So, hi...Um, it's way past due that I say this...I don't own Transformers. But I want to find out where they're auditioning for the Fourth Movie. Also, this is possibly the first time I've ever hated an Original Character I've made in my entire life. Ever.
Oh, god things I have planned...
Luke's dark eyes roamed the area, trying to find a familiar head of hair in the non-Bot hanger. There were several men in khaki wandering around, and some glanced his way before two approached.
"Thorne-san," The obviously Japanese man smiled, hands tucked behind his back. "Can we help you?"
"I'm looking for Leon. Have you seen her?" The two men in khaki shared amused looks and then strode over to a jeep with close to no engine, and a woman bent over into the hood.
"Leon," The Japanese man knocked on the side of the vehicle, crouching as he did. Leon jumped, smacking her head on something. The brunette mechanic emerged covered in grease and other various bits of filth. "Thorne-san is here to see you."
"Oh. Whaddya want?" She turned to the liaison.
"The weather was nice today, so I was hoping you could join me for lunch on the beach." He smiled, and the Japanese man whistled, but nearly got a wrench to the face.
"I guess. Now?"
"In several minutes. I'll give you some time to clean up." He gestured to her overalls and wife-beater. "I'll wait for you outside the Autobot hanger."
"Right." Leon nodded, running a hand through her messy hair before turning for the door. The sound of an engine made everyone turn, but they weren't surprised to see Bumblebee, as he was rather friendly. Leon jumped into his driver's seat, and the two vanished.
"Anthony," The Japanese man leaned over to his friend. "You have your cell-phone?"
"Yeah. Why?" The American asked his friend, pulling it out and showing it to him.
"I'm borrowing it."
Epps was enjoying a nice triple-decker sandwich when his phone buzzed. The African-American sighed, using one hand and his mouth to hold the sandwich together while operating the phone with the other.
'Warning: Enemy (L) has made his move. Operation: Beach-nic.' It took the man a moment to figure out what the hell was going on. But the answer came to him in the form of William Lennox and a door that was nearly blown off the hinges.
"Luke is taking Leon down to the beach for lunch! Let's go!" Epps stood slowly, gazing at his sandwich longingly before grabbing the bag by his feet. "Ninja time."
"Ninja time?" Both human men froze, turning their gaze to the Tiny Twins, who stood in the doorway, ducking to listen.
"Yeah...Luke is taking Leon to the beach...for a romantic picnic." Lennox gazed at them. The Tiny Twins grinned.
"We're good at blendin' in like ninjas. We did it in Egypt, yo! We'll help ya!"
"You'll be seen though." Epps pointed out.
"Naw man. We'll be blendin' in like ninjas. Ain't nobody see ninjas!" Skidz shook his head.
"How do we know about ninjas then?"
Mudflap opened his mouth to reply, and then shut it again.
"No, none of us will be seen. We have the greatest ninja." Ellie appeared, Mirage behind her. He sighed.
"What they do is their own business, si? Can we not just leave them alone, per favore?" The red bot asked, pleading in his optics.
"No!" Lennox yelled, grabbing a pair of binoculars.
Leon literally fell over onto the blanket the second Luke had laid it out; he had insisted he do it himself, so she just stood by.
"Ugh. I'm tired."
"Are you getting enough sleep?" The liaison asked, frowning as he moved the basket he'd brought to the spot beside her.
"I'll survive. It's not like it matters."
"Leon," Luke placed a hand on hers. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Eh. Just a nightmare. It's nothing anyone can fix." Leon pulled her hand away and ran it through her loose hair.
Ellie shuffled to Epps.
"It's your fault she's having nightmares. You put her on a plane."
The two military men with fake bush on their heads exchanged looks...guilty looks.
"Look, stop bugging me about it. I came out here to have lunch with a friend," Leon stressed the word friend. "And nothing's gonna stop me."
"CANNON BALL!"
"What are they doing!?" Will hissed to the Epps' as the Tiny Twins leapt into the lagoon off a nearby outcropping of rock.
Leon shrieked as the picnic was drenched, and then at the sight of the Tiny Twins, who were covered in water and Skidz had a fish sticking out of his helm.
"Get it out!" The green twin yelled, flailing his arms.
"Skidz, calm down." Leon chuckled, making him still. "Bend down, and I'll get it out for you."
Luke scowled as she removed the fish, water dripping from the end of his hair.
"Come sit with us." The mechanic motioned the two bots over.
::Skidzflap to BushBeaters::
The Bluetooth in the human's ears crackled to life.
::We've gained their trust::
::Yo! Why's it Skidzflap!? It should be Mudz!::
"Because Skidzflap sounds cooler." Ellie hissed. "Now, shut up."
"Leon, I was hoping I could spend some time with you," Luke announced, eyes narrowed at the Tiny Twins.
"You are."
"...alone."
"As in, a date? Look, I like you, Luke, kind of." Leon pinched the bridge of her nose like she'd seen Optimus do. "But only as a friend."
"Just a friend...?"
"A friend and a coworker."
"Oh."
"Leon," Skidz poked the mechanic's shoulder. "Hatchet wants ya in the Med-Bay. 'pparently, Sunshine got hurt in training."
