"So if I win this, I get to drive you guys around for the entire day unless you're requested by someone else," I confirmed and grabbed the Xbox controller in front of me. I'd rather play something on the PS4 but since they only have Call of Duty for the Xbox, this is what I have to play with.
Both Jazz's and Bee's holoform nodded their heads. "Yep but if one of us wins, you have ta give said winner a wash," Jazz offered his side of the deal. I tilt my head to the side like a lost puppy and a look of confusion grew on my face.
"What's with you guys always wanting to get a washing from me? When I lost against Ironhide for a shooting challenge, he wanted me to wash him," I pointed out while sitting comfortable on the ground in front of the T.V.
"Wha' ah heard from tha Terror Twins and 'Hide, you take your time and make sure to get within tha cracks. Even Sunstreaker said you did an okay job, that's something you don't take lightly," Jazz explained and took a spot next to Bee on the human size couch. Wait, Sunstreaker said I did alright. Doesn't he not like the human population?
With that said and done, we begun the round against each other; well, Bee and I are going against each other while Jazz waits his turn.
The black and yellow scout was literally handing me my ass back to me during the first and only round against each other. The only console I have ever owned was a Nintendo 64 and usually only played Mario and a skiing game. None of these controls made sense to me, probably why Bee is demolishing me and not how he is a hardened warrior in the middle of a war.
Let's not even mention how many kills he got on me and skip to where Jazz actually gave me a chance against him. He was only making me feel better about myself before he did the same thing Bee did and destroy me in the end. I guess they really want that wash they didn't want to pass up the chance to lose.
"That was very anti-climatic. Let's just gets this over with before the dogs decide to take off again and give someone a scare," I ushered the two holoforms. It was true; Kodi nearly bit this person who decided to taunt the overly large dog with a piece of meat.
Bee gave me a pick-me-up to where they wash the other non-sentient vehicles; hopefully they have a good kind of soap for the pretty cars I'm going to wash. I guess it's not that bad, now I can put on my resume that I have washed Lambos, a Camaro, a Topkick, and a Pontiac Solstice.
"So what have you guys been up to with the Deceptercon's?" I knew that wasn't their name but couldn't fully remember what it was for the life of me. I filled up the cleanest looking bucket from the small hanger and put what looked like the most expensive looking jug of car soap into the bucket.
"The Decepticons. We have been watching out for any activity from the slightly sign of a signal or any new energon despots found by them. What about your job? Heard you found Breakdown and got into the mix of the Terror Twins and Breakdown's battle," Jazz corrected the name. Now I got to remember the name Decepticons.
Next, I sprayed down Jazz first with the cold water causing his frame to shiver noticeably. "Sorry. But that sounds boring sitting around, doing next to nothing. I did find some sort of blue-grey giant in the forest. Scared me half to death when he did his shifting thing out of nowhere. I think I was able to shoot out his eye or something that hurt him badly." I continued to wash him while having a somewhat comfortable conversation with him.
There was no way to be fully comfortable around men in my life, they give me too much of a scare and leave me on my toes at every second around them. Even with Zeke and Dom, they still make feel unsecure around them and I have known them for almost my entire career and still feel that way.
It was worst when Sideswipe tried to do whatever was boiling inside of his head. It wasn't his fault though, he doesn't know about what happened before moving to Maine and would never know about that. Only three people know the little bits and pieces of it and those people are Will, Zeke, and Dominick.
"Brey?" Bee spoke up and snapped me out of my starring off phase. I looked up from the ground and gazed over to the idling bumblebee colored Camaro.
"Yeah?" I questioned softly with my eyes looking innocently. I wanted to look like nothing was going inside of my mind, like there wasn't a hurricane of thoughts blowing this way and that.
"Are you okay? You blanked out after telling us about shooting Breakdown," Bee explained, acting like he was talking to a five year old that had a nightmare.
I shrug my shoulders like it was nothing while inside of my head, it was a storm only brewing even more. "Yeah, I'm okay. I was thinking about what I'm going to do for the rest of the day," I lied right between my teeth. That was one of the lies that are always ready to be used and thought up well.
"Okay," was all he gave me before going quiet. I stopped spraying down Jazz and started to scrub him down with a poor excuse of a car sponge.
