So this chapter has been edited, and some details on the coloration of certain bots have been fixed! I plan on changing a few other details later in the story, and in order to fully understand things happening in the latest chapter, you should pay close attention to this one! I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!
(Clare's POV)
The Autobots pulled into a neighboring ally right next to our house, stopping to let each of us humans out. Hopefully they wouldn't transform or bring any unnecessary attention to themselves; I don't know how to explain giant alien robots to my parents.
"I need you to stay here and watch them ok?" Sam was telling Mikeala when I walked up to them.
"And how do you suppose I do that?" She quipped.
"Just watch them and make sure they don't do anything! Clare you stay here and help her ok?"
I shrugged. "Sure, but if they really want to do something we can't stop them Sam." I certainly wasn't getting stepped on without a good reason. So if shit did go down I was going to stand aside and watch with my bag of popcorn.
He gave me a look before sprinting around the side of the house. I could hear him talking to Uncle Ron only seconds later about us not doing our chores, then him asking where I was. Great job Sam! How are you going to explain that one? While I was distracted by the conversation, sounds of transformation went on behind me.
Mikeala's panicked voice is what caught my attention. Looking over my shoulder, my eyes landed on the Autobots all standing there in their bipedal forms, throwing their disguises to the wind. "What are you doing?" I whisper yelled at them. "This is a residential neighborhood someone might see you!"
"We must get the glasses." Optimus informed me again. He made a hand motions towards both sides of my house causing the other Autobots to break off and silently surround it. I nearly had a freaking panic attack when this happened for several reasons! They were giant robots that were trying to be all inconspicuous and shit by peering into windows and around walls. The main issue here: THEY WERE GIANT ROBOTS!
"No! Nonononononono!" I ran over and tugged on Bee's foot as he tried to look around a corner at Sam and Uncle Ron. "No Bee! Back up!" He hummed and slid back out of sight thankfully. Unfortunately, Uncle Ron saw me before I could hide again, gesturing me over. Shit!
"Clare your chores aren't done." He told me sternly.
"I know! I'll get them done ASAP, I promise!" I sighed gratefully when Uncle Ron just nodded, turning back and disappearing into the house. But my relief didn't last that long as the ground rumbling behind Sam and I. We both turned around in time to see Optimus and the others trying to creep across the lawn.
Sam started freaking out like a total spaz when the Autobot leader stepped around Uncle Ron's fountain. "What are you doing? Where are you going? Watch the path! Watch the path please!?" He dodged around Optimus' huge ass foot with his hands held out in front of him, like that would stop a huge ass robot from stepping on anything. "NOOOO! WAIT NOOOO!"
And then Optimus accidentally stepped on the fountain and crushed it...
"Oh shit." I muttered.
"Oops. Sorry, my apologies." Optimus apologized.
Mikeala and I stood there with Sideswipe who had come over to stand near me. We watched, amused, as Sam proceeded to freak out. "You couldn't wait-I-You couldn't wait for five minutes? I asked you to wait for five minutes and you couldn't do it!" His eyes shot over in our direction in a heated glare. "Really Clare? You couldn't watch them for five minutes?"
I threw my arms up in the air. "What the fuck am I supposed to do to stop them?! Spank them with the garden hose?" I sneered at him. Something rushed past my foot and I looked down to see Mojo go running past me, over towards Ironhide. Before I could do anything the dumbass dog lifted his leg and peed right on his foot.
Sam saw him and started yelling at him. "No! Mojo off the robot!"
"YIP!" Mojo squealed when Ironhide lightly kicked him.
"Ugh, wet!" Ironhide grunted as he shook his foot.
"Nononononono! Easy!" Sam scooped Mojo up and held his hands up in a placating motion.
Ironhide powered up his massive cannons and pointed them at Mojo. "It seems that you have a rodent infestation. Shall I terminate?"
I walked over and tapped on Ironhide's clean foot, causing him to look down at me curiously. "That's a dog Ironhide. He's our pet Chihuahua, not a rodent even though he's a pest like one. Please don't shoot him or else Sam will cry."
Ironhide just stared at me momentarily before resuming pointing his cannons at Mojo. "He's leaked lubricants all over my foot." He growled.
Sam looked down at Mojo and scolded him. "No! Bad Mojo! Bad Mojo!"
I giggled when Ironhide repeated him. "Bad Mojo." He said in his deep, rough timbre.
That was when I noticed Sideswipe and Sunstreaker smirking at Ironhide. I raised a brow at them and patted Ironhide's foot again to get his attention. "I can wash that later so that it doesn't rust. That is, if you don't mind a human touching you." I offered.
He picked his foot up and shook it slightly. "Perhaps afterwards." He agreed, before he put his cannons away and walked off. Sam looked like he might piss himself from sheer relief.
We didn't even have time to talk to each other before Optimus was right there, prompting us for the glasses again. "We must have the glasses as soon as possible." He urged.
"Alright! Alright!" Sam told him as he turned and stepped around Optimus' foot, going towards the house. "Just please be quiet! Please! And turn off that light!" He snapped at Ratchet.
"Just hurry." Optimus urged more insistently.
Sam finally disappeared into the house leaving us all standing there, waiting for him. My boredom finally made me to turn to Mikeala in order to make some small talk. "So do you like Sam?"
Her head whipped in my direction, a surprised look resting in her eyes. "Do I like him?" She repeated less than calmly.
"Yeah do you like his goofy, non-popular, nerdy self?" I chirped making Sideswipe, who had come over to stand near us, laugh at me. Reaching out I cuffed his leg in a silent reprimand to tell him to be quiet. "I mean I know that he's not muscular, or the definition of every girl's dream guy, but he's a good person... even if he is a total loser."
She cracked a small grin. "You're so nice to him aren't you?"
