Chapter 4:
Who's driving in this relationship?
Summary: A new addition to the Lennox family makes Ironhide angry.
Rating: G
Disclaimer : Don't Own. Am broke.
"NO!" Ironhide said angrily as he kept his doors to his truck form locked tight. Not only did Will want to bring a rodent into the interior of his car he also wanted to bring one that looked as dirty as the one that Sam called Mojo.
"Come on Ironhide I promise it wont do anything inside." Will Lennox negotiated as he tried to keep his hands on the squirming little golden haired rodent in his hands.
"I will not allow that dirty little rodent to ruin my interior." Ironhide said, their were only a few things he would allow on his leather seats, hairy, smelly, dirty rodents were not one of them.
"It's not a rodent its a dog, actually its golden retriever. Come on 'Hide its only back to the house then he will never be allowed in you again." Sarah Lennox said as she came back towards the arguing car and her husband. She had learned long before about Ironhide and the Autobots, it seemed Will could not keep many secrets from her. She had been accepting and even welcoming to the robot especially after she learned what he had done for Will in Mission City.
"Who's the one driving in this relationship? I should have the right to choose what goes inside me."
"Actually I think the saying is 'Who's wearing the pants?'" Sarah said smiling. "Come one Ironhide, don't make me do something drastic."
Will looked over at his wife and what she was holding in her hands. It was a bumper sticker that read 'I heart my Golden'. Ironhide didn't respond and Sarah walked behind him taking off the back of the sticker she bent down ready to place it in the middle of his bumper. About an inch from touching him she paused as they heard the doors unlock and pop open.
"What's wrong Ironhide I checked you last week?" Ratchet said as he looked with concern at the weapons specialist.
"I have hair everywhere and it wont get out of my gears." Ironhide said sounding defeated.
"I thought you said you would never let Spike inside again." Ratchet said wondering what threat the Lennox family had used to get Ironhide to allow the puppy inside him.
"They threatened to never wash me again." Ironhide said.
"Are you sure your the one driving in this relationship?" Ratchet asked laughter apparent in his voice.
Ironhide growled at him as he let Ratchet once again try to clean out his gears of the Golden Retriever's excessively shedding hair.