Chapter three and I am happy for the most part. I see that people are reading and tagging me for alerts and stuff which is really cool. But Come On! It takes all of two seconds to just type in 'Good Job' or something. I mean I don't want to sound whinny or anything but I am the one who has to deal with a group of upset giant alien robots who feel that they aren't getting enough love from there fans. For all there bravado they are a bunch of softies (Manly Ironhide but you didn't hear it from me!)
There was nothing Sam enjoyed more then sitting at the out look during the last few moments of the sunset with Bumblebee laying next to him in his robot form. These moments where so calm and peaceful that he could jest let all his worries melt away like the rays of the sun as it sank below the horizon. He was amazed at how he never liked to share these moments with anyone else but Bee. This was a special moment that belonged to the two of them and no one else. He had tried to have moments like these with Mikaela during the few days that they had been together but it had just never felt right.
Sam often wondered about this, these would be moments that someone would want to share with a person that they loved. And yet even though he and Mikaela had decided to be just friends he didn't feel inclined to try and find a new girlfriend. It wasn't because he thought no girl would want to go out with him. Often when he would go out if he stopped for long enough he would get surrounded by plenty of good looking woman. Bumblebee was good at attracting attention like that. But he constantly found him self waving them off, often times catching looks of disappointmeant on there faces in the mirror as he and Bee drove off.
He often wondered if there might be something wrong with him if he would rather hang around with giant robotic aliens (more importantly Bee) then with people who where more like him. He had to laugh at that, the only people who he could relate to anymore where the select few soldiers who were involved in NEST. He was friendly with most of them but only on a first name basis with Will and Eps.
Turning his head to the side he managed to catch the last rays of the sun as they reflected off of Bee's yellow armor. This was what he looked forward to the most. No matter how many times they sat here like this Bee's reaction was always the same. As the last of the light would start to fade his whole body would tens up. His bright blue optics fixed straight ahead never moving as the sun finally disappeared below the horizon his optics would open as far as they could and he would let out a small chirping sound that Sam had come to learn meant that he was happy. Then he would relax and begin to play some kind of soft music.
It was at these times that Sam wondered what Bee was thinking.
He wanted to tell Sam so badly how much these moments meant to him. Every time they came here to watch the sun go down, as they waited for the other Auto bots to get there. Each time he had come close to saying something, to telling Sam how he truly felt. But each time something had stopped him. He didn't know what it was at first, it didn't make any sense. He had the words formed perfectly in his processors he knew what emotion drove his thoughts whenever he came near or even thought about Sam.
But then after the first few meeting, after everyone had left and he had taken Sam home. He would sit in the driveway and try to find a reason why he couldn't just come out and say what he wanted to say. After straining his CPU to its limits after the third meeting it finally came to him. The thing that made his vocal processors freeze was that even though he loved Sam with all of his spark, what were the odds of Sam feeling the same way about him? Of course he could easily calculate the probability of it he had quickly shut that program down not wanting to have to think about how unlikely it was that his feelings would be returned.
Sam had sacrificed so much for them already and it wouldn't be far to ask him to give up what little bit of a normal life that he had left. Sam deserved to find a nice human mate whom he could reproduce with. Not only that but Sam would also grow old and pass away long before Bumblebee even cam close to going offline. They were essentially immortal, there had never been stories about one of there kind dieing of old age. Optimus Prime himself was well over three million years old. Bee was just barley older then Sam in comparison.
That is why when the last of the sun's light would leave the tension that built up in him from trying to tell Sam the truth would drain out of him and he would lay there beaten. He knew that Sam still there with him for now and that he would be staring at him and for a brief moment he could pretend. To trick himself into thinking that he was there with Sam as more then 'just friends', and for now that would do to lift his spark from the gloom that had descended on it and he would chirp because he knew it made Sam happy.
Bumblebee pulled himself out of his thoughts and started scanning the radio waves until he landed on a soft rock station and let it play for a while. He knew that his alone time with Sam would be coming to a close as the others would be arriving soon.
Mikaela didn't know what was going on anymore. When did life get so confusing? Since she had first started high school she had been attracted to the same kind of guy. Jocks 'with big arms and tight abbs' but then she had meet Sam and thing where different with him. He listened to her when she talked and he valued her input on a number of subjects that she had never even knew she knew about before. But most importantly he was always patient. He never tried to push her into anything she didn't want to do, sure they didn't last long as a romantic couple so the invitation to go any further then making out wasn't there, but even with little things like what to do when they hung out or what movie they would see when they were board.