I shrugged nonchalantly. "He may be my cousin but I've lived with his family almost all my life. He's more like an older brother, so I have to tease him and drive him nuts. Otherwise he wouldn't know that I love him." I informed her seriously and, for a point that I will not mention, I loved seeing Sam embarrassed and floundering.
She shook her head at me. "Sam's lucky to have you."
"No, not really. I'm luckier to have them." I looked towards the house or, more specifically, at the light shining from Sam's room. "If it hadn't been for my Aunt and Uncle I would have ended up in an orphanage or a foster home somewhere. I count myself lucky every day that I came here instead."
"Your parents?"
I ignored the flare of pain inside me and shrugged to make it seem like I didn't care. "They didn't want me." The muscles in my body tightened as I clenched my left fist. Why had they branded these marks all over my body if they were only going to toss me aside like garbage? I knew that I never meant anything to them but... I shook my head lightly to dispel the thoughts.
It's not like I would have been able to stew in my pain for any longer because Optimus came over to us, plucking Mikeala and I up from the ground. "We must get the glasses now." He lifted us up to Sam's window, enticing another panic attack from my cousin when he saw us there.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" He moaned.
"They are in a really big hurry." Mikeala rolled her eyes and stepped off of Optimus' palm into Sam's room.
I followed after her, hopping down from the comfy hand I had been sitting on. "Where do we look Sammy?" My eyes roamed around the room briefly as a thought occurred to me. "Oh and point out your porno stash in advance so that I can avoid it like the plague."
Sam gave me an exasperated and embarrassed look. "Why would you even say that? Why?!" He grabbed a black shoe box that Mikeala had been about to look in and stuffed it under his mattress. "There it is, no worries now right?!" He stressed.
"Right." Together the three of us tore through the room looking for the glasses, and it didn't escape my notice that once or twice a large black head peered into Sam's window curiously. I laughed internally at Sideswipe. "Sam what did you last... your backpack! Where is your backpack? You had them in there!" I got up and moved past the window in time to see Ratchet trip over a power line and hit the ground, causing a large shockwave to shake the house and knock the power out.
Almost immediately I heard Uncle Ron freaking out downstairs. "EARTHQUAKE! JUDY GET UNDER THE TABLE!"
I laughed under my breath both at my Uncle, and at Ratchet whom I could hear from here saying something that sounded like, "That was tingly! You've got to try that!" with an almost giggly voice.
Ironhide looked down at him and muttered a gruff. "Yeah that looks fun." Right before he walked away.
"That does look fun." A deep roguish voice commented. I looked over at Sideswipe and grinned. "Weirdo."
Sam calling my name drew my attention back inside. "What Sam?"
"Please Clare, talk to them and make them quiet down!" He looked to be on the verge of a massive breakdown with sweat pooling down his face. I kind of felt bad for him… well a little bit.
With a sigh I turned back to Optimus and waved him in a little closer. "Can you please just be quiet before Sam has a mental breakdown or something? We will find the glasses okay? Sam's room is just a mess so it's going to take a minute or two."
"Please hurry." Optimus urged me.
I nodded to him and slipped back into the window. With hurried movements I swept through Sam's room looking for his black backpack. Like looking through any irresponsible teenage boy's room, it was impossible to find what you were looking for, especially when said boy's concerned parents knocked on the door.
All of us snapped upright as Uncle Ron's voice filtered through the door. "Sam you know the rules! No locked doors in my house!"
"Ron!" Aunt Judy scolded him. "He might be having his happy time in there."
Sam groaned in embarrassment, probably because the girl of his dreams heard that and gave him an amused look. "Just hide ok? Stay over here and be quiet." He gestured for her to hide behind a shelf, before he went to answer the door.
"Sam you know he'll start counting if you don't open the door!" Aunt Judy yelled.
"One! Two! Three!" Uncle Ron started loudly, saying each number through the door.
"Oh dear! Sam he's counting!" Aunt Judy called back.
A bright light washed over us, prompting me turn in time to see Ratchet shining his searchlight into the window. "Nonononono! Ratchet no! Turn it off!" I rushed over to the window and poked my head out. "Stop that! Turn that light off!" The aforementioned bot looked at me oddly, the others gathered around while shifting in anticipation. "Look if my Aunt catches you she's going to do something crazy like call the military on you! So turn the light off!"
"Clare! Clare! Make them turn that light off! Dad's gotten to fifteen!" Sam panicked.
Seeing as how the bot was not listening to me I had to resort to drastic measures. This consisted of me jumping from the window onto his face startling him into stumbling and falling flat on his ass; causing another shockwave to hit the house. I could vaguely hear my Uncle yelling about another earthquake or something, not that I was paying much attention as I scrambled to hold onto Ratchet's face. He finally turned off his light and held up his hand for me to drop down onto, which I did happily.
Ratchet scowled at me. "That was reckless bratling." He scolded me.
I scowled back and patted his metal cheek sharply. "Then learn to listen more Ratchy!" I heard a snicker from Sideswipe and another from Jazz making me scowl at them. "It is soooo not funny! You almost made Sam's poor little virgin mind have an epic breakdown! I know that you need the glasses but making him freak out is counterproductive to your goal, okay? So just sit here and wait for us to come back."
"Just hurry."
"Yeah, yeah I heard you the first ten times you said that!" I snarked, as I scaled down Ratchet's seated form until my feet hit solid ground. I had barely even turned towards the door when the sound of tires screeching across asphalt hit my ears, lights flooding over the house. Metal shifted behind my back, leaving me standing there with a bunch of aliens disguised as cars.
Humans in black came running around the side of the house with guns making me curse. "Awww fucking pancakes!" I turned around at the sound of engines revving. The Autobots, except for Optimus, were quickly backing off and fleeing the scene leaving me alone with him.