"'Streaker?"
"Si," Mirage appeared on the road. "I over-heard. I am faster, so I will take you there."
"Grazie, Mirage." Leon jumped into his interior and peeled off.
Epps and Lennox appeared from the bushes, and Ellie shook her head.
"Hello, Thorne."
"Major Lennox." Luke flushed slightly, and "Sergent Epps."
"What are you intentions with my niece?!" Will narrowed his eyes, and cracked his fingers.
"She has made her intentions very clear. Miss Lennox sees me as nothing more than a friend and co-worker. If you'll excuse me, I have to go dry off and I have some paperwork I really must get done." A dark look flashed across the liaison's face as he began squishing (he was too wet to stomp) away.
"What happened to Sunstreaker?" Leon asked, stepping off Mirage's hand and onto the berth the gold mech was laid out, sedated. "And where is Sides? I thought he'd be in here pacing or something."
"Sideswipe is outside. I refuse to have pacing in my Med-Bay. And no matter how many times I tell them-"
"Your Med-Bay, your rules. I've been around long enough to know that. Now what happened?"
"He busted some of his protoform."
"And you can't fix this, why?"
"Sunstreaker and Sideswipe used to be Cybertronian gladiators. Their armor clasps, which should be medic-accessible, are really quite small. And as you can see," Ratchet lifted his servos.
"Too big. So what needs to come off?"
"All of it."
"But that would make Sunny...you know," Leon leaned forward as though she had a secret. "Naked."
"So?"
"He's not wearing anything under the armor right?"
"Cybertronians do not have anything close to human reproductive parts. Just take them off."
"Yes, Ratchet." Leon reached under the armor on Sunstreaker's arm and pressed the button, jumping out-of-the-way as it clattered to the ground and Ratchet moved it out the way. The mechanic slid her hand down the small gap between Sunstreaker's shoulder armor and his arm, finding the tiny button with ease.
The armor on his shoulder snapped of and Ratchet set it onto another berth.
This continued until Sideswipe returned.
"Gah! What are you doing!?" The silver mech panicked as Leon stepped out-of-the-way for Sunstreaker's thigh armor.
"Trying to fix your brother." Ratchet snorted.
"Do you know how long it will take for you to put that all back on!? What if he wakes up!? This is bad. This is very, very bad!" Sideswipe began pacing, until two wrenches hit his helm seemingly out of no where.
"So, you're tag teaming now?" Sides grumbled, poking a piece of armor until he grew bored.
"Sides, why don't I give you something to do. Like polish your brother's armor? I'll come help you when I'm done." Leon glared up at him, perched carefully on Sunstreaker's chassis, and working quickly to dismantle his armor there.
Ratchet nodded, holding out his hand so Leon could step on and he could move her to help the worried twin.
Sunstreaker woke to a quiet Med-Bay, and a slight draft over his chassis. The mech blinked, scans running through his processor only to be interrupted by a small grunt.
His head whipped over to the berth next to him, where Sideswipe had passed out next to a small pile of armor which Leon was polishing, very, very carefully.
"Lion, what are you doing?"
"Very very carefully polishing your chassis armor." Leon yawned, rubbing her eye with the back of her arm and going back to polishing.
"Why is my armor off in the first place?" He growled.
"Your protoform got damaged in training, and Ratchet's fingers were too big to take off your armor. And I suppose I should say thank you. You saved me from a very awkward almost-date with Thorne."
"Don't touch my armor unless you have to." Sunny warned, growling as he reached to the left part of his armor, fastening it on with ease. Leon stepped out-of-the-way when he reached for the one she was polishing.
Yawning, the mechanic leaned against Side's warm chassis, leaning her head back and shutting her eyes. It was a lot harder to polish Sunstreaker's armor than she had thought.
By the time Sunstreaker turned around again, Leon had tipped to the side, and was deep in recharge.
"Geez." The gold mech snorted, flopping back on his own berth.
Leon was late as she walked into Luke's office where she was supposed to work this morning. There was a stack of papers on the chair she had claimed, and Luke was very intensely looking through several sheets of paper.
The brunette sighed, seating herself before reading through several extremely boring documents.
"Leon," Luke glanced up from his work, dark eyes hard. "Answer the phone."
"Sure." Leon nodded, grabbing the phone off the desk. "Hello, NEST Base, liaison's Office, Leon speaking. Can I help you?"
"Of course. I'll come get it now, Mirage." The brunette placed the phone down and turned to Luke who was gesturing out the door.
The mechanic was back within ten minutes and passed him a paper.
"Four new Autobots?"
"Yeah."
"Paperwork is yours." Luke waved her away. "You need to order them alt-modes, and find them rooms."
"Yes, sir."
"I don't know what it is." Leon turned to Ellie, who was sitting beside her on the couch in their room, eating chocolate ice cream. "Luke's been really weird. I don't know if I trust him any more."
"Well, you said you didn't like him the way he likes you. He's probably just mad about that. It'll blow over!" Ellie smiled, and pressed the play button on the remote.
An action movie started up, and the two girls ended if falling asleep in a pile of candy and best friend.