"Sides and Sunny did say you hit him in the optic. It helped them to take him down before he fled," Jazz praised in my ability to hit the giant brute. I didn't respond and kept to myself while doing my best with the bullshit cleaning supplies there was in the small hangar.
The scene from when Sides pinned me against his alt. mode kept rolling inside of my mind. It has been over a week since it happened and now my brain decided to bring it up while cleaning Jazz's and Bee's alt mode. Such a convenient time to do this brain: note the sarcasm.
Does he like me? Or was he trying to get inside of my pants since there doesn't seem to be a lot of females around the base? His brother would never accept that anyway from what the tall tale story of him despising humans.
Why am I thinking about being with Sides? He's an alien robot from space; it would never, ever work out. Plus males, including them space, are overrated. Girls know how to easily take care of themselves and don't need someone else to add to that list. Males need to suck their nonexistent dick and fuck off, they need to leave woman alone in the first place.
Sides is probably like ninety-eight percent of male population: only use woman for their pleasure before throwing them away like trash. I don't want to make the same mistake made and that's what got her killed in the end, literally.
Before going too far down the rabbit hole, I snapped myself out of my thoughts and focused on cleaning the Pontiac in front of me. "So Jazz, I hope I'm not stepping on any toes here, but what do you do here?" Still uneasy about pissing them off by saying the wrong thing.
"'Stepping on any toes here'? But I don't have any human toes." He sounded like a lost puppy by saying that sentence. I chuckled quietly to myself and shook my head in reaction.
"It's a metaphor. Meaning I don't want to upset you by getting nosey of your personal stuff," I explained, trying my best not to laugh at his lack of knowledge of human concept. That does remind me, how long have they been on Earth.
"Oh, you humans make up the weirdest sentences. Don't worry, you ain't going to upset me. I'm the third in command while Prowl is second in command if anything ever happens to Optimus. I usually help with the data pad work since Ratchet doesn't let me do much."
"When we arrived to Earth, we needed to find these glasses with the cube's location on them. The Decepticons found it first and we had a big battle in a city named Mission City." I remembered it all over the news about it being a terrorist attack but never saying who did it, making me think they weren't giving all the details.
"Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, got a hold of me and ripped me into two. Ratchet was able to save me from joining the Well of Allspark but doesn't let me have any fun. I'd rather not piss the CMO off anymore then Terror Twins do or I would have my aft welded to the ceiling." During the middle of his explanation of what happened, I started to lightly stroke my hand on his hood to comfort him. I knew how it felt to be injured in battle but never as grave as how bad his was.
"I'm sorry to hear that but glad you're alive to see another day. I wouldn't be able to meet you if you joined the Well of Allspark. Are the Terror Twins that bad?" I questioned with uncertainly in my voice. From my point of view, they are pretty nice beings to talk to. Well, except that one time with Sides. But even Sunstreaker seems okay enough to have a conversation with him besides the few glares he sends my way.
Jazz backed up from the stroking of my head and I retracted my hand back to my side. "If you are glad to meet me, then why are you always so tense around all of us, including me? Don't act like I can't see it, your heart rate always speeds up when one of us are near you, even in our holoform," he ignored my questioned from before and went straight into his own.
Like any other time, I didn't want to tell him the truth as he hasn't earned it. We have only known each other for like a month or so, he hasn't even earned my full respect for him. "That's none of your business. Now would you answer my question." My voice was low and dangerous sounding. Now he needed to know about poking the bear too many times.
Bee spoke up out of nowhere and I nearly forgot he was near us. "Jazz, don't," he warned his buddy, making me think Jazz likes to continue to push peoples buttons for the fun of it.
"I'm not going to. She'll tell it in her own time and I'll be waiting here, patiently until she does," Jazz stated like that was going to ever happen in my lifetime. I ignored his last comment and continued cleaning, rinsing, and dry the silver Pontiac.
After finishing up with Jazz as quickly as possible, I moved on to Bee and did a quick but an alright job on his frame. I didn't want to be near these two at the moment, especially after what just went down and wanted to play with the dogs who are waiting somehow patiently off to the side.
While picking up the supplies used an putting them away, Jazz and Bee rolled up next to me. The dogs were in the back of the Camaro with both of the front windows rolled down for them to stick their heads out. "How about we go for that drive?" Jazz offered.
