As soon as her ankle and ribs had fully healed nearly three weeks later, she walked out the doors of Ratchet's tent, only to find Bee waiting for her, a hand already lowered. She gave him a smile, and he picked her up. She was giggling when he raised her to his face and nuzzled her, all the while making that humming, buzzing, chirping noise. The hand she was grasped in moved to his shoulder, and she looked at him curiously, unsure what he wanted. She soon figured it out, and scrambled onto his shoulder, then sat down. Bee nearly hopped to his feet, causing Foxy to grip onto whatever she could in alarm. She quickly recovered, and Bumblebee nearly ran across the hangar, Foxy laughing at his excitement. "She's mobile again, Jazz!" "Sweet! Whatchu wanna do, Bee?" "We could see which one of you can go the fastest around the island?" Foxy spoke up softly, shrinking down slightly, and one of Bee's fingers wagged scoldingly.
She had taken to lowering her entire posture out of submissive habit whenever one of the others reached over to Bee for her, or even spoke to her. She was talking freely to the rest of them though, even if her voice was still timid-sounding. Bee had been trying to teach her that none of them were going to harm her, with slight success. "Sounds crack-a-lackin', Little Bee." Jazz replied happily. He had named her 'Little Bee', since her and Bumblebee were inseparable. That and he'd caught her humming to 'Sweet Little Bumblebee' one morning in the med bay. Her bangs fell down over her eyes, but there was no hiding the smile that flew across her lips. She was grasped in one of Bee's hands and he reformed into a Camaro, Jazz turning into a Pontiac Solstice. The two cars sped out of the hangar, and began flying around the island, Foxy laughing delightedly from Bee's interior.
They continued this for nearly two hours, until Optimus ordered the three inside. "What's wrong, Optimus? Were we doing something wrong?" Foxy asked softly, sorrow and slight fear in her eyes. "You have done nothing wrong, but there had been Decepticon sightings recently, and you are not as safe out there as you are in here." "Oh. Where were they? Who were they?" "Barricade was sighted in Tucson, Arizona of your planet." "You-You mean-" He nodded, and Foxy shrank down in Bee's passenger seat, curling up and beginning to shake. "They're goners." She whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. She heard Bee transforming around her, and she soon found herself in his grasp. "Ey, I'm sure they'll be fine, Little Bee. He could just be makin' sure that you aren't there." "But he knows I'm not, he was one of the two Megatron used to capture me!" She shrilled, and Bee pulled her to his chest plate, attempting to comfort her. "I mean after that. He coulda gone back to that hideout we raided, and he wouldn't have seen ya in that cage, so maybe he got worried that ya found a way out." "And what happens when he doesn't find me there? He could start banging them around in order to get them to tell him where I am! Lightning's a wuss, he'd never live with that, or Sheriff, or Doc, or-Ohh, Mater…" She had begun whimpering again, her voice rising in pitch until she was squeaking. Bee was trying to comfort her, a finger running down her hair gently, her face pressed into his chest plates. "I can't guarantee that he will not attempt to do that, but sadly there is nothing we can do until we can get a working portal up in the hangar." Optimus replied gently, but this didn't seem to make Foxy feel any better. "Ey, wanna go annoy Wheelie? You know how much he hates bein' called a toy, Little Bee." Jazz tried to help, but Bumblebee just stalked off, Foxy still protectively in his grasp.
"Wh-What if they're gone by the time I get there? What if I never get there?" She whimpered, and didn't seem to notice the finger that was gently brushing her tears away. Bumblebee had sat down in the far corner of the hangar, where he was now attempting to comfort Foxy. "It's hard being away from your family. You're feeling the same way I did." "Where's your family?" She whimpered, wiping a tear from her eyes to clear her vision, looking up at Bee. "They have all been killed or reformed by Megatron." He replied, and Foxy's eyes lowered. "I'm sorry." Her voice was hushed through her tears, and he shook his head. She had no reason to be sorry, it wasn't in any way her fault. Bee brushed a finger along her hair comfortingly, and she gently grasped the finger, wrapping her arms around it, glad for the comfort. The finger she was holding lifted, and soon she was in Bee's gently-closed fist again, being nuzzled after being lifted up to his head. She leaned into it, finding it comforting.
