Key-
"Someone speaking Cybertronain or Gods (Allspark/Primes/Prumus/Unicron) speaking in dream."
"Twins speaking in dream or in another language (French and Spanish)."
::Twin bond.::
"Normal"
"More than one person talking."
:Comm-Link or Personal Radio:
Name: Text Messages
Times-
Nanoklick - Second (One Second)
Breem - Minute (8.3 Minutes)
Joor - Hour (6 Hours)
Orn - Day (13 Days)
Stellar Cycle - Month (7.5 Months)
Vorn - Year (83 Years)
:They finally appear, you'd think it would be faster with how long it appeared in the movie.: Ben commented as we sat on our bikes waiting under the bridge where Bee would catch Sam and Mikaela after they fell off of Optimus's shoulder. Optimus had appeared with the two on his shoulder and climbed up under the bridge.
Apparently he hadn't noticed us parked not very far away.
I put my helmet back after retying the nest of white blonde shoulder length strands back up. Even though it was fairly straight, it caused me more trouble than I'd ever seen curly hair cause my youngest cousin. As we watched the scene unfold, I couldn't help but notice my own horror was matched by Ben.
:Alright, that's it! I've heard enough! Come on!: I growled, starting my bike up. Ben did the same and we raced off, the smell of burning rubber hitting both of our noses. We aimed directly for the agents trying to subdue Bumblebee, racing as fast as we could get our bikes to go under such short notice.
Out of sheer practice on the driving range, Ben and I skidded to a near stop causing the closest agents to jump out of our way before we were racing around the little yellow Autobot.
:Sam's broken free.: Ben scoffed, punching an unlucky agent as he raced by on his Marauder. After finally terrorizing the agents enough, I skidded to a stop not far from Mikaela and Sam who were standing pretty damn close to Bee.
The helicopters still circled overhead and I couldn't do anything about them as they still held Bumblebee down. Instead, I just roared out the first thing that came to mind, noticing Ben wince.
"YOU TOUCH THE CAMARO AND I'LL BLOW YOU SLAGGERS UP!" My voice was so loud and commanding that everyone froze at the bellow. I didn't take my eyes off the agents as I reached behind me with my left hand into the top pocket of my saddle bags and grabbed the first familiar cylinder I touched. The secret stash of fire crackers in my hand weren't going to be as well seen in the dark by these guys but Ben already knew what I had as my right hand when into my jacket pocket and grasped my lighter. I smirked viciously from behind my visor.
"Get him outta there. These fraggers are mine." I said right before I lit up the fire crackers. I threw them into the crowd of agents that came at me and they scattered as each started to go off, the loud noise starting to confuse them.
I got off of my bike with a smirk and grabbed the first agent to dare run at me. I threw him over my shoulder with ease as my material arts and self defense classes came to the fore front of my mind. Another charged with fist raised and I laughed manically as I caught his fists and then threw him into a group that had started on Ben.
Ben stood at my side ready to fight, as we started to tear through the group of agents. I could see the Autobots on the bridge watching us and I could see Optimus under it watching with confusion and curiosity as we attacked. With a skill of practicing and protecting each other from bullies (and getting into sparring matches against my older cousins) Ben and I were leaving a trail of carnage as we tried to protect Bumblebee as best as we could.
"GET UP YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A CYBERTROIAN! MEGATRONS STILL OUT THERE! ARE YOU GOING TO JUST SIT THERE?!" I yelled at the scout. This caught his attention along with the other four Autobots as Ben and I still were fighting off the S7 idiots. They were growing more used to our attacks (or the smarter ones that weren't as badly banged up) and coming at us harder than before.
"Come and get some assholes!" I growled out. I could see Sam and Mikaela had been captured once more, and were being lead to a SUV. As my thoughts strayed to the two, I lost focus and felt a hand connect with my unprotected jaw. I stumbled backwards from the pain and a snarl ripped through my teeth as I grabbed my attacker wrist and swung him over my shoulder and right into the cement with suck force it cracked and gave out a little leaving a human shaped crater in the ground. I didn't even notice that, to intent on the next attacker.
Ben and I were starting to lose due to the sheer number we were forced to fight against. Good fighters we maybe (even better against these glitches), but stamina wasn't one of our best qualities in a fight. Ben and I relied more on sheer strength.
