Title: Owls and Larks
Author: BlueLunacy7
Chapter Warnings: mild angst, character bashing
Pairings: Sam/Bee
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, the any quotes or lyrics, or song titles in anyway, shape, or form. Basically, nothing you recognize is mine.
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Chapter 6: Meetings
Assumptions are the termites of relationships. -Henry Winkler
"…You'll be giving him an open invitation…But my baby won't be taken in…"
Sam cracked open an eye. He was curled up in Bee's back seat, taking nap after finding his pants and Mikaela's purse then eating all of his emergency stash of food: three bags of combos, followed by two bags of sour patch kids that were washed down with bottle of flat coke.
"…You can pout your cherry lips…Try to temp him with a sweet kiss…You can flutter your pretty eyes…He ain't got his hands tied…"
He had been gentlemanly, offering both the backseat and some of the food to Mikaela, but she turned both down, so she now sat in front passenger seat, having what sounded like a heated discussion with Bee.
"….You're the kind of girl who's not use to hearing no….It doesn't matter how hard you try, you're never gonna get with my guy…"
Bee. Bumblebee. Giant. Transforming. Alien. Robot. Squeee! Sam swallowed a giggle, remembering the little pow-wow they had during his snack binge. Now that he had recouped some of his energy, he wanted to ask Bee to pull over and transform so he could climb all over that metal frame like a kid on a jungle gym and put his fingers into all the seams and joints.
"…He's into what he's got ( that's me )…."
Sam hadn't been really paying attention to the discussion between Bee and Mikaela so when Bee hit the brakes he nearly ended up on the floorboard.
"..You gotta beef baby, I tell ya, we can cook it…Put ya dukes up bitch, you wanna fight we can do it…."
Well that didn't sound good.
"Play nicely, children." Sam murmured as he stretched and realized the door was opened, "What's up?"
"…Get out the door…Get out the door…" the radio sang.
"I think it wants us to get out." Mikaela stated as she climbed out.
"Ya think?" Sam snapped. She was beginning to piss him off with her use of 'it' when talking about Bee. Maybe Bee's race was gender neutral but something about the way she used the word seemed to imply that Bee was a thing and not a person. She was starting to get on his nerves, which were bad anyway. It was days like this being part dragon sucked badly.
As he soon as he got out, Bee quickly pulled away from the curb with squealing tires. As he watched Bee drive out of sight, Sam turned to Mikaela and growled, "What did you do?"
Her pretty blue eyes widen in surprise, "I didn't do anything!"
"You did something to piss him off."
"I just asked if he's supposed to be this super advanced robot," She explained, pouting prettily, "Why does he transform back into a piece of crap Camaro?"
Sam doubted it was just that. He counted to Ten. Twice. "You hurt his feelings." He told her, gritting his teeth hard enough his jaw hurt. Yelling at her wouldn't help things, "I don't know what your problem, but knock it off."
"I'm not the one with the problem!" She snapped, jamming a finger into his chest, "You are!"
"Excuse me?" he asked sharply, still trying not to yell at her. 'It is official: I should have eaten her.' "What does that mean?"
"You and that car…" Before she could say any more, Bee returned. Only now he had been remodeled into a sleek, shiny and oh so cool Camaro. "…How do you like me now?..."
"Damn Bee, how did this happen?" Sam asked, running his hand over the slick surface, his anger forgotten. He wasn't car aficionado, but even he could this ride was Ni~ice.
"…there's more than meets the eye…with me baby…" Bee's radio sang with obvious pride as he popped open the driver's side door for Sam. Mikaela's door didn't open. No matter how hard she pulled. Sam felt kind of bad for her; it couldn't be easy on her having her world turned upside down.
"Come on, Bee." He coaxed sweetly as he got inside, "Open the door. Whatever argument you two are having can wait can't it?"
"...I don't fight…I don't argue…"
"That's good."
"….I just hit that chick with a bottle…"
"That isn't nice." Sam scolded lightly before coaxing again, "Come on, Bee. If nothing else, we can take her home."
Slowly and great reluctance, the door opened for Mikaela. When she got inside, Bee pulled away from the curb. Sam asked her gently, "Would you like to go home?"
