A funny, suspenseful, and fluffy chapter all rolled into one! Yay!
Okay, time for the cast to answer questions. First up, Hunter and Starscream. *turns to door* Hey, Hunt, 'Screamer, get in here!
*both come walking in*
Hunter: Yeah?
'Scream: What is it, human?
Me: First of all, that's Ms. Human to you, bub. Watch it! Got some questions here I need you guys to answer, so pop a squat. *both sit down on bed* Okay, the first questions are from Alice. She asks: "Why is that you, ' Sceamer, simply needed to stalk Hunter?"
Starscream: *looks to Hunter in a starstruck way* Because she is just so majestically beautiful. *leans in and tries to kiss her*
Hunter: *rolls optics and puts hand to his face to hold him back* In your dreams, buddy.
Me: Starscream! Not in my room, okay? I sleep here! Okay, Hunt, your turn. Alice asks you: "Hunt, if you had a sister what would you do? And how do you deal with your stalker 'Screamer?"
Hunter: Hmm… if I had a sister we would bring a whole new meaning to the phrase "living nightmare" to the Autobot base. We would reign in terror with our pranks! No one would be safe from our tyranny—not even Dad!
Me: O-O Wow… you just visited the dark side a little bit there, didn't ya?
Hunter: *shrugs* They have cookies.
Me: So they say….
Hunter: And how do I deal with 'Screamy here? -_- Believe me, it's not easy. The best strategy I have is to imagine all the ways I can beat him to scrap metal.
Starscream: *dreamily* Mmm, you can beat me to scrap metal whenever and however you want to….
Hunter: e_e Aaaand sometimes even that doesn't work.
Me: Starscream! Seriously! *sighs* Okay, she has more. She also wants to know what both of you would order if you went through a drive thru.
Hunter: Oh, that's easy: bacon cheeseburger, onion rings with ranch, and a medium Mountain Dew.
Me: Mmm… I'd have to go with a mango-pineapple smoothie.
Hunter: Ooh, those are good too.
Me: What about you, 'Screamy-boy?
Starscream: Hmm… I would like a double cheeseburger… uh, extra onions… uh, no mayo…. If you put mayo on I will kill you. Slowly. Uh, French fries—make them the curly ones—I love the curly ones! And nothing—NOTHING—that says 'Mega' on it.
*Hunter and I exchange look*
Me: Oh-kay. One more question from Alice.
Starscream: Ugh! Can this Alice character possible get anymore annoying with her imbecilic questions.
Me: HEY! You watch your mouth, buddy-boy! That's my spark-sister your talkin' about! I will rip you spark out and feed it to you, son!
Starscream: *cowers away*
Hunter: *snickers*
Me: All right. "What would you two do if you both got stuck on an island and you can't die and are stuck in human form with no powers what so ever?"
Starscream: O_O X3 I would be in heaven!
Hunter: O_O _ I would find a way to kill him!
Me: Okay, that's it. You're both done. Send in Optimus on your way out though.
Hunter: Will do.
*they leave and Optimus comes in*
Optimus: You have requested my presence, Blackblade?
Me: Yeah, I got a question here for you, boss 'bot. Up for answering it for our faithful reader?
Optimus: Absolutely.
Me: All right. It's from ImpossibleImpact. "When/where did you learn how to sing?"
Optimus: I've never really learned it—it is just something I have always been able to do. I don't sing very often, even if I do enjoy it, and when I do it is only for my spark-daughter. It is a part of our bond.
Me: And I know Hunter likes it too. Thanks, pal!
Optimus: Of course. Anything else?
Me: Um… nope. That's it—you're free to go. But send Ratchet in, would ya?
Optimus: Gladly. *he leaves, Ratchet comes in*
Ratchet: Whatever it is, I suggest we make it quick. I have some very important calibrations to make.
Me: Sure. Your question is from Sunnysides. "How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Please use Prowl-like logic to supply the answer."
