Saffron forwent music, for this evenings ride. She was alone, Mick having something with Henry, the two had to do. All the windows were down, wind streaming in and playing with her curls. She took back roads, not wanting to hit bad traffic, and was outside of the city in no time. The scenery was nice, though it was desert. In the following silence, her mind was able to wonder; over school, her computer skills and how she planned on expanding them to be productive. Her brows furrowed more then once.
"Hey pretty lady...what's on your mind?" two different voices came from the speakers, both R&B singers.
"Nothing important, Bee." she sighed, bracing an arm on the window. Okay, maybe she was going crazy. Talking and referring to him as if he were real...but how else did he answer back? It's not coincidence that he just happened to play the right song, every time. If not possessed...then what! Alive?, she snorted at the though but then blinked. Actually..., she shook her head to dismiss her thoughts. That's just ridiculous. What was she, in that Christine movie by Stephen King? "Ha, alive, pffffft."
"It's amazing how you speak right to my heart. Without saying a word, you can light up the dark. Try as I may, I could never explain when you don't say a thing." and just like that, as if someone clicked the light bulb in her head on, it all sorta clicked in place. All the times, since buying Bee, she had been trying to convince herself the car was normal, she ignored the other things. All the experiences that were strange and leave most people scratching their heads. Things that she just couldn't pass off on it being 'possessed'. Saffron was a smart girl, most of the time.
Eyes narrowing, she pulled off onto the shoulder of a deserted road and took a side dirt road. When they were a good distance out, she stopped and pushed the door open to get out. There was no way she was going to have someone drive by while she's trying to have a serious conversation with a car. There was a gentle breeze out that day, sweeping across the back of her neck. She squatted by the cars front bummer. Didn't say anything, just stared.
"Boy, I think about it every night and day. I'm addicted, want to jump inside you love."
Slowly, she reached a hand out to rest on the hood of the mustang. "No lies Bee...you're not possessed, are you?" for a moment he was silent and still. She didn't think he would answer but a soft chirp left him, almost like he was sighing and rocked back on his wheels. That was a no if she ever heard one. "But...you're alive?" another chirp but his time happier. So...yes. "How is that even possible?"
He rolled back, putting some distance between them then started rumbling. A brow cocked but it only lasted a moment before it shot to surprise and awe. He was changing! The car was changing. The metal on metal screeching was like a background noise. Metal folded in on itself, disappearing, only to come back and form a different piece. Before long, a bot stood there, staring down at the silent teen. Doors on his back like wings and wheels just under them. Bright blue met green hazel.
Saffron slouched back a moment then started screaming. Not in that 'oh shit, I'm going to die!' way but the 'holy crap, just found my car's alive and this is the best day of my life!' way. And then she was running around him, or maybe it was more like jumping, like a hopped up bunny. "This is so awesome! You are so awesome Bee!" arms wrapped one of his thick mechanical legs. The big bot looked down, whirling in an embarrassed manner and his battle mask slid in pace. Awwwwww!, of course she wouldn't voice that aloud...but it was cute. "So...who built you? Was it the Japanese?" he shook his head. "Chinese?" another negative head shake. "...did anyone here, as the planet?" a hesitant head shake in the negative was her answer. "So...alien?"
"Correct, correct!" clapping his hands, he pointed at her. "Your wonderful, you're wonderful!"
An alien. Her car was an alien. True blue, alien. Breath Saffron., he started getting worried from the lack of response, leaning forward to see her better. He reached out to poke her but she reacted first. "Best spent money, EVER!" and tackled him in a hug. The sudden move startled him and he staggered back, falling on his butt. At this point, it would have been mighty embarrassing for anyone to see the two of them. Well, for Bumblebee anyways. She was nuzzling his cheek and muttering things, for Primus sake! Saffron, on the other hand, would probably brush them off or threaten to hurt them.
A series of whirls and chips left the yellow bot, at this point beyond embarrassed. The femme, as he learned, was a very emotional and open creature. "Sweet little Bumblebee!" finally, after some time passed, she released the alien from her hold and sat up...on his chest. "Well, I really fell short now."
"Not...short...fun sized!"
