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"Text": Means internal thoughts.
"Text": Dialog spoken out loud.
{"Text":} Phone call/com. link communication (specified)
Jess's pov
It had seemed like the perfect idea. It was a great idea. If only I had remembered that those two morons often took great delight in returning a prank onto someone else. Or two someone else's. A week had passed since "The Vegemite incident" as everyone called it. Most of the base was quite happy about it since they got to pelt the Lambo twins with spoiled food. I enjoyed the leisurely strolls I took through the "Brig" area while drawing, and the bots enjoyed the two getting a taste of their own medicine for once. But all good things must come to an end. They got out after three days (the third was due to some insults in front of Prime that were about him) and after they had found a hose to rinse off with, they disappeared. I wasn't afraid of them. I know that they can smash me and do a lot worse, but I wasn't afraid because I know their type. They just pick on people to annoy them and then reap their satisfaction from that. I'm not going to give it to them, or at least that's what I thought at first.
I had been walking through the main hanger on my way back to my room. Jazz had taken me along for his patrol of the island and I told him that I wanted to sketch them both in root form and in vehicle mode. So I was going to retrieve my sketch book. Before I could get to the door, water balloons began to fall on me from above. What's worse is that they weren't filled with water, they were filled with sour milk, nasty liquid cheese, spoiled whipped topping, and "Vegemite?" Jazz asked behind me as I spun slowly. He calls me that on rare occasions because he knows that I enjoy it quite a lot. But it wasn't just vegemite. It was rotten vegemite. It was clumpy and gritty at the same time, as well as runny and it was everywhere.
Some of the bots began to snicker at my expense, some had been pulled out of recharge by my startled screams. Apparently they can sleep in their vehicle mode with no problems. I wonder if that's comfortable? Anyway the point is that they were laughing at me, that is until they were bombarded with the same treatment from above. Only this time the food wasn't spoiled. Everybot in the room squeaked or snarled as hundreds of bigger bot sized balloons began to fall on them, splattering them with mashed potatoes, creamed corn, pea soup, whipped topping and anything else nasty you might think of as the humans ran for cover. Which didn't help them at all. To further the madness, Optimus walked into the room, and right under a balloon filled with some sort of gravy. Have you ever seen twenty-eight feet of metal tense? I have and let me tell you that it was one of the single most terrifying things I have ever seen, and really by this point that's saying a lot. You see, when the bot's tense or get angry, their armor fluffs out and frays, kinda like an angry wild bird. It would be cute if they didn't look so livid when they did it. And Optimus was doing just that. His battle mask slid into place as his optics narrowed. "Who, has decided that it was necessary to create such a mess?" He said with a tone that immediately made everyone in the room freeze and stand statue still. Ironhide snarled somewhere nearby as he brought the culprits together like a pair of cymbals. Seeing it in person…I couldn't help it, it made me laugh. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe actually made a clashing sound that rang when Hide put them down. It sounded just like a pair of cymbals and the insanity of it was just too funny.
After I got my giggles under control, the bots went back to staring at the twins and Optimus. "You two, outside." He said firmly as he and Ironhide walked outside allowing the two to skate out behind them. As for the rest of us, we all shuffled off to find a shower. The humans got off lucky, since we have working water this week. It will still be another few days until the water is turned back on to the washracks since they were down for maintenance, which means the bots will be having a tough time getting all this food off.
As for me, I trudged back to my room and into a nice hot shower…well it was more like three showers with enough soap to power a car wash for a week. Spoiled vegemite will leave the nastiest odor in your skin, but thankfully I got it out.
"Afternoon Ms. Holmes."
I jumped screaming as I spun around trying to find who was talking to me, only for my eyes to settle on the steamy mirror…where the face of primus was floating.
Third person's pov
"WHAT IN THE HELL!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY FUCKING BATHROOM?!"
"I can assure you that I have not been spying on you."
"That's a fucking lie! YOU'RE FRAGGING PRIMUS FOR…FOR PRIMUS SAKE! YOU SEE AND KNOW EVERYTHING!"
She shrieked as she readjusted the towel wrapped around her. Primus snorted and rolled his optics making her own eyes widen in shock.
