Thank you all for your reviews. I'm happy you like the way it's going. I did decided to continue the story, on how it all happened with Sam, in the original. Just getting to that point will be different. Hope this meets your expectations! Thank you for your continued interest and words of encouragement YOU GUYS THE BEST!
I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!
"One day, we're gonna get caught." Mick voiced, as he and Saffron left the movie theater room. They were sipping on soda's and munching on the last of their shared popcorn.
"Would you stop worrying about it. It's nearly impossible to track me." rolling hazel-green eyes, Saffron tossed both drink and bucket. Mick followed suit and they left the building. It was late evening, sun setting and casting an array of lights. Both looked skyward, enjoying the view before glancing to one another. "Aren't you glad you stopped bitching long enough to watch that kickass movie?" an elbow nudged him. The duo had decided to go see a movie, but neither had the money...so she hacked the theater website to "buy" their tickets. He was always afraid they would get caught but, she knew what she was doing.
"I can't believe you stifle money to your account." he muttered under his breath.
"Then don't think about it." she sang, skipping lightly and gaining looks. She usually shaved off five cents here and there from other bank accounts to put in hers. After a while, it started adding up.
"...so what about lunch?" he asked instead.
"Mick...we just had two buckets of popcorn, two boxes of candy and large sodas." he stared at her, as if saying 'and?'. "You are a bottomless pit." she slung an arm around his waist and he around her shoulders. Together, they headed down the sidewalk, and toward Bumblebee. He was parked right around the corner, since the parking lot was full. A little walking never hurt anyone, right?
"Hey Ronnie-Ron," the blonde leaned his head down slightly. "Don't look but there's a police cruiser following us." he then muttered just low enough for her to hear. He had noticed it once they left the theater and something rubbed him the wrong way. And he swore it was inching closer.
Police cruiser?, she frowned at the thought. Insistently, images of a black and white mustang popped to the front of her mind. The one she's being seen all over town...wherever she was. Was the cops following her? "New mustang addition?"
"Saleen S281 Ford Mustang." he rattled off.
It was the same one, she was sure. "I think it's been following me the past week, give or take a couple days. Noticed it the day I got Bee." she explained just as low, stealing a look over her shoulder. The logo 'To Punish and Enslave' was displayed proudly on the right back end. First thing noted about the cruiser, it's logo. Not the usual 'To Protect and Serve'.
"Following? Why would they-you don't think they know, do you?" meaning the hacking she did.
"Nah. If they did, they would've come to the house by now." she shook her head. "Any time I see the car, I can't see the driver." was added.
"...why did you park so far out?" he cursed.
"Look, don't make eye contact. Look straight ahead and just keep walking." she whispered, wrapping an arm with his. She got a bad feeling in the out of her stomach. Hopefully Bumblebee was close enough to come to their rescue, if it turned out to be something neither of them could handle.
Eventually, I need to tell Mick about Bee., her eyes cut to the blonde, trying to gauge how he would react. She didn't think he would freak out, in a bad way...or in the way she had. More like 'Really? Alien robot? Cool.' and then continue on doing what he had been. Now that she thought about it, the girl had the strangest friends and friends.
"Creeper alert!" Mick hissed, shuffling closer.
Saffron looked a second time to see the cruiser rolling up on them at a snails pace. "Just keep cool, Mick!" she hissed back. "Bee is just around the corner."
"I don't think your car will be able to help of this dude turns out to be a stalker or serial murder."
"You might be surprised." she deadpanned, as they turned the street...only to see that Bumblebee was gone. "..." ...FUCK!
"...did someone steal your car?!" he cursed.
Rumble, rumble.
Both teens froze at the sound then turned slowly. Oh so slowly, like one of those people in a horror movie to see the killer behind them. The cruiser was on them just that quick, knocking against the back of their legs. Not hard enough to break anything but enough to make them stumble. "What the hell man?!" Mick slammed a fist on the hood, in his anger.
The cruiser rumbled again, this time more loud and deep. They had the distant feeling it was angry. "Don't think you should've done that, Mick." Saffron gripped the sleeve of his jacket, tugging him away.
The car rolled forward, bumping into them again. This time, they staggered back and tripped, hitting the ground. With a roar of it's engine it pulled up again. "Hey, what the are you doing!?" Saffron snapped, planting her feet on the grill to be pushed along the ground. The cruiser stopped, one head light coming out to shine the light right on the girl. Pieces of shark, jutted metal unraveled from the headlight to expend, like petals of a flower. It felt like the light was scanning her, a shiver shooting up her spine.
Pulling a leg back, she kicked the grill and it seemed at her words/actions, something snapped. The mustang started changing. The familiar sight and sound of metal on metal screech made Saffron's eyes widened. Mick just gawked as it changed. When it was done, a menacing creature of black and silver stood. Bright and cruel red eyes glaring down at them. Not at all like Bumblebee's soft optics. This guy was bad. This guy was not a friend of the black mustang.