"We will be watching." He told me before he too drove off.
A multitude of clicking sounds hit my ears seconds later, obviously from the guns that the people were now pointing at me. With a sigh I turned and held my hands above my head as one of them, obviously the guy in charge and total asswad, stepped towards me while waving some sort of scanner. It started beeping extremely loudly, making my ears ring. "It's red hot! Tag her and bag her!" He ordered.
Immediately I was being cuffed and dragged around the house where I could hear Aunt Judy yelling at a soldier who had Mojo on a dog stick. "You better not hurt my dog or I'll kick your ass!" She yelled at them.
"Don't say anything Sam!" Uncle Ron told us. "You too Clare! Don't say a word until we get a lawyer!" Then he was put into another vehicle.
Sam, Mikeala, and I were shoved in a different truck, myself being seated on the far left. The guy holding the scanner ran it over me while looking over a small plastic bag that had Sam's phone in it. "So Ladiesman217... from eBay? That is your username right?" He turned towards us and held out Sam's phone.
Mikeala gave Sam a weird look making him stammer. "Yeah! Yeah but it was a typo and I ran with it!"
I snorted. Liar.
"What do you make of this?" The man pressed again as he played Sam's voice recording from that night in the junkyard.
Both Mikeala and I glared at him. "Yeah that sounds like Ladiesman." Mikeala agreed looking sideways at Sam.
"Uh huh... I also heard that you told a police officer that your car transformed." He looked between the three of us seriously, raising an eyebrow in question. "Enlighten me."
"Are you on drugs?" I asked him. "Because I'm pretty sure that the cop that interviewed us was on drugs too. Cars do not transform idiot! They're fucking cars! We drive them! Our car is a regular fucking Camaro, stupid!"
Sam quickly nodded his head. "Yeah she's right. I think I was a little tired that night or something."
"Yeah cars don't do that." Mikeala agreed.
What's-his-name just stared intently at me before jamming a badge in my face. "I'm Agent Simmons from Sector seven girly... and this here is my 'I can do whatever I want and get away with it badge'. So you better not mouth off to me again alright?"
"Oooh I'm so scared! I bet you wear Hawaiian boxers and dance the hula in your free time." I snorted making Mikeala laugh at me.
His gaze snapped to her and narrowed. "I wouldn't be laughing juvenile delinquent. Bad things could happen to that father of yours, who just so happens to be on parole."
That shut her up instantly. Sam turned to her in surprise. "It was nothing big Sam." She told him.
"Oh? Grand Theft Auto isn't big?" Simmons sneered at her. "And that reject father she has got her in on it too-"
"Can you cut the crappy little 'I'm a big man with a badge' shit already and tell us why we're here?" I interrupted him as Mikeala's face erupted into an expression of anger and hurt. She gave me a grateful look to which I just smirked and nodded.
Simmons looked at me for a brief moment. "What do you kids know about aliens?"
Sam floundered like an idiot as usual so I answered quickly. "I've seen E.T. if that means anything." I offered helpfully.
"Hahaha you're a real joker aren't you?" He fake laughed at me, then the badge was suddenly in our faces again. "Here's the 'do what I want and get away with it badge'... start talking."
"Don't listen to him Sam." Mikeala glared at Simmons. "He's just pissy because he has to get back to guarding the mall."
Simmons glared back at her as I laughed at his expense. "I can easily arrange for your father to never get out of prison missy. Would you like that?"
"Someone needs to get laid." I sang obnoxiously. Honestly, we needed to get out of here or else Mikeala and I were going to punch Simmons right in that aquiline nose of his.
His gaze whipped back in my direction. "You, girly, are pushing it."
I opened my mouth to tell him off again when I felt another large swell of electric energy wash over me. My mouth curved into a condescending smirk. "No I think that it's you who's pushing your luck." I told him.
"Who do you think you-" The truck suddenly jerked as large hands dug into the roof and started ripping at it. Simmons yelled out as he ducked down to cover his head against the glass shattering around us.
The roof was ripped free from the truck, revealing Optimus standing there. The impressive Autobot leader tossed the shredded roof of the truck aside carelessly.
"Oooh, you asswads are in big trouble now." I giggled and waved to Optimus. "HI OPTIMUS!"
"Simmons I would like you to meet our friend Optimus Prime." Sam introduced with a wicked grin. Oooh Sammy was enjoying watching Simmons squirm. Good on ya mate!
"Taking the children was a bad move." Optimus growled out. "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons." He commanded.
I whipped around in time to see the other Autobots jump off of a bridge nearby. Soldiers gathered around us defensively, trying to surround them while pointing their weapons towards the metal men. It's funny that as soon as giant robots returned the favor towards the humans they look ready to shit themselves.
"Whoa whoa!" Simmons yelled with his hands held up in a motion of surrender.
Each and every gun the men held suddenly went flying straight from their hands into Jazz's, leaving them all defenseless and scared as hell.
"That is so fucking cool!" I shouted in awe earning myself a smirk from Jazz. He didn't actually say anything though which was disappointing.
Optimus kneeling down in front of Simmons finally caught my attention. Ooooh I wanted to see the little jerkoff shaking like a leaf in fear.
"Hi there." Simmons greeted in a strained tone.
Optimus peered at him intently. "You don't seem afraid." His optics shot over to me briefly before returning to Simmons again. What was that all about? "Are you not surprised to see us here?"
"Uhhh, that goes against S7 protocols. I'm only authorized to communicate with you except to tell you that I can't communicate with you, okay?" Simmons told him.
Optimus frowned at him. "Get out of the car."
"Ok. Ok. No need to get angry." Simmons told him.
Optimus only growled. "Now!"
That got Simmons moving quickly.
