Hey everyone
Well here we are again another chapter in this seemingly good story. I had expected this story to fizzle out long ago but to my surprise it hasn't and I have all you people to thank for that.
Anyway enough of that for now let's get on with the story; I know you must all be dying to know what happens next.
Angelic: I LIIIIIIIVE! And then goes to pass out into a coma
The weekend had come and gone and Sam wasn't looking forward to going back to school. He really didn't want to deal with the stream of questions that would be aimed his way by his teachers and Miles. He had already had to deal with them from his parents throughout the whole weekend. He was upset at the amount of lies he had to tell them- well, that wasn't true; he didn't have to lie to them, he could have told them the truth- but that probably wasn't the best idea. They had reacted badly enough at the news of the Autobots, and he didn't even want to think about how they would react to this.
The only good thing that came from the weekend was that he was able to get more used to his new metal arm. The increased weight of his arm and in his chest wasn't a problem anymore, but the only thing he needed to worry about was keeping the shiny metal concealed from everyone. The bandage that Ratchet had giving him had worked for the first day, as he was able to explain it to his mother by saying that he had just cut himself and that Ratchet was overreacting to it.
When he needed to come out of his room, he either kept his hand in his pocket or wore a glove. His parents had raised an eyebrow at the glove, but they didn't ask about it, as they thought that it was just a silly teenage trend that he had adopted. He had also had to get use to the apparent increased strength of his hand; because he had had an accident the first day with it. He had been at his computer talking with BennyB and as he was typing, he punched harder than he had intended on the 'enter' button and his finger had gone clear through the board. As a result, he left a deep indent in his desk. Luckily, he was spared telling his parents about it since they had several extra keyboards in the basement.
Sam pulled into the parking lot of the school with Bumblebee and let out a loud groan.
"Bee, I am so not looking forward to this," he murmured.
The radio cut off the music it had been playing and Bumblebee's voice filled the inside of the car. "We could always leave," he offered.
Sam shook his head and sighed. "Nah, we can't do that buddy… I missed all of last week and it wouldn't be good to miss another day. Especially not with finals next week- I'll be lucky if I pass any of them." Sam told him.
He felt Bumblebee sink low on his shocks and he patted the steering wheel. He opened the door and got out; said a quick goodbye to Bumblebee, and he headed off into the building. As he walked inside, he was quickly attacked by Miles and his rapid fire questions about what happened to him last week.
"I had a family emergency," he lied.
Miles sighed in frustration and gave Sam his best glare.
"When are you going to stop all this crap man? We have been friends since we were two! We even ate glue together! Why won't you tell me what is going on?" He asked plaintively.
Sam felt his insides knot up a little with guilt. Out of everyone he knew, he hated lying to Miles most of all. Miles was like a brother to him.
"Look man, I really wish I could tell you, but I can't right now." Sam told him.
"Whatever..." Miles snapped and walked off.
Sam sighed again and headed to his locker. After he had gathered his things, he headed off to his first class. Sitting in his normal seat in the back; he slumped down, trying to keep a low profile. He tried to keep his gloved hand out of sight since he was already getting strange looks because of the fact that he was wearing a long sleeve shirt in almost ninety degree weather.
As class started; he noticed that Trent was there today, and he looked much the same as he always did except he had a small cast over his hand that kept his fingers from moving. He turned to look at him and gave him a look like he wanted to kill him. This made him unconsciously clench his other hand into a fist that snapped his pencil in half. Sam quickly turned back to the front of the room and tried to listen to what the teacher had to say about the finals.
Surprisingly, the first few classes ended with no complications. All the teachers accepted his excuse for why he had been gone all week and then they handed him all the work he needed to make up by the end of the week. Most of them were just work packets to help prepare for the big tests coming. It wasn't until he was halfway through his last class that he noticed that Mikaela wasn't there.
While he was worried about where she was, he was sure that nothing bad had happened. He heard the sound of something flying through the air and then felt a small quick pressure at the back of his head. He sighed again as he looked down at the floor and saw a paper ball come to rest by his foot. He turned in his seat and saw the grinning faces of Trent and his friends. Rolling his eyes, he went back to scribbling absently in his notebook.
The class dragged on and Sam soon found himself staring at a little bit of the exposed metal that was visible from between the glove and his sleeve. He started tracing the small plates that made it up with his eyes and was surprised when one or two of them shifted a little. He tried to see if he could do it on purpose, but no matter how hard he concentrated, the plates stayed still.
Finally the bell rang and jerked him out of his trance. He quickly gathered all of his things and made his way to the door. On his way to his locker; he was jumped by Miles again, who seemed to have gotten over his earlier bad mood. Sam had to bend over a little when Miles jumped onto his back.
"Damn it Miles, get off before I kick your ass!" Sam growled, his voice shaking a little from the extra weight.