She found he self thinking that if she ever met another guy like Sam again then he would defiantly be the one she stayed with for good. Someone like Will she told herself. Sarah was always going on about how great he was. But these were not the thoughts that where occupying her mind as she waited for Jazz to show up to take her to the look out.
Her currents thoughts where on just that person. Jazz. Ever since Ratchet had managed to some how bring him back to life, with some help from herself every now and then, she found that the silver music loving Auto bot was never far from her mind. At first she thought that it was just something about how she had a small hand in helping to bring him back that kept him in her mind. After all how many can say that they helped to bring a dead person back to life.
But it was more then that when ever she thought about him she would get the strangest sensation in her stomach. Not unpleasant, enjoyable in fact sort of the warm tingly feeling you get as you drop down the first hill of a roller coaster. She had felt it that day too as Ratchet showed her what wires go where and just how much to tighten a bolt on Jazz's body. She remembered feeling this feeling as she thought she saw flashes of bright blue electricity moving from where she had been working. They looked like they had run down every cable she torched and every piece of metal that she brushed up against.
No one had thought that he would come back. In reality Ratchet had told her that they were just putting him back together so that they could show there respects to the fallen bot. But as the last wire was connected and Ratchet moved the last plate of armor where it belonged a blinding blue light so bright it was almost pure white erupted out of Jazz's chest. When the light faded there was the sound of moving gears and shifting plates that wasn't coming from the other Auto bots around them. Everyone in the hanger watched in shock as Jazz opened his optics and sat up.
"Did we kick there sorry asses?" Was the first thing he had said before the hanger burst into motion as everyone gave into there own way of expressing what they where feeling.
Mikaela's thoughts where interrupted by the sound of a car horn from out side and some very loud music that was so heavy on the base that some books feel from the wall. Glancing out the window she was greeted by the gleaming silver car that was center of her unusual brain storm. Her heart skipped a beat as she grabbed her bag and headed out of her house and made her way out to the car. The passenger door flew open and the car revved its engine lightly as she approached. It was only when she was a few steps away from the open door that the pain hit.
She had been able to ignore it while she had been lost deep in her thoughts but now it demanded for her attention. Running up her left leg like it was fire following a trail of gas it quickly moved to past her knee. The sudden flare was enough to weaken her leg so the it wouldn't hold her weight and she started to fall toward the asphalt. She threw her arms out to try and break her fall when a pair of strong arms caught her around her waist holding her up inches from the ground.
"Easy there!" The guy said as he slowly started to pull her up straight but never letting her put her full weight down on her legs.
When she was standing straight again she was some how able to turn around while still staying in his arms and not putting any pressure on her leg. It still hurt like crazy but it wasn't as terrible as it had been a moment ago. She was going to have to stick to her promise of talking to Ratchet now that the pain had moved from her shin to her knee.
"Are you alright?" The man asked looking down at her.
The first thing she noticed about the man were his eyes. The most beautiful electric blue she had ever seen. She felt like he was staring right into her very soul.
"I...I think so." She said as she started to pull away from him.
He let her but beeped his arms slightly raised in case she fell again.
Now that she could see more then just his face she noticed that he had a very Vin Diesel like appearance like from when he was in Pitch Black or Chronicles of Riddick. With the exception of his eyes which in her opinion where better as the blue then that weird silver that he had.
"I think that maybe we should get going and have Ratchet take a look at that for ya." He said
"Huh?" Was all that she could think to say a blush coming over her face at her lack of an intelligent response.
"Ha ha ha... You probably don't recognize me like this." He said gesturing at his body.
She just looked at him with a confused look on her face.
"Huh... Do... Do I know you?" She asked stepping back a little bit more. 'If this guy is crazy then I can jump into Jazz and be out of here before he can try anything.' She thought to her self.
"Aw... I see that I am not important enough for some people to remember." The man said with the same puppy dog pout that Sam used when he was trying to talk her into something. "Its not like I got ripped in half tryin' to protect ya." He continued with a glint of amusement in his eyes.
Mikaela shook her head and turned to look back at the car behind her then back to the Vin Diesel look alike. Her eyes went wide with shock as realization hit her. At the last meeting Ratchet had mentioned some kind of upgrade that would let the Auto bots blend in better. But she hadn't been paying much attention at the time since she had been sitting on top of Jazz's shoulder at the time and the humming that was coming from his body was kind of distracting.
".GOD! JAZZ?" She shouted. At the nod of his head she threw her arms around his neck giving him a hug. At first Jazz's body went stiff like he didn't know what to do, but then he seemed to get over it and wrapped his arms around her back returning her hug.
