I had this chapter ready, only two or three more until i finish this one!
disclaimer: I dont own transformers
When we got back to S-7 base, Ratchet immediately took over one of the larger rooms, dragging Bumblebee. I was going to follow, unsure of what to do because I was usually with Bee during this time, but the other two cautioned me against it. I was with them, Ironhide and Optimus, when a bunch of government people approached.
"We'd like to discuss a few things concerning your presence here." One said.
"What would you like to discuss?" Optimus asked.
"Should we not get the other three of your group?"
"One is dead, and it isn't in your best interest to interrupt Ratchet while he works." He explained. That's putting it much nicer than Ironhide had to me. If I remember correctly, it was something like, 'I wouldn't go in there. Unless you want a wrench in your head, I would leave Ratchet alone when he's working.'
"alright." They didn't seem at all fazed when he said one is dead, bastards. And I'm usually a nice person. "We have decided to shut down Sector 7 and propose to start a team to work with you."
"That is all fine with me, but I suppose that is an invitation to stay here on earth?" the man looked shocked, he probably didn't think the aliens would require permission to stay on earth and would anyways.
"Well, uh, yes. We have volunteers to start. Major Lennox and his team of survivors from the base attack." Oh, I heard about them. So the thing that attacked them must have been a Decepticon.
"Do you have a scheduled location for us to stay, or shall it be here?" he didn't sound excited about the possibility of living where his arch nemesis was once held.
"We have a location. But preparations must be set. We expect it o be ready within the next three months. Meanwhile, you can stay here."
He nodded, "More of us will be coming if we stay on earth. I hardly think the four of us will do well against more Decepticon attacks."
"More? How many are there?"
"Not as many as the Decepticons, but we do have numbers. I do expect the arrival of at least four. But more should arrive."
"Ok, so make room for at least eight." He nodded.
"At least seven. Though I expect more, I cannot be sure. Bumblebee will be staying with Sam." He gestured toward me.
"With a civilian? What is the significance of this boy?"
"He is our friend." The one word struck me. They thought of me that way? Really? But, they've only known me for about two days. Well, I trusted them, and it's only been about two days. When I think about it, I consider them friends too. I guess there are some things you can do with another, and you have to become closer. Stranger to friend. Crush to girlfriend.
"But he does not have clearance." He objected. I did not fail to notice he was the only one to speak among them.
"He'll need it then." Ironhide stated. "The boy and the girl." The man looked confused. I gestured toward Mikayla, who was a ways away talking to the girl from the helicopter, Maggie.
"Alright. I will get clearance for the two. Anything else?" he sounded irritated.
"Uh," he turned to me. "I would like to know where my parents are." I said.
"Oh, they're in the holding quarters."
"Here?" he nodded and motioned for me to follow. I stood and did just that, smiling at the two Autobots on my way. He lead me to a sort of temporary living quarters, I heard barking on the inside. Why did they have to take Mojo? Not like he can have anything to do with the Autobots, except the spot on Ironhide's foot that was once rusted.
"Sammy!" my mom threw her arms around me. I flinched, I had been injured, but mostly on the arm she now held tightly. She let go immediately. "Did they hurt you? If so, I'm going to kill them."
"No, mom. I'm fine. But, uh, I have something to tell you." In a way, telling them was a lot like telling them about my gift, I had no idea how they would react.
"What?" Dad asked. I then noticed the man had left us alone.
"Let's walk and talk." I suggested. They nodded eagerly. Leaving Mojo in side, they stepped out and closed the door. "See. I, uh, the car you bought me wasn't, um, a car." I tried to explain.
"Then what was it? An alien?" dad laughed at his spot on guess. Mom was laughing too, I laughed nervously, and they thought it was because I thought his joke was pathetic.
"So, you see. I got these bruises, and cuts, from, um, being in the city. Mission City." They obviously didn't watch T.V. in there because their expressions didn't change. I tried a new approach once again, how was I going to do this? "The yard wasn't messed up by me," I hesitated. They only saw the yard when they were being taken by S-7.