Miles jumped down off of his back and Sam straightened with a groan.
"Dude, are you okay?" Miles asked as they made their way to Sam's locker.
"Yeah, I'm just a little tired- you know what I mean." He replied quietly.
He opened his locker and started to put some of the books that he needed into his bag, and just when he was going to close the door, it slammed shut in his face. He jumped back a little at the act and the sound, and on the other side of where the door had been stood Trent and a few of his friends. Sam knew the grin on the jock's face all too well: it promised pain and misery for someone. Normally, it was meant for him.
"Trent, it's a pleasure as always." Sam said, his normal sarcasm popping up and bleeding into his voice.
Trent's eyes narrowed at his comment, and he grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and pulled until he was closer to the taller man.
"You know, you have a smart mouth Witwicky," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Yeah and your breath could kill an ox right now," Sam said without thinking.
From the corner of his eyes, Sam could see Miles trying to cover up his laughter by looking shocked but he wasn't doing a very good job of it. Trent growled at the comment and his grip on Sam's shirt got tighter. The movement brought his attention to the fact that Trent was holding him with his left hand, when he normally used his right. It was then that he remembered that Trent's right hand was wrapped up so that it couldn't move.
"It's going to be kind of hard punching me with your hand wrapped up isn't it?" Sam asked snidely.
Trent grinned and shoved him against the locker. "That's what I have them for," He said and gestured towards to his two friends.
They moved to grab Sam's arms and hold them behind his back, and Sam tried to fight them but there wasn't much room for him to move between the three of them. They grabbed his arms and held them against the lockers, with his body struggling to get free. By this time, the hallway had cleared of people. Sam fought against the ones holding him but wasn't able to push himself more than a few inches away from the lockers. It didn't help that the extra weight of his arm was starting to catch up to him, either. He might have been used to the weight enough so that he could move, but if he was tired then it still was causing a problem.
Sam saw Trent pull back his left fist and get ready to punch him in the face or the gut when he stopped and started to stare at him. The inactivity caught his attention and made him wonder what had caused the jock to stop, so he looked around trying to see what it was. He saw that the hallway was still empty, and that not only was Trent staring, but also the other two men and Miles were as well.
It wasn't until he felt a cold breeze on his right arm that he figured out what they must be looking at. He glanced up at his arm and saw that the sleeve had fallen down well past his elbow, showing off the shining silver metal. He tried again to pull his arms away from Trent's friends, and the fact that they were in shock helped him since he was able to move away on the first try. He quickly grabbed his sleeve and pulled it back down so that it was covering his arm again, but he knew that the damage had been done.
He looked at all four of them and tried to say something when he looked at Miles whose face was a mix of shock and awe. Nothing came out but a strange gurgling noise and he quickly closed his mouth.
"What the hell?" Trent's voice was the first to be heard from his audience.
Sam snapped out of his own trance and quickly grabbed his bag and started to run off to the exit of the school. He burst through the double doors and into the blinding sunlight, and then ran to the parking lot.
'Can this day get any worse?' It was the only thought that ran through his head as he ran.
Will had only expected two things when he got home on that Friday: one was having a big pile of mail waiting for him and the other was having several messages waiting for him on his voice mail from Epps and the rest of his team. The former had been true; because when he walked up to the house, he almost tripped over the stack of mail that had piled up in front of the door. The latter had been more of a surprise, since everything had happened so suddenly the day they had gone to the hospital he had forgotten to take his cell phone with him.
So when he got home he found he had over a dozen new voice messages. Only one or two of them were from Epps, and the rest were from Sarah. He had almost yelled out in surprise when he realized who they were from, and he listened to the messages eagerly even though most of them were just her telling him that she was doing alright. A few had Annabelle making noises into the phone which made him both happy and sad. He then spent the rest of the weekend resting and trying to get a hold of Sarah, but she didn't answer her phone.
It was now five o'clock on Monday and Will threw his phone down on the couch after getting her voice mail for the millionth time. He ran his fingers roughly through his short hair and fought the temptation to scream. He heard heavy footsteps coming from the kitchen and sighed deeply. He knew who it was that was making those noises.
Ironhide had been trying to make his weekend easier and Will appreciated it deeply, but at the same time he was reluctant to have him around. It wasn't that he didn't like being around Ironhide all day long, more like he just needed to get used to seeing him instead of Sarah. At that moment, the smoke alarms began to scream as smoke started to pour out from the doorway that led into the kitchen.
"Fragging no good excuse for a machine." Ironhide's voice boomed from the kitchen.
Will rolled his eyes and made his way through the smoking doorway, grabbing a pillow from the couch as he walked. He strode into the kitchen, went straight to the back door, and used a door stopper so that it would stay open. The smoke started to drift out the open door, allowing him to breathe easier. He then proceeded to get over to the fire alarm and started to fan the pillow in front of it until the siren stopped. Will let out another sigh and turned to look at the damage that had happened to his kitchen. There was a smoking pot in the sink and noodles were lying all over the floor.