She seemed argue with herself for a moment before stating in a determined voice, "No. I'll go with you guys." She got points for being stubborn, he'd give her that.
"…Ain't that a bitch…"
Mikaela glared at the radio as Sam rolled his eyes. Oh yeah, this was going to be so much fun, like a hole in the head.
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It was sometime later Bumblebee pulled into a secluded alleyway. As they waited in silence, a huge blue and red eighteen wheeler rumbled up from the opposite direction. Flanking the semi-truck were a gorgeous silver sports car, an emergency Hummer and a kick-ass black pick-up truck that assembled in a loose semicircle.
"What do we do if…" Mikaela's voice trailed off uncertainly, eyes glued to the sight in front of them as both the doors opened; a silent invitation to get out.
"Well, de-assing the area with a quickness would be my first thought." Sam joked. Torn between nervousness and giddiness at the prospect of meeting alien life that his body started to tremble with excitement or maybe it was the sugar from earlier.
"De-assing the area with a quickness?" Mikaela giggled weakly.
"Basically, running like hell." Sam replied with a smile. He trusted Bee with his life, if he said it was cool, then it was cool. "Bee wouldn't put us in danger."
"…Don't need to be afraid…No need to be afraid….Everything's gonna be alright…..everything's gonna be okay…best of all best friends…" Bee assured through the radio.
"See?" He said as he climbed out. "Let's go say hi." Mikaela followed suit. Once they were out, Bumblebee backed up, leaving Sam and Mikaela standing the center of the circle, facing the large semi.
"Hello." Sam greeted, not knowing what else to say.
The response Sam got from the truck was the shifting its grill, transforming slowly compared to Bumblebee with a deeper version of the musical noise. Around them, the others too began transforming to reveal their own robotic shapes. After what seemed like an eternity in a second of grinding gears and sifting parts, the robots stood at their full heights and looked down.
"That is so freaking awesome." Sam had a huge grin on his face at awe inspiring sight, fighting the impulse to caper about, asking them questions that were probably very rude, not to mention very stupid ("Do you run on batteries like the Energizer Bunny?") while giggling hysterically as his draconic curiosity roused itself. No need to give the impression that he was crazy to the giant alien robots. Mikaela shot him a look as a giggle escaped but he ignored it.
Mikaela hid behind him a little as the largest of them (which Sam mentally dubbed, 'The Boss Bot') kneeled down until they were face to face. Sam breath caught in his throat as the brilliant blue eyes so similar to Bee's met his own. It was comforting in a way.
"Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendant of Archibald Witwicky?" The robot asked with a very nice, deep voice filled with authority.
Sam nodded, still smiling, "Yes sir."
"You don't seem afraid, unlike the female." The Boss Bot stated, puzzled, "Are you not surprised to see us?"
"Oh yes sir, very surprised. But I trust Bee." Sam explained respectfully, gesturing to the yellow 'bot who seemed to preen under the complement, "I know he wouldn't put us in danger."
The Boss Bot looked over to Bee. For few moments there seemed to be a silent communication between them before The Boss Bot turned back to Sam and Mikaela. "My name is Optimus Prime." He introduced himself, "We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron."
"But you can call us 'Autobots' for short." The emergency Hummer interjected.
"Autobots." Mikaela whispered behind Sam.
Optimus Prime gestured to the silver sports car, "My first lieutenant, designation: Jazz."
"What's up?" Jazz asked doing a somersault before casually sitting on a car behind him as if it were a chair, "This looks like a cool place to kick it!"
"Hope the other guy has good insurance," Sam murmured to himself. A foreboding hum came from behind him making Mikaela whimpered quietly in response. He turned to look at the former big black truck that Optimus Prime introduced as "My weapons specialist, Ironhide."
In a move out of the old cowboy movies, Ironhide spun two large cannons on his arms in the same way the old cowboys did their guns. When the spinning stopped, both were aims at them with an ominous whine as the ends of the two cannons started glowing, one blue and the other orange as he asked, "You feeling lucky, punk?"
