For the record, mainly in relation to the Primes stuff, this is kind of following on after the second movie, but not all the information that I use is from said movie. As I write, it becomes a mix of all continuities and my own. So if it makes no sense... Don't be surprised :P
When Alex awoke the next morning, he almost had a heart attack when he felt someone touching him. He flinched and resisted the urge to buck like a crazy bronco; instead he glanced over his shoulder to see who it was. For a moment Alex thought he was dreaming as he saw who was curled up behind him, but the feeling of Bill's arm hooked over his side with her hand resting on his lower stomach, felt as real as her hand on his cheek that previous night.
His twisting movement shifted Bill slightly, bringing her closer to him so that he face was resting against his bare back, while her hand slipped past his waistline into dangerous waters, causing him to exhale slowly, his eyes widening slightly.
Alex grunted quietly, trying to shift himself so that her hand wasn't in such a provocative position, since he was worried about what might happen if it stayed there too long or she moved it for herself. He was so preoccupied with trying to move her hand that he didn't even wonder why she had decided to get into bed with him after that nights little event.
When Bill suddenly sighed and gave a quiet yawn behind him, Alex froze quickly, instantly pretending to be asleep again, not wanting her to realise he'd become aware of her wrapped around him.
She seemed to yawn a few more times before giving another sigh, shuffling even closer to him as she hugged him tightly. She moved her hand out of Alex's crotch, though his relief was only short lived as she began to lazily trace patterns on his stomach and chest, making him want to squirm away from her. But he forced himself to keep still, even when her hand seemed to be gravitating lower again. As much as he'd love her to continue this treatment forever, he was beginning to get rather uncomfortable and he really didn't want to get embarrassed, which was bound to happen regardless, due to his choice of underwear.
Bill sighed again, sounding rather content, and her hand once again passed below Alex's waistband. He tried to not make a sound, biting his tongue as hard as he could while Bill's hand wandered.
He heard Bill give a quiet giggle before he felt her hand brushing the area he preferred her to keep away from, and as he screwed up his face in attempt to stay quiet, he couldn't help but wonder if Bill was the kind of girl to get in with guys, just because she could. It really seemed like that now, especially since she'd seemed upset last night. For her to be fiddling with him while he supposedly slept… Well that didn't really fit with her getting so worked up because he kissed her.
Eventually Alex couldn't take it anymore and he purposefully stretched out, giving a low groan, pretending to wake up. Bill didn't waste any time in pulling away from him and slipping out of the bed quickly, hurrying over to the sink to make it look like she was just washing. Alex made sure he spent a little longer stretching out across the bed, until he finally pushed himself into a sitting position, kicking the sheets away from him as he rubbed his eyes blearily, yawning once again.
Bill kept her back to him, continuing to wash her face as slowly as she could, obviously waiting for Alex to notice her and be the first to say something.
After a little while, he thought he should stop pretending not to notice her, so slipped out of bed and padded towards her, before suddenly stopping, with a look of surprise on his face, his hands going to cover his crotch, "Oh, Bill… Hi…" he tried to sound unsure.
Bill glanced at him briefly, looking genuinely anxious. Alex had to remind himself that she was a rather accomplished actress after all.
"I'm sorry about last night," Alex muttered, shrugging, "I shouldn't have done it."
Bill shrugged too, "It's ok."
"Were you ok last night? Where did you sleep?" he asked casually.
"I was fine, and I…" she hesitated slightly, looking half glad that Alex hadn't apparently realised she'd shared his bed, "I slept out in Freeway."
"Oh, well, sorry," Alex muttered again, resisting the urge to yell liar at her. Apparently her little morning session of 'feel up Alex' was to be kept her own secret.
"It's ok," she repeated, "Just forget about it?"
Alex nodded, "Yeah, sure."
"We've got other things to worry about," Bill turned his attention back to washing her face, grabbing a towel to rub herself down with.
"Suppose so," Alex nodded, padding over to the window, picking up jeans and shirt in the process. He pulled back the curtains only to be blinded by the low sun reflecting of Jak's overly shiny windshield. He grunted in irritation and put his arm up to act as some protection while he checked that the three Autobots appeared to be ok.