Standing in the middle of the mess was Ironhide, who was looking very angry. He shook the toaster as if he were strangling it, probably trying to get it to stop smoking.
"What the hell happened in here?" Will asked him with confusion in his voice.
Ironhide stopped what he was doing and looked around the room; as he seemed to have just noticed that Will was there.
"Ironhide... Were you trying... to cook?" Will questioned, trying hard not to laugh as he spoke.
Ironhide's gaze grew cold at Will's half hidden laughs. Will coughed a few times to try and stop himself from laughing; and once his laughter was under control, he moved to see what was in the smoking pot. His eyes widened significantly when he saw that there was nothing inside the pot.
"'Hide, what did you have in here?" Will asked as he wrinkled his nose from the bad smell.
"Water... and noodles," Ironhide said, looking anywhere but at Will sheepishly.
'Well that explains the mess on the floor,' Will thought. "And what happened to the toaster?" He asked after a moment.
"I was attempting to make toast... But this thing is..." He started, but then stopped to give the toaster another shake.
At the sudden jolt of motion, the toaster clicked and two slices of burnt black toast came shooting out. There must have been some pretty strong propulsion behind the springs, because they flew across the room and landed at Will's feet a few feet away. He nudged them with the tip of his toe and cocked an eyebrow at Ironhide.
"How exactly do you mess up toast?"
Ironhide growled and slammed the toaster down on the counter. He marched across the room and stopped in front of Will to glare at him. Will gulped as the tall muscular holoform man bore down on him like a pissed off Hercules who intended to beat the fire out of Hades.
"I assure you William that this situation is not in the least humorous..." His growl started to trail off, and Will noticed Ironhide's holoform eyes start to travel along his body. They traced the curve of his body, and he knew exactly what the Autobot was thinking of. Will put his hand against Ironhide's chest and pushed him back a little.
"Whoa there man..." Will said, not believing that he was in this situation again. "That is not going to happen right now. I still want to know what happened in here."
Ironhide growled again and glanced around the kitchen tersely. "I was trying to fix you something to eat seeing as how you have been neglecting your health these past few days." Ironhide said defensively.
Will slowly nodded, and then began to speak. "You know Ironhide... You don't have to try and do what Sarah did, such as fixing meals and cleaning. I don't expect you to change who you are."
'I can't believe I am saying these things.' Will thought. 'I sound like a woman trying to fix her temperamental boyfriend.'
Ironhide merely grunted in agreement and went to put the toaster back where he found it.
"What where you trying to make anyway?" Will asked as he started to sweep up the mess on the floor.
"From my search on the Internet, I found that the easiest meal to fix is something called Mac & Cheese." Ironhide told him gruffly. "I have seen Sarah prepare it several times for your youngling and it seemed simple enough to make."
Will laughed. "Cooking is a lot harder than it looks, even for something like Mac & Cheese."
"So I noticed." Ironhide mumbled.
Once they had gotten the floor cleaned up, Will filled up the now blackened pot with hot water and added soap to it so that he could clean it later. "Just tell me if you want me to eat something next time... As for now I'll have a sandwich okay?" Will offered those terms to him.
Ironhide frowned a little but nodded. So while Will made his sandwich, Ironhide stood back and observed him. The Cybertronian couldn't help but admire the human as he moved around the kitchen, and he could feel his spark start to pulse quicker. With each pulse, it became increasingly difficult for him to not march across the room and take him then and there.
As Will bent over to grab something from the bottom level of the refrigerator, Ironhide caught sight of the metal that now made up his spine. He saw a few of the metal plates shift slightly and wasn't completely sure, but he could have sworn that there was more of it now then there had been the first time he had seen it on the Captain's back. He pushed the thought out of his processors for the moment and focused on another fact.
Will had a spark now, and that meant that they could spark bond. He had heard of what it was like to be bonded with another, and from what Ratchet had told him. it was like nothing else in the universe. The thought of being truly understood by another living being, who was able to feel what the mech felt when the two are within a certain distance was something that appealed to him. He had always hoped that he would be able to know what that had felt like, but when the war had started, he felt that there was no chance of that happening.
In a way he was glad that he hadn't been able to bond before, otherwise he would never have the opportunity to do it with Will. The thought sent a pleasant shiver through both his holoform and his real body. Unable to hold it back any more, he once again walked over so that he was standing right behind Will. In one quick movement; he grabbed a handful of the man's backside, causing him to stand up faster than the eye could blink. When Will turned around Ironhide smashed his holoform's lips to Will's, cutting off whatever argument he was about to start. After a moment, he stopped trying to pull away and melted into his arms. Ironhide moved away, causing Will to whimper a little at the sudden loss of contact. Once he got his breath back, he glared at Ironhide, red-faced.