Just as quickly as she started the hug Mikaela ended it pushing back from Jazz and then proceeded to lightly slap him across the face with a soft "Smack."
Jazz just stared back at her shocked with his hand pressed up to his face where she had hit him.
"What ya do that for?" He asked.
"You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were some kind of crazy person." She said laughing a little at his confused expression. When it finally dawned on him that his sudden appearance like this might have frightened her he was quick to apologize.
"Alright, alright. I am sorry I should have said some thin. But we talked about these not to long ago I thought that you would have remembered." He said in his defense.
"Well even if I did remember I had no idea what he meant by saying you would be better able to blend in." She glared at him for a moment untill her anger was cooled by her curiosity.
"So what is this? It can't be a hologram I can touch it." She said stepping forward again.
"Its called a holoform. Its hard to explain exactly. But you its kind of like a holograme filled with sensors... I don't think I am explaining this right. It would be best if you talked to Ratchet if you wanted to know the details." He said shrugging his shoulders.
This brought Mikaela's attention back to her earlier thought of him looking like Vin Diesel.
"Why do you look like this? Is this what you would look like if you were human?" She asked taking another step closer which brought her close enough to him that she could amazingly feel hot air passing over her face as her breathed in and out. "Wow its so realistic... Can I... Can I touch it... You?" She asked the last part with a very noticeable blush on her face.
"I spent the past two or three days going through the world wide web looking for parts that I liked. At first I was going to make a body that would be what I would look like if I where human. But then I found a bunch of pictures and videos of some guy name Riddick and I decided that I liked the way he looked so I copied his image and have been practicing with it. I can now hold this form for over Five and a half hours and it can go up to three miles from my body before powering it becomes to stressful, and yes you can touch me. Anywhere you like." He said. Adding a wink after the last comment.
If it where possible Mikaela thought she would burst into flames from embarrassment. But that didn't stop her from giving into her curiosity and exploring the expanse of simulated skin that was in front of her.
Grabbing Jazz's hand she started to move it between her hands feeling how real the skin felt. It was warm and seemed to pulse like normal hand would. Moving up his exposed arm she felt the muscles twitch and shift under neath. She kept moving her hands over his arm then along his chest feeling it rise and fall and underneath that she swore she could feel the beat of his... Heart? Spark? She wasn't sure. A sudden choking noise from Jazz made her stop in her caress afraid that she had somehow hurt him.
When she looked up she saw amusement on his face.
"That tickles." He said looking down at her.
"Sorry." She said looking away.
"No problem. But as much as I would like to keep this up we really need to be getting to the meeting. Maybe we can start this up again latter." He said with another wink at her.
'Oh my god! Is he hitting on me?' Mikaela thought to her self as Jazz moved around his car form and got into the drivers seat. Mikaela picked up her bag from where it had fallen earlier and moved to get in. As the door closed on its own she knew that she had to talk to someone about this. Maybe Sam or Bee. At the lest they can give her some good advise on what to do about the fact that she actually kind of likes the idea of it.
The street lamps and buildings slowly went by as the black GMC topkick rolled along the busy roads of Tranquility. Sitting in the drivers seat hands laying on the wheel lazily sat Captain Will Lennox. As he stared out the window at the people who where going back and forth doing what ever it is that people did now a days on Friday night. Not that Will thought of himself as old or anything its just that he hasn't had a Friday night on the town in what felt like forever. Between Iraq and now all the work he has been doing with NEST he's been kept pretty busy. Its a good thing that he has Ironhide to keep him company through it all or he was sure that he would go crazy.
Dealing with an ordinary war was something that he could handle. But now with the Decepticons he just didn't know if he would have been able to handle it without the weapons specialist there. Through it all he liked to think of him as a friend. They had fought together shed blood and... oil? Together. He had done less with others that he considered friends. But there was something more then that. They had a connection. He found that the two of them could talk for hours about any number of subjects. But the main theme for there talks was weapons and battle techniques. Hide' loved to go on and on about his cannons that he took every opportunity to take out and polish. Will would sit there and listen to his war stories from the battles he had gotten into during the early years of the war.
From all there talks Will had even found out that Ironhide even had a taste for some earth music. He calmed it was nothing like what they had on there planet but he could deal with it. Ironhide love Rock an' Role and heavy metal. Just another thing they had in common as Will's CD collection consisted of mainly that.
Will's thoughts where cut into suddenly when Ironhide came to a sudden stop that if Will hadn't been wearing his seat belt would have slammed him right into the windshield.
"God Dame! What the hell was that for?" Will asked accusingly as he rubbed his chest where the belt had cut in.