Sam, Mikeala, and I stepped out of the car too as Mikeala hurried to help us out of our handcuffs. "So you're good with handcuffs now too huh?" Sam muttered.
I glared at him and smacked him so hard in the back of the head that he fell onto the concrete. "Don't be such an ass Sam!"
He scrambled up and turned, completely ignoring me, to look at Mikeala who was looking at him with hurt in her eyes. "Sam I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in. When have you ever had to sacrifice something in your perfect little life?"
"Never." I agreed with her.
The expression on Sam's face changed slightly. "I'm sorry Mikeala... I didn't know." He told her.
"Sure." She smiled softly at him. "Let's go back to Robocar." She turned and winked at me making me grin at her. Together the three of us walked over to where Simmons was being interrogated by the Autobots. Sam got in his face with Mikeala while I walked over to where Sideswipe was standing. He had these wicked blades attached to his wrists.
"Dude, I thought that it couldn't get cooler than the whole electro hand thingy that Jazz did." I looked up at him in awe. "So cool."
He grinned at me.
Before I could say anything else Bee, who was standing between Sideswipe and Optimus, popped something out of his crotch. I looked at him weirdly as a stream of liquid shot past me, soaking Simmons. "Are you pissing on him?" I asked, trying not to laugh.
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man." Optimus chastised him.
"Nononono! Keep pissing on him!" I whispered conspiratorially, nudging Bee's foot to make sure that he was paying attention to me. He chirped down at me brightly in response. However, he did stop, much to my displeasure, after Optimus gave him a stern reprimanding look.
"So sad." I sighed in defeat. By now Sam and Mikeala were handcuffing the men up in a line on their knees, and it only got better...
Mikeala walked around Simmons like she meant business. "Alright big guy take it off." She stopped in front of him expectantly.
"Take what off?"
"Your clothes." She smiled sickly sweet at him. "I'm going to teach you not to talk shit about my dad."
I couldn't help but to snort out a laugh when he actually listened to her and stripped his suit jacket, shirt, and pants off. And my laughter only grew when I saw what he was wearing underneath! A white superman beater, and some aloha Hawaii shorts. I busted out laughing and snapped a quick picture on my phone before scrolling through my songs for one that just fit the situation entirely.
"Raindrops keep falling on my head. And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed. Nothing seems to raindrops are falling on my head. They keep fallin'. So I just did me some talkin' to the sun. And I said I didn't like the way he got things done. Sleepin' on the job. These raindrops keep falling on my head They keep fallin'."
Simmons whipped in my direction with an intense glare. "YOU ARE DEFINITELY GOING TO JAIL MISSY! I'VE HAD ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOUR WISE CRACKS!" Yeah, real convincing and scary when he was being handcuffed to a pole in aloha Hawaii boxers by a teenager girl.
"Yeah sure. Come find me whenever you get out of those handcuffs Simmybear." I did turn the song off when Optimus shook his head at me. So fucking tragic I swear! Carefully slipping my phone into my hoodie pocket I stood next to Bee and Sideswipe.
"I'm going to hunt you down." He threatened me.
"Good luck. I'll give you my address if you want it. It's 1-8-8-you're a fucking tool-Street." I quipped sarcastically.
Sam and Mikeala walked over towards us. "We are so going to get along!" Mikeala grinned at me.
"Call me crazy but I think you're right. I was worried that you were a total preppy bitch! How glad am I that I was wrong!" We grinned at each other brightly; at least until the sound of more tires screeching was heard. What was up with everyone going over the speed limit anyways? More darkly tinted trucks sped down the street towards us, but that's not all. Oh no. They had helicopters flying above them as back up!
"Optimus incoming!" Ironhide shouted as he slammed his cannon into the ground and fired it, causing an energy burst to race through the earth towards the incoming vehicles. It somehow, don't ask me why, made all of their tires pop.
The others all shifted down to car mode and took off, with the exceptions of Optimus and Sideswipe, the latter opening his passenger door for me. I quickly stepped in and we took off; leaving Sam and Mikeala with Optimus who picked them up in his hand. I didn't see what happened after that because Sideswipe turned the corner with his asshole brother right beside us.
"Why do you have the organic in you?" Sunstreaker's dark, sexy, yet irritating voice came through the speakers.
"Because I was closest to her." Sideswipe responded.
I piped in playfully to irritate Sunstreaker. "Because he likes me!" I sang.
"That too." Sideswipe laughed. "Aww come on Sunny, she's cool for a human."
I sat there in confusion for a moment because I hadn't heard Sunstreaker talk. Weird. Then I caught what Sideswipe had said about me. With a huff I crossed my arms over my chest and kicked at his dashboard.
Sideswipe swerved before regaining control. "What was that for?"
"Hmph! Pretty cool for a human? Bitch I'm cooler than the other side of the pillow!" I snapped my fingers at him. "Mmm hmmm!"
"The other side of the pillow?" He echoed in confusion.
"Family Guy reference. Anyways, you know that I'm awesome!" This was probably not the best time or place to be having an argument with a giant robotic alien, but I was never known for having a good attention span.
"You are." He agreed as he sped up to avoid being seen by a helicopter. We drove down into one of the drain off things that ran underneath a bridge. Ahead of us I could see Optimus hiding in the underside of the bridge. Bee was driving towards him from the opposite direction.
I focused in on something dangling precariously from Optimus… or more like someone... "Holy ballcakes, is that Sam and Mikeala?!" Even though my question was more rhetorical Sunstreaker, that ass, decided to answer me.
"What does it look like Squishy?"
I didn't answer him. I wouldn't answer him until he referred to me by name. Not that I had really heard him because as soon as he started speaking Sam and Mikeala went free falling towards the ground. "SAM!" I screamed, in fear that he would die.
Optimus tried to slow their fall with his foot but completely failed as they bounced off, and at that height they were going to be killed...