"Please. I do not watch you every waking moment of the day child. I have others to watch over, prayers to answer and the well of sparks to keep peaceful. Quite a lot to do in a day, quite challenging, even if you have had an eternity to as you humans say; "Get the hang of it".
He said making her hang her head in slight embarrassment. Looking back up with rosy red cheeks she met his gaze once more. "I…I'm sorry, you just really surprised me." She said as she pulled up a seat on her sink counter.
"As you know, I brought you to this dimension to help heal the sparks of those involved in the war here."
"Yes."
"I had hoped that you wouldn't tell them of their future."
"That wasn't my fault! Sideswipe and the Chevy's stole my computer and read their movie bios! It's not like I could get it back!"
"I'm aware of that, such as why any new or edited information that comes to you will be inaccessible by the bots in this dimension."
"Wait. Are you saying…"
"Yes there are other dimensions with both the Autobots and Decepticons at war. But they are not important. The one that you are in is."
"Why? With all due respect, I don't feel like I'm doing anything out of the ordinary."
"In every dimension, I am powerless to stop the deaths of loved ones, brothers, twins, friends, sparkmates. I can only answer prayers and try to influence those I have created to do things that will create less of a traumatic impact. This dimension, needs more help. I have seen the death of my creations time and time again, and it brings me pain to see more and more of them damned to the pits for their actions. In every dimension, there is either a clear winner, or a never ending stale mate. Never peace."
"Wait…you…you want me to end this war?"
"I do not want you to just end it. I want you to end it forever with peace, and it is only something that you can do."
"Wait, whoa why? Why me?!"
"Because you not only love and Autobot, but a Decepticon as well. And a powerful one at that."
"Okay yeah, but plenty of people do! What makes me so fucking special?!"
"You are stronger than you think, your tolerance of pain, emotional pain is exceptional. You handle the grief of others as well as your own better than anyone else. Only you can love and forgive the horrors that both sides have contributed to this war."
He said making her swallow deeply. She knew that she carried the grief of others, but at the cost of her own sanity. She could only carry on for so long and they both knew this.
"You will receive help not only from me but from the others as well. I will not tell you whom now but know that you have many hardships ahead of you in the next month. And only after said hardships will you receive some help."
He said. Jess blinked rapidly at this new information, once again swallowing hard. "So basically, I'm like their therapist. I really wish that I had a list as to who needed my help." She said softly. Her fear was mounting and she really didn't want Primus to know that she was having doubts about what he wanted her to do.
"Your primary "patient" is Ironhide. He needs the most attention, because he thus far has lost the most. The Autobot's belief that sparklings are unattainable, coupled with the loss of his sparkmate has as you've noticed, put him in a great depression. On the surface he appears to many he knows as fine…"
"But under the surface, he is anything but. But how do I…how can I replace one of the most bad aft femmes to have ever existed? I'm no Chromia."
"And I am not requiring you to be one, nor replace her. What Ironhide needs most is for you to be yourself and be there for him when he wants and needs you."
He said as he slowly began to evaporate. Jessica nodded her head in mute understanding. He was her challenge, and she had to find a way to get through to him, but at the same time, she didn't know where to start. He didn't seem to like her much, but she couldn't help but notice the sparkle of happiness in his optics that she had seen a week ago when they pulled the prank on the twins. She just had to bring back that sparkle more often.
After putting on her makeup and getting dressed in some older clothes that Primus had sent her, she pulled her bright red hair up into a high pony and left her room with her sketchbook. She walked down the halls heading back towards the main hanger when she decided to take a detour. She walked outside instead, enjoying the sun on her skin as she took a seat in the partial shade of the building. She really didn't want to be lectured by Ratchet again for him catching her outside in a crop top and shorts with no sunscreen on…again.
She was thinking over what Primus had told her when she heard the thundering steps of a bot approaching her.
"Femme."
It was Ironhide, and he was still a massive mess. She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun glinting off his armor with her hand.
"Seeing that your idea was the spawn of the mess that the twins used to retaliate, you will help alleviate the problem."
"Huh? What do you mean by that?" She asked as she cocked her head to the side, alleviating herself of the blinding sun. "You…er…are to assist in cleaning up the mess made."
