Sorry this took so long, my computer went stupid. Anyways here's chapter 5!

I don't own Transformers or its characters.


"Mom mom, please calm down.." Jack tried to settle down June who looked like she was about to have a heart attack.

"But how…" June was trying to comprehend why Arcee wasn't a huge alien robot anymore. She was still taller than June, yes, but this isn't normal, well robots turning into humans. June knew wishing for something normal to happen in Jasper, Nevada went out the window when she found out her son was friends with the Autobots and so on.

"It's a long story." Added Smokescreen who was just smiling casually about all this.

"And who are you?" June asked. The elder teen's appearance and tone didn't match up with any of the bots she'd met before. Smokescreen was in fact still new to the team.

"Name's Smokescreen," he held out a hand. "Nice to meet you, Jack's mom. Whatever that is."

"A mom is what humans call their carriers," Arcee was close to Smokescreen when she explained. "You know, if you ever put Jack in any type of trouble you'll be dealing with her." She whispered as if it was a bad thing. Which it was in a sense.

If Smokescreen only knew how over protective June was; heck she was worse than Arcee at times. He already received a scolding (more like encrypted threats) once from the blue femme when Smokescreen willing allowed Jack onto a battlefield with Decepticons.

"What was that?" June raised her eyes suspiciously towards the duo.

"Nothing!" The white haired boy said quickly as he takes a cautious step back almost like a kid does when he's hiding something that would get him in trouble.

Jack gave Acree a confused looked, wondering what she'd said to the mech-human to make him so jumpy.

"So, mom, can they stay for the night?" Jack changed the subject. The mom looked at Jack, then back at Arcee and Smokescreen.

She sighs in defeat. "I guess so. Though, one will have the guest room and the other will have to sleep on a roll out mattress in the living room. Unless you both want to share the bed in guest room."

"I'll have the guest room, please." Arcee didn't wait for Smokescreens consent in the choice. The guy got the message the femme wanted the room to herself and didn't argue with it.

"Fine by me," he shrugs.

June smiled, still a bit shaken. "Then please, come on in." Her and Jack moved out the door's entrance, allowing the guest into the house. Before Jack followed, he was stopped by June.

"Son, next time give me a heads up before inviting your friends to the house. You're lucky I cooked enough for everyone"

"Heh. Yes mom." Sheepishly chuckled the teen.

"Huh, so this is what a human house look like," They both heard Smokescreen's comment from the living room. "It's almost like a Cybertronian house."

"You didn't expect that we lived in a tree, did you?"

"No, I was just saying." The former sportscar replied back to Jack and then resuming his attention to the interior of the house, silently comparing it to the one he used to have back on Cybertron before he was trained to be an Elite Guard.

"Mmm… What's that smell?" A tasty scent found it's way to Arcee's new fleshy nose, mouth watering involuntarily was a new sensation for her.

"Dinner. In fact, you guys are just in time to eat. Go wash up. Bathroom's down the hall on the left," The mother pointed in the direction as they looked, "and then come back to the kitchen."

Arcee and Smokescreen nodded and headed off to the bathroom. June was setting up the table with Jack there to assist her and had him tell what happened to the used-to-be-titans. He left out the details about his involvement to avoid any punishment for being anywhere near a battlefield, again.

Jack was still in slight trouble from the time he disobeyed his mother's orders to get in the car during the whole Unicron thing, but it was mostly forgotten (seriously, being grounded until the age of 25 is not on his todo list).

"Oh my. How long will they stay like that?"

"We don't know. Ratchet said maybe weeks." Jack sets down the plates on the table for four. "For now, the 'bots are stuck being human. Well, human-robots, 'Techno-Organics' as they put it anyway."

"And how are they taking it?" June questioned, washing her hands in the sink.

"Everyone is fine with it, I guess. Some even are enjoying it, though, Ratchet on the other hand... I think his tolerance for us went down. Like a lot." He laughs as June herself couldn't resist a chuckle.

Once dinner was set, only one thing was missing; the two guest themselves. They were in the bathroom for about ten minutes now. Jack got a little worried.

Worst case scenario: they died in the bathroom or they were doing something else...

'Ack! I need to get that image out of my head..' Jack mentally groaned in pain.