I was evidently stalling too much, because I failed to notice we were in the same hanger the Autobots were and my parents' eyes went wide. I turned to see what had frightened them; Optimus was talking to Ironhide behind me. I suddenly got an Idea. Let's start this with introductions. I can explain when they ask questions. A much easier solution than saying I was attacked by a power hungry alien robot, and befriended some others.
I walked up to them, parents in tow.
"Hello Sammuel. Are these your parents?" Optimus asked.
"Yeah. I, uh, wanted to introduce you." I turned to my parents and smiled reassuringly.
"Sam, what are they?" my mom looked ready to bolt, taking me with her.
"You have not explained? Oh, this should be interesting." Ironhide smirked. My guess he was estimating their reaction to his cannons.
"Mom, Dad. These are two of the Autobots. Optimus Prime, their leader, and Ironhide, their weapons specialist." Ironhide had just started to raise his arm at the two humans when Optimus shook his head.
"Ironhide. The humans are plainly terrified as it is."
He frowned and lowered his arm, obviously disappointed he wouldn't be able to show off his cannons once more.
"The other two are in the improvised med bay." I turned to y pale white parents. "We can't go in there, but the car you bought me, he's one of them."
"How?" dad asked, trying to get a hold on himself and not run out of here screaming.
"We are able to take on the forms of ordinary vehicles." Ironhide explained, then continued seeing the look on his face, "don't worry. We are the only ones on earth."
"Actually, if your car was one, you'd be dead because it would be a Decepticon." I corrected.
"Decepticon?" mom asked. I decided to just explain now; the Autobots would help me out.
"Ok, so there are Autobots and Decepticons." I explained everything, having to change my side of the story so my gift wouldn't be apparent. By the end, Ratchet had come out with a newly fixed Bumblebee. Bee sat next to me, and was in turn, the closest to my parents.
"Wow, that was quick." I commented. His legs were completely busted up, and it took less than a day for Ratchet to fix them.
"Don't doubt Ratchet, he works quickly." Bumblebee said with his real voice. Ratchet leaned over and slapped him upside the head.
"Don't stress your vocal processor. And we would have been done sooner if he would have sat still."
Bee rubbed the back of his head and nodded, "yessir." He said using his vocal processor. I wonder, if Ratchet could fix his legs up so quickly, what happened to his vocal processor that it wasn't fixed yet.
"You all should be getting home." Simmons said, grumpier than usual.
"Yeah, come on. Bye Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet." I stood up, stretching.
"How're we getting home?" dad asked. Bee stood up and frowned.
"Dose 'guardian' ring a bell?" he asked. He was only my guardian, but since he was, he'll be taking us home. That's why I didn't say good bye to him. Ratchet hit him upside the head again and fiddled with something on his neck. Bee tried to speak again, but nothing came out.
"I don't trust you not to use those things. I'll reactivate them once they're fully healed." He nodded and transformed, opening all doors. I got in the driver's seat and Mikayla in the passengers. My parents got in the back.
"Hey, weren't you an older model?" dad asked as we took off, I waved a good bye to the others.
"Yeah, he can change his alt form." I picked up on the term.
"That's useful." Mom said, trying to compliment. It was silent a minute until she spoke again. "What did he mean earlier when he said 'dose guardian ring a bell?'?"
"Oh, thought I told you. He's my guardian." I said nonchalantly.
"What? I think I would have remembered that. Why do you have a guardian?"
"Um, the Decepticons were after me, so Bee had to protect me. And he did, against one of them. Thanks by the way." I said the last part to the car.
"It's my job." He said via radio, then added, "It's a pleasure to help a friend." Mikayla cleared her voice, "friends." He corrected. Mikayla and I laughed, Bee quickly joining in with a little kid laughing hysterically. That made us laugh harder. My poor parents were at a loss as to what was so funny. Maybe it was because Mikayla even killed one of the 'cons.
That friendship I mentioned, I've found it. And my parents were even making progress. They're not looking as though they want to jump out of the car at any moment. That could be just because of the speed we were going. Evidentially, Autobots don't have to follow traffic rules.
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