Ratchet: O_e *glitches*
Me: Um… Hey, Optimus, Hunter! We have a situation!
*Hunter comes in and carries Ratchet out of room*
Me: Okay. One more to go. Bombardier! Come here!
Bombardier: *materializes as ghost* What is it?
Me: Q & A. Sit down! Oh, wait, you can't sit down can you?
Bomber: *growls* Just read me the stupid things already.
Me: Gladly! Okay, first one is from SunnySides. "Will you marry me? As your beloved wife, I will take every opportunity to kick your aft, let Optimus have his way with you, and trap you in a dark room with no exits with a horde of scraplets. So, Bomby Baby... Will you marry me?"
Bomber: Ya had me up until ya mentioned the Prime, sweetheart.
Me: O-O Seriously?
Bomber: What? I like games.
Me: Yeah… I know you do. But still… I never took you for… that kind of fetish….
Bomber: *wiggles eyebrows* Willin' to experiment with it?
Me: No, I am not. Now focus! You still have more questions. This one is from ImpossibleImpact. "Did you have as much fun getting your butt handed to you by Hunter as I did reading it?"
Bomber: *snarls* Next. Question.
Me: Well, I think that's your answer right there. This next one is from WolfAssassin369. Oh, and it's not a question, it's more like a chewing out. Hahaha! I love this! You wanna read?
Bomber: *stares at screen, starts to snarl* Why that little, worthless, flea-bitten, sludge-suckin'….
Me: Hey! Don't insult my readers, bub! I'll take you out, foo'!
Bomber: But…!
Me: No buts! Be gone!
Bomber: Why does everyone hate me?!
Me: Because you're a jackaft! Now go back to the pit! *Bomber disappears*
Me: Okay! Q & A is done, now on with the story!
I do not own Transformers or anything in relation. I only own Hunter, the Hybrid race, and any other character that you may not recognize.
X-Ray Dog; Objects in Motion
3
Ω A New Construct Ω
"Three… two… one…" Hunter counted down inside her head as she watched the clock on the wall. Right on cue the bell signaling the end of the final period and thus the end of the school day blared. Practically jumping out of her seat with an excited whoop, the sixteen-year-old quickly swung her long-since packed backpack up onto her shoulders and zipped out of the room, ahead of everybody else. Finally she could go home! Home where there was peace and quiet and she wasn't asked to sign autographs every five seconds!
Pulling her phone out of the waistband of her skirt, the young Hybrid dialed for home. "Hey, Ratch, it's me!" she panted, still running down the school hallway towards the front doors. She wanted to get out this building as soon as possible. "School's over, and I'm ready to come home, so I was wondering if you could open the ground-bridge, like, right now? … Huh? Oh, no, I'm not outside yet, but I am close. … Why? Because I don't wanna spend another second longer here than I already have to that's why! … I'll explain it when I get home—just open the bridge please." Suddenly the girl heard excitable cries of her name and looked to the right where a bunch of kids—who she'd sworn she'd already given autographs to—were rushing in her direction. Slag! Not again! "Now?!" Hunter screeched back into her phone.
She reached the doors and pushed them open, reaching the outside of the school, but there was no familiar looking, swirling, green portal there to meet her. Groaning, the teen almost sank to her knees as she started pleading to Ratchet over the phone. "Ratchet, please, open the bridge. Please? Pretty please, with sugar on top and molasses on the bottom? … Well, I can tell you what it means if you open the ground-bridge and bridge me home right now! … I swear to Primus I will do worse than take this tone with you if you don't open up that bridge! … I don't care if you are the medic and my superior or not! … I can reason with him. … I'm his daughter, that's why!
The girl's ears twitched and she turned to see the crowd of her crazy fans almost at the door. Eyes wide and desperate, the Fuser screamed into her phone once more, "Ratchet, please!" She turned at the welcome boom of the ground-bride and sighed with relief. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" she rambled a mile a minute. Not even bothering to run down the slight of stairs that led down the mountainside to the bottom, the young Hybrid simply leaped down them, clearing the entire flight, and hit the ground at the bottom. Then she was up and sprinting through the bridge, leaving the crazy fan-mob behind.