I almost covered my eyes as I watched the only brother I ever had plummeting to his death, only to perk up in disbelief when a flash of yellow and black caught them mid fall. Oh my god I was so going to kiss Bee senseless when I saw him next! In fact!
Since we were so close I hopped out of Sideswipe and sprinted over to where Sam was standing with Mikeala and Bee. Sam opened his arms for a presumed hug but I bypassed them; waving Bee down to my level where I kept my self-made promise and kissed his metal cheeks senseless! "If you want a wash or even a wax when we get home just ask okay? I owe you for saving Sammy double whammy!" I wiped at my eyes which had tears gathering in the edges. Bee only chirped at me and caught the single tear trailing down my cheek. "It's nothing Bee... I'm just happy."
Without waiting for a response I turned and tackled Sam in a hug. Then I reared back and punched him so hard that he hit the ground. "You asshole! How dare you make me worry like that?!"
"Oww... Amazon." Sam clutched at his rapidly bruising cheek and whimpered. He looked up at me to say something when his eyes suddenly widened in shock towards something over my shoulder.
I whipped around in time to see a wire cable, attached to a harpoon of sorts, wrap itself around Bee's arm. "BEE!"
Another was fired from a different helicopter a small ways away; the momentum forced Bee to scramble around in a circle. "STOP! STOP!" Sam yelled. "He's not fighting back!"
They didn't listen to us. They shot several more harpoons at Bee until he was forced to the ground. When I looked back over Sideswipe and Sunstreaker for help they were gone, making me want to curse them out for being chickens. Instead I ran around Bee's head and clutched at it as he whined in obvious pain. "Leave Bee alone assholes!" We were surrounded by trucks and helicopters, men with guns taking aim at us. They forced Sam and Mikeala to their knees and ordered me to leave Bee and do the same, only I refused to let go. "No! He didn't do anything!" I protested. One of the men grabbed onto me and tried to tug me back but I resisted, easily shrugging him off. Bee had saved Sam! I wasn't going to leave him alone!
At least I didn't intend to but a sharp, painful burning sensation in the base of my skull erupted into an excruciating shocking sensation. It took me to my knees, then to my stomach as I fell beside Bee's head. He looked at me worriedly, chirping and whirring in distress.
Everything started going black, and my body was dragged away. The last thing I saw was the humans spraying him with something making his thrashing and whirring increase in volume. Then everything went dark…
A dull beeping in my ears was the first thing that I noticed upon waking up. The second was that I could not move and I felt strangely cold. I opened my eyes, taking in the bright white ceiling first through groggy, muddled vision. I blinked the fog away and tugged at my wrists to try and move, but they were restrained with strong metal restraints. Why? My arms and legs were bare; the pale blue markings littering every inch of my left side exposed.
It unsettled me. Why was I here? Where were Sam and Bee? Why was I practically naked? My left arm burned for some reason, but I couldn't see why. The longer I sat there the more the sensation grew.
At first it was just a slight burning, and then it gradually worked up to a strong, fire like sensation. It started working its way from my arm all the way down my left side, making me bite my lip to keep from screaming. This had never happened to me before. Not once.
I tried to tell myself that it was all in my head, that the pain wasn't real. But the more I told myself that, the more agony I felt.
The door to the room I was being held in slid open revealing Simmons along with several men ranging from what looked to be doctors, to soldiers. The worst part about this whole situation was the smug look on Simmons' face. He approached my bed on my left side, touching my exposed markings. "Where did you get these girly?"
"Dunno." I gritted out through the pain.
"Do you know what these symbols are?"
"A tattoo?" I guessed in a pain filled tone. The burning was only getting worse; pulsing in time to the dull beeping invading my ears.
"Is it a tattoo?" Simmons leered at me.
"I was told that it was. My real parents supposedly branded me with it before dumping me on the steps of my Aunt and Uncle's house." A short panting gasp left my mouth as the pain spiked again. Higher and higher... hotter. A bead of sweat leaked down from my brow to my cheek then lower to my chin. It felt like I was burning alive.
"Hmmm..." He poked at one of the thin wisps of blue connecting two marks near my elbow. Without looking away, he called one of the doctors over to me. "I want a full check done. Report anything of importance to me."
Simmons left the room leaving me with the soldiers and several doctors, tools like scalpels and clamps being arranged by the men in white. Fear welled up inside of me as one approached me with a needle full of what was probably a sedative. He injected it into my left arm making me cry out as I felt the liquid seeping through my muscle, making my limb start spazzing.
I thrashed my head from side to side; my body seizing violently. The fire seemed to grow until it felt like it was literally burning through my skin. It didn't take me long to realize that small wisps of smoke were floating up around me, the burning easing just slightly from it.
Gradually it dulled down to a pained throbbing, similar to when someone gets punched. Well if they couldn't sedate me then they couldn't experiment on me… right?
"We'll have to do it without medication." One of the men informed the others.
Wrong I guess. I struggled harder against my restraints to no avail. Gulping I lay there helpless as the men descended on me. Help me.
(Time skip- One hour)
I lay there, scalpels cutting through the marks on my arm, leg, and side. Dark red blood spilled from the wounds, looking the same each time they cut into me. What did they expect to find? Human blood in human flesh was all there was.
Fear was starting to give way to anger the longer I lay here being dissected. The pain coursed through me, adding to the sensation of burning in my left side. I tried not to make a sound but pained whimpers escaped me, despite my best efforts to hold them in. It felt like something was pulling me in different directions from within; the burning increasing with each tug.
Something dug deep, making me actually release a startled yelp as an even more intense pain shot straight through me. Sweat beaded at my brow making my skin slick and disgusting. I didn't know how much more I can take.