Danger Will Robertson! Danger!
"BEE!" the high pitched scream left the teen, echoing in the area they were trapped. Both males cringed back at the volume, though Mick wondered why she was calling out for her car. Oh, and what the hell was the thing in front of them! Reaching blindly behind her, Saffron grabbed the first thing that happened to cross her hands path and chucked it at him. Half full beer bottle. It shattered on the creatures head, spilling the rest of the dark liquid in it's red optics. "Time to run." getting to her feet, she pulled Mick with her and both turned tail.
"What the hell is going on?!" he demanded.
"Not a clue!"
"Why are you calling for your car?" was the next question.
"Explain later. BEE!" they ducked into some abandoned warehouse, dodging car frames, trash and other miscellaneous items. The pounding and clanking footsteps following let the two know they were not alone. The giant creature was coming after them, knocking aside large pieces of debris with a flick of it's wrist. "Circle around, Mick. Go back to the street and look for my car."
"I'm not leaving you alone!" he argued.
"Trust me, Mick-" an earth shattering-roar, Saffron was suddenly flying, crashing into the windshield of a car about ten feet out. It crackled under the weight. Her side had a blooming pain where she suspected the bot hit her. She hadn't even heard him get that close or see him swing his arm. "Go Mick!" he hesitated a moment but the look on her face made him obey. He turned and ran, cursing himself the entire way. Where was that stupid car?
The black and silver creature crouched over the girl, a metal, three pronged foot coming down on the hood. "Are you Saffron Jamie Witwicky?!" he snarled the question in her face but she was just to stunned to answer. A metal claw came down on the car this time, by her head. She squirmed at how close it was, winching in pain. "Are you Saffron Jamie Witwicky?"
That snapped her out of her daze. "What's it to you, bucket of rusted bolts!" oh dear god, her mouth was going to get her killed! The bot growled, lowering his head to see her better. She got a flash of wires between a break in armor. The taser!, a voice that sounded suspiciously like her mother, chirped. That's right, she had the modified taser! Sure, it wouldn't kill him but maybe hurt enough to give her a running chance? One way to find out. A hand went to her bag, rummaging. The tips of her fingers brushed the handle, so her hand wrapped it and pulled it out.
For a moment, he looked amused at her weapon...until she shouted a battle cry and shoved the little device in the spot she seen earlier and zapped him with it. It had the desired effects, him stumbling back. Twitching. Smoking. His optics flicked a couple of times. It was painful. When he finally came back to himself, she was already halfway across the warehouse. An anger endured roar left him and he took up chase. The femme would die, horribly slow, after he got the stupid glasses.
Where the fuck is Bee and Mick?!, the curly haired teen cursed them both as she ran, arms around her mid-section. Her thighs were hurting, as was her chest and side. She was sure she would be one big bruise tomorrow. Casting a look over her shoulder, a soft groan left her. He was catching up! A bellowing honk cut through the air and a flash of black that blurred into the space and took out the black bots legs. He hit the ground and the blur stopped beside her. Raising her head, the door opened and she scowled. "Assholes are so late!"
"Shut up and get in!" Mick rolled his eyes, extending a hand. She took it, limping closer and dove inside, scrambling over him to curl up in the drivers seat. Bumblebee shot off, leaving the building they were in. It was mostly silent, expect for the panting of the duo and the occasional hiss from Saffron when she felt the stabbing pain in her side. Ribs probably bruised...maybe factored. Both turned to look behind them, coming out from a cloud of dust. The flashing of red and blue lights made them tense. "It's gaining on us!" the blonde practically screamed, on his knees as he gripped the headrest to see out the back window.
"Sit down!...and buckle up...please!" the radio sparked to life, startling him. He snapped around and complied. His day was just to weird. First with this...creature chasing them. Then finding Bumblebee and it driving itself to Saffron.
They blasted down a side street, the cruiser on their tail. Trying to pass them. "Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" Mick "urged" Bumblebee but then noticed exactly where it was they were headed. Another abandoned building, with stained glass windows. "Oh god, we're gonna die. We're gonna die!"
"Mick, shut the fuck up! We're not gonna die!" she screeched back, hands on the roof to try and steady herself so she would rattle around so much. They crashed through the windows, the colorful pieces raining down around them. The cruiser was right after them, gaining. Bumblebee careened through a stack of boxes and crates, then fishtailed as the other passed. He shot off again, momentarily losing their chaser and backing into a dark corner. The lights went out, engine shut off and they all just sat there. "...what's going on?"
"No idea." Saffron shrugged. From the corner if their eye, they seen it. The mustang cruiser. Creeping by in slow-mo. As if looking for someone...them. Mick reached for the keys but the girl at his side smacked his hand away. "Let'im do his thing. Bee is kickass."
