When she awoke, she found that she was lying on a cot, in a strange building with lots of tools. The place felt a lot like Doc's clinic, except there were no lifts. There were windows, at what she guessed were the doors, and she spotted a familiar face peeking in at her. The one called 'Bumblebee'. He spotted her watching, and waved a hand. She hesitated, then lifted a hand and curled her fingers slightly, waving back. "Who is that…" Foxy jumped as a voice came from farther on her right, followed by a sigh. "You're awake." She instantly shriveled in on herself, seeing the large robot watching her. "You shouldn't move very much. You've got three ribs that are broken, along with a broken ankle and multiple lacerations." Foxy watched as this robot set a tray down with food, and instantly began watching it, sure that it was for someone else. "Is this not what you eat?" "I-I-I-" She couldn't seem to find her voice, and froze as this robot was scanning her at once. "My scan indicates that you eat things like these, and that your vocal processors are not malfunctioning, why are you not eating?" The voice had softened, and was now confused. Foxy slowly reached out a hand, but pulled it back quickly, watching this new robot warily. Was he going to hurt her, like Barricade and the others had, taunting her with food? She watched as the robot looked towards the door, where Bumblebee was still watching. 'Bee, get in here. See if you can get her to eat.' 'Sure thing, Ratchet.' Foxy heard that familiar reply, and watched as Bumblebee entered the area. The one she guessed was called Ratchet left, leaving her and Bumblebee alone.
"What do humans normally eat?" "We-We eat stuff like this, I-I think. I've never seen this kind of food before…" She held up the reddish-pink colored object, comparing it to the size of an orange, maybe a little smaller. She sighed, then set the pomegranate down, picking up an orange from the pile. It seemed to be an all-fruit pile, and she began peeling her choice, flinching slightly as Bumblebee sat down with a thud. Her dark green eyes on him, she began biting into the juicy fruit, and had soon finished it, reaching for a banana. She peeled that too, and it was gone at once. She picked her way through the pile of fruit, deciding what to take next, until her eyes settled on a large green apple. Her eyes widened at the sight of it, remembering the town, and the others.
She didn't even realize when tears began to travel down her face, at least not until there was something large brushing them away. She flinched backwards, only to find Bumblebee, a hand outstretched, obviously in the process of trying to make her feel better. She watched as he slowly retracted his hand, but held out her own. "It's-It's all right. You just scared me." She whispered, and tried to move herself closer to the large robot. There was another giant finger at her cheeks, brushing the remainder of her tears away, then it moved up to her hair, and began petting it gently. She leaned into the comforting appendage, her eyes still wet. "You haven't met the others yet, have you?" She shook her head, her expression turning fearful again, her eyes darting from him to the floor worriedly. "They're kind. I promise." "Are you sure?" The large robot nodded, and she shook like a leaf, drawing away. The comforting, oversized finger was at her hair again, then before she knew what was happening, Bumblebee was radioing the one who had been in here before, Ratchet. 'Is she able to meet the others?' 'Yes, but only for a little while, Bee. She really isn't in any condition to be moving.' 'Thanks, Ratchet.' Bumblebee signed off on the radio, then outstretched a hand towards her slowly, as though unsure how she would react.
He held eye-to-optic contact the entire time as he gingerly scooped her up in a hand, then brought her up to his optic level. Her eyes danced across his face and armor warily from her spot in his arms, cradled like an infant, her head resting higher up, closer to his shoulders. He pulled her in closer to his face and nuzzled her gently, watching as she seemed to relax and lean into the nuzzling gratefully. The two exited the room afterwards, Bumblebee still carrying her.
"Ey, whatchu got there, Bee?" "The human, Jazz." "Lemme see, lemme see!" Foxy felt Bumblebee's fingers trying to adjust her position, and she rotated around, only to face a silver robot with a visor. She inhaled sharply and froze, unable to stop her quivering. There was a comforting finger petting her head again, but it was the other robot's. "If you go like this, she relaxes. Watch, Jazz." There was the familiar nuzzling again, at her back, and she sank back down with a sigh, leaning back against what she knew was Bumblebee. "Ey, that's pretty cool. Lemme try." Before she knew what was happening, she was in the other robot's grasp, and being nuzzled gently. She slowly let her stiff posture droop, watching this new robot anxiously. "Bee, I thought I told you-" "She's safe. We're holding her." "Did you get her to eat, at least?" Bee nodded, and she flinched as she felt something brush up against her hair. "You're okay. It's just Ratchet." The voice of the only robot she trusted at this point sounded, then she was back in his familiar grip. She was quivering slightly, and she felt herself being drawn to the chest plate of his armor, which happened to be the front bumper of the Camaro he had taken as his car form. She uttered a large, relieved sigh, and snuggled against the left half of the bumper.