He said as he looked away with a small grumble. Getting up with a stretch, Jessica looked into the main hanger, only to find the twins and the base's cleaning drones finishing up what was left of the mess. Jessica shuddered seeing the drones move so swiftly, remembering when she had accidently ran into one on one of her jogs. The jog soon turned into a sprint as the drone chased after her until someone was able to turn it off.
"Are you sure? They seem to be finished in there." She said meekly as Ironhide ex-vented in frustration. "I…wasn't talking about the room." He said before he transformed and a loud rev came from his engine.
Ironhide's pov
Prime has officially done it. He's glitched. He thinks it would be a good idea for the new femme to wash me. What was he thinking? Oh wait I know- "Think of it as a way to gain new intel. She may be shy with you old friend but I have reason to believe that she trusts you most of all"- Those words, that sentence is what got my attention. Having said that, I still didn't want her to lay so much as a servo on me, but Optimus insisted, which is his way of threatening. If I didn't go through with it, I would have been ordered to anyway. I was fragged from the start.
"A…are you okay? This isn't too cold is it?"
"You tell me. You seem to know so much about us." I said as she continued to rinse the grime off of me. Was the water cold? No. I braved the depths of space in comet form. Water temperature though soothing when warm matters very little to me, but…I guess for a being that has to regulate temperature regularly, including when participating in such activities temperature truly does matter. "Actually, we never know whether or not you guys care. I just assume that you would prefer warm over cold, but at the same time you specifically are painted black, so you hold heat better than most, but at the same time, you probably don't care." She said as she began to rinse me off. "So why ask?"
"Because…I just wanted to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong to upset you."
I couldn't help but snort. She's so strange. "Why would upsetting me matter? You already know that I nor anybot else here can harm you." She shifted a little on her feet before she went back to rinsing my hood off. "I…don't like hurting people, or upsetting them." She said softly as she moved onto my doors. "Must be hard living like that."
"Not really. Before I lived here, I worked in retail. My literal job was to find clothes to make people happy. That, and its satisfying…in a strange way…to make others happy."
"So it brings you pleasure when you make others happy?"
"Yeah. I know that in some strange way you feel the same."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
She stopped rinsing the bed of my alt while raising an eyebrow. "I saw how you interacted with Annabelle. There's nothing that you wouldn't do for her, and it's really sweet." She said as she continued her work before she returned to the front of me grabbing the bucket of soapy water on her way. Before I could comment, she took a wash mit out of the water and began to massage small circles on my hood. It felt soothing. Very very soothing. And she was very meticulous about it too. She didn't speak or miss any spots as she moved up my frame, going so far as to rinse the soap off before washing the same area again.
"Have…have you done this sort of thing before?"
"I've never washed an Autobot no. Nor a Decepticon for that matter either."
"You are, quite good at it."
"Thank you." She said as she re-soaked her scrubbing article before getting onto a step ladder. She was massaging my roof now…ahhh. That does feel good…(rev). I hope she didn't hear that.
If only she hadn't. A small smile is gracing her face. She knows.
"I've had lots of practice. I usually took my Jeep in for a wash at the local servo once every few weeks. They had "do it yourself" facilities that I used."
She said as she stepped down to re-lather the mit. "Yes, well…very few know how to clean a vehicle my size so thoroughly."
She looked up smirking at me before she climbed the ladder again. "Well, that's because I'm a vehicle enthusiast and a truck fanatic. I like big trucks." She said, almost as if she were shrugging.
"Why is that?"
"I dunno. The power I suppose. Big trucks rule the roads not only from where I come from but all over the world. Trucks like you are better made for the deserts of Australia than say, the streets of New York. But even there, Semi's like Optimus rule the roads."
"I did not take you as such a person."
"Most don't. If there is one thing I'll say about you in the movies, it's that they got your alternate mode correct."
"I don't understand."
"You, from the very beginning as I've seen, have had a very no nonsense attitude. Even in the original cartoon, you were very similar to how you are now in terms of personality. By making you a truck, more specifically a Topkick, they did better to demonstrate your power, and your personality. The stereotype of truck owners is that they are typically no nonsense people who need the extra power to get their jobs done. You don't see something like a Prius driving over sand dunes back home. At least not very often."
