Man and Machine 2 /2

Disclaimer: Don't' own Transformers... damn

Rating: pg

Summary: " Son... the driver don' pick the car, the car pick the driver... It's a mythical bond between man an' machine."

Author's notes: Did this while cleaning my POS Neon... Sort of a dedication to Bernie Mac.. Gonna miss the man.


A girl and her car.


It had all started with a few thousand dollars, an eager blond teenager, and a persuasive parental unit. He didn't understand what went on between the three of them, only that the cute little femme was going to get him the slag out of that dealership lot. He was a patient mech, really he was, but even Prime would have been at the end of his own patience with only empty and lifeless vehicles as company. He watched the girl carefully for any sign that he would be mistreated at that moment.

Being there for so long had conditioned him to many things he wasn't used to. Like, for example, humans who didn't look neat, hygienic or were far too ignorant, normally didn't take care of their cars. Or, more importantly, spoilt little rich kids were more annoying and whiny than Sunstreaker when his paint got chipped. THAT was the deciding factor when people came to buy him. He just DIDN'T want to go home with them, Not if it meant torture. But this girl seemed pretty average. She didn't look rich, she didn't look disgusting and she actually smelled good, which was a good thing because his sensors were rather sensitive to stuff like that.

He had begun to panic when she and her parental unit walked away and back into the building. Did this mean that he'd be staying there longer? He certainly didn't want to because she was cute and looked nice and he really wanted a driver and she was perfect and he wanted her and–

He was rambling internally again... That was almost as worse as rambling outwardly. He had broken himself of the habit, somewhat.. Talking all the time. Solitude in space did that too a mech... but.. When he was jittery, it sort of was a relapse. He really was worried.. He had wanted the girl, badly, because she was simply perfect in all of her averageness.. Almost resigned to his fate of more lonely nights, he was ecstatic when the girl returned again, beaming and smiling. He felt the dealer kneel behind him, screw something on ( probably those licence plate thingies) and turn to the girl.

"'e's all your's lil lady, you take care of him." and he could have just screeched and squealed when the girl thanked the man and walked to his door. He was silent in anticipation. When she sat down, practically sunk into the seats with a sigh and put her hands on the steering wheel, he knew he'd made a good choice for once. Wheeljack would have been very proud of him. She turned on the ignition and he let his engines rev loudly in joy. The girl shivered and her grin got wider.

"You're perfect"

He liked this girl!

--2--2--2--2

She didn't understand what connected her to the sleek mustang sitting in the drive way. Really, by common sense, it should have just been a regular car, a really NICE looking regular car, but a regular car none the less.

But it wasn't.

There was just something about it that was different. Perhaps it was the grace in which it was able to maneuver around vehicles and down the highway when she was driving, or perhaps it was her mind making things up. But she knew there was a connection there. She was possessive about it too, she wanted the car to herself. After all, wasn't it because of her job and many nights of babysitting brats that had pulled the two of them together? Really, so she had all rights to believe her car was special. He father talked to his Tv ( well, only when it wasn't working) so she figured her excuse was that it ran in the family.

She didn't have many constant things in her life. Her parents had both divorced, moved and remarried, tearing her into five different paths. Her friends in school came and went as they pleased, there was enough vanity among them to go around, and her college offers were here and there. It was a hard life to deal with, one that she felt often confused and closed in on her. Her Mustang though... it was there, it was always there and it listened. It always had something silent to say, and she always believed that it was a talkative one.. She needed someone... something like that to keep her held together... After all

Those who listen often times are better friends than those who do not.

And if she would cry and sob, because she was alone, because she needed that someone so bad.. The mustang sat there in the drive way. She could sometimes pretend that the gentle voice was reaching out. " I'm here now. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to leave you."

--2--2--2--2

As their relationship furthered into her senior year of highschool, he realized that his little femme was a very insecure being. Human society was a scarey place for one such as herself to be, alone in most senses of the word. Her loved ones were around her, but no one knew her as HE did. He was there to sooth her pains and tears. He was the one that continued to listen, because he was good at that, he was really good at that. She brought out the best and worst in him. Reminding him of that long time ago when it was him and Wheeljack and the Autobots. Their unconscious bond was so strong, he felt his spark ache whenever something was wrong. And that would bring back the smile he knew behind a masked face. " You're a good mech Blue... you feel so strongly.. That's what everyone likes about you. What I like about you... Keep doing that, and your bonds with everyone will be just as strong"

He knew that as much as he wanted to reveal himself and envelop his tiny femme into a hug, it was near useless, so he resigned to being a silent guardian. He would listen as she sat and read to herself. He liked the stories she told, they held a fantasy he was not familiar with. When the mood hit her, she'd come to him, smoothing soft hands over his hood and then take him for drives. It was then that she needed him the most. He protected her from harm, watched over her in the company of others and tried his best to encourage her when something did not go the way it was planned. He even silently applauded her as she sang to whatever was on his radio, he liked her singing.

This human femme was his world because she'd saved him from loneliness.

They were two of a kind, losing and gaining things faster than they could apprehend.

They needed one another.

--2--2--2--2

Her car was alive, she was sure of it. How else could she have felt so secure. It was always perfect for her... she drove it and cleaned it and took so much care of it she was teased that it was her first and only love. She would disagree with them, but not fully. She did love her car, as the older brother she was never blessed with, as the friend that never left, or the teacher that never scolded.

When she cried over the rejection from that unknown boy, the car had been her comfort. She cried herself into a fitful sleep int eh back seat, waking to a warm atmosphere. She didn't remember putting the heat on.. Her car loved her, she knew. It had to be true, it just had to. And so, she treated it as such. She read to it, and made sure everything was in working order. She always made sure to talk to it as well...

"Because you're my Blue..." she would say.

--2--2--2--2

She hadn't picked him... he had picked her. It had been a mythical bond between man and machine that could never be broken by society and trivial, mundane things. It was a pure love between two lonely subjects that needed that company to feel their purpose was being filled. While she just tried to live her life as a teenager in a world where teenagers are fearful, he lived his life as a lonely gunner, searching for his bonded and his comrades he knew had never really abandoned him. Along the lines they'd found one another, and while it didn't feed that gaping whole in their lives, it mended smaller wounds and created a tight knot of friendship.

So when she had slipped on that icy road, hands coming up to her face to shield herself from impending death, and he took control, whipping his body around to avoid that tree and that small ice covered creek, that bond only grew stronger.

"Are you alright? Are you harmed?" he was frantic, had she been taken away too?

But her arms went around the steering wheel, her face, streamed with so recent tears of fear, lay on the horn. She whispered, through wonder and relief...

"Thank you, thank you... thank you."


WOW.. This one.. Was totally, pretty emo... just a bit. AS you could ahve guess, this was blue's time to shine. And yes.. Those little hints I dropped...

He's bonded to Wheeljack. Why? Because it's too adorable to pass up.

Though this didn't turn out how I wanted, and it was a bit more emotional than the first chapter, I'm proud. This works in well to the idea I have for a multi-chap. I figured, in order for the two characters to meet, it would be best if they were the opposite of one another. While Wheeljack's boy has the teenage male confidence and popularity, bluestreak's girl is full of teenage female insecurities. I went through it, and I think that she should too. Only... she's got Blue to keep her from getting lonely..

And the snow scene.. Really id happen to me. It's scarey when you lose control of a car in the snow... in the mountains... alone XD

Questions and comments are really appreciated !