There was a finger petting her hair again, although she couldn't tell whose it was because she was pressed against Bumblebee's armor with his hand, which obscured her vision of the others. "She's… not fully recharged, and… lonely." She was in fact lonely, and extremely tired, and was also grateful to Bumblebee and these robots for rescuing her from the 'Cons. She felt the large finger at her hair leave, then she looked up to find Bumblebee, staring down at her. "Why are you lonely?" "Megatron, Barricade, and-" She paused, trying to think. "Starscream?" She nodded. "Starscream. Those three came to my old home, and said that they were there to get rid of me. That some cars had said I was a nuisance, and needed to be taken away." "Don't listen to Megatron. He's extremely wrong." The finger was back at her hair, and she was comforted by its rhythmic, gentle petting.
She continued explaining, and by the end of her tale, the other robots she had glimpsed that night had come over to listen. "Megatron stole ya? That just ain't right!" The silver robot, Jazz, exclaimed. "This is troubling. If Megatron has stolen you, you must be of some importance to him. Which means that you will also be important to us, and will need to stay here." The largest robot there, Optimus, still scared her a little, but she was able to fight it at that point, knowing that she was safe in Bee's grasp. "Does that mean I can't go home for a long time?" "Unfortunately, yes." "You can stay with me!" There was Bee's excited proclamation, and laughter from the other robots, at least all the others except the one she was learning was Ratchet. "She's still got three broken ribs, and a broken ankle. She's not going anywhere but back into the med bay." There was a sigh from Bumblebee, then a finger petting her hair again. Right now, all she wanted to do was sleep, since she hadn't gotten much of that at the 'Con's hideout. They had always been loud, and rude, and would throw things her way that would wake her up. So, without a second thought, she curled up in Bumblebee's grasp, facing the front bumper of his Camaro armor. She felt her eyelids droop, and heard one of the others ask what was wrong worriedly. "She's going into recharge, Jazz. She's fine." After that, there was the peaceful silence, save for the petting at her hair.
She allowed herself to sink into a comfortable, lengthy six-hour nap, the only sound of something whirring dragging her eyelids up. "Hmm?" "You're fully recharged now?" She nodded without thinking, then yawned widely, her bottom jaw not closing as something gently pressed against it. "Huu?" She mumbled, and saw a blue optic. "What are these back here?" She tried to mumble something out, but couldn't get very far with Bumblebee holding her jaw open. Abruptly, he let it go, and she yawned again. "My teeth?" The large robot shook his head. "What's behind my teeth?" "Affirmative." "They're bars. They keep my teeth in place." She replied lightly, going into a stretch. Her back arched forwards, bringing her head back as something rubbed along her back gently. "You're all right. It was only me." She sighed, and relaxed once more. The gentle rubbing returned to her back, and she gingerly lowered herself onto the side with her unbroken ribs, curling up in his grasp with another quiet sigh. "You're still lonely?" "A little." She replied softly, and was brought up towards the robot's face, earning another nuzzle. She smiled and leaned into him. "You are happy now?" "For the moment." She replied, and heard a soft, happy humming, almost like a real bumblebee. 'Perhaps that's why he's called Bumblebee.' She told herself, and yawned again, her eyelids drooping. "Are you not fully recharged?" "Is that the same as 'Are you not awake yet?'" She mumbled, curling into the chest plate of his armor. "Affirmative." "Then yeah, I'm not fully recharged yet." She made herself more comfortable, and felt the arm that was cupping her raise her. Her eyes opened, and they found Bumblebee's optics staring back at her. "You've been in recharge for a long amount of time." He was nuzzling her again, but she didn't mind in the slightest. "I didn't get much time to recharge at Megatron's lair." She felt him lowering her again, and she was back against his chest plate. She curled into it gratefully, feeling his thumb petting down her hair gently. That was the last thing she remembered before her mind drifted peacefully away into the darkness of sleep.
