All In A Day's Work:

Sam rubbed his backside as he walked down the corridor, grumbling about sex-active robots. Bumblebee suggested going to Ratchet for assistance of the pain, but Sam could hardly move his legs without overworking his strained muscles. The thought of walking across the base towards the medbay made Sam wince. His poor rear couldn't take it, but the concept of staying in his room all day wasn't an appealing idea.

Sam walked stiffly towards the hanger, where everyone he knew hung out to do work and to talk. He found one of the few people he had kept in contact with, bend under the hood of a military truck. The worker straightened, stretching out his arms and noticing the boy walking towards him, smiled and waved.

"I haven't seen you around for a while. Where have you been?" A taller, grizzled military man wiped off his hands with a grease rag. Will had been working hard to help out with building the NEST base, but since he wasn't very good at working either the construction or with computers, he was chosen to help fix one of the trucks that needed repair.

"I was-erm, just sleeping around. But really, you don't want to know."

The soldier shrugged his shoulders, and turned away. However he stopped in mid-turn as if remembering something. Will walked over to a duffel bag and reached inside, pulling out what looked like a standard green camouflage military uniform. Walking over, Will handed it over to Sam, who looked at him in confusion.

"What?"

"Mikaela said to give this to you. But, um… only the shirt." The older man raised one of his eyebrows, as if speculating for an explanation. "Just give it back when you're finished with it."

"Thanks?"

"Well, before you go, could you grab over there? It fell out of the toolbox while I was working." Pointing towards a lone screwdriver some distance away, Will started packing up the scattered piles of used tools, turning his back to Sam. Sam walked over to the tool and bent down.

Ah, shit. His back.

Sam tensed up, hissing in shock at the sudden pain. He instinctively sucked in his breath in an attempt to move, but he was stuck in an awkward half-crouched position, hand suspended over the screwdriver.

"Uhm, Sam? Are you okay?"

The boy grimaced as he looked up. Will looked down at him with a face between holding in his laughter and disbelief. "Sorry," Sam started to wheeze, to try and prevent the act of breathing paining him. "It's just my back… it's kind of sore."

"Your back? Hah, I thought I was the old man here! What the hell did you manage to do to yourself?"

"You honestly wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

Sam proceeded to tell his friend, mumbling out the story with his cheeks flaming. Normally he wouldn't have told anyone about this, but Will was understandable for someone like him. He had a daughter, so he should be able to handle it. The man stayed quiet for several minutes, before saying anything. "Alright, I've heard of a lot of fucked up things. But that has got to be one of the strangest ones I've heard all day. So you're saying that all the Autobots have a thing for you?" Sam nodded, resulting in the soldier whistling.

"Wow."

"I know. Not only is my social life ruined, I have to go around, to all the bots and basically sleep with them. It's really killing me."

The older man stayed silent, thinking about what was just said. "But you don't mind it though, right?" Sam stared at Will, before blushing in embarrassment, shifting his eyes away and coughing to clear his throat.

"W-ell, i-it's not like I don't like it… erm, well, okay I guess it's okay but-"

"Then there's nothing to worry about, eh?" Will slapped Sam's back. "Even though the concept of robot sex is kind of weird, I don't have anything bad to say about it. I've known them as long as you have, Sam. I'm not that biased." Will raised both his hands as if to say, 'Dismissed.'

Sam didn't say anything, but inside he was relieved to know that he had such a friend on base that took the time to understand his situation. Sam smiled at the soldier, glad that he had told him.

"Thanks, Will." The older man smiled back at him, patting the boy on the shoulder.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Sam wondered about the uniform shirt and began to finger the cloth. "So, did Mikaela tell you why she wanted you to give me this?"

"She didn't really say anything. Just smiled and said to me to tell you to find Ironhide when your back didn't hurt so much." Will tilted his head and placed both of his hands on his hips. "That girl is always up to something. I wonder why-" He stopped while he watched Sam hold a hand over his face, a blush creeping underneath his fingers.

"Oh."

If anyone is asking, even though I do like Sam sleeping around, I don't want him doing it all the time. (Exhausting and not normal.) I do want some actual plot in this. Its short, but this chapter links to the next one so I had to write this XD