A voice drifted from the speakers and seemed to fill the cabin of the truck.
"The boy in front of me has purposefully been trying to get me to hit his inferior vehicle. Most likely to collect some form of compensation for damages."
Will glared out the window at the car in front of them trying to see who the driver was. Unfortunately the truck in front was filled with so many stray bodies moving around that he couldn't see who was driving.
"There probably drunk." Will said shaking his head.
There was a loud humming noise that came from the cab and Will knew Ironhide was looking for something on the Internet. After a moment his voice came back out of the speakers.
"I don't understand. Your law deems it illegal to drive while intoxicated does it not?" Ironhide asked sounding confused.
"Yeah it does. Unfortunately there are a lot of people on Earth who think that they can get away with it. They think that there won't be any problems, that they wont get caught. Then they end up putting other people in danger." Will told him.
"If that is the situation then we should take care of them before they inevitable hurt another human. It would be a good opportunity to test the calibration on my..." He began but Will quickly cut him off.
"No way Hide' as tempting as it is this is one of thoughs rare moments where our problem can't be fixed by pointing a gun at it." Will laughed as Ironhide sank low on his wheels in disappointment.
He patted the dashboard with a grin on his face.
"Don't be so disappointed. You may not be able to shoot at them but we can give there plate number to the police and they can take care of them." Will said taking out his cell phone and hitting the number for the police.
Will waited a moment as the phone rang waiting for them to pick up. Finally after five rings he got an answer.
"911 what is your emergency?"
"Yes. I am driving down main street in Tranquility and I think that the driver in front of me is drunk. He keeps trying to get me to crash into him." Will said taking on the voice of a concerned citizen.
"Would you be able to give me the number of the vehicle in question?" The voice asked.
"Yeah its..." He preceded to read off the numbers on the back of the truck.
"Thank you for all your help. We will take care of this as soon as we can." The lady said before hanging up.
Will closed the phone and put it back in his pocket.
"There now its there problem." He said as they turned off the main road and onto the back one that lead to the look out.
The truck rumbled in response. Will knew that Ironhide was a little unhappy. He had been trying to find something to test his cannons on for days now. But until the new base was finished he didn't have any where to practice, and Sarah had forbidden shooting of any kind around the house. This upset Will as well because it meant that he had to go to either the NEST base or a shooting range if he wanted any practice.
Sarah had yelled at the two of them for a good hour when they had tried to talk her into it. In the end she got her way leaving Will and Ironhide out side mumbling to them selves, Will looking disappointingly at his side arm and Ironhide looking at his cannons.
Will looked up just as they pulled to a stop at the out look. Getting out Will looked around to see who all was there. He knew that Sam and Bumblebee would already be there, they where usually the first ones there which he found strange since they where both basically teenagers and they where known to have a terribly sense of time. But when ever he asked Sam about it he would just shrug his shoulders and mumble something that Will could never catch, followed by a bright blush that would come over his face.
Sam and Bee where sitting in there normal spot over by the edge. Sam was talking about something that wasn't really important (why they bothered to make Go Tarts when there wasn't a big mobility problem with regular Pop Tarts) and Bumblebee looked like he was hanging on to every word as a soft rock song came drifting out of his chest where his radio was.
Off to the right Mikaela was sitting on Jazz's shoulder talking to him about some music CD she had bought.
Then off to the left stood Optimus Prime and Ratchet who where both talking heavily in there native language which gave Will a head ache with all of its clicking and high pitched sounds.
Behind him Will could hear the sounds of Ironhid transforming. Will could never get enough of that noise. Turning around he was greeted by the sight of Ironhide's hand rushing towards him. Will let out a yelp as he was raised up through the air then drooped on Ironhide's shoulder. Stumbling for a moment he glared at the giant head next to him.
"Dame Hide' warn me next time will ya?"
"Ironhide turned his head to look at Will with a smirk on his face plates.
"You're fine don't wine like a sparkling." He said as he moved forward to join the others.
There it is Chapter 3 I like it a lot. With out a doubt this is the longest chapter I have ever written. It took me a while to decide to put the Will and Ironhide part in but in the end I decided it would be a good idea. If your wondering what kind of weired pain Will is in and why he hasn't said anything about it. Don't worry that will be in the next chapter. Along with some other things.
I hope that you liked my choice for Jazz's Holo form if not... I guess I could change it just give me a suggestion of who you want him to look like. I am also taking suggestions on what the other Auto bots holoforms should look like. So if you have one that you prefer then let me know either in a review or you can message me straight at my account.'
The next chapter will be out in the next few days
I hope you all enjoyed this.