She felt herself being shifted slightly, then there was an angry shout. That was what woke her, and she sat up abruptly, her eyes wide, her hair completely scruffed up on one side from lying against Bee's chest plate. She looked around for the source of the noise, and spotted it, down on the ground. "Bee, she isn't a pet! Put her down!" "She is mine. She has accepted me." At once, the hand her feet were cupped in was brought closer to his chest plate with the arm she was lying against, along with the other hand coming up to block her from view, almost as though he were… protecting her? "Bee, look. I know you like her, but she isn't a pet! She's like me, okay? So put her down!" "She can't walk, Captain." With that, Foxy felt Bumblebee begin walking, to where she didn't know. She soon found out that he was taking her back to the medic's tent, and he set her gingerly on a cot. She looked up at him from around her bangs, still confused as to what was going on. She saw one of his fingers heading for her face, and she instinctively flinched backwards. "You're all right." Came his response, and using the finger, he gently brushed her bangs out of her face.
"Bee! I've still got a bone to pick with you!" Foxy watched as Bee sighed, then stroked her hair with a finger before heading out of the medic's tent. "I don't care if she can't walk right now, what're you going to do when she's better? Keep her?" Foxy heard Bumblebee's reply, and sighed, knowing who they were fighting over. "Bee, she's got a family, she needs to go home afterwards! After this is all over, she's going to want to, because that's where she belongs." "The girl does not live with humans, Sam. She told us she is from a place where vehicles have optics and are fully functional." "So from your world? This is just great! What is she, one of those Decepticon things that can project a human image?" "She is human, but she is not from this planet, at least not the human one." "Now there's another Earth?! Optimus, this is insane! She's clearly a hobo or something, that wandered into a trap of Megatron's! She shouldn't be here! This place is top secret!" "Yo, chillax, dude. Bossbot and Bee are right. We couldn't just leave 'er there!" "Where?" "She was caged, in a back room in Megatron's lair, Sam." "What was she doing there?!" "We're sure that she is of some importance to Megatron." "But you don't know what yet." "That is correct." "He really didn't want her escapin', dudes. Her ankle's broke pretty good, Ratch says." "Along with three of her ribs. He wanted to make sure she didn't get very far." "Fine. She'll stay here until the mission's over. But that's it. No longer."
The door opened to the medic tent, and in walked another human, presumably the one she had heard yelling. She shrank back away from him, her bangs falling over her face to hide her eyes. She was only slightly comforted by the sight of Bumblebee coming into the tent as well. "She's fearful because of Megatron and Barricade attacking her." "Then how'd you make friends with her so fast?" She guessed that this was Sam, and instantly decided that he was very demanding, talked extremely rapidly when he was upset, and that she didn't think very much of him. Bumblebee scooped her up into his grasp and she sat down, curling up against his chest plate and peering down at Sam, her hair still hanging in her eyes. "She trusts me, Sam." "Can she talk? Please tell me that you picked up a human from another planet that can talk." "She can talk, although she's...afraid." "Afraid? Bee, what's she afraid of? How's she afraid? She's sitting there perfectly fine!" Bee lowered her towards the boy, and the two watched as she began to shake, drawing away from Sam and into Bee's chest plate. "She is afraid because she doesn't know." Bumblebee lifted her back up again, and nuzzled into her hair, comforting her. Sam sighed. "Bee, just promise me you won't get too attached to her? Otherwise, this is going to be a nightmare." Bee shook his head, and Sam's jaw dropped. "Bee, why not?!" "I've already become attached, Sam." There was another sigh from the human on the floor, and a hand passed through his hair. "Bee, this isn't a good idea. She needs to go back to wherever her home is."
Foxy remained silent the rest of the time that Sam was there, despite the robots' (or 'Autobots' as she had learned they were called) worry. Bumblebee had asked her if she was all right, and she had nodded, her eyes watching Sam from behind her bangs warily. The moment he was out the door, Foxy was able to relax. "Sam isn't like Megatron. He's different." "He-He seems all right, but does he always yell?" "He prefers his voice be louder then those around him." Ratchet replied with a sigh. "Why doesn't he want me here? Is he afraid that I'm going to keep Bee all to myself?" "This is a top secret facility, only cleared humans are allowed in. Sam happens to be one of those humans." "Oh… So I'm not cleared?" Bee shook his head, and Foxy bit her lip. "What's going to happen? Are they going to throw me out of here?" Bee could tell that she was worried, and nuzzled her. "As long as you are under our care, they will not remove you." She nodded, and peeked around Bumblebee's armor at the rest of the Autobots.