Alex could vaguely hear Jak sniggering, no doubt it being in regard to standing there in his underwear, so he just gave him the middle finger and turned away, beginning to pull his jeans on.
Bill had vanished into the main bathroom, allowing Alex to relax a little as he dressed himself, his mind slowly turning over possible reasons for Bill not only sneaking into bed with him last night and lying about it, but also her unrestrained and rather forward wandering hand. He'd most likely tell Jak, who would offer up some crazy, yet strangely useful advise. Which wasn't at all weird coming from an alien robot.
Whatever happened, he was sure that talking to Jak, or maybe even Traction, would sort it out, so for that reason he could think of other things. Such as wondering how Crossfire's meeting up with the other Autobots had got on. It probably had gone fine and he supposed they'd be heading into the park today to meet up with them. Even more giant robots that could accidentally step on him. Good thing he could just cower in Jak if need be.
Eventually he was fully dressed and relatively washed; face clean and shaven, jeans on, shirt done up and rather dirty shoes on. If things kept going the way they were he'd need a new outfit every week, he couldn't help but conclude as he looked down at his jeans, which suddenly seemed rather threadbare to say the least.
He was just going over to the mirror once again to preen his hair when Bill emerged from the main bathroom looking perfect as usual and ready to go.
"Are you sorted?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he leant closer to the mirror in order to flick individual hairs into place.
"Just a second," Alex muttered, sounding deep in concentration.
"The moment you step outside a wind will mess your hair up again," she grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the mirror ignoring his weak protests. She dragged him to the door, opened it, then shoved him out.
"Looking good Al, better with clothes if I must say," Jak commented as soon as Alex was out of the room.
"Be quiet," Alex grumbled, "Normal cars don't talk. If anyone hears you…"
"You can just come up with some farfetched insane sounding lie, I'm sure," Jak sounded like he was smirking.
"Like hell," Alex rolled his eyes, glancing behind him for Bill who'd gone back into the room and was checking things over, obviously making sure they'd got everything. Not that there was actually anything besides themselves and their clothes to forget. How unprepared they were to be gallivanting all over the United States of America with a team of disguised robots. Maybe they would eventually have to stop off at a mall, to Jak's delight no doubt.
Finally she reappeared and shut the door behind her, "I'll hand the keys in, and you guys can meet me at the lobby," she didn't wait for a response and strode off across the asphalt.
"I find it amusing how your women work," Jak commented, "Ever changing. Who'd have thought something happened last night."
"Don't even attempt to understand them. You'll blow a gasket," Alex sighed, opening Jak's door and slid into the driver's seat.
"Be worth it," Jak shut the door behind him and started up his engine, beginning to roll backwards straightaway out of the space he had occupied.
Beside them Freeway and Traction mirrored him, getting ready to follow him to the parking in front of the lobby where they'd been last night.
Freeway was typically all over the place, his attention obviously not where it should be as he seemed to look around him in interest as he drove, meaning his wheels tended to lead him in the direction he was observing. Traction did his best to bring up the rear, every so often having to bump the Jeep up the backside as if to remind him what he was doing and to pay attention.
Jak was content just to bounce along slowly until they reached the short-term parking where he pulled up perfectly into a space and killed his engine.
Alex looked around as the other two came to a halt beside them and sighed quietly, "Wished we were actually here for a vacation. They've got horse riding and ATV stuff."
"I don't get why humans keep other organic life forms for friendship purposes," Jak mused, "And become so emotionally attached to them."
"You mean pets? You don't get why we have pets?" Alex frowned.
"Well, our equivalent might be like keeping a sentient exhaust or a spark plug for company. Sounds kinda cute actually," Jak gave a little shrug.
"I think our idea of pets is slightly different," Alex muttered, "If they didn't want to be domesticated I'm sure they could turn against us. I'd like to see a spark plug take down all you Autobots."
"It could happen, I suppose," Jak sounded thoughtful.