"Just needed something to tide me over," Ironhide said with a smirk that he had picked up from Jazz.
Will looked like he was about to say something when a small noise from the doorway stopped him. Both of them looked over and found Sarah standing there with a look of shock and slight amusement.
"S…Sarah!" Will stammered.
'Slag!' Ironhide thought.
"Will..." She said.
Will took a step in her direction, but stopped. His facial expression gave off the impression that he had just been punched in the stomach.
"S...Sarah...I-" He tried to speak but she cut him off.
"It's okay Will... It's just... Hearing about it and seeing it..." She trailed off.
Silence fell in the kitchen and the two just looked at each other.
Feeling slightly neglected, Ironhide finally spoke up. "Would you like for me to leave?"
The two jumped a little, having forgotten that he was there.
Sarah shook her head. "No... It's okay Ironhide. This concerns you too so you should stay."
Sarah moved to sit at the table and Will followed, and he sat next to her. After a minute, Ironhide sat at the far end, unsure of what would happen.
"Where is Annabelle?" Will decided to start the conversation with something he had been wondering since Sarah showed up.
"She is with my mother. I asked her to watch her for a little while." She told him quietly.
Will nodded his head and fell silent.
"Will has been trying to contact you for the past few days," Ironhide commented, thinking that she might like to be privy to that information.
Sarah let out a small laugh, but it sounded slightly forced. "Annabelle threw my phone into the toilet early Friday morning."
Will chuckled, and then his face fell at the mention of his cute little girl getting into trouble without him there to see it. Sarah put her hand on his and gave him a small smile.
"Don't worry." She started, "you will see her soon. I am only going to be staying throughout the rest of this week."
Will brightened up at that and held her hand inside his larger, warmer hand. "Has she said anything yet?" He asked, hoping that he hadn't missed her first word.
Sarah shook her head. "No, but she is starting to make more sounds like a truck. I think that when she does start to talk the first word out of her will be Ironhide's name."
Both of them laughed and looked over at Ironhide, who looked rather lost. This only made them laugh harder.
"What about you two?" Sarah asked after the laughter had died down. "Have you talked about things or are you acting like normal guys and avoiding the problem?"
Will rubbed the back of his head and looked away from his wife, but Ironhide was all too happy to answer.
"We have discussed it." He chimed in with a small grin at Will's discomfort.
"And?"
Before either one of them answered she understood. From the redness of her husband's face and the smug look on Ironhide's holoform it was all too clear what decision they had come to.
"Oh my..." She said in mock shock. "You two love each other."
Will's head snapped up with an expression of shock and Ironhide sat back, looking very proud of himself.
"Sarah, I..." He began.
"Don't! There is nothing that you need to say. I understand." She said quickly, all while holding his hand a little tighter.
Will looked into her eyes and saw that she did in fact understand. The mere thought of it amazed him, and made him start to feel warm inside.
"How can you be so understanding of this?" He asked her softly.
She laughed, a little nervously now. "Well because it's how I felt about you when we first met." Sarah murmured. "All my friends told me how crazy it was getting involved with a guy in the military, at least involved with a man beyond a one night stand. They all told me that you were only interested because you were getting shipped off soon and that I shouldn't get my hopes up. But I could feel deep down how you felt... how you still feel. I can see that your feelings for me haven't changed, they are just not as strong as the ones you have for Ironhide." She finished.
Will and Ironhide stared at her, Will from the pure shock and Ironhide at the earth woman's insight.
"But..."
"NO!" She shouted, and then calmed back down. "Look Will, I still love you... I will always love you and I know that you will always love me. It's that love that made you tell me the truth, and it's what kept you from just walking out on me for so long. You just have someone else now and I get that. You two were made for each other and there is no getting around that fact. So you need to just accept it and start being happy." She stated, shoving a finger into his chest and poking him.
Will rubbed his chest where she had just poked and thanked God that she hadn't done it a few inches to the right or else she would have jabbed her finger right onto the metal that covered his new spark. The metal was still sensitive and hot as hell; he had already burned a hole through one of his shirts and didn't want it to happen again. He held up his hands in defeat.
"Alright... alright, you win." He paused. "But what are you going to do?"
Sarah's eyes grew far away and she bit her lower lip. "I guess I can find a place, we can let Annabelle stay with..." She didn't get a chance to finish.
"NO!" Ironhide shouted, making them both jump from his sudden volume.
They both gave him a look that quite plainly said 'what the hell?'
"The Internet shows that sparklings that have their parents together often lead better lives than ones that are separated. You will stay here in this house." Ironhide commanded. His tone left very little room for argument.
"But Ironhide..." Will began.
Ironhide slammed his fist down on the table. "I won't hear any arguments from either of you. You will both stay here. Isn't it common for people on this planet who are not involved to live in the same house?" He asked impatiently.
