Big brothers are annoying. Saffron knew that but never really understood it...until now. Sam, after finding out about the "attempt on his baby sisters life", came straight home. Little sister swears it's also so he can see Mikela. They seem to be getting along pretty good. Exchanged numbers and text all the time. They hung out once already since he came down. Only a matter of time., her lips turned upward at the thought. Currently, brother of her thoughts, was lying around the house...harassing her.
He was getting on her nerves.
Judy and Ron had left to have dinner, their Tuesday date night. Ever since that day in the hospital, they hadn't let her out of their sight, expect for school. She had been stuck in her room for a couple days...and decided to tinker with the tazer. Up the voltage, incase she ran into big, tall and metal again. Or any of his friends. Hopefully it would work as well. All the free time also left her open to..."surf" the world wide web in boredom. Hack into a sight here and there. Make others crash. Donate large amounts of money to charity, from those billion dollar companies that could stand to part with some "pocket change".
Oh, and did exactly as she promised. Drained the measly bank account of the douche bag cop. She'll put it back, maybe, after he's sweat it a couple days. Week at most. The man had a fucking high horse., she shook her head and huffing in annoyance. Or more of on the couch and letting her eyes drifts to the snoring male at her side, she scowled. Can't believe they left Sam in charge...which is total bullshit!, he was dead to the world! Perfect time to escape and go jump Mick!, mentally, she crackled and rose, careful not to disturb him. Her trip to Mick's would be horribly ruined if he caught her.
Heading up stairs and to her room, she changed from her pajama's and into a pair of grey jeans and a black t-shirt with a red spider web across the right side of her chest. Slipping into a pair of flip-flops, she eased out onto the balcony and would you know it, Mick was sitting on the railing edge. He looked up at the soft patter of feet and grinned. "Wondering how long before you escaped."
Saffron's grin matched his as she leapt at him and tackled him in a bear hug. "Save me, Sir Mick." the back of her hand went to her head, as if she were to faint. Mick snorted, patting her back then shrugged her off. "So, where shall we head to today? Lazer tag? Paintball? Hit the skate park and watch me bone myself a couple times?"
"That last one sounds like fun." shrugging, he sliding off the railing to the balcony.
Hearing the sounds of churning metal, both turned. "Bee!" and Saffron ran and jumped off the balcony, right at him. He caught her easily, offering the free hand to Mick, who just stepped up. True to Saffron's thoughts on him finding out about Bee, he took the news rather good. Even joked that she glomped him, laughed and squealed about how adorable he was. Had her pouting and admitting to doing that, just not in that order. Of course, his acceptance could also have something to do with the black and yellow bot saving his life.
"Stepping down...one step for man, one giant leap for man kind." Buzz Armstrong's voice left Bumblebee and he pointed up. All three raised their heads to see. Four comets whizzed pass the houses on the street, much to close to just be sailing by. They were landing. "Angels will rain down like visitors from heaven! Hallelujah!"
"Ya friends coming in tonight, hm?" Mick nodded slowly, when Bumblebee made a sound of approval. He was lucky his charge and her friend were intelligent and could read between the lines. It was hard stringing these words together to make a sentence.
"Right on! Let's go meet our intergalactic brothers!" Saffron punched the air.
"Intergalactic brothers?" Mick cocked a brow.
"Yah, what of it, Barbie?" she shot back, jutting a hip out. Harder then it looks, when she's leaning against a sixteen foot metal being. He adopted a blank look at the nickname. "Alright, let's vamoose, before Sammy wakes up!" whirling in agreement, Bumblebee set them on their feet and transformed into the mustang. The teens climbed in, the brunette in the drivers seat.
"So, what were you so hyped up about before?" Mick asked after a couple minutes of silence.
"Hm?" looking over, her face lit up as she remembered. "My taser!" pulling the device from a back pocket, she flashed it at him. "I was fiddling with the voltage. You know I used it against ole' blue and his little pain." he nodded. "I think it was more of a shock to the system, instead of hurting them...well, expect the little one. I want to be able to defend myself, incase he or another comes after me...or, if you know, Bee is being attacked." frowning, she patted the seat under her as it rumbled. "I know you're a big, strong robotic being that can kick ass but I still worry. You think Mick being six foot and built stops me from worrying?"
"It doesn't, my friend." Mick chipped in.
"It does help that I don't have to fret over some whore trying to come between us and then I'd have to break a bitches neck. And hide the body."
"I love how you talk so calmly about it." Mick chuckled. "But I suppose you worry about some asshole trying to come between us."
"Please, I'd snap an assholes neck and-"
"And hide the body." he finished, rolling his eyes.
"You know me so well, bunny!" she cried, throwing herself at him.
"Gah! Ronnie! You can't just throw yourself at me, when you're driving!" he struggled to get her off him.
"But I'm not driving!" she sang, rubbing their cheeks together. He hated when she did that!
The entire car shook with laughter, making Mick glare at the dashboard. "You are no help, Bee!"