"Now what do we do?" Her voice was small and timid, as though she'd go back into hiding at the drop of a hat. "Bumblebee is the only one to have learned your designation, and you only know his, for certain." "I'm Foxy." She replied quietly, earning another finger petting from Bee. "I'm Jazz, homie. How's it hangin'?" The first robot she had 'officially' met outside the tent replied cockily, striking a pose and flashing a grin. "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots." The giant Autobot replied, the one that had handed her over to Bee when she was first discovered. "I'm Ratchet, CMO." Foxy turned to Ratchet, finding his response somewhat flat, but then she realized that she had already met him. He was the one that had passed her the tray of food. "Ironhide, weapons specialist." The other Autobot replied in a growl, a cannon replacing a hand, and Foxy quickly paled. He looked strong, almost as though he could rip a normal car in half without trying. Not only that, but he was in charge of the weaponry? She felt a gently-curling fist being wrapped around her middle gently, and her eyes widened in shock as Bee lifted her up to his optic level. "You're afraid. Why?" "N-N-No reason." She whimpered quietly, beginning to quiver. There was a finger against her hair again, but it wasn't Bee's normal, gentle petting. It was slightly more rough, and choppy. Her head lowered every time she felt them petting her, until she was nearly hidden by her own shoulders. "She's extremely reactive to touch, Ratchet. Could that be from something Megatron has done?" "Certainly, Optimus. She was caged in a room full of things that were being thrown at her previously."
Bumblebee opened his fist, and she curled up against his chest plate again, wanting comfort. His fingers curled around her bad foot gingerly, creating a sort of 'hammock' for her. She looked out at the others, settled low in Bumblebee's grasp, trying to get their names correct in her head. 'Ratchet is the medic. Optimus Prime is the leader, the tallest one here. Jazz is the silvery-colored one. Then Ironhide is… that one.' Something caught her attention at the front of the hangar, and she saw an ice cream truck, two different voices emanating from it! She watched in surprise as it broke apart, then transformed into two different robots, each arguing with the other. Loudly. Despite their loud voices, she found she was intrigued, and watched as one scanned a green car, then the other scanned a red car, raising herself slightly to watch. "These are Skidz and Mudflap." Optimus replied. Foxy looked over at him, then nodded. "What's goin' down? Some meetin' or somethin'?" "Bumblebee has made an acquaintance with a human, and she's extremely skittish." "Another one? Oh, brother! This whole island's full of 'em! I'll be happy if this one stays outta my way!" "Wheelie. Reformed Decepticon." "Where is the sad sack?" "Bee." Foxy felt Bumblebee slowly opening his grasp, and poked her head above his armor again, just enough so the others could see her dark green eyes. He shuffled her to one arm, then lowered the other for Wheelie. "She looks just like that other one! Only shorter, and different colored fur." "Hair, dude." "Whatever." The little 'bot jumped into Bee's hand, and studied Foxy carefully. "Good job, Bee. She's more of a warrior goddess then that last broad." Bee raised him up with his other hand, his face shield going down. "She isn't one of those!" "Sure, sure, whatever you say. She still looks like a Warrior Goddess."
Bee set Wheelie down and headed back for the medic's tent, carrying Foxy tighter to his chest plate protectively. "Bee?" Foxy asked softly, cringing as Bee sat down on the floor and pulled her in closer to his face to nuzzle her, his face shield going back up. "Foxy?" "Are you all right? I'm sure he didn't mean it. He seems like… well… like he hides compliments somewhere in all that vulgarity." She replied softly, setting the side of her head on his. "The last one? What does that mean though?" "Sam had another human girl here. She brought Wheelie here." "So that's what he meant by 'another one'? But he also said that she was a warrior goddess. That means…" "Appealing to the optics." "Oh." Foxy replied, finding that Wheelie had also called her the same thing.