"Well... yes, but the circumstances..." Sarah started hesitantly.
"They do not matter, Sarah. You claim that you still love him and that he still loves you. So with that logic you two should be able to stay in the same home even if you are not together anymore." Ironhide said flatly.
This time there was no room for argument so the two of them just nodded their heads. With that settled, Ironhide sat back down in his chair and carefully let out a sigh. He wouldn't tell anyone but he knew all too well what growing up without one of your creators around could do to a sparkling. One of his had left shortly after he had been given life by the AllSpark and he would be damned to the Pit if it was going to happen again when he (and his cannons) had something to say about it.
Will and Sarah talked some more for a little while before she stood up and said that she needed to be getting back to her mother's house. As she left, Will stood in the door way and watched her drive off.
"'Hide." Will said softly.
He grunted in response.
"Do you think everything will be okay?"
This made Ironhide think for a few moments at the thoughts that Will's question raised. Would everything be okay? He wasn't sure but he wanted it to be, since he hated seeing Will upset.
"In time I trust that things will work out just fine." He told him with finality.
Will sighed and closed the door. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt very tired.
Sitting alone in the dark base that he had constructed, Barricade was taking the time to recharge. He had worked endlessly for the past Earth week to make sure that everything was ready, and his power was dangerously low. Only then he took the time to rest. He knew that it wasn't good for him to push his systems like that, but it would be worse for his health if the base wasn't finished by the time Soundwave got there.
As the Decepticon sat there letting his body rest, a sudden ping brought him out of his musing. Annoyed for a moment at being bothered, he quickly examined the link to find out who had the nerve to try and contact him. His processor froze when he identified the signal as belonging to the only other Decepticon beside Megatron that he was afraid of. He opened the link and the cold unemotional voice of Soundwave filled his head.
::Designation Barricade, status update demanded.::
Had it been any other Decepticon that made the demand he would have threatened to slag them on the spot.
::Everything is ready for our lord's return. I will send you the location to the base as soon as you are within range.::
There was a pause before Soundwave answered.
::Query: where is the location of lord Megatron?::
Barricade clenched his fist in anger. He hadn't been able to find where the humans had hidden Megatron's body.
::Location unknown.::
He knew better than to try and explain why he hadn't been able to find out.
::Information required for instructions to be carried out.::
::The humans have learned not to keep the information on their computer network.::
He knew that Soundwave would have a solution since he always had several back up plans for any mission or situation.
::The information will be acquired when I arrive. Estimated time of arrival one Earth week.::
With that the transmission ended, leaving Barricade feeling a little cold on the inside. He tried to shake off the feeling that was left from the conversation but wasn't able to. He decided that he should take the time to get his systems back to full power or else he would be in no shape to carry out Megatron's orders when he came back. So he settled back down and tried to get his body to rest some more, and only after several hours was he able to start recharging again.
Optimus carefully scanned the area around the new base. All the human workers were almost finished making the adjustments to it, and soon they would be able to move in. Right now they had all left leaving the area empty of anyone who should not know about the Autobots. The base was big enough for everyone to have the space they needed, though of course the buildings that he was looking at now wasn't all that there was to the base. While there were several buildings on the surface, the base also extended deep under the ground, with many big long hallways and rooms big enough for even Jetfire to stand up in fully.
Ironhide was supposed to come out the next day to start building the cloaking and force field towers, and Optimus took another look around. He was going to have his work cut out for him, a human phrase he'd learned from his continued interaction with the humans. The surface area was big and would require no less than ten to fifteen towers to cover the entire area. That was the minimum for the field to work, and knowing Ironhide, he would want to put extras up to make sure that there was no blind spot. With such a large number to build, Optimus was sure that Ironhide would bully Ratchet into helping to build them, and since he didn't have anything to do or that he could do until the base was done he would also help.
Between the three of them they should be able to get at least six of them done in one day, though they wouldn't be high-quality towers. They didn't have the time or the bot power for that right now. They should be enough to serve them until some of the others arrive, mainly Red Alert. Once Red Alert arrives, he will be more than happy to build dozens of the towers. He was head of security and an expert on such things.
Optimus started walking around the area, carefully marking areas around the base where he thought the towers would work best. Once he was finished with that, he started traveling through the small city of buildings. Many of them were for the human solders who would be staying at the base, though there were a few buildings that they could go inside with their true bodies. The area of the base set under the ground was more where the Autobots would be residing. He hadn't seen it yet, but the blueprints that he was given showed much promise.
Optimus already planned which rooms would be used for what or for who. He was sure that the first thing Ironhide would do when he got there tomorrow was look for the best spot to have his practice range. It would get used a lot in the coming months, since Ironhide would want to constantly train Sam, Mikaela and Will on how best to use their new weapons and abilities. He didn't like it but Optimus knew it was for the best, they needed to be able to protect themselves in case they could not be there to do so.