The two remained there for a long time, completely unaware that they were being watched in amusement by Ironhide. Eventually, Foxy had managed to perk up a little, enough for Bee to place her on his shoulder. She blinked in surprise when she spotted Ironhide, leaning up against one of the special forces' planes, watching her and Bee. She was given a significant look by the weapons specialist, but nothing more before he left the two.
Bee and Foxy shared a glance, then he headed to find Wheelie, as Jazz had originally suggested. The two found the little 'bot puttering around, muttering to himself about 'Warrior Goddesses', and 'why were all the girls that Sam knew good-looking'. Bee set Foxy down, and she blinked in surprise as the 'bot clung to her foot and began humping her leg. Instantly her jaw dropped, and a blush flew across her face, her hands moving up to try and cover it, her eyes full of a laughter that couldn't make it into the air. Mistaking her immense amusement for horror, Bumblebee yanked Wheelie off her foot and went to toss him through the air. "Bee, he's all right, he's all right!" Foxy exclaimed, and Bee looked at her in confusion before setting the little robot down. He didn't hang around, and Foxy soon saw why. Her shoe and ankle were covered in a black liquid. Again her jaw dropped, but this time she was grinning, her blushing completely noticeable. She began laughing, and her laughter echoed throughout the hangar. The other Autobots peered at her curiously, unsure why her laughter was ringing out loud, when her voice was so quiet, and soft. "Wheelie-He-He-" She tried gasping out, laughing too hard to form a complete sentence.
She sat down on the ground, and Bumblebee copied her, unsure of why she was enjoying this. Normally, humans (Sam) didn't enjoy Wheelie attempting to mate. "You find humor in Wheelie trying to mate?" "He's doin' what now?!" Jazz exclaimed, preparing to go find the little bot and grind him to a pulp. "Why do you find this amusing? Sam does not." "That's because Sam's a guy. Girls aren't that 'forceful' when attempting to mate." She managed to gasp out, still giggling. She took her shoe off, and tried to squeeze off the giggles, her tongue flopping out and nearly hanging to the floor. "Ratchet-" "I'm all right, it happens when I laugh too hard." She replied, her tongue still hanging around a grin. "Now, how to get this… stuff off." She headed for the human-sized shower that the rest of the human militia used, intent on washing off her shoe and her jeans.
When she had gotten it off the best she could, she went in search of Wheelie, wanting to play a game. "Wheelie? Wheelie, where are you?" She heard a familiar exclamation, and shortly there was the little robot, peering at her from around the front wheel of a plane. "Warrior Goddess?" "Wheelie, you know that's not my name." She replied, giving him a slightly-scolding smile. "C'mon, it sounds better then your real one." "Whatever. Feel like doing anything?" "Like what? I ain't no babysitter, kid." "I thought I was 'Warrior Goddess'?" She gave him a snide grin, and watched as he shook his head. "Whattya want to do with a bot like me, anyways? It's not like there's anything exciting around here to do!" "Ohh, I can think of a few ideas…" She replied, grinning. "You've got somethin'? Then lemme hear it!" With that, he jumped into her grasp, making her laugh. "Ohh, you're going to love this…" And so she began explaining her plan to him, which consisted of him using his remote-control toy truck form to terrorize Jazz, Bumblebee, Skidz and Mudflap. "Know where you're gonna lead them?" "I got it, I got it. Nearly run over their feet, then bring 'em over here for a game of 'basketball'. I know, I know." "Well then go get 'em!" Foxy replied with a quiet laugh. She watched as the little robot-turned-truck sped away, the sounds of his remote control engine like the wings of a wasp, whining shrilly.