Thankfully fate deemed that I wouldn't have to take this anymore. It sent a savior in the form of a familiar yellow and black bot crashing in through the wall to the right of me. Sam and Mikeala were nestled on his shoulders securely and a plethora of soldiers, as well as Simmons, trailed after them.
"Let the girl go." Simmons ordered, looking none too happy about saying it either.
I let out a sigh of relief as the men listened and released me from my restraints. Sitting up I swung my fist at the nearest man, clocking him right in the face, sending him sprawling onto the ground. "Asswad!" I hissed dangerously, but damn was I in a really foul mood now. I held my arm up to the 'doctors' and raised a brow at them. "Are any of you jackwads going to patch your hack job?"
Sam was looking at my arm and leg being completely grossed out and horrified, only serving to piss me off more. "What the hell did they do to your arm and leg?!" He squeaked.
As one of the men came forward to do a quick bandage job I busied myself with glaring at Simmons. "Apparently Simmons there thinks that a tribal tattoo is some sort of alien writing. He decided to have my tattoo cut open in a pointless search for some alien tech or something. TOO BAD I'M HUMAN!" I raised my voice and smacked the guy that had patched me up across the face as soon as he was finished. "Asshole." My feet hit the ground after a small hop from the bed. Once I was steady I walked over to pat Bee's leg. "You okay Bee?"
He chirped at me with a slight distressed whir. "You've had a bad day! You've taken one down! You sing a sad song just to turn it around!" Came playing from his speakers.
Well he was right about one thing today hadn't been a good day... or was it yesterday and today? I had no idea how long I had been here. "So what's going on? What's the plan?"
Sam gestured for Bee to sit him and Mikeala down and that was when I first noticed something in Sam's arms. Was that... a cube thing? "They had the Allspark here and a frozen Megatron! The main power went out which means that he's going to thaw, we have to get as far away as possible and find Optimus."
Through his little speech I was busy staring mesmerized at the cube in his arms... the Allspark. I could feel some strange and potent energy emanating from it. Just looking at it stirred something within me, making me want to reach out and touch it. Before I even realized what I was doing I had lifted my left hand and made contract with the smooth glyph covered surface. Almost immediately a pulse of strong blue energy shot into my arm making the burning briefly intensify... before fading into nothingness.
"Clare... your marks are glowing."
Sam's whispered words prompted me to look down at my markings. They were indeed glowing an almost opaque blue, and that wasn't all. The energy seemed to push out from my markings and surround me in a pale blue glow. It made me feel an excess of life and vitality... like I could run laps around the earth in seconds! Even crossing over the oceans! Bee was staring at the mystic glow in shock.
"I don't mean to break up the little light show, but we do need to get to Mission City to meet up with your friends." A man dressed in a military getup interrupted us.
"That's Will Lennox." Sam introduced us. "He helped us convince Simmons to let you and Bee free."
"Hmmm." I let my hands drop abruptly, cutting off the energy flow and now feeling a bit different. "Well then let's go."
"We'll set up a protective perimeter around Bumblebee here and escort you to Mission City." Lennox told us.
We all nodded and climbed into Bee who had transformed for us. He pulled out into a hangar and we waited for Lennox and his men to catch up and mount some military ground vehicles. They almost looked like buggies except with giant turrets on top. Oooh, I wanted to take one so that I could terrorize Sam in the backyard.
It was really cold in the Camaro too; I looked down wondering why when... oh. "Mikeala can I borrow that jacket?"
She turned to me and gave me a sympathetic look before shedding her jacket and handing it to me.
"Thanks." I slipped it on as Bee pulled out onto the road with Lennox and his men following us. We drove in relative silence, with Sam fussing over putting the Allspark in a seatbelt for safety, until we reached the highway where we were joined by the rest of the Autobots... and unfortunately the Decepticons.
The Autobots formed a protective barrier behind us to block the Cons out as best they could. It seemed to be somewhat ineffective because a military minesweeping vehicle swerved around the centerline and transformed into a pretty large bot. He, for some reason, decided to just slam his way through a bus making the damn thing explode in his pursuit to get to us. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there's a psychotic asswad chasing us like a fat man chases Twinkies."
No one even bothered giving me a weird look anymore.
Suddenly Optimus transformed; turning to stop the pursing Con only to get tackled off the bridge by the psycho Twinkie chaser. "Never mind Optimus is taking care of it."
Soon enough we reached the city where Bee let us out. The other bots pulled up near us while we all waited for the air support that Lennox was trying to call in. I looked up upon hearing a jet engine to see an F-22 flying between the buildings. Now I'm not an expert but I don't think human pilots working for the military fly below buildings.
Then Ironhide just had to go and confirm my suspicions like the jerk he was. "It's Starscream! Bumblebee!" He gestured for Bee to follow him so that they could raise a large truck as a shield of sorts as Star...whatever decided to fire missiles at us.
It proved to be pretty ineffective because it hit the truck and sent debris flying, the force sending us to the ground. My head hit the asphalt with a loud smack, surprisingly not cracking it open like I expected it to. However, it did make my vision swim like crazy along with the killer headache I now had.
"Bee!"
I forced myself up as soon as I heard Sam's panicked voice, my own heart stopping when I saw Bumblebee without his legs... crawling towards us.
"Bee!" I jumped up and sprinted over to him, pushing Jazz's car form back so that there was room for Bee to move. "Bee you're going to be okay, alright?"
He whirred at me holding the cube out for us to take, but I refused. I was so scared that if I did take it he would die, that it would be the end of him. Sam calling out for Ratchet registered in my ears, but the rest of the Autobots were already fighting Cons that had landed near us. Only Jazz stayed close for now.