After he was done walking through the buildings he decided to call Ratchet and have his opinion on the base. He knew that the medic would make his life slightly more difficult if he didn't like their new home, and he also knew that Ratchet would be getting more and more anxious until the new arrivals came. With his sparkmate nearing their location, he would soon start to feel the spark ache more intensely. The two of them had been apart for countless years and now they would soon be back together. It was going to drive the medic crazy until he was actually able to see Wheeljack with his own optics.
With nothing else to do until Ratchet got there, Optimus transformed into his truck form and rolled into an open building. He happily settled down in the middle of the room and decided to make sure that the others were alright. After getting detailed reports from all the other bots he settled down to wait.
Bumblebee had told him that Sam had some kind of confrontation with another human that went to his school. When Optimus asked what happened between Sam and the other human, all Bumblebee would say was that Sam was very upset about it and that he had refused any help in the matter.
"He said that it was his problem and that he needed to be the one to come up with a way to fix it."
The words of the young scout were clear over their comm link. Sam had a problem but didn't want any help with it- he wanted to fix it on his own. It was a good quality for the boy to have- that he was taking responsibility for himself and recognizing it was something he had to do. It was a quality that every Prime needed to have, but they also needed to be able to accept help from others. Ratchet had been the one to remind him of that just the other week.
He just hoped that whatever the problem was that Sam would be able to handle it.
Mikaela opened her eyes and let out a content sigh. She sank deeper into the passenger side seat of Jazz's alt form and rubbed her hand over the soft leather of the seat that she was sitting on. A gentle vibration began to come from the seat, which made her melt even more into it. A soft laugh came from next to her and she looked over at the man that was sitting on the driver's side seat. Jazz's holoform had on the biggest smile that she had ever seen, and his laughter was contagious. She couldn't help but laugh with him.
She was glad that she had convinced herself to skip school today and even more so that she had been able to convince Jazz to not rat her out, even though it hadn't taken much convincing since he wanted to spend the day with her. After their confessions and short make out session on her bed they had taken great pleasure in spending as much time as they could together. Throughout the day they had spent a good portion of it at her house just hanging around and talking about nothing important. Then they had gone out and 'cruised the city' as Jazz had called it, following lunch for her and a couple of trips through a car wash (done by hand).
By the end of it she finally knew why Sam enjoyed giving Bumblebee so many washes; not only was it a great thing for the bots to enjoy, but it was also a lot of fun for her as well. She had been thoroughly surprised by the reactions that she had gotten from Jazz. By the end of it, the silver Pontiac Solstice was left a shaking mess, and it had taken him almost ten minutes before he was able to form a solid holoform or drive in a straight line.
The movement of the car stopped and Mikaela got out with a short laugh, as they had come out to the outlook so that they could both be comfortable. She stepped back a bit, giving Jazz the room he needed to transform. She watched the light shine off of the many different parts as he shifted into his robot form. Once he was done, he lifted his arms above his head in what was obviously a stretch, jumping up and down lightly to work out any leftover kinks in his body. Even though he weighed who knows how many tons, when he landed on the ground after each jump, there were hardly any tremors to be felt in the ground.
Once he was done, he moved over to the edge and sat down, leaning back against the hardy tree that grew there. Mikaela was surprised at how strong the tree was compared to how it looked; and once he had settled, he looked back at her and gestured for her to come over to him. She hurried over to where he sat and was about to take a seat on the ground next to him when he gently lifted her up and sat her down on his thigh. She blushed a little at her position before leaning back so that her back was resting on his midsection.
His right hand came to rest right beside her and she wasn't at all surprised when he started to gently run his pointer finger along her normal leg. Ever since the past Friday, she found that Jazz was a very tactile mech. He just loved to have some kind of body contact with her, even if it was just holding on to one or two of her fingers. She found herself wondering if all the Autobots were like that or if it was just Jazz. Either way, she couldn't get enough of it.
Jazz's finger came to rest over her waist and he carefully curled it so he held her slightly. Mikaela let out another small laugh and placed both her hands on the large digit and ran them up and down the smooth surface. She felt it tighten just a little bit more and she was sure that it got a little warmer. The ebony-haired girl wiggled a little at the warmth that was now rising from her stomach. The movement caught Jazz's attention, and a deep chuckle came from his chest. The silver mech then carefully placed Mikaela back on the ground.
Standing up, he gave another stretch before he started to shift into his alt form. Once he was back in his car form, he turned on his holoform projector. He took Mikaela by her hand and led her over to his car form; he stepped up onto his hood and pulled her with him so that she was lying on top of him. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he slowly brought her down and gave her a long gentle kiss on the lips. The kiss didn't break until she needed air, and even then he didn't let her move too far off of him.
