I do not own Transformers.
Smokescreen's internal clock told him it was time to get up. Yanking away the blanket from his body, the white haired teen yawned while stretching his arms up in the air, feeling some loose joints snap into place.
"Is that what bones sound like?" He thought out loud, getting up.
Even if the mattress he slept on wasn't exactly high quality, it still felt so soft and cozy oppose to what it would have been sleeping on a cold, metal berth. Cybertronians' sensitivity isn't as keen as those of a human, so there wasn't a need to have blankets and soft beds back on their home planet.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Greeted June as she was already wide awake. She was previously in the kitchen, based off the cup of morning coffee held in her hand, and came out when she caught the sound movement in the living room.
"Oh, mornin' June." The used-to-be sportscar greeted back smiling. "Are the other's awake or is it just you?"
"Jack's awake. He was just in here eating breakfast a while ago and went back to his room to get ready to go to the base."
"And what about Arcee?" Smokescreen hesitated to asked about the femme.
"Still sleeping I think. Speaking of Arcee, did you apologize to her last night?"
Smokescreen frowned, turning his gaze to a different direction. June took that as a 'no', however, she didn't get why the teen was trying to hide his blushing face.
"Smokescreen, what happened?"
"I… rather not talk about it.."
To his luck, Arcee had came into the living room, partly tired, but other than that refreshed. She was rubbing the remaining sleep from her bright azure eyes, not paying any mind to those in the room at first.
"Oh, hey Arcee..:" said Smokescreen with a look of embarrassment plastered on his face. The moment Arcee fully opened her eyes, they narrowed with Smokescreen in her piercing gaze. The teen shifts his head away from her icy glare.
Jack, who just walked in on this was, presumed that Arcee was still ticked off at the mech.
Before either Jack or June could form a question, Arcee was already a few feet from the door. "I'm calling for Ratchet for a 'bridge. I'm on patrol this morning." She stated plainly as if she didn't just give Smokescreen a death stare.
"Woah, 'cee wait for me," Jack practically rushed up to the biker girl to catch up to her.
"Be careful, sweetie." worriedly called the mother as a "Bye mom, I will," came back from the son, not too long hearing the door slam shut.
"She hates my guts more than ever.." Once Arcee was out of hearing range, Smokescreen groaned heavily with both hands covering his face. He feels a hand on his right shoulder.
"I'm sure she doesn't hate you," she reasuresures the techno-organic. "Arcee just hasn't cooled down yet. She'll come to, trust me."
"You say that.." He wasn't cheered up by the words as a sigh escaped his fleshy lips. 'I doubt she'll forgive me after I was staring at her..' Smokescreen stopped right there, extremely glad he didn't spoke that outloud.
"Come on. I promised that I'll teach you to cook. And I have a recipe in mind."
"So, what is this called again?" Bumblebee was holding a jar filled of some type of gooey, rust colored substance in his hand with a spoon in another. It was Saturday at the base and Miko was informing Bumblebee about one of the few joys of being a human when they were in the main area.
Bulkhead and Raf was around the two as Optimus was conversing with Ratchet about important matters.
"It's called peanut butter," Miko explained as she twisted the cap off the jar. "It's like a delicious paste that you can put on bread to make an okay PB&J sandwich and other stuff. But, it taste even better by itself." She takes the spoon out of the scout's hand and scooped up a huge amount of the cream, almost more than the spoon can handle.
"Though, you have to put a whole lot of it in your mouth to fully enjoy it." Miko tried to keep her grin from widening as Bumblebee took the spoon carefully from the other.
"If you say so." 'Bee stuffed the glob of peanut butter as told. He liked the way it tasted. It was gooey as he thought it would be… maybe a bit too gooey… It was sticking to the roof of his mouth like paste. Sounds of confused grunts and excessively smacking noises, tongue flailing in and out like a dog's, as he tries to lick off the paste.
And when he tried to speak, it was as legible of him speaking in beeps; only difference being that no one could understand him.
Miko burst out in laughter when Bumblebee tried to speak.
"Oh my God, you feel for one of the oldest tricks in the books!" Cried Miko, clutching her sides. Horrified blue optics were locked onto Miko saying, 'You planned this all along!?' and 'Why would you do something like that to me?'
"Miko, did you really have to torment him?" Bulkhead only found this as amusing as Bumblebee did. Afterall, 'bee just recovered from being flattened and had the chance to hear his own voice again only to have that taken only from him temporary.
"Relax, Bulk. Geez, you're starting to sound like my host parents again…"
"I do not. I'm just concerned about your safety just like they are." Bulkhead folded his muscular arms defensively.
Rafael was momentarily out of the room, coming back into the middle of the conversation between the Wreckers. "How did that go? You meeting Miko's host parents I mean."
"Surprisingly not as bad as I thought it would be."
"Pfft. They practically loved you. Talking about 'Oh, you're keeping Miko out of trouble, that's great!' and 'We've been trying so hard to keep Miko in line, it's good to have someone like you and blah blah blah'..." Miko opens and shuts her hand in a 'yap yap yap' motion.
"Miko…Dontcha think you give them a hard time?" Bulkhead seen the way Miko treats her caretakers, ignoring them half the time and plain rude the other.
"Why do you care? It's not like they are my real parents, who are like halfway across the world-"
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!"
A deep, loud belching noise interrupted the Wecker's conversation, twisting their bodies back to see where it came from.
Bumblebee was holding a now emptied jug of milk that was given to him by Raf to hold. Though, Bumblebee must have misinterpreted it as a sign for him to drink it all.
"And we're out of milk…" Raf shook his head as he was bringing a cup for the scout to drink out of.