Gulping heavily with tears stinging at my eyes, I stood up and walked around to the torn remains of Bee's legs. I don't know what was driving me to do it; it was something unexplainable, like when you have that feeling in the pit of your stomach that you have to do something. So I didn't fight the pull, I let it guide me without question. Things almost seemed muddled, my hand reaching out with marks glowing pale blue again I touched Bee's leg, completely ignorant to what I was doing and the fact that someone could see it.
The glow grew to envelop Bee's shredded legs, seeping from me into him, rendering a shrill screeching of metal from the ripped remains there. I heard Bee whir in distress vaguely, but I couldn't break out of my daze to do anything about it.
I stood there touching Bee, letting the light seep into him as the metal started to regrow down along with the joint, and finally to the rest of the leg. The same blue glow encompassed the other leg, reconnecting it as well. It wasn't painful for me; in fact, it felt good like I was finally doing something I was meant to do.
Coming out of my trance I blinked rapidly and looked down at what I had done. Had I just somehow regrown Bee's legs? How? Did touching the Allspark have something to do with it?
Bee stood up on his new legs looking at me in awe, or at least that was what it looked like. His head suddenly whipped to the side where Jazz had been only for said bot to no longer be there. I followed Bee's gaze, catching sight of Jazz in the hands of Megatron on top of a nearby building. More like his legs were being held in one hand and his arms were being held in the other as Megatron slowly wrenching him in half. "Bee do something!"
My scream seemed to snap Bee out of it as he raised a cannon before firing it at Megatron, clipping him in the shoulder and making him release Jazz. The small silver form fell between two buildings as the huge silver bot roared and lunged at us.
A flash of red and blue tackled him mid-air, knocking the warlord away from us. Instead of paying attention to them, I sprinted over to where I had seen Jazz fall, kneeling beside him. All that I could focus on was the tear in his stomach, bordering on ripping him in half.
His sky blue eyes watched me dully and in pain. "Wha'cha up ta lil lady?" He murmured.
"I don't know." I wanted to help him, and I knew I could, but I didn't know how!
"It ain' safe 'ere femme. Ya shoul' get outta 'ere." He told me quietly.
"Hush." I shushed him. My eyes drifted down to my sleeve covered arm that obscured my marks from view. If I could help Bee, then I could help Jazz right? All I had to do was touch Bee and it worked. I had wanted to help him more than anything. Looking back up at Jazz's flickering eyes I nodded to myself steeling my resolve. "I'm going to try and help you ok? Just stay still."
He didn't say anything.
I took that as a bad sign especially when his eyes flashed once more, lasting longer than the last few times. Quickly I reached out for the gaping wound that was leaking a blue liquid, his blood, before touching it and willing the strange energy to come forth again.
It came as another swell of intense heat that coursed through my marks again. The blue power flowed out from my symbols and spread across Jazz's broken frame. My eyes trailed over the wound as the metal groaned seeming to come alive and move towards the other side. Jazz just stared at it through dim optics, but he didn't seem to be in as much pain anymore which was good.
The wound finally closed the gap and melded together leaving not even a tiny mark behind. I let my hand fall again, my breath leaving me in a gasping pant. Damn I was tired. My body just wasn't used to this energy...
"Jazz!" A familiar roguish voice called out. Two forms came barreling around the corner of the alleyway we were in, one red and one gold. Said bot sat up, hands rubbing at the place where he had been wounded, his eyes locked on me. Sideswipe came over and knelt down next to us while his brother sneered at me. "You alright?"
"Yeah ah'm fine Sides... t'anks ta Clare 'ere."
Sideswipe looked towards me as if he had just noticed me for the first time. "Are you okay Clare?"
"Fine." I stood up on shaky legs, worn down like how some people described having felt after running a mile in school. Never before had I ever felt winded, or out of energy... I actually had to grab onto Jazz's leg to steady myself. Thankfully he let me without complaint.
"Ya shoul' take it easy lil lady." Jazz soothed me in a gentle tone. "Ya are probably tired afta healin' meh."
"Healing you?" Sideswipe questioned, optics trained on me again.
"We'll talk 'bout it late' Sides. For no' we gotta get goin'." Jazz scooped me up much to my surprise and deposited me on his shoulder. "Ah owe ya for savin meh lil lady."
I clutched at his audio tightly, feeling the powerful machinery underneath me shifting as he stood. "Not really." I murmured quietly.
Jazz looked at me seriously. "Ah do owe ya an' ah will pay ya back some'ow, but for no' ah need ya ta hold onta meh tight in case some'hin goes down. Can ya do dat for meh?"
"Yeah." A thought occurred to me now that I wasn't panicking over Jazz dying. "Where is Sam?"
"Don't worry Clare, Optimus is going after him and Bee is with him. He'll be ok." Sideswipe stood from his crouch and stretched. "There's still Starscream and Barricade to worry about. Ironhide and Ratchet were working on keeping them busy for now. We just took out Brawl so he's down for the count, other than that I think it's just Blackout unaccounted for."
Jazz nodded and together the three bots peered out from around the edge of the building we were hiding behind carefully. Everywhere humans were running around screaming and explosions were going off. Guns firing could be heard, but there were no Cons in sight. They must have felt that it was safe because they all rushed out from behind the building, running towards where the sound of massive cannon fire could be heard. I assumed that it was Ironhide.
When his massive black form came into view I knew that the explosions were, in fact, coming from him as I saw his cannons level an entire building in one well-placed shot. "He's a little trigger happy." I muttered. Jazz's chuckle shook my body.
"Dat 'e is lil lady. Bu' he wouldn' be ole Hide if 'e wasn' trigger happy."
I opened my mouth to comment, that while I thought it was cool it wasn't always such a good thing, unfortunately a well-placed sneak attack from a hulking Con with helicopter blades tucked down against his back sent me flying through the air. It was so sudden that I couldn't even pull in air fast enough to scream, but I still heard Jazz's startled shout of my name. My eyes slammed shut, my body bracing to hit the ground, but at the last second something soft wrapped around me preventing me from landing with a splat.