There was a loud roar of pain, then an angry shout. "Slag it all! Wheelie! Get back here, you arrogant toy!" There was the sound of at least one Autobot running her way, and she giggled, hiding behind a plane. Wheelie zipped around the wheel of the plane, then launched himself into her arms. She came out from behind the plane, laughing at how angry Skidz, and Mudflap looked. Bee just looked as though he had been enjoying the game of chase, and Foxy grinned. "Let 'im down! I'll squash him!" "Jazz, relax. It was all part of the plan." "Plan? Whatchu goin' on about, homie?" "The plan to get you guys to play a game." She replied, and was picked up by Bumblebee. "What sort of game, Foxy?" "Basketball!" "What's that?" "It's really simple. All you've gotta do is get a ball-" She produced an old tire. "And try to get it in a basket. Since there's four of you, you're going to be split into teams of two. Got it?" "What about you?" "Me and Wheelie are gonna be referees. That way, none of you get into any fights." As she said this, she looked directly at Skidz and Mudflap. "Ey, he starts it!" "I do not! You know you do!" "You blame it on me!" "Slagger!" "Why I oughta-" "Oi!" Her shout ran directly through the two Autobots, and they paused, looking at her in amazement. "You can yell, Little Bee!" Jazz replied, holding up a claw. She connected it with a hand, then looked down at the two. "You guys fight all the time, even when you're fighting about fighting!" She replied, a laugh making its way out of her mouth. "Just... cool it for the game, all right? Please?" "Sho' 'nough." "Thank you."
"Rules are laid down, I'll start the ball." The four got into teams of Jazz and Bee going against Skidz and Mudflap, Foxy scrambling onto a platform that was higher then the three. Wheelie was perched on her shoulder in his robot form, looking like he was having the time of his life. "Now, there's going to be one basket, since this is only half-court. We don't need to be disturbing anyone. The basket is located right over there." She pointed towards a ring drawn on the floor with non-permanent paint. "So get this 'ball' over there into the ring, and you score a point for your team. We're playing to fifteen." With that, she dropped the tire off the platform, thankful that Optimus had been sent on a solo mission today. She was sure that he wouldn't be pleased, seeing the four nearly running each other over to get a simple tire.
It wasn't long before Bumblebee scored the first point, and Foxy cheered. "That's one for J-B!" She exclaimed, grinning at her Autobot friend as he moonwalked across the floor. "You've gotta teach me that when the game's over!" She exclaimed, and he nodded, putting down his face shield again, like he had when the tire had dropped earlier. The others all did the same, and Foxy once more dropped the tire. Jazz snatched it, and began bouncing it, controlling it astonishingly well. It wasn't long before Skidz had swooped in, and grabbed it as he was bouncing it. He passed it to Mudflap, who sent it into the ring. "Point! S-M!" Foxy called out, grinning, watching as the two brothers high-servo'ed.
"What're they doing?" She gasped and stiffened, nearly causing Wheelie to topple off her shoulder, amid his complaints about 'Fraggin' humans and their jerkiness'. "They're playing basketball." She replied guiltily, and watched as Ratchet looked at her, studying her with an optic. "And you set it up?" She nodded, beginning to sink lower to the platform floor. Ratchet sighed, then headed back towards the medic tent. "I never saw anything, if Optimus asks." "Thanks, Ratchet." She called, giving the medic's retreating back a grateful smile before going back to the game. "Ey, Little Bee! They stole it!" "Wheelie?" "He's right, Warrior Goddess! They stole it!" "Okay, okay, cool it with the… Warrior Goddess stuff. It's cute, but I'm not a warrior, and I'm definitely not a goddess. Just call me by my name. It's already a nickname." "It is?" "So your real name ain't Foxy?" "No, it's Elizabeth. After that one queen?" "I like Foxy better." "Me too, Bee." Foxy replied, grinning. "So, steal from S-M. Who got the point, Wheelie?" "Ain't it the ones who made it into the goal?" "Right. S-M point." She heard a groan from Bumblebee, and her happy expression softened. "Sorry, Bee, but I'm impartial. Like a judge." She got a nudge from his finger, then his face shield went down, and she dropped the tire again. She watched as they battled for it right underneath the platform, and more then once had to swing her legs up out of the way to avoid them getting hacked off at the kneecaps.
Foxy called out the end of the game roughly an hour later, and went to go clean the paint away. She had switched the teams around, since Skidz and Mudflap were constantly trying to tackle each other for the ball. From the halfway point, it had been Skidz and Jazz, with Bee and Mudflap. She watched as the twins played infinitely better, grinning at her accomplishment. At the moment though, she finished cleaning the paint away, then was called for by Bee. To her amazement, he began moonwalking again. She began trying it, and yelped as one of her feet slipped, sending her into a split. She grasped at anything she could use to pull herself up, but couldn't get anything. She was now in a precarious situation, and if she didn't do something, she'd end up splattering on the floor, crushed by a giant set of feet.