Once her breath came back, she began to slide her hands under his shirt exploring the hard muscle that he had there. There was a slight buzzing noise and the shirt disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place. Not wanting to be out done, Mikaela took a quick look around knowing that no one would be there. Then she slowly began to lift the edge of her shirt, enjoying the sight of Jazz's eyes eagerly following her progress. The higher up her shirt went, the wider his eyes got; and finally she tossed her shirt onto the ground, leaving her sitting on top of him in only her pants and her bra.
She leaned down and began to leave a trail of kisses from Jazz's midsection up along his chest and finally putting one on his lips. The series of groans that she got from him made her smile into each kiss. He began to run his hands up and down her back; enjoying the feel of her smooth silky skin, and his hands stopped when they reached the strap that held her bra on. He plucked at it for a few moments, debating on if he should try and take it off now or if they should go somewhere more private. Mikaela seemed to know what he was thinking because a second later he found himself being pulled off of his hood and into the back seat of his alt form.
Once they were inside, Jazz made sure to darken all of his windows so that if anyone did come by they wouldn't be able to see inside. Mikaela pushed him back so that he was lying down across the whole back seat. Unfortunately there wasn't enough room for his legs to fit, so he bent one so it was leaning against the back of the seat, and the other was in the space between the back and front seat. Once he was settled, Mikaela sat herself so that she was straddling his waist.
Warning! The following section contains material that is not intended for people who... Well why am I saying it like that? This section has two people doing the naughty thing that people do when they are happy... If you don't like that kind of thing or you are too young for it (I.E. If you are under the age 16 then I don't think that you should read it, but that's just me) then skip this and go to the second marker where it ends. Thank you and have a nice day ^_^
She took his hands in hers and brought them back where they had been on her back. She saw a devious smile spread across his face when she did this. He slowly and carefully began to unhook the strap, and once it was open she let the straps fall over her arms and let the whole thing fall onto Jazz's chest. He picked it up and smiled up at her. A blush spread across her slightly freckled cheeks and she took it from him. She then dropped it onto the floor, making sure that it was out of his reach.
Mikaela was a little nervous, regardless of what the people at school thought or said she had never actually gone all the way with anyone. She had always wanted to wait until she found the person that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and now that she knew that person was Jazz she was more than happy to take that next step. The sudden slight pressure on her chest brought her back to what she should be focusing on; and she looked down and saw how mesmerized Jazz was by the newly exposed flesh. She too was transfixed with it- not her breasts as she had gotten over looking at them a long time ago- but she was transfixed by the new shiny metal that had taken root on her chest. She could feel the rapid pulsing of her new spark and it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Having fun?" She teased.
"If this is how y'all get down I think that I can get into it." Jazz said with a grin, and he brought his hands back down to hold her waist.
Mikaela laughed and pushed down with her hips, grinding against him. The action brought a loud moan from Jazz and a small whimper from her as well. She could feel his erection pushing up against her and wondered if it was as real as it felt. Deciding to find out she began to undo his pants and soon found the material had vanished in her hands as soon as she grasped it. She now sat on top of a completely naked holoform version of Jazz who was without a doubt the most impressive guy she had ever seen. His erection was lying flat against his stomach and her eyes went wide at it. She had seen videos and pictures of them before but seeing one for real was somehow different.
She ran a hand over the imitation organ and heard a sharp intake of breath from the man under her. The feeling was strange at first, but she quickly got used to it. Putting a little more pressure on it, she was happy to hear a long groan from her lover.
"Having fun?" Jazz couldn't help but tease back.
She slapped him lightly on his chest and laughed, the noise melodious and welcome. "Shut up." She told him.
He cupped her face in his hands and brought her down for a long, passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he saw her face full of a glorious scarlet color which also trailed down her neck. Running one hand along her side, he used his other to start undoing the small belt that was wrapped around her waist. Once the belt had been undone; Jazz tried to get the button undone, but for some reason the little metal clamp would not do as he wanted it to. Mikaela couldn't help but giggle at his growing frustration.
"Such a super advanced alien robot and you get beaten by a little human button?" She cooed at him, brushed his hands away and undid the button herself.
Jazz's comeback was lost as she slowly lowered the zipper and revealed the black silk fabric underneath. She didn't make any move to remove the pants fully and she gave him an evil smile that he returned after a moment. She wasn't sure how he had done it, but one minute she was sitting on top of him and the next he was towering over her a grin wide across his face that showed almost all of his teeth. He leaned forward and Mikaela tilted her head back a little waiting for the soft kiss that she thought was coming… Only it never did.
She opened her eyes and saw his face inches from her own, and his blue eyes seemed to glow a little with his excitement. She tried to move forward to get the contact that she wanted, but he used one hand to gently keep her down. She could feel his other hand slowly moving her jeans down her thighs and before she knew it, they were in a pile on the floor. What surprised her was the fact that he had been able to do this without moving off of her. Now lying only in her underwear, she felt a shiver go through her entire body. But since Jazz was keeping her from moving, she wasn't able to shake with it like she wanted to.
