A/N: Okay... I got a new one for you all! Wow, that took awhile.
Disclaimer: X marks mine, Archie too. The others I just borrowed.
"Mom! Dad! I'm heading out!"
"Sammy, wait! Where are you going?"
"To the lake! Miles and I are attending a party." Sam happily threw his keys in the air. Man, isn't it great to have his own car.
"Sam! Sam! How many times do I have to tell you? Watch the grass."
"It's family grass, dad."
"That's why I made a path. I made a path so that no one ruins the grass."
"It's just grass, dad!"
"Once you get your own lawn, you'll understand now—"
"Once your family starts fighting over something like grass, you know you've gone way past the deep end." Xander sighed, watching the scene unfold before him while he messed with Ron's broken lawnmower.
The thing was ancient, rust eating at parts he didn't know still existed. The whole thing was bulky and loud as a train whenever his Uncle used it to mow the lawn. He wondered if he should just put the thing out of its misery permanently, to urge his uncle to buy a new one.
"But that's his bling, Sammy. Isn't that right, my little Mojo?" The small dog gave a yip from his little house.
"He has enough issues being a Chihuahua, Mom."
Using his good hand, Xander reached into the machine's engine. The toolbox beside him was merely just for show as he used his powers to assess the damage. This thing was worse off than he thought; mentally tightening some lose bolts and realigning the mower's broken parts and loose wires, he wondered when did the poor thing had its last oil change.
"I'm going now!" He absently waved to his leaving cousin, eyes focused on restoring the run down engine.
"Sammy, wait a minute!"
"Yeah, Mom?" Sam sighed, getting very impatient to drive off and party with his new car.
"Why don't you take your cousin with you?"
"What?!" The statement came out of the blue so suddenly that Xander's control slipped.
"But, mom… X and Miles don't really—"
"Samuel James Witwicky, don't you dare—"
The battery sizzled and cracked under the sudden onslaught of power which caused the teenager jump back when the lawnmower suddenly revved to life. It raced across the lawn, pulverising any unfortunate plant that blocked its way leaving a small path destruction in its wake. The run-away contraption came to a stop in the middle of the road before getting run over by a passing car.
"Sorry, my bad… At least it made a new path."
"T-The grass… My lawn." Ron stammered; horrified eyes tracing the uneven cut path of grass that looped all over their backyard.
"I'm not that really fond of parties or people in general… But I think, I'll just go with Sam to buy a new lawnmower."
"You do that, dear." Xander raced down the cement path, though there was not much use going this way now was it?
Sam just watched; hand over his mouth, shaking with barely restraint laughter as his cousin slid through the open backseat door, to amused to notice the door opening by itself or the subtle vibrations that reverberated through the car's frame.
"Drive. Now." They sped off, laughter pouring freely out of the young Witwicky's mouth as they made their way down the road.
"Here we are," Sam said. The teenager smiling as he pulled up by the entrance to the nearest hardware store.
"Thanks…" X replied, silently getting out of the car.
"Take your time. I'll pick you up here in a couple of hours after the party. Think you can wait for me for that long?" Xander just smirked at him in reply.
"A Technopath in a hardware store? Don't worry; I believe I will be thoroughly entertained until you get back." He glided into the store, the front bell chiming forebodingly as he went in.
Metallic blue eyes scanned the shelves gleefully. Eyeing each piece of technology excitedly, it was like he was kid in a toy store. Xander smiled.
'Hmm… Maybe I can make Uncle Ron a new lawnmower instead.'
'5:35 pm'
"Where the hell is he?" Xander groaned, plopping down on the edge of the sidewalk.
The sun was setting steadily behind him and he glared at the heavy box of parts he was able to purchase before he was unceremoniously tossed out the hardware store doors for 'illegal testing of equipment.' That was two hours ago, it's been 5 hours since Sam had dropped him off and the sky was already turning dark.
"Rivox…" He sighed. "He forgot about me, didn't he?"
"Mr. Witwicky is currently in the house, sir," the A.I replied. Xander glanced at his beeping watch; he had reconfigured it to act as a direct link from Rivox's mainframe.
Instant internet access with state of the art hacking programs and not to mention your own personal butler waiting on your every beck and call in a little handy wrist watch… Yeah, beats hanging on to your cell phone all day risking your thumbs threw their little keypads.
"I knew it," Xander sighed. There was no way he could carry the box home. It weighed a ton and his hand was still busted up. It was frustrating enough too type one handed but being forgotten like this… Archie would have never done this...
"Rivox, find me a transport out of here."
"Of course, sir."
He brought his knees close, frowning at the cold feeling that seemed to wrap around his chest. He was always left alone, abandoned in his freezing cell. Everyone he met there never cared, with no parents, no identity, he was just an experiment. But then Archie found him… gave him a name, cared for him… Sometimes he wondered if it was best that he never entered this bright world. He was still too inexperienced, too out of control, too young… too dangerous.
