Welcome to another installment of Bots in Human Flesh!
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Welp. That's it for greetings I think.
I do not own Transformers.
Seems like everyone at the Autobot base was having a blast with the Autobot's new form (excluding Ratchet who wasn't turned into a Techno-Organic). Personally, the red medic didn't care that he wasn't transformed into a 'squishy' as others would put it. He was actually somewhat bothered by the fact that he was the only one. Maybe he was afraid of stepping on someone by mistake since the human count went up at the base.
"Hey guys! Look at me I'm Superman!" Ratchet groaned at the sudden playful outburst, pinching the sides of his nose.
Does he even want to know what was going on?
Laughter was heard in the background, turning his head away from the computer screen, Ratchet found the source of the commotion.
In the middle of the floor was the playful scout Bumblebee doing the most ridiculous thing imaginable;
Standing in a hero's stance with a red blanket that was tied around his neck like a cape.
That wasn't all though.
'Bee was also lifting the enormous pile of scrap, also known as the Wrecker's lobbing ball that was favorited by both Wheeljack and Bulkhead, with one hand easily thanks to his retained Cybertronian strength. Albeit, it still looked like it was having some difficulties keeping it up in the air.
Surrounding 'Bee was Raf, Bulkhead, Miko, and Arcee, all of which were all amused by Bumblebee's performance.
"Who is this Superman person anyway?" Arcee asked with a smile.
"He's like this ultra strong guy who was actually an alien from another planet called Krypton, but as a baby he was rocketed to earth because his planet was getting destroyed and his real family wanted him to be safe. At day time, he was known as Clark Kent a regular old joe, but at night he's crime fighting machine named Superman!" Miko explained all enthusiast with hand motions and everything.
"And he was real?" Bulkhead questioned.
Raf shakes his head, "Nah. It would be cool if he was. But even he wouldn't have anything on you guys." The child had a smile on his face.
Now Bumblebee and Bulkhead was engaged in a friendly game of lobbying.
While this was going on, the others, Jack and Smokescreen, were up in the kids' balcony. Sitting on the couch, Jack was teaching the newcomer how to play video games.
"Dude, how can not drive a car?" Joked the black haired teenager as he was clearly winning.
Smokescreen was trying his best to control his virtual vehicle as it felt even worse when Jack's vehicle was driving circles around him; only adding insult to injury a bit. And having that 'I must always win' attitude didn't do his Spark well so to speak.
"They should have these games more realistic to how a car is really driven." He frowned with a lip poked out in a pout.
Don't know what caused this unexpected reaction, but for a split second, it seemed like Smokescreen actually knew what he was doing. Leaning forward in a ultra competitive way, controller grasped tightly between his digits- or fingers as humans call it, all focus was on that screen as the rookie sped up on Jack reaching neck and neck.
Jack's eyes widen when the speedcar was catching up to him so fast, it was almost unnatural. A swift motion from Smokescreen's car caused his opponent to swerve abruptly off the road.
'Player 2 wins!' were the words that appeared boldly on the screen. Smokescreen jumped up, shooting his arms in the air in victory while Jack stared at the T.V in total shock.
He was winning! And Smokescreen tipped the scales in a matter of seconds.
"Woohoo! Score one for the Smokester!" Cheered the very happy mech, using the nickname Miko sometimes call him by.
Seeing the 'Smokester' so elated like that, Jack couldn't help but to grin as well.
"Beginner's luck. Up for a second round?" He received a very confident grin from Smokescreen.
"Heh. You're on."
The game went on for only a few minutes before the proximity sensors (also known as the Fowler Alert according to Miko) went off like crazy.
There was a few times when someone wasn't distracted by the annoying blaring tone of the alarm, today was not that day for Bumblebee.
Only facing the direction where Agent Fowler usually arrives at, which only felt like a second by the way, the huge lobbing ball was already hurled at the oblivious scout.
SMASH
A loud, vibrant crash filled the base followed by a collective chorus of "ooh" and "ouch". Upon hearing such a noise, Ratchet instantly turned back to be greeted by the aftermath.
It was exactly of what you would see in a old fashioned cartoon: a person sandwiched between a wall and a giant ball. There was even a small crater that was made from the impact of the object.
"And we just lost a Autobot… Cause of death: flatten by a oversized bowling ball.."
Someone would have said something back to Miko, but the lobbing ball slowly rolled off like a tumbleweed that was brushed off by the wind.
Embedded into the wall for only a few seconds, 'Bee stumbled out with hardly a scratch on him! Shocked eyes were watching his dazed movements.
"Hey, uh… Raf?" The yellow and black scout asked out of the blue in a drunken like manner although his eyes seemed be be staring off into space instead to the person he was talking too. "What's… what's those small animals that fly and go tweet tweet tweet?"
Raf didn't know if he was suppose to ask if everything was alright, answer 'Bee's really random question, or laugh the way he mimic the animals' calling. "Uh.. birds?"
