Chapter 2: Meeting the Autobots
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Legend: Thoughts, "Speech".
Hi again! I just want to thank crimsoneyedangel18 for being my first reviewer! I think so too. Sorry, I'm not really good at typing accents. Yes, I know Jazz was offlined during TF1, but he will always be revived or not killed in the first place in all my fanfics. Read on!
"Hannah? Hannah darling, your uncle is already here." I half-heard a voice speaking into my ear.
"It's summer vacation mom. Five more minutes…" I groaned and turned over in bed.
She laughed and said, "Well, I guess I'll have to cancel that job offer you took up yesterday. Pity, I thought you were so eager to work on the cars…"
"I'M UP!" I shot into the bathroom in a flash and took the shortest shower known to mankind.
*TIME SKIP- 5 minutes later*
Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, I struck a pose and imagined some heroic fanfare playing in the background. "Am I awesome or am I awesome?" I said smugly.
Mom gave me a quick once-over and smirked. "I think Miss Awesome has to flip her shirt the opposite way."
I looked down at myself and grumbled. "Why can't I have just one day to not have to readjust my outfit?" I went back into the bathroom to flip my shirt back, pull my hair up into a high ponytail and grab my trusty wrench.
"This is for SPARTA!" I took the ritual tumble down the stairs while trying to be as normal as I could. And by 'normal' I meant routine, not doing dull and lifeless stuff like going down the stairs normally. Hell would freeze over before I'd walk down the stairs like a sane person.
"You won't make it far as a Spartan soldier if you don't pay attention."
"Huh? Whozzat?" I looked around and found myself staring into the greenish-blue eyes of Uncle Will. He pulled me up and I dusted myself off. "So, what do I have to do?"
"That's what do I have to do sir to you, Cadet." Ah ha! Planning to play the "major" card on me? I'll play along.
"Sir yes sir!" I saluted and rolled my eyes.
"At ease, Cadet. Your first job is to wash the cars. If you do a good job, I might let you rank up to repainting them. And after that, you might just be able to do some minor repairs. Time to use what your Dad taught you to good use, eh?"
"Ha ha. Very funny. I might as well bring along the airbrush and paint cans for tomorrow."
He opened his mouth to tell me something but was interrupted. "Bro, you'd better clear out of my house now before I rope you in for toilet duty."
I barely had the time to yell a goodbye before I was dragged forcefully out the door by a panicking Uncle Will. "Hey! I can walk ya know?" He released me and stalked towards the car.
Taking my wrench out of my pocket, I got in and started twirling it around. He started the engine and pulled out of the driveway. "Aww… Is the big strong major scared of washing the toilet? I thought you'd be brave enough for this type of stuff." I teased him.
He growled good-naturedly and flexed his muscles. "You kidding? Nothing scares me when I got these guns."
I busted out laughing and tapped him none too gently on the arm with my wrench. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't think you'd scare anyone looking like that." I snorted and went back to mindlessly twirling my wrench and heard him grumble unintelligibly under his breath.
"Huh, what was that? Say it louder so I can record it for Annie to hear."
"We're here."
As soon as I got out of the car, I was tackled by a hyperactive three year old. "Hannah's here! Hannah's here! Mommy, come quick!"
I chuckled and carried her as Aunt Sarah came out from the house. Her face was smudged with flour and cocoa powder, evidence of her favourite hobby baking. "Hi Annabelle. Hi Aunt Sarah!" I greeted them cheerily.
She gave me a warm smile. "Hi Hannah. How are you? I was just baking some brownies before you came. Would you like to-"
"Yes!" I put my cousin gently on the ground and heard my uncle start whining.
"What about me? Don't I get a warm welcome?"
"Daddy!" Annabelle squirmed out of my arms and ran towards him, jumping up into his arms.
In the kitchen, I was busy helping Aunt Sarah with the dough when Uncle Will appeared in the doorway.
"They're coming. You'd better come outside and meet them."
Dusting off my hands, I gripped my wrench, put on a brave front and followed behind him. I really hope I don't screw this up. What if I accidently damage some of the vehicles? What if I don't do a good job? What if… Many worries and "what-ifs" bounced around in my mind as I stood in the front porch of the house with Uncle Will.
All these thoughts were immediately dispelled and replaced with awe and excitement as I saw the vehicles proceeding up the road towards the large field just outside of the house.
A red and blue Peterbilt semi with flame decals led the procession, followed by a yellow Chevy Camaro with black racing stripes that was bouncing… Wait. Back up. Bouncing? Damn. That car definitely has a problem. Behind them was a black GMC Topkick with a yellow Search and Rescue Hummer H2 tailgating it. A silver Pontiac Solstice was trailing behind. I very nearly squealed at seeing my dream car. Keep calm, girl. Keep calm. I took a deep breath and eyed the rest of the cars. A green Chevy Beat and a Red Chevy Trax drove next to each other. I arched my eyebrow incredulously when I saw them keep bumping into each other, leaving scratches in their paint jobs. The last car was a silver Chevy Corvette Stingray Concept. All the windows of the cars were tinted and each one of them was filthy.
