorter then Kodiak. He looked like he wanted to push her off but instead kneeled down to her level and begun to scratch her belly.
Kodiak went to the childish twin and jumped on him, nearly taking out Sideswipe's face with his paw. Of course, Sideswipe started play with the happy pup, leaving me to deal with the two dirty Lambos; though this might be a good thing.
Before I could get within ten feet of the yellow Lamborghini, Sunstreaker spoke up. "Dare scratch me or mess up my paint more than it is, I will squish you like the fleshbag you are."
With a bit fear evident on my face, I nodded tightly and gave him my truthful word. "I'll treat you like one of my own and as you can see, I treat my vehicles to the best of my abilities," I said before going to the side of the house to grab the hose neatly wrapped up.
Everything needed to make these dirty beauties look better was in front of me. The first thing I did is use the hose to spray Sideswipe down for the mud to hopefully come off. If it doesn't after a few minutes of spraying, I'll have to use a sponge to scrub off the caked on dirt.
After being done watering down Sideswipe, I remembered about playing some tunes for this to be much more fun than it is. Also it would me to take my mind off of my aching ribs. I lightly jog into the open garage, ignoring my ribs protesting, and plug in my phone to the radio inside of here.
The song that was picked first was 'All Time Low by Jon Bellion' with others behind it. I headed back to my job given to me and continued what I was doing.
While getting the rims to shine so you could see your reflection in them, I heard a low cat-calling whistle behind me. I turned my head to see who dared to do that and glared with the very well known mother-glare towards the childish twin.
Sideswipe looked around like he was innocent when we all know he wasn't. "What? I didn't do anything." Since he wanted to play it that way, I sprayed cold hose water on his undercarriage. He definitely didn't like that and revved his engine before shifting into reverse and getting as far away as he deemed safe.
"That was mean! I didn't even do anything," he cried out like a big baby and pouted with his arms crossed his bottom lip pushing out. I stood up and turned in his direction, my face saying 'really?'.
"How about you apologize and own up to what you did? Don't play any games with me," I grounded out while walking up to the taller holoform and ignoring his brother who has Vivi's full attention.
A smirk played his lips and started to walk towards me, making me feel a bit confused but more uncomfortable about him advancing on me. Every step he took towards me, I took one back with him until I met a problem: the back of my calves met the front of the red Lamborghini.
There wasn't much I couldn't do with my brain going to overdrive, thinking about all the bad things he could do. He lend over me, forcing me to fall back on the nearly dry hood, and put his arms on either side of my upper body, trapping me against his alt. mode.
I couldn't take anymore and finally snapped out of my trance before giving him an elbow to the throat. He gladly moved out of the way to protect his throat from anymore assault, giving me the chance to scramble off of the hood. I point at him with tears prickling in my eyes and a fierce look on my face. "Leave, now!"
With that said and done, I call the dogs to me and have them go in the house. Vivian was being stubborn and was staying with Sunstreaker, I didn't like that at all and ordered her to come to me. She followed through with a sad look in her eyes and entered the house with her tail between her legs.
Slamming the door shut and making sure to lock all the bolts, I slide down the door until my butt hit the ground and buried my head into my knees. Tears fell freely from my eyes as fear, worse then be captured by the Cons, grew in the pit of my stomach.
The dogs tried to comfort me by licking my face or jumping on me but I told them to go away. They gladly listened to my command left me alone to cry to myself.
If I allowed him to continue, he would have done some bad things to me. You can't trust anyone, Aubrey. No one is trustable except yourself. You rarely disappoint yourself.
Time seemed to slowly tick by without me realizing it until the garage door opened and revealed Will. He immediately saw my crying and shaking form pressed against the front door and rushed over to me. His hands lifted my head from being buried in my knees and sighed with sympathy at the sight of me.
Will gently wiped the dripping tears from my face. "I'm so sorry about them. We'll get you a new guardian right away." But when he said that, in the smallest part of my brain, it told me not to let the twins go. For some reason, I followed that tiny command.
"No, I overreacted and would like for them to stay as my guardians," I stated with my voice slightly shaky. The salt and pepper hair man in front of me expressed shock from me wanting near the one who pushed past my boundaries.
"Are you sure, Brey? 'Cause I can have them not able to come miles near your house," Will offered and carefully helped me off the ground of my dirty floors.
"Yeah, I need to get over my fears like I somehow easily did with the bots. But I do need to give him a nice nut shot with a paintball gun or fist."
At least I got a chuckle out of him and he patted my back. "Don't worry, Ironhide is already taking care of that for you." Not even a second later, the sound of two high-powered engines flew pass my house with a low grumbly engine right on their tails. Though it did confused me on why Ironhide would care about giving me justice, we barely even know each other.
With me calmed down from my crying, he took me over to his house after knowing Sideswipe will be busy for awhile. Sarah fed me for the night and I played with Anna for about an hour or two before heading back to house. I dealt with the dogs and went to bed but didn't fall asleep not-so-peacefully.