After some deliberation she let herself flop to the side, gaining just enough momentum to get her foot clear. Bee, who had been moonwalking, hadn't even noticed her little plight. She took her shoes off, revealing fuzzy socks with hippie-related things on them. Bee lowered to the ground, curious. Foxy smiled, and lifted a foot as high as she could. "My socks." Bumblebee lifted a finger, and gently ran it along the bottom of Foxy's foot, making her laugh. "C'mon, don't, that tickles." Bee's head tilted, and he did it again. "Bee, no!" She wailed, giggling and trying to pull her foot away. He continued doing it, until she began shrieking with laughter and scooting on the floor away from him, sitting down. "Bee, Bee, c'mon, stop, I'm begging you…" She couldn't say more, instead burst out laughing and trying to squirm away as he kept doing it. "Bee! You're hurtin' Little Bee!" In an instant, Bee had been wrenched away by Jazz, and Foxy stood up in an instant. "Jazz, he's not hurting me! I'm fine, see?" "Little Bee, you were beggin' him to stop!" "Yeah, because it tickles! I hate when people start tickling my feet, it feels weird." Jazz's head tilted, and he too lowered closer to Foxy. "Like this?" He ran a finger along the bottom of her foot, and she squealed, scrambling away in a hurry. "Ohmygod, JAZZ!" She wailed, grinning. She stiffened as she was picked up by the back of her shirt, and discovered that it was Bee. He sat her down in his one-armed grasp, and used the other to gently run up and down the length of her foot. "BEE!" She squealed, trying to scoot backwards, hiding her feet as best she could, giggling helplessly. It didn't work, and the two continued tickling her feet, making her laugh until tears began pouring from her eyes and she got the hiccups.
When she got the hiccups, they set her down in a hurry, wailing for Ratchet, afraid that they had broken her. The medic came flying out of the tent, and slid to a stop in front of them, only to find a disturbing scene. Foxy was lying flat on her back, laughing, hiccuping, tears pouring down her face, while Bee and Jazz tried to inch away from her, unsure of what they had done. Ratchet scanned her, and drew back in surprise. "She's perfectly normal, other then that." He gestured to her, and the two watched as she hiccuped again. She raised herself up into a sitting position, then began scrubbing the tears away, panting and hiccuping. "I'm-HIC- all right, Ratchet. There's nothing to-HIC worry about." "You do not act like Sam at all, Foxy." "I know, I'm-HIC strange. It's like I'm from a completely-HIC different planet or HIC-something." She replied, her hiccups varying in pitch as their speed increased. After about fifteen minutes of non-stop hiccups, Bee's right hand changed into a very large cannon, and he aimed it directly at Foxy. She gasped, letting one strangled hiccup out, then a cough, her eyes wide with shock.
She was absolutely silent, her hiccups completely scared away as she looked from Bee to Jazz to Ratchet. A grin slowly began to creep across her face, and she tried stopping it, not having much luck. "Thanks, Bee." She managed to get out. He nodded, and the cannon changed back into a hand. She stood up, the grin fading away, then looked down at her feet. "Hmm… Probably would be easier if there was music…" Just like that, she jumped in surprise as a loud burst of sound came from Bumblebee. 'As he came into the window, it was the sound of, a crescendo. He came into her apartment, left the bloodstains, on the carpet. She ran underneath the table, he could see she, was unable. So she ran into the bedroom, she was struck down, it was her doom. Annie are you okay? So Annie, are you okay? Are you okay Annie? Annie are you okay? So Annie, are you okay? Are you okay Annie? Annie are you okay? So Annie, are you okay? Annie are you okay? So Annie, are you okay? Are you okay Annie? Annie are you okay, will you tell us, that you're okay? He left the signs on the window, that he struck you, a crescendo, Annie! He came into your apartment, left the bloodstains, on the carpet! Then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down, it was your doom! Annie are you okay? So Annie, are you okay? Annie are you okay, are you okay Annie? So Annie, are you okay? Are you okay? You've been hit by, you've been hit by, a Smooth Criminal!' She giggled as her and Bee began dancing, moonwalking side by side. "Ow!" Foxy spun in a half circle at that point, Bee quick to follow her. 'So they came into the outway, it was Sunday, what a black day. Mouth-to-mouth recessitation, sounding heartbeats, intimidations. Annie are you okay? So Annie, are you okay? Are you okay Annie? Annie are you okay? So Annie, are you okay? Are you okay Annie? Annie are you okay? Will you tell us, that you're okay? There's a sign at the window, that he struck you, a crescendo Annie. He came into your apartment, left the bloodstains, on the carpet. Then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down, it was your doom. Annie are you okay? So Annie, are you okay? Are you okay Annie? You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a Smooth Criminal!' Bumblebee was quick to pick up her dance steps, and was soon dancing as though he knew exactly what she was going to do next. "OW!" Her head snapped up a little, making her bangs flop in her eyes. She quickly brushed them away, and grinned back at Bee.