"Mighty big cannons you have there," Sam's mouth moved without engaging his brain, "over compensating for something?"
There was complete silence once the words left his mouth. Mikaela stared at him in horror slowly inching away as he covered his face with his hands, not believing such words had come out of his mouth. Suddenly a twittery noise broke the silence. It took Sam a moment to recognize it as Bee's laughter which was joined by Jazz's.
"The boy has got you pegged, 'Hide." Jazz chuckled.
"Mouthy little thing ain't 'cha?" Ironhide grumbled.
"I'm sorry," Sam apologized sheepishly, peeking through his fingers, "it's just been a weird night."
"I can see why Bumblebee likes you." Ironhide stated with nod of respect, making Sam feel like he had just passed an important test that he didn't even realize was in progress.
Optimus Prime made a noise similar to the clearing of a throat and the laughter subsided. He gestured to the emergency Hummer who was studying Sam, continuing the introductions, "Our chief medical officer; Ratchet."
"The female's pheromone levels suggest she wants to mate with the boy," Ratchet stated, seeming to sniff the air, "but he seems non-responsive to the female's advances."
"How do you know that?" Mikaela suddenly ask, finding her voice, "You just met us."
"Bumblebee has transmitted his observations of your interactions," Ratchet explained, "As well as the interactions between the boy and Bumblebee's Holomatter avatar. Interactions would like to see for myself at a later date, as well as the boy's ability to transform."
"Bee, you and I are going to have a very long conversation later." Sam told the yellow 'bot, embarrassed to the extreme, before changing the subject, "So what's your job title, Bee?"
"Bumblebee is a scout," Optimus Prime answered for him, "and at the moment your guardian."
"Guardian?" Sam asked, "Okay two questions: why doesn't Bee talk? Why do I need a guardian? Not that I'm complaining." He said with a smile to Bee.
"His vocal processors were damaged in battle." Ratchet explained as he aimed a red laser at Bee's throat, "I'm still working on them."
"As for why you need a guardian…" Optimus Prime raised a hand to the side of his head and with a small whir, the scenery around them changed into a metallic world filled with large towers and spiked spires, there were metal body parts littering every surface, explosions of light in the distance, huge smoking craters, unimaginable destruction, and total devastation as far as the eye could see.
"Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just," Optimus Prime began in solemn voice, "until we were betrayed by Megatron, who became leader of the Decepticons." The hologram showed a huge, vicious looking robot destroying another, "All who defied them were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet, and the Allspark was lost to the stars. Megatron followed it to Earth, landing in the Arctic Circle, where Captain Witwicky found him."
"Captain Witwicky…." Sam murmured as his mind made the connection, "the Iceman."
Optimus Prime nodded, "It was an accident that intertwined our fates. Megatron crash-landed before he could retrieve the Cube. Captain Witwicky accidentally activated his navigation system. The coordinates to the Cube's location on Earth were imprinted on his glasses."
"How did you know about his glasses?" Sam asked in surprise.
"Bumblebee has been tracking your family for some years now." Optimus Prime answered.
"You've been stalking my family?" Asking that rather than what Sam really wanted to ask, 'Is that the only reason you slept with me, Bee? For the glasses?'
"If the Decepticons find the All Spark," Ratchet interjected, "They'll use its power to transform Earth's machines, and build a new army."
"And the human race will be extinguished." Optimus Prime stated, "Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival."
Sam shifted his weight from foot to foot as all five robots stared at him intently, uncomfortable with scrutiny and the dark turn his thoughts had taken considering his and Bee's relationship. Mikaela turned to him with wide eyes, "Please tell me you have those glasses."
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Author Notes:
Songs used in this chapter:
Dream: He Loves U Not
Brooke Valentine: Girlfight (Remix)
Velvet Revolver: Get Out The Door
Toby Keith: How Do You Like Me Now
Tina Turner: Be Tender with Me BabyDestiny's Child: Happy Face
Beatles: Real Love
Aqua: Best Friend
So Sam finally meets the Autobots! Yay! There's a little dash of Sam-angst and a little Mikaela abuse too. ^_^
Thanks to everyone whose has read and reviewed!
-BlueLunacy7