"Don't you blame my sweet little Bumblebee!" she scowled.
"My god, are you raging? You are all over the place!" he threw his hands up.
"No!...though I have been craving chocolate the past couple days." she admitted quietly. Mick groaned, loudly. He knew what that meant.
"So..did Bee say anything about the others coming?" he wondered after a few minutes. "You know, the only two we have meet are either extremely nice." he gestured toward Bumblebee. "Or extremely asshole-ish." meaning Barricade, as the blue eyed bot called him. Well, it was more like Barry Caid, but they got the hint.
"I did ask." she pointed at him. "He said they are tough but nice. I'm assuming they are all older and more experienced. Our sweet little Bee here is a teen, like us!" low, drawn out whirls left the speakers.
"I think you're embarrassing him." Mick snickered before his seat was pushed up and he hit the dashboard. "Owi."
Saffron laughed, tinkering with the radio knob to find a station. "You aren't allowed to tease him like that. Only me."
"Why do you get to?" the blonde pouted.
"'Cause he's my sweet little Bumblebee...and I spent four thousand dollars on him." she reminded him.
"Technically, it was 2g's and technically that wasn't even yours."
"Hey!" a finger jabbed him in the cheek. "My accountant, my money."
"You are such a thief. It's a wonder how the FBI hasn't caught you." he muttered.
"What's the difference. Probably make me work for them. I got mad skills, player!"
"Whatever." mumbling, he settled into their seat before a thought came. "Why are they even here...or coming here."
"Looking for something. The gist I got was the bad guys are looking for the same thing." Saffron shrugged, again.
"You are to calm." he muttered ad she shot him a look. He was calm as well. "If you start freaking out, all hope is lost to me. You stay cool, I'm good."
"So, I'm your rock?" she laughed at that.
"Laugh all you want but it's true. Ever notice when you're calm, everyone around you is as well." he paused a moment before grinning. "We'll, expect your ma." remembering the officer from that night and how Judy tore into him, it made them both chuckle.
"Should've seen it , Bee. Momma tore into that dude like he had done something wrong!"
"We'll, he did accuse you of being on drugs." Mick pointed out.
"Us...and I remember. I still think he was smoking a little...something." the blonde snorted in agreement and they fell silent once again. Where ever they were going, they were coming up on it. "Oh look, we're someplace!"
"Isn't this the train yard?" Mick cocked his head to the side.
It looked so. Bumblebee nosed the gate open, squeaking the entire way. He pulled onto the property and toward a back alley, where it was dark, damp and smelled funny. He stopped about halfway down the alley, lights flashing through the puffs of heat. Something big was coming toward them. They turned when hearing sirens, watching as three more, smaller vehicles came in from behind. They were boxed in. Good thing I trust Bee and Mick trust me.
What turned out to be a Peterbilt semi stopped before the mustang. The duo crawled out, amazed yet again to watch it shift like Bumblebee did. Wheels jacked up on the legs, grill on the chest, blue and red paint job. It was also massive, at least 15 feet taller then Bumblebee and broad. Has to be a male., both mused.
Bumblebee backed up a bit, as the others pulled up to form a circle of sorts around the teens. A rescue hummer, GMC topkick, Pontiac Solace. One by one, they transformed into bi-pedal mode. It was like a continuos wave of awe. The tallest one present, the semi, crouched low as to be face to face with the femme teen. Quiet a feat, considering their height difference. "Are you Saffron Jamie Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?" by the voice, she knew she was right. It was a he.
"..." she eyed the metal creature, lips pursing. He was freaking huge! Glancing to Bumblebee, he nodded with a soft chirp. Him she knew, trusted with her life. He may trust these new beings but she knew nothing about them. But if her companion trusted them then she would give them the benefit of the doubt.
"I think I just shat my pants." Mick breathed.
Saffron squinted her eyes at him, lips pursing then shook her head. She couldn't believe he just said that. Answer the large, robotic being, Saffron!, she chided herself. "I am."
"My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cyberton." all Saffron could think at the moment was 'try saying that five times fast.'.
"But you can call us Autobots for short." the hummer bot told them.
"Autobots." Mick muttered.
"Fucking awesome." Saffron muttered at the same time.
"What's cracking, lil' bitches?" they turned at the voice, the silver Solace did a little flip and sat back on an abandoned car. "Seems like a nice place to kick it."
"My first lieutenant, Designation, Jazz." Optimus started introducing the others. "My weapons specialist, Ironhide."
"Are you feeling luck, punks?"
"Well, are ya?" Saffron couldn't help herself. Even while staring down the "barrel" of a canon. A very large cannon that looked so very advanced.
"Ronnie, no touching the cannon!" Mick smacked her hand, inches from touching it. Right as Ironhide was getting scolded for flashing his guns. Both pouted at the reprimand, mumbling under their breath.
"Our medical officer, Rachet."