Soon Ben was captured and then me too as I'd tried to free my best friend. Our helmets were taken off as we were held, leaving a gapping Simmons and his little weasel assistant to stare at the two of us as we snarled like beasts at them. I thrashed towards the Agent who'd be a big help in the future, too intent on making him pay now then to worry about the injury I sustained for it.
A nice big cut on my temple that was bleeding pretty good
Ben and I were practically dragged to the waiting SUV's that also held Sam and Mikaela. Just as I was about to be pushed into the SUV, I looked upwards to the bridge with a smile as I made eye contact with Optimus.
"See ya soon." I grinned through the blood running into my eye, before getting into the vehicle. I could feel the injuries now. I ended up having to get shoved into the back where two agents kept an eye on me. I just ignored them to sit back to back with my best friend, the back of our heads touching.
"When we get back to Canada, I'm blowing up everything in the house..." I said with a flat tone, as we started to drive off.
"Oh come one Morgan, you wanted an adventure and you got one. How's your head? I saw you go after the creep." He asked and Sam and Mikaela took the oppritunity to look at us properly. Their eyes widened and I just have a harmless grin. Mikaela seemed horrified at the cut on my forehead.
"L'amende de ma tête. Rien de sérieux." (My heads fine. Nothing serious.) I could see the surprised looks on the two teens as I relied to Ben in French. Ben gently butted the back of my head.
"English stupid." I snorted but complied, looking at the two beside Ben. Poor Sam looked small compared to Ben.
"I guess we better introduce ourselves. Names Morgan," I smiled and the two looked at me like I was insane. I huffed as Ben laughed.
"My names Ben, ignore Morgan, she's had too much adrenaline for one day." I snorted at his introduction.
"Those were some pretty impressive stunts you pulled back there. You were kicking their asses." Sam looked rather amused as the two who sat in front of me shifted and glared at my smirk.
"Ah, the talents of practice and sheer dumb luck." I answered dreamily, giggling as Ben snickered.
Mikaela snorted before eyeing me curiously. "What did you throw at them? They scattered like bugs."
My smirk grew until it became what my family called the 'Moon Smirk', downright scary with a full view of the rather shiny pearly whites hiding behind my lips. Lesser visitors to my home had cowered in fear.
"Morgan threw fire crackers at them. She likes messing with fire and things that explode." Ben sighed and I yawned. "Why she was asked to carry fireworks I will never know."
"Meh, me neither, but I'll deal with that another time." I yawned again. "Wake me up when get there, 'Kay?"
I didn't even wait for a reply as I let dreamland take me. Though my sleep wasn't exactly pleasant as there was still lingering pain from my fight and from hits I hadn't registered while fighting, I still found the dream about tying Galloway to a giant firework rather amusing. Ben stood beside me laughing along with a familiar black haired, icy blue eyed woman I'd known well but in that particular dream, I couldn't place her.
I was jolted awake to the sound of helicopter blades and a voice asking if I was okay in a Australian accent. Slowly, my eyes opened to see the rather amazing view of dawn in Nevada. Slowly, I sat up, yawning as I noticed the headset over my ears.
"Primus, je sens que je suis accroché à nouveau après cette partie à votre maison l'été dernier. Je connais Tyson enrichi son verre alors qu'il était en congè. (Primus, I feel like I'm hung over again after that party at your house last summer. I should have known Tyson spiked his drink when he was off-duty.) I said as Ben pushed me back down. I grumbled but conceded, throwing my arm over my eyes to block out the sun that suddenly found its way into my face.
"English Morgan, I can understand you but no one else can." Ben said and I just nodded as I restated what I said in English. I sat up again after a while when I was certain my head wasn't going to just suddenly implode. I heard Glen and Maggie ask how Sam and Mikaela got involved. A minute later I avoided answering the question with another question.
"You know where these stupid fraggers are taking us?" Ben just chuckled at my question. The four of them just shook their heads while Ben and I stared out the window towards the sun. "Sector Seven is sending us to their base at the Hoover Dam. They deal with stuff like your Cybertronian pals and I can only imagine what they're doing to your yellow friend right now."
I looked out at the scenery, admiring the landscape below, it was magnificent. A bit small sense of foreboding took over as I thought about what was about to happen. The Autobots would be heading towards us or at least looking at the glasses and Bumblebee would be getting tortured right now. I felt a little disgusted with myself on letting that happen at all but wiped it away with the thought that there could be a worse effect to our little meddling.