They seemed to have forgotten about Jazz, Skidz, Mudflap, Ratchet and Wheelie for the moment as the two continued their dance in their own little world. Foxy went into a single spin, then began the famous gravity-defying lean on her toes, trying to keep her balance. She jumped when she was about to topple over, and landed firmly on the bottoms of her feet, going straight into a moonwalk. She didn't see Bee doing the robot behind her, although if she had she would've lost her composure and cracked up. 'OWWW!' Her head flew up again, and her bangs flopped in front of her eyes once more, although they couldn't hide the grin on her lips. 'Annie are you okay, will you tell us, that you're okay? There's a sign at the window, that he struck you, a crescendo Annie. He came into your apartment, left the bloodstains, on the carpet. Then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down, it was your doom. Annie are you okay, will you tell us, that you're okay? There's a sign at the window, that he struck you, a crescendo Annie. He came into your apartment, left the bloodstains, on the carpet. Then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down, it was your doom Annie.' "OWW!" Foxy spun around once more, and headed into another moonwalk, Bee copying her. "OWW!" At this point, she began the robot, Bee right behind her, virtually no hesitation from him at all. As the song faded out, she struck a triumphant pose, head down, her hand raised as though holding an invisible fedora to her head.
She held it for a few moments, then looked up at Bee with a grin. "That was great, Bee!" He lowered a finger her way, chirping and humming happily, and the two did a high finger-five. "Humans are quite good at this." Ratchet replied, and Foxy smiled, tossing some of her bangs out of her eyes. "Thanks, Ratchet. Normally I'm horrible at dancing, but if I hear the right song, I can't stop the moves." She looked towards the ramp as she heard it opening, and heard Optimus' truck engine over it. "Optimus is back." She replied, and Bee nodded, picking her up and setting her on a shoulder. Normally, she stayed out of Optimus' way, knowing that he couldn't be bothered with trivial things like playing games and having conversations about nothing in particular, like Bee or Jazz. It wasn't that she didn't like him, it was just that she knew he was busy, and didn't want to interrupt him when he was doing something important, which was most of the time.
However, it was a shock to her when he approached her and Bee. Bee seemed to sense that something serious was going to be said, because he set Foxy back down, on the ground. "Your friends are safe, although there's no guarantee that things will stay that way. The green one said that you would want this, and that the infants are all right." "Optimus, thank you. This means… an incredible amount to me…" He had passed her bag to her, and her eyes shone with grateful tears, happy to hear that the others were all right. "How'd you get there? I thought there wasn't a working portal?" "I was able to use the one at the Decepticons' old hideout, although I would not advise using it to send you back. It is extremely unstable, and very unsafe. That is why I went alone." "I… I can't tell you how much it means to me to hear that they're all okay. Thank you." She gave him a shaky smile, clutching her bag tightly in her arms. "Please tell me that they didn't think you were like Megatron." He nodded, and she sighed, putting a hand over her eyes, beginning to mutter dark phrases, mixing in a few grumbles of 'Fragging 'Cons' and 'Slagging Megatron'. "He is so dead." She growled, and Bee shook a finger at her scoldingly. "How long did it take before they finally accepted you as an Autobot?" "Roughly the entire time I was present." "This is all Megatron's fault. Oh well. At least I was able to get Starscream." "You? You took down Starscream?" Foxy nodded. "My tail has missiles in it, remember. I just shot him blindly, because I wanted him to let me out." "Do you have any other weapons?" She nodded, and gave a little shake of her shoulders. Bee and Optimus watched in surprise as her gatling guns popped out of her sides. "Does Ratchet know about these? It looks quite painful." "It used to be, but it isn't anymore, and I'm not sure if he does. I can also do this." With that, she set her hologram program to her Porsche form. It was safe to say, both Autobots jumped back in alarm. "Ratchet sure doesn't know about this." She replied, grinning.