The hummer bot sniffed the air a couple of times. "The boys pheromones level suggest he wishes to mate. Perhaps with the femme?"
"..." complete silence...then laughter. From Saffron and Mick. Like gut-wrenching laughter. "Unless I grew a penis when I wasn't looking, I very much doubt that." they all looked a bit...confused?, by that.
"I don't like...erm, femmes?" Mick explained and they nodded in understanding. They didn't seem to really care about his preference.
"You've already meet your guardian, Bumblebee." the little yellow bot started playing some music and doing boxing moves.
"Yesh! Awesomeness car ever!" she flashed him a thumbs up, one he returned.
"His vocal processors were damaged in battle." Rachet lifted an arm, a red beam shot out to his neck. "I'm still working on them."
"Well, I'm Saffron, as you know. Call me Ronnie, please. My bestest buddy, well human(she winked at Bumblebee who whirled softly.)Mick Solace. Pleasure meeting you, regardless of the reason why you're here." there was a mutter of 'how polite' from one of them. Something told her it was Rachet. "I got the gist of what you're doing here from Bee. Looking for something, that the bad guys are as well. Something to do with...glasses?"
"And I'm guessing it has something to do with your great grandpa, if big guy here was asking about him." Mick pitched his two cents.
"Hm...true." she tapped her chin before snapping fingers. "His glasses!" a finger ran over the rim of those she wore. The very ones they were looking for.
"You are correct." Optimus agreed with a nod. And so, he talked about the reason they were all there. The Allspark and how their home planet, once peaceful, was ravaged by war. By someone named Megatron. He tapped the side of his head and a beam of light shot from his eyes, bringing a hologram of their planet. It was all metal and sharp points. In a way, it was beautiful. They seen the sight of a fighting Megatron and shivered. The power hungry bot lead a group called Decepticons and they wanted the Allspark to turn Earth's technology into an army. Take over the world, kill humans. All that jazz. Then he spoke about Archibald finding a frozen Megatron years ago. She remembered hearing stories about how he had gone crazy, muttering about robots and such. The coordinates of where the Allspark had been imprinted on the lense of her great grandfather's glasses.
"Well then, you are in luck!" she declared. "These rims are actually the ones that belonged to him."
"And the lense." Optimus asked, an eager tone to his voice.
"At my house, trinket box. Didn't feel right to throw away something to do with family history." she explained.
"Well then, let's go get those lense." Mick announced.
"Wait!" she looked back to Optimus. "One question. In your...race?, is Bee considered a teen?"
Optimus, as well as the others, were silent in thought. Why did she want to know? Their optics flashed to the bot in question and he was looking down, as if embarrassed. Ironhide and Jazz were slightly amused at the shy bot. "...he is the youngest of all of us. Though much older then yourself or any human. I suppose it would be considered the same. Yes, he is." the leader nodded.
"Ha, in your face, Barbie! You owe me twenty dollars and a waxing for Bee!" a finger pointed at Mick, who pouted at the comment.
All the lights in the Witwicky home was on, when they pulled up to the back of the house. The duo got out of the mustang, looking back at the semi. "Be back, give us like ten minutes." without waiting for an answer, they darted toward the house and barged right through the backdoor.
"Ronnie?" Judy poked her head in the kitchen. "Where have you been, young lady?" she frowned at the two.
"Hi mama, sorry, can't talk right at the moment." they darted pass her and the confused Ron and Sam. Straight to her room. Throwing the door open, they immediately went straight for the spot she kept her trinket box. Same place since she took over Sam's old room, on the table under the window. Where she did homework and fiddled with some machines. They stopped at the edge, staring at the space with slightly wide eyes. It was gone. The box was gone. No one, and Saffron knew no one, would come into her room to take something without asking her first. Especially her trinket box, that locked with a key around her neck.
Slowly, very slowly, she reached for the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out her taser. Mick inched toward the end of the desk to grab a bat leaning against the wall. Someone had been in her room, took her box. Why, they were unsure. They could still be there? Had someone heard her telling the Autobots about the lense being in the box? That was the only thing she could think of. "Mick...go outside, with the others. Watch the back and ask Optimus to have someone watch the front. They have to be here still." she whispered.
"Be careful, Ronnie." he slipped out onto the balcony and to the bots, that transformed back into bipedal mode.
"Did you find them?" the blue and red bot stepped toward the balcony, crouching.
"No, we ran into a problem." he worried his bottom lip, looking back at the room he just left. "The trinket box is gone."
"...where else could she have put it?" Rachet asked.
"No, you don't understand." he shook his head. "Ronnie hasn't moved that box in the three years she has been in that room. No one would take anything from her room, without asking first. And the box is gone."
"...yo, someone took de box, then." Jazz filled in.
"Yes. She asked if someone could go to the front of the house. Rest of us stay back here. Bee, you'd probably be the best opinion to go. Whoever took it, she thinks they're still inside."
"Right, Bumblebee." saluting, the yellow bot transformed back to his car form and moved around to the front of the house.