I turned to Uncle Will and said, "The military uses these sorts of vehicles?"
He avoided my eyes and quickly changed the topic. "We'd better meet them. Come on!" I was unceremoniously dragged towards them.
"I can walk by myself. Don't you remember?" He let go and I found myself looking at eight cars.
One by one, the doors of the vehicles opened.
I gulped as a really tall man got out of the Peterbilt. His hair was a dark navy blue and he had square, chiselled features. He looked about right to be a senior officer in the military. An air of quiet authority and wisdom surrounded him, commanding attention even though he was not doing anything of importance.
I heard the sound of wrestling and I turned my head to find two teenagers, twins from the looks of it, going at each other. One of them had bright red hair while the other had bright green hair. Both had features that reminded me of the goblin in that one show…
"Ow! What didja have ta do that fo'?" A burly man had walked in between them and knocked their heads together. I winced in sympathy and my mind started wandering. How long does he work out every day? Jeez, he looks like one of those people you'd expect to be a bodyguard.
Another one of them looked about forty and had a pair of thin, wire-framed spectacles perched on his nose. The white lab coat he was wearing screamed "Doctor" as he shook his head at the display and facepalmed. My lip curled up momentarily before dropping back to a neutral expression. I had a feeling he and I would hit it off well.
The sound of Rose Royce's Car Wash drew my attention and I spotted a lanky brunette cuffing a blonde boy who looked about the same age as him on the head. The blonde rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and stopped the music.
A ray of sunlight caught my eye and I looked at a silver blonde haired boy sitting on the bonnet of what I assumed was his Corvette. He was looking at me quite disdainfully, with a holier-than-thou attitude. I brushed off my urge to stick my tongue out at him and let my eye travel to the owner of the last car and came this close to squealing.
He looked about my age, had whitish silver hair and was absolutely gorgeous! Decked out in jeans and a black muscle shirt that clung to his frame, he noticed me gawking at him and winked, his sunglasses flashing in the sunlight. That's it. If he really worked in the military, I'm going to have to get in somehow. I wonder what his eyes would look like if I took the shades off. He looks so kissable- Whoa. Where did that come from? Down girl, he won't be interested in you. He probably already has a girlfriend. I trod all these new feelings underfoot as I blushed and averted my gaze.
Uncle Will cleared his throat and all eyes were on him. "Thanks for coming guys. As you know, you- I mean your vehicles will be washed by my niece Hannah."
I squeaked and shuffled my feet when I found myself at the centre of attention. Placing my arms behind my back, I said shyly, "Hi, I'm Hannah." I mentally kicked myself for perpetually being awkward around new people.
Uncle Will introduced me to them one by one. "This is Bobby Cameron, also known as Bee. Don't worry if he doesn't answer you. He's mute." The blond bounced excitedly on his heels. I silently dug my nails into my palms to keep myself from clapping them together upon exposure to his innocent cuteness.
"Sam Witwicky." The brunette waved to me. I waved back, unsure of what to think of him. I mean, he looked pretty wimpy…
"Orion Peters." The guy in the leather jacket nodded a greeting. I bit my lip. He was pretty handsome, but definitely not my type. He seemed too stiff and 'gentlemanly'.
"Skipper and Mack Roberts." The green haired teenager looked up at the name Skipper while the other answered to Mack, before continuing to elbow each other as quietly as possible. Idiots…
"Ron Hide." The burly man grunted and turned to look elsewhere. Well, nice meeting you too you old grump. I thought sarcastically, sticking my tongue out at his back. Thankfully, Mr Bodybuilder didn't seem to notice.
"Richard Smith." The one who looked like a doctor raised an eyebrow, most probably questioning my behaviour. However, he was unable to hide the amused twinkle in his eye and I filed this away for future reference.
"Sid Corbett." The guy sitting on his car snorted. News flash kid; I don't like you too. Either stop with that attitude or I'm gonna shove a flagpole where the sun don't shine.
"Jasper Eonight." Said male looked over at me again and smiled. I could have sworn I melted into a pile of goo at that moment.
"What's crackin' lil bitch?" Good Lord, his voice is magnetic!
"What?" I was too busy thinking about his voice to dwell on what he said.
Uncle Will looked aghast and quickly said, "Well, you should be tired after such a long journey. Why don't we go inside and leave Hannah to work in peace?" He shepherded all of them into the house, but not before glaring angrily at Jasper and telling me, "Use warm water."
With those orders, I grabbed the supplies I needed and stalked towards the Camaro.
Hope this was up to your tastes! Yay, Bee's going to get washed first! Please R&R!
P.S. I know he rides Ironhide (lol that's so wrong XD *fangirl squeal*) but I feel I should give Hannah a surprise when she gets to their house.