Chapter 11: Spencer
Perceptor flinched at the sight of the building. The children, however, seemed pleased to see something familiar. Prowl, Ironhide, and Bumblebee looked in awe at the large building. The front door was but feet away.
"Ready?" Carly called to the Autobots.
"Sure," stuttered Perceptor.
"Ready!" the other Autobots cheered.
"Up we go…" Freddie cheered, marching up the front steps.
The group traveled inside the apartment building. Lewbert, the doorman, barely gave them a glance. The Autobots didn't give him much of a glance either. The humans however each gave him an outstretched tongue. The entire group rushed into the elevator. Carly clicked the up button.
"So what are our chances?" Freddie asked.
"Either Spencer will be there," Prowl offered.
"No one will be there," Ironhide continued.
"Or the Decepticons are there," Perceptor hummed, crossing his arms in front of him.
"Perceptor! Way to be negative," hissed Sam, slapping him.
"It's true," Perceptor assured, looking away.
"Mister Negative," Ironhide added.
Perceptor gave a glare to Ironhide and Sam as they high fived each other. Perceptor rolled his eyes, moving his glance to the opening door. They moved out and slowly enter the room. The room was in the same shambles as it was left. The door was blown off, charred near the doorknob. The back door shared the charred marks, which had shattered glass surrounded. Everything else was tossed around as if someone had been searching for something.
"Spencer! Spencer!" wailed Carly, rushing in and searching everywhere.
"Hello?" Perceptor offered, leading the Autobots in.
"Spencer?" Freddie shouted.
"Yo anyone home?" howled Sam, moving right to the fridge.
"This is no time to eat, Sam!" sobbed Carly.
"Hey, good food shouldn't go to waste," Sam replied.
Carly, Sam and Freddie continued to search the room. The Autobots split up, two upstairs and two into the corresponding room which Carly explained was Spencer's room. Sam collapsed onto the couch, taking large bites out of the cold BBQ rib.
"Carly!"
It wasn't anyone the Autobots knew by voice. Each Autobot sprang from their rooms, surprised but worried by the voice. Luckily they found Carly in the arms of a young man, tears running down her eyes. Perceptor smiled lightly. This was Spencer.
"Spencer, we were so worried," sobbed Carly.
"You were worried!" Spencer shouted, exiting the embrace. "I came home to the apartment in shambles and gun marks everywhere!"
"Sorry," Perceptor offered. "That would be my fault."
"Who are these three?"
Spencer, surprised by the four unexpected visitors in the tattered house, pulled Carly away from the three strangers. Carly looked up at him with a little bit of shock. Perceptor gave a look of greater surprise though and bit of hurt in his expression. Prowl, Ironhide and Bumblebee stood close by, looking equally hurt.
"Spencer, they're friends!" Carly insisted, breaking free.
"They helped us," Freddie assured.
"They saved our lives," Sam offered
"If they caused the problem it doesn't count!" replied Spencer.
"But Spencer…!" Carly sobbed, turning to face her brother.
"I don't care! I just want you to be safe," Spencer explained.
"But…" Freddie added.
"But…" Sam repeated.
"No!" Spencer howled. "Out you four!"
"Yes sir," the four Autobots whispered.
The four left without another word, heads hanging low. Carly watched them leave with tears in her eyes. Perceptor, the last to leave, looked back before closing the door. He gave a weary expression. Freddie grunted, wanting to say something but couldn't. Sam shook her head. They both looked at Carly. Carly spun around to face Spencer. He shook his head, disapproving.
"They're friends!" she begged.
"Not anymore," Spencer whispered.
"See ya round," Perceptor mumbled, closing the door.
Carly let the tears fall. She rushed up the stairs as fast as she could, Freddie and Sam chasing after her. Spencer stood in silence. He shuddered, a hand resting on his shoulder. Glancing back, someone stood with bright red eyes and an evil smile on his face. Spencer looked away.
"Just don't hurt the kids," Spencer begged.
"Not much," he promised.
"Who are you guys anyway!" shouted Spencer.
"You can call me Starscream," he hissed.
A/N
It was a rather stupid chapter and an OOC for Spencer but I needed the cons to show up, spencer to show up, the Icarly gang to separate from the Transformers so…