By the time the trio got back to the base, the sun had already settled down, a dark black blanket engulfing the sky. Malaria held Schist in her arms, the rambunctious sparkling in stasis. The still active duo snuck quietly back to the base, trying not to alert the Autobots. They couldn't even fathom the trouble they would be in if they got caught. Malaria question this to Famine.
His answer was "Deep shit."
The trio got past the doors in succession, no noise sounding off. They both dimmed their optics so they wouldn't be prominent as much. No scuffling, no thundering echoes.
Famine vented a relived sigh.
Suddenly the warehouse was flooded with bright lights, making the duo shield their now sensitive optics. As soon as their optics adjusted to the lights, they seen a pissed off group of Autobots. Famine scanned each faceplates of the Autobots.
Ironhide was the worst, cannons bearing, and an infuriated expression burnt through to Famine. Ratchet wasn't as bad, but the circular saws said otherwise. Bumblebee wasn't mad either, but the look of hurt was clearly splayed across.
Malaria shifted Schist in her arms, trying to make the movement subtle. It didn't go as planned and Ratchet's expression contorted to a questioning one. Malaria lowered her head, slightly shy of being the center of attention now.
"Psh, let's go Mal. This is getting' 'tense."
Famine went to grab Malaria's arm, but a bullet zoomed past in between them. Famine's arm shifted and a small weapon was shown, no bigger that half his digit. Famine fired once and grabbed Malaria's arm.
"Hah, is that all you got?" Ironhide huffed confidently, no doubt the shot missed.
The explosion soon after was emanated shook the Autobots.
"Boom, motherfucker." Famine said blandly, letting go of his sister's arm.
The explosion woken Schist from his stasis, optics blinking slightly. He realized he was in somebot's arms and tried to squirm out of it, but a slight pinch to his sensitive nerve stopped him instantly. Soon he was lowered to the metal ground. He heaved himself off of it and instantly started to pick a fight.
"Where the hell are we?" He said, looking around the base.
"Watch it, lil' punk!" Famine roared at the sparkling like mech.
"Shut up!"
At those words, Schist jumped at Famine, knocking him down and landed a few punches here and there. Famine swiped at the bot, getting up when it hit and dented a wall. The battle was short-lived as the two were picked up by different people. Ironhide grabbed Famine and held him in a Full Nelson, stopping him from moving as much. Malaria picked up Schist and held him away from her body to ensure her safety.
"What is going on here?" Optimus said clearly, observing the scene.
"He did it!" Schist and Famine said in unison, pointing at each other.
Optimus could only do what most people would call a face palm. This would be a long night.
"So yea." Famine said, after he finished cluing the human male in the morning. The human femme was off somewhere else, or still sleeping.
"So let me get this," Sam said tiredly from being awoken from six in the morning, "you came here thirteen years ago, lost him twelve years ago, and just found him yesterday night?"
"Damn straight." Famine nodded, half listening to the fleshling.
"You're the worst babysitter ever."
"Oh shut up. At least I don't have a prissy Chihuahua. Damn thing looks like a mutated rat."
Sam shut up really quick after that.
Glancing off to the side, Famine seen Bumblebee shyly give his little sister a small flower, head ducked and feet angled together. Malaria smiled and plucked the small flower from his servo, placing it near the one sided head antenna. Famine would have thought it was sweet, if it wasn't his little sister falling for the golden bot's charm.
Famine tried to act cool and collected when Malaria came over to him, Bumblebee's servo interlocked into hers, the mech not pleased about confronting him.
"Brother, can we go out somewhere?" Malaria hit him with her large blue optics shimmering and the pouty face she adopted from observing female persuasion. Famine swore himself he wouldn't crack, but vented out a sigh, defeated.
"Alright. Go get ready while I talk to your lil'…buddy." Famine said watching her prance off happily.
It only took a nanosecond when Famine had Bumblebee against the wall, the smaller bot hanging from the ground.
"Rules for dating my little sister." Famine said venomously, ruby optics ablazed.
"Rule One; If you pull up and honk, you'd better be delivering something cuz there's no way in hell you're picking anything up."
"Rule Two; Do not touch her when I'm around. You can look, as long as you don't peer into her spark chamber. If you disobey this rule, I'll remove them."
"Rule Three; if there are any sexual content and you so happen to try to do inexplicit things to her, I will permanently offline you."
"Rule Four; When it comes to bonding, I am the barrier, and I will kill you."
"Rule Five; It seems common for us to talk about petty things like guns, weapons of that sort. Don't even try. The only thing I hear from you is when I ask when are you going to bring her back. Your reply would be 'early'."
"Rule Six; You make her cry, I make you cry."
"Rule Seven; if your waiting for half an hour in earth time, don't fidget. You move, you die."
"Rule Eight; anything that has comfy areas, secluded areas, dark alleyways or forest and anything comfier than the floor we're standing on is unacceptable. Crowded places are fine. Someplace with older Mechs that will kill you is better."
Bumblebee could only nod his head.
"Good luck, punk."
With that said, Famine tossed him out of the base, at Malaria's feet.