"Ey, dude! Where's this human Jazz was talkin' about?" "Yeah, let's see it!" Bumblebee lifted Foxy up, and she stiffened as she was grasped by Skidz, the green one. "Ey, lookit her hair, dude! It matches you!" Skidz passed her over to Mudflap, who caught her safely in a hand, not hearing her scream. The two began arguing with her in their grasp, Mudflap saying that she didn't match him, Skidz saying that she did. They began shoving one another to get their point across, Foxy still held tightly in Mudflap's hand. Abruptly, Bee pushed between the two of them and pulled Foxy back, clutching her to his chest armor gently, his face shield down. "Ey, what gives, dude?" "She's afraid, and not used to being handled roughly." Bee replied in a growl. The two Autobots considered snatching her back, pausing in their argument. Did they really want to incur the fury of a human-protecting scout that had near-perfect accuracy? Making their decision, the two shook their heads and stalked off, still arguing. "Are you all right?" "I'm okay, Bee. Thanks." She gave him a shaky smile, and he nuzzled her again, making that quiet humming noise again.
For the rest of the week, Bee and Foxy were rarely separated, always found together, even after she had fallen asleep. He would take her back to the med bay when she started yawning, and within ten minutes she would be asleep, curled up against his chest plate as he cupped her bad foot gingerly in a hand. After he was sure she was asleep, he'd gingerly set her on a cot, then go to his own designated recharging place. Foxy couldn't believe how gentle he was, despite him being large enough to squash her if he wasn't careful. Barricade had been the same height, but had enjoyed causing her pain. Not Bumblebee. He was almost too gentle with her, as though expecting her to break into pieces of he held her the wrong way. He certainly didn't trust any of the others to hold her after the Mudflap-Skidz incident, although allowed Jazz to discuss music with her after the two learned that she liked many different types.
Ratchet was growing familiar with rarely hearing from the girl, as she still would only speak to Jazz or Bumblebee, and occasionally Optimus when necessary. He tried coaxing her into speaking, with little to no success. Quiet, minimum-word answers were what he received, other then thanks for the fruit assortment. For Foxy's credit, she was slowly beginning to trust the other Autobots, starting with Jazz and Optimus. The silver 'Bot seemed to have found the key to unlocking her tongue, simply by entering the med bay one morning bobbing in time to a beat pouring out of his speakers at a low volume.
Foxy was roused by the sound of a song she'd never heard before, and wasn't sure she liked. The sound was growing louder as it neared the med bay, and she could only blink and begin to draw away as the silver robot named Jazz entered, his entire form bobbing to the music. He appeared to be on a mission, as he only spared her a grin before going about whatever it was he was doing. He turned away from her, obviously looking for something among the numerous tools on the desk. The music changed, and this time it was cranked louder, making Foxy cringe. It was definitely a song she didn't like, 'Temperature' by Sean Paul. Without realizing what she was doing, she snapped at him to shut the horrible excuse for music off. His back was to her, and she was sure she'd be dead when she saw him straighten. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean it, don't squish me, I never meant it!" She curled up in a pathetic attempt to protect herself, looking around frantically for anything to use as a shield, however ineffective it would be.
He turned around, his expression unreadable due to his visor. She tried curling up in a tighter ball, beginning to shake, refusing to look up. She sensed him moving closer and her shaking grew worse as she tried to will herself to move. Her still-mending ribs were aching slightly, and her ankle was at a slightly higher level of pain, although she knew the pain she'd receive would be far worse. She began skittering backwards, looking a little like a hermit crab, keeping her head down and her nearly-skeletal form low in submission.
There was a large hand set directly behind her, and she changed her course, not wanting to be near this robot in any way. He'd even shut the music off, and she knew it was because of what she'd said. She continued scrambling away from the hands that were brought up to block her exit, her ankle and ribs in a fair amount of pain. Was this her punishment? Him simply blocking her off from escape while she tried to flee and injure herself? It was a good way to do so, and to her horror the hands were slowly closing in on her, sending her scurrying back to the center of the cot. They continued closing until they formed a pen, and she curled up directly in the center of it, her shaking growing more and more obvious as she tried to hide her ankle, which was throbbing at this point. His right thumb moved towards her, and she scrambled backwards, looking like a gangly newborn foal getting used to its legs. As the object hovered over her head she flinched, nearly diving lower to the cot in an attempt to avoid what she was sure was a swift beating.
Jazz, feeling particularly bold that day, decided that since Hatchet was in a meeting, he'd hide the medic's wrenches, just for laughs. He already had the perfect hiding spot picked out, and he wasn't telling. Like the music-loving mech that he was, he decided that what the heist needed was some tunes, and promptly began playing the Cupid Shuffle, enjoying the beat. He sauntered his way across the hangar, under the premise of going to see if Ratchet was in the med bay, completely calm and collected as was his usual. He entered the tent, and his optics caught on the sight of the human. She was huddled in her normal protective position, and her eyes were the normal fearful green they'd been ever since she'd arrived. Attempting to ease the obviously-unsettled human, he gave her a grin and continued on his way, having discovered that she calmed down more quickly when they didn't pay any mind to her. He began looking across the desk, trying to pinpoint The Hatchet's favorite wrench, which was coincidentally (or not) the largest wrench in the collection.