A few seconds after that disturbing thought, the twosome finally entered, putting him at ease slightly.

"What took you guys so long to wash your hands?"

Smokescreen blinked. "Oh, we're just suppose to wash our servo- er.. hands? I thought we were suppose to wash our arms, hands, and face."

Another look at the used-to-be-Cybertronians, you can see the sleeves of their jackets were damp with water.

"You did say wash up, but we were unsure of what to wash. So, we did it the same way we did back at home; wash the hands, halfway up on our arms, and face." He pointed to each bodypart. Arcee had the same idea in mind.

"And the soap was very slippery.." Smokescreen mumbled quickly under his breath.

"Then you might want to take off your jackets before you catch a cold," June's nurse instincts came online. "Put them on the back of your chairs for now. Dinner's getting cold."

"Yes ma'am," Smokescreen complied without hesitations. "Um.. What's a cold?"

"I think it's like a sickness or something." Answered the just as confused motorcycle femme as she sat down to the table.

June had prepared delicious curry that was pleasing to the eyes and nose.

The Darby's were digging into their food and the Cybertronians were trying to figure out how to use a fork. Arcee have seen the kids sometimes eat at base so this should be easy, right?

Picking up the four toothed silverware, holding it steadily in hands, attempting to swoop up a little bit was harder than anticipated. Smokescreen tried to mimic the movement from her but failed at it too, only managing to get a few on this foreign object known as a fork.

Jack noticed their struggles and couldn't let this go unsaid.

"You are a race of technologically advanced alien robots that are unable to use a fork?" He said after swallowing. He made sure not to talk with his mouth full or his mom would call him out on it.

"When your only source of food comes in a liquid cube, what's the need of these?" Arcee lifts up her fork to emphasize her point.

Smokescreen barely got a morsel in his mouth when he added. "Yeah, seriously. I mean we do have variations of it, mostly treats and stuff, but it only requires our hands." Again, saying 'hands' felt so weird.

June would be lying if she didn't find any of this to be the least bit of entertaining (hey, a dinner and a show), but she didn't want a mess on her table and floor every time the curry didn't reach their mouths in time.

"Here, let me help," Arcee and Smokescreen felt their silverware leave their hands and were replaced with spoons instead.

So, they test their luck with the new utensil, and found it much easier to use. Now they don't have to worry about the food seeping through the slits of the fork.

"This is really delicious, June." Being able to eat something besides Energon really put a smile on her face. The same went for Smokescreen, who was stuffing his mouth like he was starving.

June told him to stop eating so fast before he chokes. He gulps. "I'm sorry, but it's so good. It makes me wish I could cook like this."

"I don't see why you couldn't. I'm off tomorrow so I can teach you the basis."

"Wow, really?!" There was a gleam in Smokescreen's shiny blue eyes.

June nodded at the boy's enthusiasm. "Sure. I'm might even let you cook for everyone."

"Careful," Arcee warned. "When we first found him, he nearly blew everyone up into smithereens. I advise that you keep a good eye on him, especially if there's anything flammable around." She mildly joked, half serious.

"Oh, you're still mad about that, are you?"

"I was still picking out rumble under my chassis, thanks to you."

"Better that than having Decepticons shooting at you, again."

There was pause.

"And what is that suppose to mean?"

"I'm just saying I won't always be there to watch your back. And here I thought bad at being the 'con magnet." He laughs, unknowing that Arcee was about to lose the little patients she had left with him.

"Watch my back? Do I look like a defenseless sparkling to you? I don't need some hotshot rookie watching over me," She growled. "Honestly, I rather face a hoard of 'cons than knowing you're there to screw everything up."

'Ooh… Bad call there, man...' Jack cringed, seeing this conversation going south fast. It only takes a few words to tick the femme off and Smokescreen knew all of them, letters starting with 'A' through 'Z'.

It was time to intervene this before things get way out of hand.

"Um, Arcee, it looks like you're done eating. How about I show you to your room and get you settled in?" Jack got out of his chair and started to drag the angered femme away from the table before another war breaks out. "Love the food, mom, I'll help ya clean later." Rapidly spoke the teen, leaving Smokescreen dumbfounded by his unexpected actions

"What was that all about?" Smokescreen was facing the direction the two left in.