Butterfly effect was not a good thing for us, not when we didn't know how we got here or why.
"How would you know anything about any of this?" Mikaela asked. Sam nodded in agreement and I remembered something I had gotten from Ben as a present a few years back when the movie had been released. I took a hold of the chain around my neck that was under my leather jacket and yanked out the dog tags I always wore. My codename was on them along with the Autobot symbol. I showed them the necklace and watched in amusement as the two teens looked at us with shock, curiosity and suspicion.
I couldn't blame for the later.
"We side with the Autobots. We'll be staying out of the way, though I can't promise not beating the slag out any more S7 agents." My gaze travelled to Sam and Mikaela as I said the young Autobots name. "Bumblebee will be alright, don't you two worry. That little Autobot is a tough kid."
I looked at Ben and he nodded.
It's on like Donkey Kong.
I spotted Simmons and as I did so I could feel Ben put his hand on my shoulder to keep me from going after him. Simmons drew near and I smirked so evilly I could have probably beaten Megatron.
"You douches better not have scratched up my bike more than it was all ready or I'll be standing on your god damned bodies at the end of the day. Oh, and Sam wants to talk to you by the way." I said and as I walked by with Ben as the Simmons face turned very pale. I mentally groaned at the thought of someone scratching my bike.
I had gotten lucky with a family friend offering to repaint it! Now it was scratched who knows how bad… Fraggit.
We drew closer to the soldiers and I knew instantly they were staring, though I can't really blame them. I probably look just as shitty as Ben with half the dried blood on my face cleaned off. I probably had a rather nice pair of bruises on my jaw and forehead too.
"Nous devons ressembler à une paire de combattants de la fosse. (We must look like a pair of pit fighters.) Ben's teeth clicked together in a 'tsk' as he pulled a bandana out of his back pocket and wiped his face. The men couldn't understand Fig so why would they understand us? I laughed and I could see the smile on his face.
"Je suis sûr que nous faisons. Il est pas très souvent que vous voyez les enfants la moitié battus." (I'm sure we do. It's not often you see children half beaten.) I replied with before giving the group a small smile and swapped back to English.
"You know, you lot stare at us like we picked a fight with a tank." I said to them. They seemed a little confused at the sight of us. My tags were still out and my leather jacket was still on in the blazing hot sun but at least it was open. I was dying in this heat but I refused to take my jacket off, I was not going to lose it.
"You're the guys from Qatar right? I'm sorry to hear about what happened over there. Decepticons can be right bastards." Lennox looked confused as did a few of the other soldiers.
"Decepticons? What is a Decepticon?" Epps asked with a frown as Ben passed his bandana over to me.
"Evil son of a bitches, that's who." Ben growled as he looked at my failed attempts to clean up the blood I couldn't really feel on my face. "Dimwit give me that."
"And how would know that?" I jumped, bumping into Ben who had to right me from falling over as my neck turned to look at Defense Secretary Keller who stood behind us.
"Meh, we just know stuff. Trust me half the shit we know is more than enough to get us killed. Now if you will excuse us we have to go figure out where they put our bikes and our collection of fireworks that are stored aboard them." Ben said for me whipping the blood off my face before walking away in exasperation. "I wonder where we could find some food. I'm starving."
They all seemed perplexed at the fireworks comment but otherwise turned their attention to me.
"We're going to need those damned fireworks later. This will be spectacular!" I giggled, waving good-bye to them before bouncing after my best friend.
We walked away just as we were all rounded up again and taken into see Megatron. Ben made very vocal comments about how these secret agents were like trained dogs. A few soldiers even piped in about how they were more like yappy Chihuahua's.
"Now you've all been in contact with NBE's." Banacheck said and I could just see the questions before Epps could even ask so I clarified.
"It stands for Non-Biological Extra-Terrestrials, everybody has to have their acronyms I suppose." As eyes turned to me and Ben I shrugged with a 'what?' face. I was playing with my dog tags as Ben sighed. I got smacked up the head a second later.
As Ben pulled out his dog tags from his riding jacket and I could see the recognition in Simmons and Banachecks eyes as they stared at the robotic faces outlined in black and filled in with red.