"Yeah those! I'm seeing a LOT of them flying around!" The Autobot was laughing like a crazed person. The group noticed he was leaning unsteadily to the front, and then wobbling back, eventually collapsing over face first into the floor.
As fast as they could, Bulkhead and Arcee picked up the collapsed scout, tossing one arm over each shoulder as they escorted 'Bee to the berths in the med bey. Around that time was when the elevator doors slid open with the all too familiar, "Prime!" coming from none other than Agent Fowler.
"What the heck happened out there?!" The fellow spoke before he stuttered, noticing the increase number of humans.
"What the- no wait, let me guess. You guys got lonely and decided to bring some more civilians here to keep you company." He snided.
Apparently, that snapped 'Bee back into the land of the living for a while. "Hey, hey, hey…" The mech laughed, waving his hand to catch Fowler's attention.
There was a pause.
"I have… I have to tell you something, Fowler…" He paused again as it felt like everyone was leaning closer in anticipation.
"... Have you seen how funny your face looks when you're all angry and yelling? I'm like waiting for one day where your face just goes..." Bumblebee imitated an explosion noise with his mouth in a big 'O' shape.
Jack, Miko, Raf, and a few Autobots were snickering at the dazed 'Bee's comment. Even Ratchet himself sneaked a smile.
Fowler on the other hand wasn't amused. He scowled.
"Hey, Doc! Where's Prime?"
"I'm over here, Agent Fowler."
The agent turned around to the source of the voice. No one was in sight.
"Down here."
Fowler shifted his gaze back down, eyebrows forming a stunned expression. The guy in front of him look exactly like Optimus, only in human flesh.
"What in the name of Sam Hill- Prime, is that you!? What happened?" His voice was raised louder than usual because of the shock.
The other figure nodded. "It is I. Sorry we were late to inform you of our current predicament."
'We?' Fowler blinked, taking another once over at the people in the base. He was too busy to snap at someone's neck, that he didn't realise the 'civilians' all bared resemblance to the titans.
Now, the man was stuttering in an attempt to ask another question that just wouldn't leave his mouth.
"You may wanna take a seat." said the smiling Asian girl, Miko. Personally, she was enjoying watching the agent tongue twisted.
"So, let me get this straight," Fowler took a deep breath after listening the bots' story. "You were fighting with the Decepticons, and then outta nowhere, you shrunk and grew skin because some kind of medical box went haywire?" He just wasn't buying it.
"Yeah, pretty much," Shrugged Smokescreen. "I still don't see how you guys deal with it; you peel easily."
"And I wouldn't say the machine went 'haywire' it was more like tampered with." Ratchet's optics were on Miko as he spoke. She only pouted in return.
"So, how come you're not like them?"
"Because I wasn't there, obviously." Ratchet scoffed at Fowler's question, resuming attention back at the fallen Bumblebee. Fowler took a look at the blond teenager on the med. berths.
"And what happened to buzz boy over there?"
Bulkhead looked really uncomfortable at the mention of Bumblebee. He felt like it was his fault his buddy nearly got crushed. Afterall, he was the one to throw the ball at him without warning. And then Miko answered, looking awkwardly at the hole in the wall.
"He was smashed between a ball and a hard place..." She said slowly. No one pursued that conversation.
Heck, most were still surprised the scout was still online.
"Is there a reason why you dropped by the base?" Optimus resumed to the topic at hand.
"Yes, actually there is. Apparently, our energy sensors picked up a massive energy spike relatively close where you were engaging the cons. It sent out this huge shockwave that knock out the power in the southern states. My superiors want to if it's something to fear."
"More than likely, it was the medical unit. It does require tremendous amount of power to use." Ratchet mentioned.
"Rest assure that there is nothing to fear, Agent Fowler." Prime started. "Though, I must ask if you can keep our transformation a secret from your commanding officers for a while. Just until we can reverse the process."
"Don't worry about it. I don't plan on telling a single soul about this. Who knows how they will react if they found out your guys gone soft." He heard Ratchet clearing his throat loudly and rolled his eyes. "Except you." With that being said, Fowler stood up to his chair and headed to the door. He had a meeting to go to and reports to turn in. Goodbyes were kept short as always.
Just then, Jack felt something vibrate in his left pants pocket. He took out his phone, flipped it open, and check the text message he received from his mother. "Ah, it's my mom! I forgot she got work early today…" Jack frowned with a bit of a groan. "I guess I won't be taking a ride home from you, huh?" He said chuckling sheepishly towards his former motorcycle.
"I doubt it. But that doesn't mean I still won't come with. I'm still your guardian, remember?" Arcee pointed out, slightly series and slightly happy for reasons unknown.
"Woah there, Arcee," Jack raised his hands in a 'stop' motion. "Dontcha think my mom would freak if she saw you come back like this?"