"Remind me never to go on vacation to Cybertron," Alex rolled his eyes, "If that's what your wildlife is like."
"No wildlife there anymore, just us. Well. When it wasn't falling apart like it is now, there were some things floating around. It's virtually inhabitable due to the war pulling it apart. That's why the Decepticons are after Energon; so they can rebuild it as their own. I understand where they're coming from, but to pick Earth goes against the original seven Primes' decrees not to harm other sentient beings. "
"Seven Primes?" Alex echoed vaguely.
"Our versions of your forefathers, but much more fore, like the first ever. The first Cybertronians to come into existence. Six of them sacrificed themselves way back when to basically protect your planet, however the last one was alive until a few years back when Optimus, a Prime descendant, despatched him with some kick ass moves. Primes are born not made, and they're kind of special but I won't go into the detail. We normal Cybertronians are made. Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons thought he could become a Prime, but we recently learnt that that's not possible at all," Jak explained.
"Oh. Cool," Alex responded vaguely.
"You didn't understand any of that did you?" Jak sounded mildly amused.
"Not really. I'm sure the knowledge that you have given me will one day actually be useful though. I think it went in though," Alex smiled, leaning forward on the steering wheel.
"Got to fill that empty tiny human brain of yours," he replied cheerfully.
"Gee, thanks," Alex rolled his eyes.
"I'm good with the compliments, y'see?" Jak sniggered.
"Oh I see," Alex sighed, straightening up slightly in the seat when he saw Bill emerge from the lobby.
"I could say something amusing there about things sitting up a little straighter but I'll hold back," Jak snorted loudly.
"I don't think you need to say it now you said that," Alex bashed a fist on the dash, "Get out of all those disgusting websites you must be browsing. Look at something more normal. Like how to speak like a proper human."
"I do talk like a proper human, I'll have you know, I learnt from the best," Jak insisted.
"Some random rapper?"
"Basically, yeah."
"Thought as much," Alex shook his head and wounded down the Mustang's window, leaning out to talk to Bill, "All good?"
"Of course," she nodded as she clambered into Freeway next to them, "We're on our way again, yes?"
"Think so," Alex nodded.
"Tract's taking the lead," Jak chipped in, "Newb in the middle and me at the rear."
"Don't be so mean about him," Bill tapped Freeways door lightly, "He's great."
"But I'm even better, girl," Jak shrugged.
"Whatever, creepy Mustang," Bill looked at him with distaste as Freeway started his engine.
"Lovely girl, isn't she?" Jak sighed as he rolled up his window.
"Totally," Alex frowned slightly at him, looking away as the other two Autobots began to pull away, Bill sitting comfortably at Freeway's wheel.
"Today's plan of actions consists of us driving into the park, meeting up with Crossfire and the others, then once again meeting up with the band of Autobots with Decepticon trouble. Easy enough, hopefully," Jak explained as he moved off too.
"No stopping off at the visitors centre?" Alex feigned upset.
"Maybe on the way back if you behave. It's basically an in and out route. Good in the sense that we can keep a look out for Decepticons, bad in every other sense. We could be trapped; the route out could get blocked… The bad list is endless."
"Sounds safe," Alex muttered.
"With us it's safer at least," Jak shrugged.
"True," he sighed, leaning against the window as they settled in on the road, which would take them into the National Park. Eventually Alex sat up a little, "What do we do about paying entrance? Isn't it something stupid like twenty-five dollars to get in one of these parks?"
"Check out the shiny hologram Pulse dealt out," Jak sounded smug, and a little flickering of light on the dash caught Alex's eye. He leant forward and peered at the badge suddenly seemingly stuck on the windscreen, which claimed that they were frequent visitors with an annual pass.
"Nice," Alex nodded in approval, "So we just drive on through?"
"Exactly," Jak agreed.
"The upside of being an Autobot?"
"Just one of the many perks."
"Sweet," Alex returned to leaning back on the window casually, watching the scenery blankly as he let his thoughts drift. Jak sensed that talking was over for now so turned his music on letting it fill the cabin and drown out the engine noise.