She groaned in frustration but refused to beg, she knew that is what he wanted her to do; but she was stronger than most people gave her credit for. Deciding to try and turn things in her favor, she reached up with one hand and applied a small amount of pressure on one of his nipples, and she was rewarded with a moan that reverberated through her.
"That won't work little lady." Jazz crooned as he started to attack her neck.
Leaving a trail from her neck down her collarbone, she found that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from giving him what he wanted. After several more agonizing minutes of his ministrations Mikaela finally broke and gave in.
"P-p-please J-Jazz!" She cried out as he began to gently nibble on the spot just behind her ear.
At her words, his entire body froze and he moved so that he could look her in the eyes.
"What was that?" He asked quietly.
"Please Jazz, no more teasing… I can't take any more of it." She told him softly.
She knew that now that she had given in to him that he would try and get her to do it again the next time and every time after that… but right now she did not care.
"That's what I've been wanting to hear." He replied with satisfaction.
She heard the sound of something ripping and found that she was now completely naked underneath Jazz. She felt warm all over from both her own body heat and the heat from her lover's. Jazz bent down and kissed her gently again before asking her;
"Are you sure you want this?"
At first she was shocked that he would ask that after everything that has happened so far, but then she figured that he wanted to make sure that she was actually alright with what they were about to do.
"I want it more than anything." She answered him.
He nodded his head before he very slowly began to enter her, gently holding her hips down as he went. He would only go in an inch or so at a time, giving her time to get use to the strange new feeling. He had read somewhere on the Internet that the first time tended to hurt and he wanted to keep as much pain as he could out of it. Mikaela moaned and wiggled under him as he continued to push inside, and to her it felt like forever before he finally settled in as far as he could go. They both let out a content sigh when he was settled and for the longest time all they could do was stare at each other with passion.
Then very slowly he began to pull back, causing a long low moan to come from her. He pulled out almost all the way before he began to push back inside. Mikaela could hardly breathe as he continued to slowly move in and out; and she grabbed for one of his arms and held the firm muscled appendage tightly. Jazz had started to quicken his pace and was now moving in and out at a steady rate, and she could barely make out the soft sound of him grunting over the rushing sound that filled her ears.
"J-Jazz..." She softly called out his name, unsure if he heard her pleas for him to move more quickly.
The speed began to pick up and Jazz's car form began to shake as he came closer and closer to his climax. Mikaela could hardly keep track of anything anymore as the movement continued to climb. They were both near their end, and any minute they would both fall over into the waiting darkness that was calling to them. One last long hard push from Jazz had him calling out Mikaela's name but his voice was full of static, and it was followed by several clicking and grinding sounds.
Mikaela felt Jazz push hard into her and she could feel an electric current run through her entire body, sending every nerve she had over the edge. The pulses raced through her and lasted for what seemed like hours; the feeling caused her own climax to surge forward and she shouted out Jazz's name as she threw her head back. The moment lasted for several minutes before both of them fell into each other, too exhausted to move more than a inch.
The fun section is now done and you can now go back to reading the story if you are one of the aforementioned people who would not or cannot read it.
Jazz's alt form sank almost to the ground and his hood opened, letting out a large puff of steam that floated into the sky that was showing the sight of the setting sun. Jazz's holoform stayed where it was lying on top of Mikaela; and he was so tired he wanted to shut down the projection and go into recharge right then, but he didn't want to just leave Mikaela lying there. The beautiful girl who had stolen his spark had passed out after her peak and was now lying there, unmoving, except for the rise and fall of her chest. Jazz could hardly see anything except a warning sign telling him his power was very low. Carefully, he turned off as many things that he could to save power. Once he was sure that he would have enough power to keep the holoform solid for at least a little while, he moved her body so that he could lie next to her and he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her warm.
His holoform's eyes closed and he quickly fell into his recharge cycle, with the last thought on his mind considering how much fun it was going to be when he needed to go see Ratchet to get his systems repaired.
Well there you go the chapter is now done and I thank you all for reading. For all of you who were waiting for Jazz and Mikaela to get down with their bad selves... You now have it and I hope that you liked it. I must admit that it was slightly hard for me to do seeing as I am a guy. It was a little difficult for me to get into the mind set of Mikaela and describe what her reactions would be and all that. A big thanks to AngelicCrossplay for helping me with it though, I couldn't have done it without her advice.
Any way... We now have two of our main couples together and they have gone and had their naughty fun so who is left? I feel like I am forgetting someone... Oh right Sam and Bumblebee... My bad.
Don't worry they will have their moment soon, and if things go like I want it will be something to see.
Enough of that for now thank you all for reading I hope that you liked it.
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