It felt like she had to run for countless miles before she finally reached the base but in actuality it was no more than several yards. Once the base came within sight at the end of the hard-light tunnel, Hunter jumped and dove out of the vortex and into the base, ignoring the discomfort as her chest and stomach hit the floor and she skidded across. Hitting the wall all the way across from the bridge, she whipped around and pointed to the vortex. "Close it!" she ordered. "Close now, before they come through!"
"Before what comes through?" Ratchet demanded, both annoyed and alarmed at his adopted granddaughter's (he will kill you if you mention that to anyone else) desperation.
"The mob!" Hunter howled, looking up at him. "Do it now!"
Ratchet did just that.
Only when the bridge had closed completely did Hunter allow herself to relax and breathe easy. "Whew!" she exclaimed, panting and slouching against the wall, a hand over her eyes. "Okay… that… was way too close."
"What was it?" Ratchet questioned, still completely confused. "Decepticons?"
Hunter shook her head. "Worse. Fanboys, and even worse than that, fangirls."
Ratchet blinked. "What?"
Sighing, the Hybrid waved it off. "Trust me. You don't wanna know."
That seemed to answer enough for Ratchet because he sighed heavily in exasperation and walked back towards the lab where he had no doubt been tinkering on something beforehand.
Heaving a sigh of her own, Hunter got to her feet and brushed herself off. "Finally!" she thought to herself. "I can get out of these stupid clothes." Readjusting her backpack, the teenager began to head in the direction of her quarters. Hearing the sound of the television playing as she went by the living area of the catwalk, she looked up to see the tops of the heads of her friends and smiled. "Hey, guys," she called, stopping for a moment.
Hearing her voice, all three of the humans turned in their seats to look down at her.
"Yo, Hunt!" Miko greeted with a grin.
"Hey, Hunter," Raf greeted at the same time with a wave.
"How was the first day of Hy-school?" Jack questioned.
The redhead groaned and rolled her sapphire blues. "Ugh! Let's just say that I'm happy I'm gonna be attending only two days a week—and even that still seems like too much."
"That bad, huh?" Raf asked.
"Total and complete nightmare."
All of a sudden, Miko, who had been staring at the Hybrid girl very strangely, came out and inquired, "Uh… red… are you… wearing a skirt?"
For the first time, the boys took notice of this as well. "Whoa!" they both quietly exclaimed in unison.
Immediately deflating, Hunter looked down at the floor, face going red in both embarrassment and annoyance as she growled. "Okay, I'm leaving." With a huff, the girl turned away from her friends and continued on towards her room.
"H-hey! It doesn't look that bad!" Raf called after her.
"Are you kidding?" Miko, ever unaware when honest became too honest, asked in disbelief. "Look at that thing! It's an eyesore!"
"Thank you, Miko!" Hunter replied sarcastically. "Because I didn't already know that!"
"Miko!' Jack whispered harshly, elbowing her in the ribs. Looking back at Hunter and not wanting her to leave mad, the boy quickly wracked his brain for something—anything—complimentary to say to her. "Uh… th-that skirt looks great on you, Hunter!" he stuttered. "It really accentuates your legs!" Right as the sentence left his mouth, Jack's face flushed beet red, realizing just how bad and completely different from what he was trying to say that sounded.
Eyes wide in shock, Hunter whipped around and stared up at her friend in utter bewilderment. "Say what?!" she screeched appalled.
"Dude!" Miko exclaimed at the same time, giving Jack the stink eye. "You did not just say that!"
"Jack!" Raf yelped, looking disgusted.
Face growing redder and warmer, Jack looked down at the floor and scratched the back of his head. "That's… that's not what I meant to say…" he murmured.
"I hope so," Miko agreed with a nod of her head.