The Cupid Shuffle swapped to one of his oldie-but-goodie favorites, Temperature. He could definitely pull off the heist with Sean Paul. He cranked it a bit louder, mindful of the human he was sure was watching his every move. Just when he thought he'd located the wrench, a voice spoke up from behind him, saying that the song was 'a horrible excuse for music'. The thought that the voice could've belonged to the beaten human never crossed his processor. He automatically assumed it was one of Ratchet's human medics, a 'mechanic' if he had it correct, and straightened, preparing to see a human running to go tell Ratchet. What he found surprised him.
The med bay was empty other then the little human femme. A whimpered, frantic string of words soon reached his audios, among them her begging to not be squished. The terrified tone of her voice again reminded him of why she was there in the first place, and his optics darkened in a glare behind his visor after he turned off Sean Paul. He turned around, fully prepared to tell her that he wouldn't think of hurting her in a million vorns, although the sight that awaited him made him think twice about it. The human was quivering badly, and she refused to make any effort to look up, instead choosing to shy away. Her entire form radiated a submissive vibe, and every line of the shaking human femme read 'I'll do whatever you want, just please don't kill me slowly.' He'd seen the same behavior with tortured mechs under Megatron's control, and he reminded himself that she had been tortured. The thought didn't make him feel any better, and he stepped towards her to assure her she'd be all right. He watched as she struggled to keep her shaking at bay long enough to try and get away, never once meeting his optics. He set a servo down behind her on the cot, trying to avoid her falling off the edge, and quickly repeated the action as she sidestepped along the cot, changing direction quickly. She was obviously in pain, and finding that she shied away from his servos led him to a plan.
He could try and corral her in the center of the cot using them, in the hopes that she'd stop running on her injured ankle. His plan figured out, he began easing them around her, trying not to startle her into jumping to the floor. It worked exactly as he had wanted, she was hurrying to where he wanted her to stay. Once, she panicked and tried to shoot for the gap between his claws, which he smoothly closed off and continued encircling her. Seeing that she'd most likely make a run for it once he removed his servos, he kept them where they were, watching as she only seemed to grow more fearful, even to the point of hiding her injured limb underneath her non-substantial frame, as though to protect it.
In an effort to reassure her, he extended a thumb, trying to pet her as Bumblebee had done. It backfired horribly, the human reeling away from it as though it were poisonous, falling all over herself in an effort to get away. She still hadn't held eye-to-optic contact for any length of time, instead choosing to look off to the sides or at the doors as though to will herself into making her escape. He figured that perhaps she'd get used to the close proximity, and shifted the digit, going to run it along her back. Furthering the outwards appearance of a tortured mech, she flinched away from it, even when it stopped, her eyes darting around wildly, settling on everything except him.
Foxy was sure that every moment that passed would be her last, and hadn't even noticed that the hands shifted around her as he lowered to look at her more closely. "Why d'ya say that?" She flinched again, her eyes shut against the dizzying trails they were trying to carve in the walls around her. Abruptly, the hands began moving towards her again, the bottoms curling towards her. She absolutely froze up, unable to move even if she tried. She did nothing but shake as the hands cupped her and lifted her off the cot, bringing her level with the visor. This was not okay, this was not Bumblebee, she was in no way safe. She was as helpless as a fainting goat, completely unable to move other then her shaking. "What kinda tunes you listen to?" She registered that he was talking, although to whom she was unsure. There was a pause, then a gentle tapping on the top of her head that made her flinch. "Whatchu listen to, homes?" That made her glance up, uncertain about why he was asking a seemingly random question. "C'mon, ya gotta back that claim up. First human I ever met that don't like Sean." His tone was jestful, as though they were having a lighthearted conversation, and she glanced up at him again, only to blink.