She said, making me chuckle. The thought of a small vehicle, or maybe one of the older twin's alt modes trying to crawl over the massive sand dunes on that continent is a rather amusing thought. Prime and I could handle them no problem when we were there, but Sideswipe had to really try to maneuver the terrain.
"I agree with you there. It was rather convenient that I found a suitable alt like this nearby. I suppose it does reflect my personality. And to be honest, I am partial to my alt as it is."
I said stifling a purr as she moved onto my smokestacks with a soft rag and some different form of cleaner. Try as I might, I couldn't keep quiet for long. She was being so diligent and it felt so good to get my smokestacks massaged. I…I haven't felt this relaxed since…since…
"Sorry. I'm not doing anything weird am I?"
"No, no. Not at all. That just feels…may I ask you a question?"
"Um, sure?"
"Why is it that you are so cautious around me. You speak easily to the others but with me, you seem different."
She blushed brightly as she looked around. Before she stepped out of my bed to grab a long handled brush and the bucket of soapy water. But before she started cleaning she leaned in closer.
"Do you wanna know a secret?"
She said as she looked across the tarmac to where the others were getting cleaned. Almost as if she didn't want them to hear us.
"I assure you they are out of audio range."
"Promise not to tell?"
She asked sternly as she bent over a little further spilling a little of the bucket's contents into my bed. Look at that… She has the Autobot insignia on her neck.
"I can assure you this will stay between us."
I said making her sigh softly.
"You're my favorite."
"Come again?"
"You are my favorite Autobot. Always have been, though I was partial to Ratchet for a while. Do not tell him I said that."
She said as she began to scrub vigorously at a tough spot in my bed. "Wait. What do you mean by favorite?"
"As in favorite. As in I like you more than the others, I think you're way cooler than the others."
"And you don't want them to know this because?"
"Because I didn't want to hurt their feelings, or insult them. You are a functioning army after all, and I didn't want to be the source of stupid anger or jealously…any more than I am now."
I'm not sure how I feel bout this. I'm her favorite Autobot. That certainly explains a lot. She's quiet around me because in a way, I suppose, I'm her hero. That's something most understand. We all had hero's as younglings, so why should she be any different? And to be frank, I guess it's nice to be the favorite.
"Why am I your favorite? Why not Optimus, or Bumblebee? They seem to be popular with many here and in your dimension as well."
"Because everyone likes them. They're nice don't get me wrong but, you're different."
"How so?"
"Uh, you're a fucking badass who has some of the best weapons in the movies and in the cartoons and comics! You're honest, and quite hilarious when it comes to certain scenario's. Like when you guys had to hide from Sam's parents in the first movie. I couldn't stop laughing, because of the seriousness in your tone. And I agree with you, they were annoying."
She giggled as she continued to scrub my bed clean. "Not only that, but you are kind which is something that many kinda over look. You're not some ignorant walking gun turret, you care about people not only Cybertronians, but humans too."
"I think that many would be inclined to say otherwise. The soldiers seem to think that I'm not very fond of you humans."
"They're fucking stupid then! Seriously?! If you didn't care, then you wouldn't be training them to fight alongside you. If you didn't care you would let them go into battle and get stepped on and blown up! You show that you care about them by training them to work alongside you, which is something that some say you've done for a long time with the Autobot forces."
"You seem to be quite frustrated."
"I'm sorry. I just hate it when people say stupid things with no evidence to back it up. Especially when it's about you guys, and especially you."
She said as she attempted to jump out of my bed, only to slip and fall. "Aghh! BITCH! THAT HURT!" She snarled as clutched her back standing up quickly. "Are you damaged?"
"No, but I will be sore. I'll be fine, I've had worse."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah."
"…What have you damaged in the past?"
A/N: Alright, a new chapter. I am sorry for not posting sooner, but life is getting busy (somehow though I'm not sure how). Sorry for such a short chapter, but I promise that the next one will have more text! I am getting a new job in retail! (Hides behind wall) Don't worry, I wont forget about this story! Anyways let me know how I did on this chapter!
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