Shaking off her shock, Hunter turned away again. "Okay," she shuddered, "things just got a little too weird around here. I'm out!" She continued on down the hallway towards her room.
When she'd disappeared, Raf turned to Miko and a still blushing Jack. "Okay," he admitted, "that really is an ugly skirt."
"I heard that!" Hunter's voice bellowed from down the hall.
Both boys flinched, especially Raf, since he'd been the one to say it. Miko, by contrast, just looked utterly confused. "How did she…" the Japanese girl began but then her face lit up as she suddenly got it. "Oh, right, super-hearing."
The Arabian Desert:
He was known only by Silas, and he was in the middle of the desert, leaning against the side of the helicopter, eyes scanning the surrounding area. He still wasn't quite sure what was going on. All he knew was that he had been contacted by this… mysterious woman who had refused to give her name, and had been told to meet her at the coordinates, on this night, at this time, alone. If he did that, she said, she would give him something that he couldn't possibly refuse. Worried for his safety his men hadn't all but pleaded with him not to go alone, and in all honesty he hadn't wanted to come alone either—especially since he didn't know who or what he was dealing with, but this was just too good an opportunity to pass up. If this woman really could give him something that he couldn't possibly refuse, it most definitely must have been worth the risk. Besides, the phrase "you can't possibly refuse" scratched him right where he itched.
A few more minutes went by and Silas growled in impatience. Where was this woman?! He wasn't going to sit out here all night! If something didn't happen in the next ten minutes he was leaving, "you can't possibly refuse" or no.
"Getting impatient, Silas?" a familiar woman's voice broke through the man's train of thought.
Jumping, Silas brought out his gun, whipped around, and aimed upwards towards the top of the helicopter where a figure, clad completely in black Arabian garb so that nothing except their eyes showed, sat. Despite the fact that the clothing revealed no shape of their body, just from the way they sat and their eyes glittered—not to mention the fact that it was a woman's voice that had broken the silence and this was the only other person out here with him—Silas could tell that this figure was female. Thus, this had to be female that had lured him out here. Gun still aimed at her, the man took a step further back. "Who are you?" he demanded with a snarl. "How do you know who I am?"
"Right to the point," the woman replied. "I like that." Standing up, she leaped off of the helicopter, performed a flip and landed directly in front of Silas in a crouch. When she straightened up, the man was amazed at just how tall she was; she was almost a full head taller than him! "I know many things about you, Silas," the woman answered his question, standing before him with her hands folded behind her back, unflinching despite the fact that I gun was aimed right for her chest. "I know that your legal name is Leland Bishop, and I know all about your discharge from the American military and what is was concerning. I know all about your organization of MECH and what it hopes to achieve." She tread closer to him. "As for the question of who I am," she leaned in so that there was no more than a few centimeters separating their faces, "I'm the person who is about to become your new best friend."
For a moment Silas couldn't speak. All he could do was stare into those eyes—those inhuman, blood red eyes! What on God's green earth was this woman?! Determined to not let this figure—whom he still didn't know whether she was friend or foe—Silas smirked and leveled his gun beneath her masked chin. "What makes you so sure?" he challenged. He cocked the gun.
Eyes widening a bit, the woman backed off, and she stared at the gun. Then she looked back up at Silas with a deadly glower. Before the man knew what was happening, she kicked a leg out and up, knocking the gun from Silas' hand up into the air and then caught in her own gloved ones, leveling it back at him. "So unwise," she hissed.
Silas backed up with his hands in the air. It was obvious that this woman was not to be trifled with. "What do you want?" he gulped.
"Oh, it's not really a matter of what I want," she responded, uncocking the gun and taking it off of him. "It's what you want." With a quick jerk of her hands, she snapped the hand gun in half and threw it down into the sand between them. "And what you want," she went on, gaining the amazed man's attention once again, "is technology—powerful technology. Am I right?"
Still a bit shocked at what she'd done to his gun, Silas could only nod.