The intimidating visor was gone, revealing an intriguing shade of blue. Despite her uneasiness, the sight had knocked a bit more sense into her, and she was able to reply with 'Lots of stuff.' "You ain't gonna make this easy." With that, he began playing a song she knew well, and liked. Lou Bega's 'Mambo Mambo'. She blinked in surprise, and slowly allowed herself to peer up at him warily from around her hair. His optics only stared calmly back, head tilted slightly as though gauging her reaction. She was the first to break eye contact, her gaze sweeping from side to side, taking in the location of his thumbs and claws. The familiar song began to ease her down from her fear-induced panic attack, and she was left slightly curious, although still tremendously wary.
There was something moving at her spine, and she stiffened instantly, straightening up and away from whatever it was. "It's all good, nothin' ta worry 'bout." The movement was back although this time she remained where she was, trying to figure out what it was. It was rapidly pattering against her spine, the sensation barely there. As she kept her focus on the goings-on behind her, she realized that the pattering was following the beat of the song. An image of Jazz tapping the digits on an overly-large table crossed her mind, and a small smile invaded her wary expression. Feeling especially bold in the aftereffects of the image, she looked up to find him watching her still.
It took her a moment to gather her thoughts, although when she did it was something she honestly wanted to know. "What kind of music do you listen to?" That earned her a laugh and the robot sitting down in a chair at the desk. She glanced back to see that he'd even kicked his feet up on the tabletop, and returned her attention to him as he began listing the genres he enjoyed. Finding that he was sociable and had taken a liking to her, she listed hers softly, not realizing when Bumblebee came in to take her from Jazz.
Even though she didn't feel it necessary any longer to try and disappear every time they looked at her, she still only held complete trust in Bumblebee. In fact, the two were seen together more often then they were apart, with Bee often taking Foxy out riding around the island, showing her the different hangars and human-oriented areas. Jazz was found with the two of them as well, even entering the med bay for a chat with her about music from time to time. She discovered that he would play anything, even if it was something he didn't particularly like, if only to appease those around him. She found that he was like Bee, although different.
Where Bumblebee was more ready-for-fun with her, Jazz was more laid-back, oftentimes holding her while he reclined against one of the cots designed for his kind. She learned that his favorite genres were rap, newer pop, or anything with a good beat, something that she shared an interest in. The two were found more then once by Ratchet, jamming out to something in the medbay. When the medic kicked Jazz out of the medbay, Foxy was always hidden in the clawed digits belonging to the silver mech, and would escape the medbay without Ratchet attempting to get her back. He'd tried only once, and she'd climbed up Jazz's right arm so fast even Jazz had no idea how to respond.
She'd hidden herself behind the silver helmet, watching Ratchet warily as Jazz tried coaxing her to at least sit on his shoulder. She wouldn't move, feeling safer with both in her field of vision, and perched on a mech she'd had numerous positive interactions with. She was trying not to look down, although it was extremely difficult, and the second she did she froze up, unable to look away from the floor that seemed to be getting farther and farther away.
Ratchet caught sight of her and risked sending a comlink to Jazz to tell him she'd stopped moving and would more then likely fall if he didn't catch her at that moment. Jazz's left servo wound around, and not a moment too soon. Her grip slipped, and there was nothing but a quiet gasp from her. She dropped a few feet into his servo, both mechs sighing in relief as Jazz brought her back around to find her already curling herself into a protective ball. "Stop that. You'll injure your ribs further." When she didn't listen, Jazz lightly tapped her with a claw, prompting the human armadillo to unroll. She was left watching the both of them warily, Ratchet slightly moreso.
There was absolute silence between the three for a minute, then she began trying to make her way to her hiding spot again. Jazz scooped her up in his left servo and cupped her with the other, sniggering as her red-and-yellow hair popped up from between his thumbs. "She's like a petro-rabbit, only… tamer." Jazz laughed his agreement, then began running a claw over her hair gently, forgetting for the moment that she didn't like fingers being hovered over her. The initial flinch and cower had Ratchet glowering at Jazz, who stopped quickly, looking sheepish. Her head returned again, watching the both of them carefully before settling against Jazz's chest plate, as she did so many times to Bumblebee. Again, a claw ran gingerly down her hair without Jazz realizing, and Ratchet blinked at a quiet, almost inaudible sigh from the human. Jazz had heard the sound as well, and smirked at the medic before leaving the medbay, the human still clutched in the palm of his servo.
Awww, I love that last scene. ^^ Foxy is officially under Autobot jurisdiction! And I just used a big word! :D I learned that from Law and Order. XD I don't own Transformers, although I do have a Bumblebee figure...^^ It's so cute!