"Oh, there's two more yet." She switched it to her yellow-and-red fox, barked once, then swapped it to the last one, the red-and-white fox before finally shutting the hologram program down. The two Autobots were stunned. "Pretty cool, huh?" Bee nodded. "How do you do this? You're only human." "I can honestly say, I don't know. See, I used to be a spy in the world Optimus just went to, and they tried to outfit me with weapons while I was awake. Didn't work, so they knocked me out and did it, so it's a secret even to me." "But none of this showed up on Ratchet's scans, where do you keep the car form when not in use?" "It's just a hologram. It just looks as though I'm a car, when I'm actually like this." She got down on her hands and feet. "The same thing with those fox types, too. It just changes a few things around so I'm more comfortable, and not running around like this all the time." She demonstrated, and Bee laughed. "And these do not harm you?" "Nope. Not that I can tell." "I would very much like to see the fox again." "You wanna see the fox? I'll show you the fox, Bee." She grinned, and turned her hologram to the red and yellow fox. She barked, hopping around excitedly. "This is quite pleasing." Foxy's tail wagged, as did the rest of her body. She took off, Bee following her, not wanting her to get stepped on.
"Yo! Who let a dog in?!" Foxy slid to a stop in front of Wheelie, panting, her tail wagging. "What're you lookin' at, Slobberpuss?" He growled, and she barked, going into a play bow. "Ey, wait a minute, she looks like that new warrior goddess chick." He looked at her more closely, and she sat, tilting her head and pricking her ears. "Pretty fancy, Bee. Now she's a mutt." Bee scooped Foxy up again, her front paws draped over the armor on his arm, looking like a stuffed toy, and she shut her hologram off, her arms draped the same way her front paws had been in her fox hologram. "Pretty cool, right?" She gave Bee a grin, and he petted her hair with a finger. "Hold the phone a second here. She can change into a mutt?!" "Fox, actually." She piped up, peering down at him from Bee's grasp. "Now the humans are turning into Autobots! It's a madhouse, I tell ya!" With that, Wheelie stalked off, muttering about 'humans going insane', and 'the entire Earth going into chaos'. Foxy laughed, as did Bee. He set her down on the ground, and she went to go get her bag. She opened it, and grinned.
Abruptly, a large hand came out of nowhere, and reached into her bag, gingerly lifting out her horse by a leg. "What is this?" "It's a stuffed horse, Bee." Foxy smiled, watching as he gently set it in a hand, then began petting it gently with a finger. "But it doesn't move." "It's not a real horse, it's a toy, in a way." "What does one do with this?" "Well, you can snuggle with it, and pet it. It provides comfort. It's also good for using in place of a real horse." "To ride?" "No, not to ride." Foxy gave him a smile. "But it's something to love when feeling sad." "This is interesting." "I'm glad you think so." Foxy replied with a laugh. Bee lifted her up, and presented the horse to her. "Would you demonstrate?" "Of course." She took the horse, and wrapped her arms around it, burying her face into its neck and taking a deep sniff. It smelled like home, and she sighed happily before taking another. "It smells like home." She replied with a soft, happy sigh, resting her head on the horse's, holding it so the front legs flopped over her crossed arms, as Bee had been holding her earlier. "I've missed him a lot." "You have feelings for this toy? To mate?" Foxy giggled. "No, Bee. Not to mate. There are lots of memories with him, and I missed those, I guess. He was my first, and favorite friend when I was young." "Humans consider toys as friends?" "When we're young." Foxy replied, nodding. "When you were an infant?" Foxy's head tilted, thinking. "Pretty much. Him and I used to do everything together when I was young. That wasn't much, because all I did was crawl." She giggled at the thought, brushing two fingers down the white blaze on the horse's face absentmindedly, the fur softest there as opposed to around its middle, where the little animal was the most worn from her holding it as a child.