"What would you say if I told you that I can put not just one piece of tech in your hands, but two? Both more powerful than you can even imagine?"
"I would say that's a mighty big claim," Silas answered. Then he stroked his chin in thought for a minute. "But, you've piqued my interest. What do you have?"
Smiling evilly behind her mask, the woman reached up a sleeve of her garb and pulled out some type of device that—in Silas' eyes—looked somewhat like a form of Geiger counter. She pressed some buttons and then held it out to him. On the screen of the device was what looked like a box. "This is the DNGS—Dynamic Nuclear Generation System. It's a prototype energy source. Very powerful and very ahead of its time."
Once again Silas stroked his chin, thinking over everything that device could be put to use for. "All right, you have me," he conceded after a moment. "But what about the other one?"
The woman smiled even more evilly and wagged a finger at him. "To be revealed in due time," she answered. "If you pursue the DNGS, it will soon follow and be yours for the taking."
Autobot Outpost Omega One:
Ratchet stood the ground-bridge controls once again, waiting for Team Prime to come through and to see what repairs he'd have to make. As soon as the four 'bots came in sight, he could see that Bulkhead was holding a shoulder and Bumblebee was limping only slightly on his left foot. Arcee had some scuffs and scrapes but seemed to be no worse for wear and neither did Optimus—no shock there. The old mech pointed to the two young mechs. "You two," he said, jutting a thumb to his lab, "in my lab. Now."
Grumbling and complaining, Bulk and 'Bee followed the medic into the lab.
Arcee and Optimus both chuckled and then the femme retreated towards the washrooms, more than ready to take a shower and wash the dirt and grime off her brilliant blue armor.
Optimus had another destination in mind, despite he was heading in the same direction as Arcee. He paused beside the catwalk where the three humans were working on homework and watching TV. Okay, it was more like watching TV and procrastinating on homework. "Good afternoon, Jack, Miko, Rafael," he greeted them with a friendly smile.
They all made a nonchalant wave in his direction, not even looking away from the television. "Hey, Optimus," they all returned as one.
"Have the three of you seen Hunter?"
"She came home about half-an-hour ago," Raf answered.
"Went towards her room," Jack elaborated more on the subject.
"She wasn't very happy," Miko continued on. Then she snickered and slyly looked at Jack. "Jack tried to cheer her up and said… mmph!" A hand belonging to the boy in question suddenly slapped over her mouth, cutting her off.
"Zip it!" he hissed harshly. He knew how protective Optimus was of Hunter and that protectiveness wasn't just against Decepticons and bounty hunter and anyone else who wanted to hurt her, it was against anything and everything that had to do with boys too—Jack included. Honestly, Jack did have a bit of a crush on Hunter, though he'd never admit it. And he would never, ever pursue her without talking to Optimus first, not just out of respect for the Prime but also for his own safety and well-being. If he started dating Hunter behind Optimus' back and Optimus found out, even if he was being as gentlemanly as possible… Jack was terrified to think of what would happen. He'd already gotten growled and glared at by the mech once, and that was when he'd just made a small, flirtatious gesture toward Hunter! If Optimus heard about what he'd said to Hunter earlier, even if it had been unintentional…. The teen quivered at the possibilities.
"Hmm…." Optimus cocked an optic-ridge in suspicion and eyed the older boy and girl. Somehow he got the sense that there was more to the tale that Miko was telling that Jack didn't want revealed. For a moment he was curious and then he shrugged it off. If it was something important he would find out about it and if not it was no great loss of knowledge. With that, the Prime nodded his head to the children in thanks and receded down the hall to his daughter's room.
Once he was gone, Jack let his hand slip from Miko's mouth and slumped into the couch with a heavy sigh. Miko and Raf both snickered.
Optimus knocked on the doors. "Hunter?" he called.
" 's open," his daughter's voice came from beyond.
Smiling, Optimus pushed the door open and stepped inside, chuckling as he laid optics on his daughter.
