To Learn, or Not to Learn Ch. 2

Family can be the strangest people. –Myself

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The first thing that Will felt when he woke up was warmth. Then he felt pain. Then he heard voices. And one of the voices was angry.

"You SLAGHEAD!!!! You KNEWthe plan!!!! You were supposed to grab and go, not destroy anything!!!! You----"

"They were being kidnapped!!! Nobody does that to MY family!! Once I get the chance to see those no good, rotten--- OW!!!!"

There was CLANG! with that 'OW', so Will could only guess that someone got hit with something hard and metal.

Metal…

Topkick… Sector Seven… Giant Transforming Robot… Sarah… Annabelle…

"What the hell do you think you are, taking our daughter away like that?!"

Will snapped his eyes open only to see bright lights over him and closing them quickly, groaning.

"Ah, you're awake." Loud, clanging noises that only described as steps were issued against the floor- which Will was certain was metal as with everything else in the room. A giant, yellow-green metal figure loomed over him, causing him to back up until he hit metal. The metal he backed up into was black, and he slowly looked up to see the thing/person that put him in this mess. The transforming Topkick.

Will damn near had a heart attack if it hadn't been for the black giant saying,

"I'm sorry that I knocked you out, but I wanted to stop those men before they hurt you. You and your family are my and my mate's charges, if anything happened to any of you, I would never forgive myself."

Will was stunned.

"What do mean, 'charges'?" he asked hesitantly.

"My mate and I will now protect you and your family from harm. I am Ironhide, of the Autobots. The green medic is CMO Ratchet."

Will let out a shaky breath and said, "My name is William Lennox, but call me Will."

The doors at the other side of the room opened to reveal a dusty-blue robot, only looking like a female. Sarah, holding Annabelle, was in the palm of the female bot's hand. They seemed to be having an argument.

"That's the reason why we have traffic lights!" Sarah said.

"Don't those stop sign things do that? They say stop!" asked the dusty-blue robot, confused.

"What if there's more than one person? The wait would take forever and then someone will something dumb and cause an accident!" explained Sarah. Annabelle just snoozed away in her mother's arms.

Will's eyes lit up with happiness.

"Ah, my LADIES!!!" he cheered.

"Chromia!!!" Ironhide said.

Both ladies looked up at the two males and smiled.

"Sarah was just explaining to me about the traffic laws. Those laws are really weird." Chromia explained as she put her hand with Sarah and Annabelle on it near Will. Sarah stepped off and was swept into a hug. Annabelle chose that time to wake up and let the world know that she was being squashed. Ironhide and Chromia cringed at the noise.

"How can your little ones be so loud?" Ratchet asked, astonished.

Will and Sarah looked at each other, then to the Autobots present. They smiled.

"Would you like to learn more?"

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Molly woke up with a little groan. All she remembered was a silver Pontiac Solstice following her, and praying that the driver wasn't a guy who preys on six year old girls. She was running away from another foster home when this happened.

But why would anyone want her? She had brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. She was a nothing, a person that nobody wanted. She knew it; the foster system knew it, so why do they keep sending her to homes that didn't want her?

Those were her last thoughts when she taken by the shape-shifting Solstice. Then everything was black until she woke up. The first thing that came back to Molly's little mind was sound. There were voices and a song playing in the background. Molly recognized the song as "Battlefield" by Jordin Sparks. The main voices were both male, and from the sounds of it they were talking to her. After all, she did wake up with a groan.

"How are you?" The first voice was somewhat cold and logical, like a person that doesn't show emotion. Molly know those kinds of people, her thirteenth foster dad was like that.

"Chill, Prowler. She's just wakin' up. I didn't mean to knock her out that hard," said the second voice had a musical lint to it, and overly cheerfully the opposite of the first voice. Metal scrapped against each other as one seemed to hug the other while saying, "Don't worry, hun. She's okay. Ratchet checked her out, remember?"

Slowly Molly opened her eyes. At first there was brightness all around, then it cleared up for her to see two male giant alien robots hugging and making out!!! She guessed that the first voice belonged to the black and white one and the silver one had the second voice. She herself was on a metal shelf of some sort. She gave a slight cough and the two broke apart.

"Ah, she lives, Prowler!!" the silver bot cheered. The black and white bot frowned at the silver bot while Molly giggled. The black and white bot turned to Molly and said,

"I am Prowl, Autobot Second in Command and head tactician."

"I'm Jazz, Third in Command, head of Special Ops, and master saboteur. I'm Prowlie's mate. You have nothin' to fear here. Except when he works overtime."

Molly looked worried. "What happens then?"

Jazz gave a grin and his visor twinkled. "I yell at him and ----"

"Not in front of the youngling!!!" Prowl yelped. Molly giggled.

"It's okay. My tenth foster home was homosexual. I'm Molly."

Prowl and Jazz looked shocked. Jazz knelt before her.

"How many foster homes have ya been to, lil' lady?"

"You picked me up from my 43rd foster home runaway, and I have always run away from a home." Molly replied.

"And how old are you?" Prowl asked, a worried frown in place.

"I'm six!" she replied with a cheerful grin.

"Why would ya want to runway from a warm home?" Jazz asked. Molly's happiness deflated in an instant.

"Cause nobody really wants me, I'm just a big money maker." She replied.

"How are you a money maker?" Prowl wondered.

"The foster people need money to take care of me, so the government gives money monthly." Molly answered.

"So, they don't say that ya are absolutely adorable?" Jazz said, picking up and cuddling Molly. Molly shook her head no while Prowl hugged both Jazz and Molly.

They looked at Molly and Prowl said,

"It's best that we all got some recharge in." Jazz, with Molly, sat down on the shelf thing, and scooted over to the wall. Prowl came onto the shelf and snuggled toward Jazz and Molly. Jazz put Molly in between the two males and put his hand on top of her. Prowl did the same with his hand.

"Nighty-night, Jazz. Nighty-night, Prowl." Molly said.

"Night, Molly. Night, Prowler." Jazz said.

"Good night, Molly. Good night, Jazz." Prowl replied.

Soon, they were all asleep together.

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The first sensations that Sam felt were rumbling vibrations and purring noises. He opened his eyes to see yellow and black painted metal. He looked up to see Mikaela on a metal chest and farther up to see a face, a large face that looked like it was sleeping.

Sam was reaching toward Mikaela's hand when a bigger three fingered hand put itself on top of him. Sam froze as a quiet voice said,

"Go back to recharge. I'll explain everything tomorrow."

A finger began to stroke his back, relaxing Sam more and more than he liked until he fell asleep again.