"C'mon, June knows me. Anyway, it's not like you're bringing home a girlfriend." She made Jack blush.
"Ooh, can I come too?" Both heads were faced towards Smokescreen.
"... Why?" Jack raised a questioning brow.
"I've always wanted to see what a human house look like." plainly spoke the race car.
There was once again silence.
"What? I'm curious."
A sigh escaped the boy's lips. "You're not gonna take no for an answer, are ya?"
"Nope!" He had that winning grin that would put Miko's to shame.
"Does anyone object to this idea?" Arcee hoped that Optimus would advise against bringing Smokescreen with them. It wasn't like she hated him, she tolerates him at times but only a little before her processors started to ache.
"Nope. The more of you out the better.." Mumbled Ratchet with an idea similar to Arcee, the only difference was wanting him out of the base so he can get that rare opportunity of silence.
"Hey, Bulkhead! You should come to my house then!" Jumped Miko. "My host parents would totally freak out when I bring home a friend from the army." she winked deviously and nudged the guy with her elbow.
"Now that's a bad idea.." Jack sighed.
"What? They said I need a good role model, and who would else fit that position other than Bulk here?"
"Miko, I'm with Jack on this one; it just doesn't seem like a good idea.." The green Autobot's words were useless in trying to convince her.
"C'mon, what do you have to worry about?"
Ratchet's audio receptors picked up noises that sounded like laughter.
"Pfft… Ratchet the Hatchet," randomly came a snickering Bumblebee who was online for Primus knows how long.
Raf heard the medic groaned annoyed by the nickname. "'Ratchet the Hatchet?'"
"I have now got to use that." Miko laughed as others joined with.
Jack, Arcee, and Smokescreen were bridged into Jack's garage. Both the Techno-Organics felt a little doozy upon exiting the portal.
"Ugh.. Bulkhead was right when he said ground bridges make you feel sick.." Arcee groaned, head facing the floor in near sickness. Smokescreen did the same except he was leaning against the wall.
Jack faces them, smiling half way. "You'll get used to it. Trust me."
Jack leaves the two in garage as he go tell his mother about the new… guest. "Mom," he called out into the living room, smelling something so good that he lets out an involuntary "Mmm" sound.
"Jack?" questioned a sweet voice from the kitchen. The teen made his way into the kitchen as June embraced the boy in a tight hug.
"Hey, mom." He hugs the slightly shorter female.
"How was your day today?" June started after she'd released Jack.
"Oh, you know the usual." Totally not gonna explained that he watched a battle up close and nearly killed by a 'con; which was the usual on certain days. He scratched the back of his head saying, "Hey, mom? Do you mind if some friends come over for the night?"
"Sure. It it's alright with Miko's and Raf's parents." The mother was stirring what was ever in the boiling pot over the stove.
"Yeah.. Um… It's not them." He tried to avoid his mom's gaze.
That didn't last long.
Her focus left the food, folding her arms as she was facing her son again. "Then who is it?"
The stern tone of June's voice was enough to scare a grown man. "It's someone that you know.. Well, one of them." A crash noise interrupted the conversation, both of them nearly jolting up.
"What was that?" June snapped her head in the direction the sound came from.
"... Did I mention they were already here?" Jack mentally swore to himself. Just what were those two doing down there?
Rushing at the source of the noise, Jack twisted the handle to the garage with June right behind him. Thankfully for Jack when the door opened, nothing was broken. In fact, the only thing that was out of place Smokescreen trying to put back some tools he spilled over back into the red toolbox.
In the corner was Arcee, arms crossed and face that showed she was annoyed. Twisting her head to the left, Jack was in her sight.
"I try to tell him not to touch anything." Arcee told him, not realizing June was right behind him. "Nothing was broken, though I can't say the same about Smokescreen's head."
"Hey! I'm right here..." The redhead whined, putting a screwdriver back. He lifts his head up to see Jack and another behind him.
"Who's that behind you, Jack?" Smokescreen pointed.
"That's my mom." Jack answered, feeling slightly uneasy that she hasn't utter a word. What made it worse that he was unaware what kind of facial expression June had. Would he turn around to find out? Not a chance.
June was at first angry that Jack brought people into the house without her permission. Her expression soften when she heard someone say, "June's behind you?" The voice sounded really familiar as she takes a look at the other black haired female with blue and pink highlights. Who did she remind her of...
"Arcee?!" June gasped.
Cliffhangers, don't you just hate them? :3
Sorry if Bumblebee is experiencing technical difficulties in the head. He'll be alright. He's alive, right?
I'm debating whether or not if I want to write about Miko showing Bulkhead to her parents and Bumblebee to Raf's.
I do know that the next chapter will be about June's reaction to human Arcee and Smokescreen. It'll probably be short, but meh. I'll improvise.
See ya guys later and do send in reviews and suggestions about the story. Again, my teenaged mind can only go so far before it crashes.