The yellow hooded scout looked at Raf, then at Bulkhead and Miko. "Er… Excuse me?" Sheepishly smiled Bumblebee. Inside, he was glad that all the sticky peanut butter was washed down by the milk.
Miko chuckled, waving away the stench. "Nice one, 'Bee!"
"One groundbridge coming up…" Ratchet pulled down the lever that controls the mystic portal. The Autobots faced the entrance as Arcee was the first one to stomp out of it. Eventually, Jack came out of it behind her, though not much with an attitude.
"Yo, Arcee, how was the sleepover?" 'Bee went ahead and greeted the biker femme.
"Fine." She quickly replied with a hint of anger laced in her usually calm voice.
Miko sensed the bad vibe emanating from Arcee "Woah, what crawled up in her tailpipes?" she looks over at Jack.
"Smokescreen pissed her off last night.." Jack reluctantly answered.
"Again? Is he dead now?" Miko noticed the sports car wasn't in sight.
"Nah. He stayed behind with my mom so he could learn how to cook."
Raf overheard the older teen's conversation and questioned, "Smokescreen is learning how to cook?"
Ratchet frowned, staring at the monitor. "That's strange…."
"What's is it, Old Friend?" Optimus frowned too in concern.
"Scanners are picking up 'con activity here in a island called Hawaii… Now what can they be possible up too?" Ratchet scratched the back of his helm.
"Not in dressed in drag and doing the hula I hope." Grinned Miko as Jack and Raf slipped a chuckled, getting that reference. None of the Autobots fathom the reason behind their amusement.
Nevertheless, Optimus closed his eyes in thought, "It is without doubt that the Decepticons are on the move to locate the medical unit."
"Assuming if it's there." A few keys were pressed down by the medic. "The Decepticons could be hunting down random energy signals in hopes that they will find what they are looking for. It could be another Iacon relic for all we now since these readings I'm getting don't exactly match up with the medical device."
"Nevertheless, we must prevent the Decepticons from getting their hands on it."
"With all due respect, Optimus, I'm unsure if it's wise for you all to engage the enemy while you're not fully used to your new form. There's also more precautions, not to mention you all won't be able to get away fast enough without your alt. modes if the time comes."
Bulkhead didn't too much like where this was heading. "You aren't suggesting that we sit here and do nothing?"
"Yeah, Doc! Besides, you said it yourself that we still have our strengths. We can take care of ourselves." Bumblebee recalled the words Ratchet said.
Optimus nodded, "Bulkhead and Bumblebee are correct. We will just have to take that risk."
Ratchet did try to persist for Optimus to change his decision until he realized that the leader was right. The nexts words out of the medic's mouth was, "Please, be careful."
Heeding Ratchet's words, Optimus only nodded in response. A groundbridge was opened with a lock on the coordinates.
"Autobots, trans-" The Prime stopped, aware of the current phrase wouldn't do them justice in a time like this. For a moment, you could have sworn he was embarrassed. "Autobots, let's go!" He commanded with equal enthusiasm as he and the team ran into the swirling blue and green vortex.
Meh, he might have time to come up with a better phrase.
Meanwhile in the tropical rainforest in Hawaii, Starscream was in charge of leading the group of Vehicons, and not having a fun time at that. Between being nearly stepped on by a careless trooper's ped, (which Starscream is getting the idea that they are doing this to humor themselves) was even more humiliated trying to catch up with them with his smaller body.
So, basically he had two options: Stay in the front and pray you won't get stepped on or try to keep up with them in the back. And Primus forbides he travels in the middle of them. And resorting for one of them to carry him would be plain embarrassing for the proud former Seeker to dare ask for.
Adding on to his long list of miseries, there was also the hot and humid Hawaiian weather that was bothering his organic skin. Wearing a long aft trench coat and pants isn't helping his case either as it felt he was burning up inside. 'How in the name of the Allspark can humans live like this?!'
To say that he hates his life at this point would be an understatement.
Trudging along with his mud covered shoes, he dreads the time it will take to reach their destination.
What felt like hours of excruciating pain, which in reality was a few nano-kliks, Starscream and his mindless drones came across medium sized crater that had Energon crystals growing from the inside of it like flowers.
"I came all this way for Energon?! Tch.. Soundwave must be losing his touch…" Grumbled Starscream, making a mental note to himself to chew out the TIC later on. "What are you waiting for?" Starscream started to glare at the Vehicons. "You know the drill; round up all the Energon and hurry."
The instant the drones were about to do their work, the familiar sounds of a groundbridge opening up were caught in their audio receptors and ears in Starscreams case.
"Autobots…" He growled the name in irritation, twisting around to the portal, waiting for the Autobots charging out of it as always. On instinct, Decepticon blasters were getting warmed up and ready to fire at the intruders. Starscream's red optics widen in shock, there was no giant robots exiting the portal, but four measly humans.
"What the.." He tilted his head before bursting out in laughter. "Hah! I didn't realize that the Autobots themselves were turned into pitiful skin bags."
"Look who's talking," growled Bumblebee, looking like he was going to shoot off the former Seeker's head.
"Yes, look indeed at who's talking. I might need to inform Lord Megatron that your voice box is repaired so he can have the pleasure of tearing it out all over again."
That hit a sensitive spot. "You fragging glitch!"
Smirking, Starscream pointed menacingly at the Autobot-Humans. "Decepticons, attack and destroy the Autobots!"
By the time I posted this, I have to catch the bus, but I wanted to post this up for everyone!
This chapter was longer than anticipated, so the second half will be out when I come home from school!