She grew quiet, sitting in Bee's grasp, deep in thought, still running her fingers up and down the horse's snout absentmindedly. Bee watched her, head tilted, confused. "You're quiet. Is something wrong?" "Nothing's wrong, Bee. Just thinking." She replied softly, staring into space. Bee hesitated, then sat down on the floor, watching her intently. She hadn't gone this quiet since she got here, although she didn't seem afraid. About ten minutes later, Foxy shook her head, blinked, then looked down at the toy. "That's enough reminiscing for one day." She remarked softly, then jumped out of Bee's grasp and walked over to her bag. She put her horse into it, and slung it over a shoulder, looking up at her large robotic friend with a smile. He lifted her up again, and nuzzled her, making her laugh. "What do you wanna do now, Bee?" She asked, and he shrugged, at the same time making an 'I dunno' noise. "Hmm… I've got a feeling that Optimus wouldn't like it too much if we played another round of basketball… And we can't go outside…"
"Ey, Bee. Optimus says it's time for weapons practice." Foxy sighed, already familiar with the protocol for weapons practice. All the bots needed to participate, and it took three hours, sometimes even longer. Bee set her down, and stroked her hair comfortingly before getting up and following after Jazz. Foxy went to the platform again, carrying her bag. She climbed up the stairs, then sat down on the platform, the other human workers that were there giving her a glance before returning their attention to their work stations. They were already familiar with Foxy, and her reasons for being there. She sighed, and leaned into the slight breeze coming from the open door. She could see the bots practicing in the building across from the one she was in currently, the door open enough to allow flashes of them as they ducked, dodged, and fired at holographic opponents.
It was spring here, and she was glad they were on an island with no flowers or trees. If there were, she wouldn't be able to stop sneezing, her allergies were that bad. She sighed quietly, then stood up and headed down the steps of the platform, wanting to get closer to the breeze. It carried a faint smell of the ocean, and she loved it. She'd lie at Bee's side often, and breathe in the smell. It reminded her of the vacations her human family went on when she was younger, memories of playing in the sand and waves during the day, then heading back to the campground and sitting around a fire at night until she fell asleep.
It was comforting to her, so it was no surprise that she found herself sitting on the right-hand side of the doorway, gazing out at the sky. Sunset was approaching, and still the Autobots hadn't finished training, although Foxy didn't mind. She had managed to find some way to occupy herself that wasn't 'destructive', and was perfectly content continuing it. The only time she rose from the floor was to go get a piece of fruit from the food area, coming back with an apple and crunching into it after sitting down. She sat on the darkening floor, not caring that it was growing colder and colder as the sky began turning all sorts of colorful hues. Purple, pink, red, orange, and every color in between, out over the ocean. The outside lights flickered on as night fell and the Autobots emerged from the building.
One by one, they entered the hangar, and were surprised to find Foxy sitting on the floor by the door. Ironhide, Ratchet and Optimus passed by her, giving her concerned looks but deciding that she appeared all right. Bumblebee and Jazz stopped, looking down at her, then out the open door. "Whatchu lookin' at, Little Bee?" "Nothing, really. Just the sky." She replied softly, crunching down on her apple afterwards. The two looked surprised at the loud crunch, and she glanced from one to the other. "What's wrong?" "Never knew ya could bite like that, Little Bee." "You haven't seen me in the other universe. Over there it was much stronger. The strange thing is though… I went to try and take one of Megatron's fingers off, and it didn't work. Normally, if I'm there, I can bite into anything. I just… couldn't." She replied, looking up at them worriedly. "Maybe 'cause Megatron's not from there?" "Could be." She replied, returning to eating her apple and gazing outside. The two shared a glance, then Jazz left after shrugging. Bumblebee sat down at her side, at least until they had to close the doors for the night.
After the doors had been shut, he picked her up and the two headed towards the designated 'recharging' area. Bee set her down, and reformed into a Camaro, allowing her to climb into the passenger's side seat afterwards. That was where she usually slept, and with her seatbelt on, just in case anything went wrong. "'Night, Bee." She mumbled around a yawn, already curling up and getting comfortable. She was out before Bumblebee had finished saying goodnight. He fell into recharge, as did Jazz, Skidz, Mudflap, and Wheelie, who had decided to come sleep with Foxy. The little 'bot curled up on her lap, snuggling into her stomach gently, not wanting to wake her up. No matter what he said, Wheelie found Foxy extremely entertaining, and was never far away from her.
I'm not too happy with this chapter, but eh. It's not my favorite one. That would have to go to Chapter three, with Foxy flipping out on Jazz. XD