Saffron burst into laughter. The fun size part was her own voice, one of the many times she had pouted to Mick about her height and he called her short. "Aaaaah, that was good." instead of actually getting up-how was she so comfort just perched on him?-she rolled over to lie stretched out on his chest and stomach. "So, you talk through radio?"
"XM Satellite radio...vocals...shot...battle."
"Hm...whatcha doing here, on Earth?"
"All in...good...time...lil'lady." she snorted at the John Wayne ending but nodded. For whatever reason, she trusted Bumblebee. He had been with her for little over a week now and if he wanted to hurt her, he would have. There was more then enough opportunities.
A soft hum filled the room, mixing with the gentle beat of blues from the dinosaur like computer Saffron used. She sat at the desk, the half bit under the window. Safety goggles in place and thin gloves. To her right was a small rolled out pouch with a variety of small tools. On the left was a boxed like contraction, separated into two pieces. A taser Judy had given her baby girl a couple mouths ago. Not that Saffron wasn't appreciative, she just wanted to tweak it here and there. Put a setting on it so she could control the current usage.
Someone would be having a bad day for messing with her.
Sparks flew from the small welder in her hand and the device. Lighting up the contours of her face. Her tongue swiped the bottom lip then poked out the side in concentration. With a soft 'ah ha!', she sat back with a triumphant grin and pressed the two pieces back together. Once everything was bolted back in place, she lifted the taser above her head and pressed the trigger. Blue electricity sparked between the two little prongs on the end. Heat radiated from it. "Definitely put a hurting on someone."
A long, drawn out whirl and click drew her attention to the window, where Bumblebee stood...in robot mode...peeking into her room. "Not you, silly Bumblebee." setting it down, she went over to the door that lead to the wrap around balcony. He moved with her and leaned a little so they could be face to face. "What's up?" it was late at night, Judy and Ron were already asleep. The backyard was covered by trees, so as long as Bumblebee crouched, he wouldn't be seen.
"Message to Starfleet, Captain...throughout the inanimate vastness of space..." he gestured to the sky.
It was still a bit weird to get use to the way he talked. "More of you, your kind?" he nodded. "You have to contact them?" another nod and her lips pursed. "Can I come?" he blinked, at least that was what it looked like, at her. "Please? I promise not to be in the way?" she pulled out the big guns, the puppy eyed look. "Please Bee?" the slouched shoulders and sad chirping was enough answer, as she ran inside for shoes and a jacket. When she started to understand his chirps and whirling sounds, was beyond her.
When she came back out, he offered a hand as to which, she crawled in. Then, without warning, he changed back to his car form and she ended up in the drivers seat. "Ha ha ha! That's awesome, dude!" the seat vibrated underneath her, making her giggle. "Let's go, buddy." they pulled out of the yard and headed down the road. Saffron had no idea where they were going but recognized the train yard as they grew closer. Train yard?, her head cocked to the side.
Stopping, the door opened for her to exit and she got out. The metal on metal screech echoed and she stared, awed at the sight. It would never get old. He offered a hand and she crawled on, finding a comfy spot on his shoulder when set there. He started toward the tallest part of the yard, by a large metal structure. There was a clicking, his chest armor opening and the brightest light the human femme had ever seen, shot out. Aimed straight for the sky, cutting through any clouds. A series of strange crackling sounds came next, mixing in with the light. Their language, Saffron guessed.
Then just like that, the light disappeared and Bumblebee grew quiet. Saffron shifted. "So, what now?"
"Now we wait, lil'lady." again with John Wayne.
"Are the others like you?" she asked from the blue. "Like size wise?"
"Bigger...I am...second...smallest."
"You said before your vocals were hurt in battle, so does that mean they can speak?" he nodded. "Are they as nice as you?"
"Tough...but...nice."
"...are they as adorable as you?" a grin slid on her face, especially after his fans kicked on and his mask fell to cover his face. It's just so cute! She was sure Bumblebee was either a child or teen in their race. "Are you...like a teen? Like me?" turning his head to see her, half of the mask slid up to reveal his face. Don't squeal. Don't squeal-awwww, to late!, she was doing the whole rubbing cheek to cheek, thing. At least, trying to. "So chibi!"