"Y-y-your wearing the s-s-symbols." Simmons stuttered out. Ben and I looked at each other with smirks before turning our attention back to the agents.
"You should have been more civilized to the aliens trying to save your world you fucking morons. Luckily for you they have an awesome leader who doesn't turn his back on people who need help." Ben said as I just nodded before I grinned.
"Oh, maybe we can join the Autobots. That would be fun!" I nearly squealed.
"You need to lay off the soda's before road trips. How many hours has it been and your still bouncing." Ben muttered. A perplexed look came over my face before I shrugged.
"I didn't have that many before we left Ben."
"You had ten soda's Morgan! Ten! I'm surprised you weren't as hyper as Nexus and Gamma do when they have that many!"
"Nexus and Gamma are pussy's who can't hold their caffeine." I retorted, thinking of the red haired brothers back home. "If I could blow up something for every scheme those two came up with when their hyper then I'd have already destroyed half the Earth. Oh, maybe we can talk them into replacing our fireworks!"
We moved past Banackeck and Simmons forms that were frozen in shock, and I muttered out loud enough for everyone else to hear.
"Though, I'd still love to get even with S7 for their slagging disregard to all living things. Maybe we should consult Sol on getting explosives for us." Ben just laughed as I lead the way to Megatron's hangar. As we walked in I did a low wolf whistle. He was fucking huge.
"Vous savez ce sentiment je reçois parfois? Le seul à faire des farces dangereuses? Je me sens très enclin à lâcher ce sentiment. " (You know that feeling I get sometimes? The one to do dangerous pranks? I'm feeling very inclined to let loose that feeling.) I said and Ben just face palmed. I snickered watching out of the corner of my eye as several of the people around us looked confused. I didn't pay much attention to it though. It wasn't all that strange to see people around me confused.
"Only you could wish to piss him off!" Ben hissed, jabbing his finger in Megatrons direction, and as such I just shrugged. Ben face palmed again while I looked at the Decepticon leader.
"Remind me again why I'm your friend Morgan?" Ben asked as I smirked up at Megatron.
"Come on Ben! You're not really living till you have royal pissed off a Decepticon! Besides I can already imagine Megatron, leader of the ruthless Decepticons covered in pink paint with flowers on his armour, oh wait he can hear us can't he? Oh well big guy, you lucky I don't have my paint cans on me today." Ben face palmed yet again and I could see Sam and Mikaela looking at me in disbelief. I turned on them and asked innocently.
"Hey, I know you guys must have been thinking the same thing. Paint the harbinger of death a bright neon pink to make him look less… Deadly." Sam just shook his head as he looked at Ben.
"Is she always this care free when seeing thing that could easily squish her?" He asked. Ben groaned with a nod and said.
"In all my years of knowing this crazy bitch, I should have known she wanted to paint Megatron pink. And I have to say he's luck she didn't bring a wrench-" Ben was cut off as we both froze dead.
I'd heard a noise that sounded a hell of a lot like Bumblebee being tortured. Our heads swivelled in the direction and I could tell no one else could hear what we had. Ignored that though for a more important task.
With a roar of fury, I threw myself at Simmons, knocking him to the ground as I continued to hear the pained sounds of the young scout.
"Where is Bumblebee you glitched slagger!? Where is the yellow Camaro!?" I roared as I stood over him. Guns were pulled on me as I glared down at the cowering man at my feet.
"Its confiscated." He said with as much bravado as he could muster. I heard a snarl and Ben appeared at my side, groans echoing from around us.
"We didn't get stuck in this god forsaken dimension just to hear the youngest Cybertronian in pain! We'd rather be in our own dimension, not listening to your sorry ass saying what we didn't want to hear!" Ben snarled out.
"You're shit is ridicules! For a guy who's fascinated by aliens I'd think you want to be their friends rather than their enemies! I sure as Pit love to call a Cybertronian a friend!" To say I was pissed was an understatement, but as the noises stopped Ben and I both froze.
"I fragging hate my race!" I yelled before bolting down the hall in the direction we heard the sounds coming from. We knew Bee didn't die in the movie, but we were here and we tried to save him at the bridge. The only though going through my mind was.
Have we just condoned the youngest Cybertronian to death by just being here?
Rewritten on February 10, 2016.