An owl would probably be jealous of how wide my eyes were when they popped open to catch the sight of Sunstreaker of all bots saving my ass. Huh, I thought that he would rather watch me become a flesh pancake, but here he was, cradling me in his hand safely. He sat me down on his shoulder and snarled at the mech that had tackled Jazz. "Fragging Blackout! Fragging squishies with their propensity for getting in the way!" This comment was obviously directed at me.
My earlier thoughts that maybe he wasn't so bad died in a fiery storm of disdain. He was a total asswad. Jazz was fending off Blackout, as Sunstreaker called him, but as soon as Sideswipe joined the fray he turned tail and ran off leaving us staring after him. "What a pussy." My comment earned me a narrow eyed gaze from Sunstreaker. "What? He ran away like a little bitch!"
Sunstreaker didn't answer me instead he handed me off to Jazz as soon as he was within touching distance. "Take your organic." He spat.
"The fuck did you just call me?!" I raged from within Jazz's hand. "You colossal asswad! You must suffer from little penis syndrome or something if you have to pick on those smaller than you!"
"Penis...?" Sunstreaker scowled. His eyes dimmed briefly before his expression morphed to one of rage. "My spike is the opposite of small squishy!" He raged.
"I bet it is! I bet that you have a superiority and inferiority complex! Trying to make yourself seem big and bad to make up for what you're lacking down south? You poor, poor little dicked thing." I mocked him. Damn he knew how to piss me off!
Sideswipe got in between us before I could get stomped on by Sunstreaker. "Cool it Sunny!" He shoved his brother back slightly to put some distance between the two of us. "We're in the middle of a battlefield right now! We should be looking out for each other, not fighting!"
"He started it." I pouted.
Sunstreaker looked affronted. "I did not!"
"Enough!" Jazz snapped making both of us fall silent. "We need ta back up Hide an' Ratchet unti' Optimus finishes ole Megsy. Dat means stop eggin' lil lady on Sunstreaker!"
"She started it!" Sunstreaker scowled.
Sideswipe snickered at his brother. "Drop it Sunny."
Luckily Sunstreaker did drop it after giving me a nasty glare, one which I returned. I flipped him off when he turned to help Ironhide defeat Starscream. "Asswad." Sideswipe staring at me caught my attention. "What?"
"I think he secretly likes you."
"I think he's secretly confused about his sexual orientation and that's why he's so troubled." I quipped sarcastically.
Sideswipe only shook his head and ran over to engage Robocop, or what must actually be Barricade if my deductions were right. There were only a few Decepticons left, two of which were dead. Yet since I was introduced to Blackout, Megatron, and Starscream (the kind of twitchy one that Ironhide was still shooting at), that only really left Barricade. So that's what I was going to call Robocop.
That left me sitting on Jazz's shoulder, watching as the fight goes down.
It seemed as if the moment Sunstreaker and Sideswipe jumped into the fray the Decepticons suddenly withdrew. Starscream did manage to get off one last missile as he retreated; only it flew way over Ironhide and Sunstreaker's heads and shot straight towards Jazz and I. "Oh hell!"
Jazz ducked narrowly avoiding the blast. However, the slipstream caught me and tore me off of his shoulder only this time there was no one to catch my body before it slammed into the ground. I wasn't as lucky this time because I managed to hit a large pile of debris. Something tore into my shoulder painfully, sending agony lancing through me again...
Then everything went dark.
(Sideswipe's POV)
I rushed over to where Clare had hit the ground, far too hard for a human to survive and I didn't expect her to be alive. Optimus' voice rang out through the comms, informing us that the fighting was over with because Megatron was offlined by Sam. I barely paid attention as Jazz and I knelt down next to Clare's still form.
Jazz gently reached for her with an unreadable expression on his face, a hesitant digit touching the large pipe sticking out of the left side of her chest. She didn't move for a moment.
She was dead. For some reason this bothered me more than any other Bot's death I had seen. She was just an innocent human thrust into an alien war... none of it was her fault. The others came over to stand behind us, looking down at the small form laying there unmoving. A servo grasped my shoulder tightly.
(You alright Sides?)
I just shook my helm. (She didn't deserve to die like this Sunny.)
Sunny's conflicted emotions washed over our bond, informing me that he was angry because Clare dying affected him at all. His emotions shifted...
And then stalled as something completely unexpected and... impossible happened. Just as Optimus walked over to stand beside us with Sam and his female held safely in his servos... a small spark jumped from where the pipe was protruding from Clare's chest. Just seeing it drowned out Sam's pained cry once he realized that the body we were all kneeling around was his cousin's.
Another flare shot up from the wound as Clare shifted causing a series of sparks to shoot from her. She groaned as her optics flickered open slightly.
"That's not possible." Ratchet whispered.
She twitched allowing all of us to hear the sound of relays crunching together. Apparently she couldn't move with the pipe lodged in her shoulder so Jazz pinched it between his digits and pulled it free. Clare's whimper echoing across the dead silence.
Blue and red droplets dribbled down the pipe... Energon and human blood?
She seemed not to realize what was going on, being too dazed from her injuries, but all I could think as I looked down at her was...
What are you?
R&R! Edited 6/7/16 I'm leaving the former reviews the same!
Izzy-dragon-rider- I'm glad you like Clare's character because she came out sounding just like I planned her to when I was brainstorming this story! As for her not making a comment about Ironhide's cannons well she was like pfft shoot Sam not me he's the idiot! Lol thanks for the review.
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XxMichelleMikaelsonxX- I definitely did want to make it a good bit different than the movies at certain parts! There are also going to be a lot of fillers between movies as well! Look forward to it!
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