"Smokescreen…" He turned his head back to the source of the sterned voice as he noticed June with her arms folded. "There's some things you have to keep to yourself in order for people not to get upset with you."

"What do you mean? I was only stating the truth and then Arcee got all offended by it. And then she says I screw things up." He pouted like a little kid.

"Arcee said some things out of term too, but you are the one that provoked her." June was now cleaning off the table, washing the dishes in the sink while Smokescreen was still seated. "You know you will have to go apologize to her, right?"

The sports jacket wearing teen looked at June like she was insane. "Apologize for what? Saving her life?"

"For being rude and disrespectful." She shot her head back at him. "Just because you have done something nice or helpful for a person, you don't have to constantly remind them of your 'good deeds' like you're expecting a reward out of them. Now, I want for you to apologize to her soon, or you will be grounded."

"What? You can't ground me, I'm thousands of years old!" Smokescreen glared.

"My roof, my rules," she firmly stated as she returns the challenging glare. "And do you want to bet on that?"

Damn, that glare was scary enough to shut up the white haired boy, making him shrink back into the wooden chair, still in eye contact with the other.

"No, ma'am.. I'll talk to her.." The all-so energetic Elite Guard was reduced obedient, scared-out-his-mind puppy.

After everything was cleaned, June started to head out of the kitchen. She nearly forgot Smokescreen was still in his chair. She sighs. "Come on, you can't stay in there forever."

Hours has passed at it was about 9:30. Procrastinating long enough, Smokescreen thinks it's about time to say something to Arcee, assuming that she was still awake. This whole time he was actually laying on the blow up matress June had set up for him in the living room, thinking of the right words to say to the biker femme.

No need to give her more reasons to hate him.

Smokescreen got up and headed down the hall where Arcee's room should be at. He stopped at the door of the bathroom, hearing someone humming from behind with sounds of water rushing in the background. He swung open the door realizing the soft humming was coming from Arcee.

"Hey, Arcee, I just want to say- woah…" Heat was rushed into the teen's face in chagrin. He didn't know Arcee was in the middle of taking a shower. His face was as red as the stripes in his hair, staring at the femme's exposed body.

"Eek!" Startled, Arcee desperately attempts to cover herself. "FOR PRIMUS SAKE, SMOKESCREEN, CLOSE THE DOOR!" She yelled, face turning beet red. "CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TAKING A SHOWER?!"

When Smokescreen didn't do what she said the second she demanded it, on the account of still being in stunned mode, a bar of soap was launched at his face, making him instinctively shut the door back with a loud SLAM!

'You know what, on second thought, I'll just talk to her tomorrow...' Best idea he had all night. He looked around the hallways.

Good, no one was awake.

No one would hear him run like mad back into the living room, jumping onto the mattress, covering his shame under the blankets.

"..."

He couldn't get the picture out of his processor no matter how hard he tried; Arcee's slightly paled skin and magnificently slendered figure was haunting him.

There was also one more detail about her that caught his attention the most...

He lifts his head up from the blankets, making sure the room was void of any people before whispering. "... She has a nice aft though…"


This chapter was meant to be short, but scrap happens.

XD. Poor Smokescreen. It would have been pretty funny if Arcee heard what he said, but I didn't want him killed.

Sorry for the slight crack or OOCness in some characters. But do expect slightly crack or something funny towards the end of certain chapters.

I'm the type that has to have something funny at the ends unless the chapter is primary sad or serious.

It wouldn't be a good thing to do that...

I'm still unsure if the next chapter will be about Bulkhead meeting Miko's host parents... I think I got a basic idea, but I'm open with suggestions!

I will say that I do have other ideas with upcoming chapters that will include:

Peanut Butter

Sadness

Poison Ivy

Hit You Right In The Spark Feels

Wheeljack (*fistpumps*)

FIGHTS!

*creepy voice* Slender

MECH (damn aftholes)

Movie Night~

Sparkling Sitting

And much more! But my ideas are limited, so I need your help! PM me, send in reviews. I'm open to anything, even OCs! With your help, I can keep this story alive long enough until it reaches its climax.

:3

Welp, see ya next time in another chapter of Bots In Human Flesh. *waves*