An involuntary smile grew on my face and I tried my hide from the two. I would never pass up the opportunity to drive a Camaro or Pontiac, that's like the most stupid thing in the world. "Fine because I really want to but this doesn't mean I'm going to talk about what you said is a thing." I hopped into the Pontiac and a hug ass grin grew on my face, that one was impossible to hide.
"Let's see how fast you can go." With that said, I stepped on the gas pedal, making his back tires spin to gain traction on the concrete. Once they finally caught, we shot forward with great speed and the needle on his dash board was climbing quickly.
I paid no attention to how fast we were going and only paid attention to the objects in front of us. This is what I was good at, driving at high speeds. I gained this skill from being a Game Warden and speeding to get to an accident or something that required me to get there quickly.
Adrenaline was rushing through my veins as I kept the pedal to the floor. "This is so much fun," I cheered out loud with my gripping the steering wheel even tighter. I take a sharp turn, causing us to drift around a light pole near one of the main buildings.
In the rearview mirror, I could see the flash of a yellow vehicle, meaning Bumblebee has been able to somehow keep up with my crazy driving. I slowed down after about ten more minutes of driving and hopped out with my legs wobbling underneath me.
"Okay, I needed to stop myself before I get carried away," I slightly giggled like a school girl and leaned carefully against the side of the silver Pontiac.
The window rolled down next to me. "I didn't know you could drive like that. Anytime you want to, come get me at anytime. That was fun," he declared the obvious.
"I'll have to take you up on the offer," I accepted before strolling over to the black and yellow Camaro and leaning down to rest arms on the open window sill. "So, I saw you were able to keep up with us; good job on that. I'm called a speed racer for reason."
"It wasn't- that hard to- keep up with- you," Bee teased as if my skills were nothing compared to him.
"Uh-huh. The dogs totally believe you back there. Anyway, thanks for hanging out with me but I got to see what Wild Bill is up to and make sure he isn't up to anything bad," I joked around and called Will by his nickname. Bee pushed the door open carefully so I could move back in time and he slides the passenger seat forward so the dogs could hop out.
They happily escape the Camaro and excitedly jump on me, silently saying they were missing me. I give them a few pets and gave both of the disguised bots a thank you. The dogs followed me to the Main hangar where Will will most likely be.
My thoughts were correct as I saw Will, Epps, and Fig talking along each other on the catwalk with a few other soldiers. My neighbor spots me from the ground and excuses himself and my other two buddies with him. They all come down to ground level and an idea struck inside of my brain. "Kodiak, attack! Attack!"
With his command received with his name, he locks onto the nearest person to him, not including me, which was one of three males about twenty feet away from us. He takes off with his nails clicking against the concrete and tongue already hanging out.
All three men showed fear and betrayal on their faces. Then they all spin around and took off in the opposite direction of the scary looking mix chasing after them. Three grown ass men are running like scared little rabbits, with nowhere to hide or get away from Kodiak.
Within half a second, Kodiak reached Will and tackled him roughly to the ground. Will tried to push the thought-to-be-attacking dog of him but stopped when he realized Kodi was licking him and not tearing him into pieces. He stands up after Kodi let him go and even from the distance between us, I could see the glare in my direction. "What in the actual fuck, Lambert?" Oh, shit. The last name was brought out.
"Oh, I didn't tell you about the new trick I was teaching Kodi. Whoops," I acted like the most innocent person in the world. He marched all the way over to me with Epps, Fig, and Kodi on his tail.
A glare that would scare Satan himself was on his face but I have seen worse compared to his. Sadly he couldn't keep the glare up and started to laugh, nearly doubling over from laughing too hard. The other two were finally able to laugh at how funny the situation was.
"I wish you got to see your face. Now that was fucking funny as Hell. You were all like 'ahh' while Kodiak was chasing you," I teased my great and gave him a poke in the shoulder.
"Why would you ever teach a dog to do that?" he questioned, still a little mad at how he was humiliated by me in front of the entire Main hangar.
"So I could do that. Plus saying attack and having him only attack you with kisses is pretty funny. You have to agree with me with that." He did not agree and told me I have some more organizing to do. Note to self: don't humiliate Will in front of his co-workers or you'll learn your lesson.