Is she scolding me? At a time like this?, he stared at the brunette in a dumbfound manner.
The mustang suddenly came to life, as the cruiser revered back to where they were. It shot off like a bullet, almost clipping the tall fender of the cruiser. He went over a short bridge, spinning a 180 and dumping the teens on the ground in a groaning mess. He changed to the bot Saffron was use to seeing by now and stood in front of them protectively. At the same time, the cruiser morphed back into the creature they had seen before and tackled Bumblebee. The black/yellow bot hit the concrete, sparking as he slid a bit. The other bot came toward Saffron and Mick, gargling strange sounds and formed something that looked like the blades of a old push mower...but more deadly.
From his, and they were guessing here, chest, a small and metal-like...thing shot out. It was another bot, this time way smaller, barely to Saffron's knee. And wiry/twitchy looking. However, he was just as dangerous, proven as he attacked Mick. The blonde quickly became riddled with small gashes, before he was able to swat it away. It dove a second time, clambering onto his legs. "Get it off, get it off!" shrieking, he was able to get his foot between himself and it's face, pinning the little thing to the ground.
"My handy, dandy...taser!" said item was held above her head then brought down with lighting speed. He removed his foot, just as the end connected to the bots chest and she hit the trigger. It screamed, arms and legs failing all over the place. Smoking and twitchy. Much like his big partner. After a moment, she stopped and pulled her hand back. It was twitching still, pity full sounds coming from it. Not that Saffron felt bad. It was trying to hurt her best friend.
"Is it...dead?" Mick nudged it with a foot.
"I don't think so. Just unconscious."
"Are ya...two okay?" both turned to see Bumblebee standing on a overlook into the ditch they just realized they were in. How the hell did they even get there?!
"Yah, we cool!" Saffron threw back, winching at a sudden pain. "Ok, maybe not cool-cool."
"We need to get you to a doctor." Mick worried, totally ignoring the fact his best friends car just morphed into a sixteen foot robot.
Bumblebee transformed back to car mode, opening the door. "We'll, c'mon partner." rang from the speakers.
"Yah, yah...coming." she grumbled.
"Strangest girl I met. Are we really about to get in a car that transformers into a robot?"
"Yes." Saffron turned to far him, mouth open.
He held up a hand. "If you're about to spout lame bullshit about 50 years from now and having the guts to get in, I'll beat you up side the head." he warned.
"You are no fun." pouting, she a limped toward bumblebee and climbed in the passenger side. Mick was hesitant to sit in the drivers, until she scoffed and called him a pussy. "We'll...this was an eventful day." Saffron whispered. The seat vibrated under her gently, a sad tune carrying on from the speakers. "I'm fine, Bee." a tiny smile found home on her face.
"..." Mick just looked between the girl and dashboard, a couple times. Why was he friends with this girl?!
"This guy is a douche bag." Mick muttered under his breath. Saffron, Ron and Henry all snorted in agreement.
"So, let me get this right, sleek and his girlfirend." the cop, we'll call him Bob #1, started. The friends scowled at him. How many times did they have to tell him they weren't an item?! "You were chased around an abandoned building, by some lunatic...in a cop car."
"Yup, pretty much." they answered together, shrugging. The movement made Saffron grimace and shift.
"And you expect me to believe that?" he just looked between the two, as if they would suddenly break down and tell him their deepest and darkest secret.
"Look, officer, I can't be any clearer. We were chased by some fucking manic, almost killed. I was thrown into a windshield, have the bruises and busted up cage to prove it. I didn't say it was a cop, I said it was someone in a cop car look alike. I'm pretty sure the police motto is 'To Perfect and Serve', not 'To Punish and Enslave', like it was engraved on his car." she wisely left the part out about what the car changed into.
"Wow, ok then..." he reached back for two cups and held them out to the teens. "Alrighty then, fill'er up. No dripy-dripy."
"..." did he really just say that?! "What?" both just stared at him.
"You heard me, kiddies." again, the containers were shook at them. "Time to fill'er up."
This idiot can kiss his retirement goodbye., one look at Mick, he nodded in agreement to what she was thinking.
"Officer, I don't like how you're talking to these two kids!" Judy was on her feet in a blink of an eye, standing between him and the teens. "She is in the hospital, hurt and you should be looking for the son of a bitch who attacked them! I'm pretty sure you could get the results of the blood work, from the test they took, that shows she is not on any drugs."
"And people wonder where I get my attitude and fiery temper from." Saffron snorted, gesturing to her mother for the world to see. She was her mothers daughter!
"Well," he cleared his throat, clearly not ever having a mother put him in his place. "That still leaves chief over there." he gestured toward Mick.
"He to is getting blood work." Henry stepped in, arms crossing to look down at the officer. Papa Solace can be intimidating when he wanted. "You can wait til then."
Saffron and Mick exchanged a look, both snickering. "Maybe he's on drugs?"