Hunter was lying on her berth, still in human form, face down, arms and legs sprawled out like she had just collapsed from utter exhaustion and was too tired to move.
Still chuckling, Optimus came all the way into the room and closed the door behind him before coming over to her berth and sitting down beside her. With a large foredigit he stroked her back. "Rough day?" he cooed, smiling down at her.
Hunter groaned. "You have no idea," she mumbled, not taking her face out of the concrete of her berth. She sighed happily at the much welcome sensation of her spark-father scratching/massaging her back and shoulders with his finger.
"Talk to me, sweet-spark," Optimus gently coaxed.
Moaning, Hunter rolled onto her side to look up at the large mech. "Well, first off, not that it was ever a big concern before, but I don't think I have to worry about not being popular there," she remarked.
"Made friends already, have you?"
"Friends? No. More like screaming, shrieking, adoring, 'I-would-die-for-you' fans. Literally."
"That bad?"
"You would not believe it if you saw it. Dad, it was insanity-hour! At the assembly for me to be introduced, I go up to the podium to say 'hi' and all of a sudden this girl jumps up out of her seat and starts screaming and jumping up and down she's so excited! 'Ah! It's the Fuser! It's the Fuser!'" Hunter mimicked the girl's voice as best she could, making her father laugh. "Then the whole friggin' lot of 'em scream—I almost went deaf!—and they storm the stage, all asking for autographs. I musta signed a million autographs today. Not just for students either, the staff was asking for 'em too. I swear I got carpal tunnel." The girl held up her right hand, flexing and massaging it for it still ached a bit from the day's events. She looked back up at the Prime. "I have never been so sick of being fawned over in my entire life. Okay, that's not really a fair comparison because this the first time in my life people have fawned over me, but still! The highlight of my day was finding out about the De-Fusers."
Optimus cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head in confusion. "The what?" he asked.
"The De-Fusers," Hunter repeated. "They're a small group of kids at school who—get this—absolutely hate my guts."
"I see," Optimus replied a bit darkly, already starting to dislike these children even though he had no idea who they were. He wasn't fond of anyone who hated his daughter, despite how she felt about them. That was just more of the overprotective-father syndrome.
"Yeah, they just despise me and anything that has to do with. I was so happy to find out that there were people who hated me I almost kissed all of them."
Optimus gave her a look.
"But I didn't!"
The Prime chuckled and shook his head at his spark-daughter. "Your day was quite eventful then, was it?" he inquired teasingly.
"That is an understatement," Hunter deadpanned. "My day was pit." All at once, the sixteen-year-old held her arms up to her father, a signal to be picked up.
The red and blue Autobot gave her a sympathetic look and obliged. "You poor thing," he crooned, scooping her up in both hands and cradling her close to his spark.
Closing her eyes, the girl snuggled closer to his chest, enjoying the warmth from his spark beneath the plating and the soothing hum it gave forth. "Did you ever get fawned over like that back on Cybertron?" she questioned.
"Fortunately not," Optimus answered, gently rubbing her back with a finger. "Remember, sweet-spark, I wasn't always a Prime. I was an archivist before I was chosen by Primus and became one, but that was not long before the war began, and when it did there wasn't exactly much time for anyone to fawn over me."
Hunter huffed in envy. "Well you are extremely lucky," she informed him. Sighing heavily, the Hybrid youngling pushed away from her father's chestplate and looked up into his brilliant blue optics. "Daddy," she said in a small voice, once again trying to butter him up, "can I please be homeschooled? I don't wanna go back there again—I might go homicidal if I do."
Optimus only continued to smile sympathetically at her. "I am sorry, my shooting star," he apologized, "but you must learn of your heritage someway, and Greasy cannot teach you everything you need to know. Hy-school is here to stay, whether you like it or not."
The girl glared daggers at him. "You suck," she growled.
A devilish gleam suddenly came to the Prime's optics and he smirked. "Is that so?" he challenged, a dangerous lilt in his voice.