"My, my, what do we have here?" Startled metallic blue eyes looked up to see bright canary yellow Camaro pull up on the street in front of him. "Aren't you just a poor lost little thing?"
Xander couldn't help but laugh. Here was a car more responsible than its driver. Bumblebee whirled happily seeing a smile appear on the gloomy human's face. He opened the front seat door for him invitingly.
"Honey, do you need a ride?"
"Sorry, my dad told me never to accept rides from strange driverless vehicles."
"I've been looking for a driver who is qualified
So if you think that you're the one step into my ride
I'm a fine-tuned supersonic speed machine
Got a sunroof top and a gangster lead." Xander laughed, watching the car bounce up and down excitedly on its wheels.
"Sorry, but I'm still under aged, can't drive yet, unfortunately. No cheating on my cousin, now. But thanks for coming for me." He gave the yellow hood an affectionate pat, jumping back when the touch gave him a small shock. Xander shook his sore hand. That felt… tingly.
"Sorry, are you okay?" X glanced worriedly at the shaking vehicle, was it just him or was the car shivering?
"I-I'm fine *cough* go on without me…"
"Ha, ha, ha. Who would have known a car could be such a drama queen."
"Ah, thank you! Thank you! You're too kind." There was a round of applause.
With great difficulty he was able to lift the heavy box and dumped it in the car's open truck. Wincing a bit at his carelessness, he murmured his apologies before sliding into the empty front seat. Xander watched, intrigued, as the car steered itself back and out into the open road.
"So… you sneaked out."
"Mwahahahahhha!"
"Did anything special happen to you and Sam today?"
"Well, she was just 17,
You know what I mean,
And the way she looked was way beyond compare~."
"So, Sammy finally found herself a girl?"
"Yup! And she was fine~."
"… Is that why he forgot about me?" Xander whispered. He nervously fiddled with his bandaged hand.
The silent radio explained to him more than words ever could and metallic blue eyes stared sadly out the tinted window. Bumblebee whirled silently; he didn't mean to make the human sad again, way to go…
The rest of the ride was quiet after that. Xander scolded himself; it wasn't such a big deal. Everyone at least had one experience of being forgotten and left behind, he was overreacting. But why does it still hurt? He wanted to groan out load and bang his head on any available hard surface… Dealing with emotions was never his forte.
"Honey! We're home!"
"Thank you, umm… You know, I never did ask if you had a name…"
"I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee
Won't my Mommy be so proud of me
I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee -
OUCH! It stung me!"
"Seriously? Bumblebee, that's your name?"
"Yes!—That's my name and don't wear it out."
"Ha… Thanks, bee." Xander reached out but thought better; instead he gave his new friend a bright smile.
He slid out of the car running to get the box out of the back trunk. Grunting a bit under the weight, he struggled but managed to carry it to the front porch. He looked back to see the old Camaro still sitting by the front road and quickly waved it away.
"Go on now, shoo. Get back in the garage." Bumblebee flashed his headlights at him before quietly making his way to the backyard.
Xander sighed, bending down to lift up the heavy box into his arms once again. With great difficulty he was able to get the front door open, he was about to challenge his greatest enemy 'the stairs' when the last person he wanted to see came walking out of the living room.
"X? Man, you wouldn't believe what just happened to me today—" Metallic blue fixed him with a cold hard glare and Sam paused realization smacking him hard in the face. "—Oh gosh, X. I'm so sorry. It was just—It was Mikaela, X! She's the I've had a crush on since, since forever. And I—"
"Save it."
"Here, let me help—"
"No, I'm fine." The box didn't seem so heavy anymore as he carried it up the stairs.
Slamming the door to his room shut behind him, he carelessly dropped his purchase to the floor. Metal parts were scattered everywhere but he didn't care. His hand was throbbing as he numbly turned to his computer, taking solace in the thrum of technology beneath his fingers.
Xander didn't know how long he sat there. Taking notes, researching, and modifying but he noticed that sometime late at night the garage door silently opened.
"Sir, the sentient car is leaving."
"I know that, Rivox."
"Should I stop him?"
"No, leave him be."
That's right, he told him to leave. It's dangerous, if both of them stayed in one place for too long. He made arrangements online through some of his 'connections' and was able to find an old busted up 1997 Black Chevy Camaro. He purchased it, planning to send it to one of his restoration friends in Vegas to repaint it before delivering to him an exact replica of bumblebee. Complete with black racing stripes…
Xander stood up deciding to get to work with Ron's new lawnmower. He felt the power lighting up his hands as he brought the needed parts closer to him. Emotions were such a hassle, being forgotten is nothing… Being abandoned was nothing new to him.
A/N: One review equals to 30 mins more on the comp. to write. Please! Help the needy!