Hunter's eyes widened in fear. Uh-oh, she knew that look! Wriggling her way out of his grasp, the redhead tried to jump down to the floor to scamper away but she was caught and pinned down to her berth, arms up above her head being held down by the mech's fingers and her legs being held down by his thumb. She stared up at her commander and father in terror. It was true that she could break away with ease since she was so much stronger than he was, but truthfully, she didn't really want to. It had been a while since the last time the two of them had just played together. Because their play sessions were few and far between each one was most definitely appreciated and cherished on both ends, despite how some people (*coughs* Fowler!) believed Hunter to be too old for such things. Since when was there an age limit for spending time with your Dad? Still, even if she didn't pull away, Hunter wriggled and struggled in her father's grasp, well aware of what was coming. "Dad!" she squeaked, giggling already. "Daddy, please, no!"
Optimus laughed. "You're begging already?" he questioned, still smirking dangerously down at her even though his voice made him sound as innocent as can be. "But I haven't even touched you yet." Teasing her, he moved his free hand closer, holding out one wiggling digit.
Hunter shrieked and flinched, squeezing her eyes shut as she giggled like mad.
The Prime shook his head. "Amazing," he marveled. "I don't even need to touch you to tickle you."
"Take it and shove it!" Hunter snapped, but she was still laughing.
"Where would you like for me to do such a request?" Optimus asked. He stroked the tip of his finger over her underarms. "Here?"
Hunter yelped and squirmed, her giggles getting louder. "Dad!"
"Or here perhaps?" The mech wiggled his fingertip into the crevice of her neck.
The girl tried to trap his finger there with her head and shoulder, but even that didn't stop the ticking. "Daddy!"
"Maybe here?" He ran his finger up and down her sides several times.
Hunter screamed and squirmed harder.
That's when Optimus gasped, as if the most brilliant idea in the history of brilliant ideas had come to him and that dangerous look on his face became borderline deadly. "Oh, no wait," he commented in a low voice. "I know where." He held his hand up again, all digits wiggling now, and circled it above the squirming, giggling, and pleading redhead. "Rrriiiggghhht… here!" In the blink of an eye he'd zeroed in on Hunter middle and began to attack with merciless vengeance.
Hunter's eyes flew wide open and she bucked viciously. "Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Da-ha-ha-ddy-hee-hee-hee! Noooo!" The sixteen-year-old squeezed her eyes shut again and threw her head back, laughing so hard that she was already crying.
Optimus laughed right along with her, albeit evilly. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I have you now!" Suddenly he remembered something he'd heard Will Lennox say to Annabelle whenever he tickled her. "Cootchie, cootchie coo!" He tickled harder and faster.
The tickling along with the very concept of her mostly serious and stoic commander cooing something as silly as "cootchie coo"—even if he was her spark-father—made the teen laugh even harder. "Ba-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Da-ha-ha-ha-d! Stop! Sto-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-op! Ple-hee-hee-hee-ease! Can't—ha, ha, ha, ha… can't… bre-hee-hee-eathe! No-ho-ho-ho-ho fair!" She tried to roll onto her side or pull away, but it was too late; she was trapped and too weak from laughing to break free. "Daddy-hee-hee-hee! Ahh!"
CHALLENGE! Okay, so that little awkward scene with Jack saying to Hunter how her skirt "accentuates her legs" is gonna be what this one revolves around. Your challenge, imagine Optimus was either in the room when it happened or heard about it. Just write me a little snippet of what you think would happen. DO NOT PUT THESE IN THE COMMENTS ALONG WITH YOUR NORMAL REVIEWS (guests are the exception). PM me. I will read though them all and give them rankings-1st, 2nd, 3rd, etc. and post THE TOP THREE at the top of my next update. I will post ALL of them to my profile in case anyone else is curious as to who wrote what. Have fun!
Oh, and for anyone who's curious and wants to find out the name of Bombardier's sister, I made a set for her on Polyvore and the link to it will be on my profile.