The next morning, Foxy was the first one up, and smiled to herself as she saw the group she had been goofing around with. All that had been enjoying the little 'celebration' were completely sprawled out on the floor in their robot forms, in the most odd positions imaginable. For example, she noticed that Bee looked like he was attempting to crawl across the floor, one foot lifted higher then the other, along with a servo. She sank her upper teeth into her bottom lip, trying to keep her laughter silent. She continued on past the group, trying not to laugh as the remainder of last night's memories came flying back into her mind. She vaguely remembered Wheelie attempting to do the nasty to her leg again, scrambling up higher then he had the last time, the thought surfacing as she went by him, conked out with his bottom half arched in the air, his face pressed to the floor. His quiet snoring was what got to her, and she put a hand firmly over her mouth to avoid a single laugh slipping out. Skidz and Mudflap appeared to have fallen into recharge mid-wrestle, so were completely tangled up on the floor. 'That won't be a fun thing to wake up to.' She thought to herself, grinning around her hand. Jazz had to be the oddest out of all of them, somehow managing to roll himself over to where his shoulders were against the floor, with his feet drooping forwards, looking like an oversized armadillo. She continued walking, sure that they would figure something wasn't right when they woke up. Her destination in mind, she slipped out the door, remembering to shut it quietly, then headed over to the 'human' section of the island.
She slipped inside, greeted a few members of the military that she knew, then headed for the kitchen, intent on getting her usual. Thankfully, there was an 'island' in the kitchen, so she sat there, her usual spot. She had become fast friends with the cook, Tom. He was an easily-likable, funny guy with several tattoos, along with a goatee. "Hey, kid." "C'mon, Tom. I'm only a few years younger then you. After all, you're only like what? Twenty-five? Thirty?" She gave him a smile, and he tossed an apple her way. She caught it, then bit into it with a crunch. "You're up early. And your hair color's different." "Yeah, I think Optimus is starting to rub off on me. And I needed a change. Something a little more… Bumblebee-ish." That got him laughing, and he set Foxy's designated mug on the counter, already pouring her favorite liquid in it. "Heard you threw a party last night with them." "That wasn't a party. That was just loud music, the twins wrestling again, and the rest of us goofing around, at least until Ratchet tried throwing a hammer at us. When that didn't work, he went for the wrench, and we knew he meant it." "Meant what?" "Meant that he wanted us to shut up and go to bed. Thanks." He had passed her the mug, and she took a sip, then sighed. "You do make the best coffee around here, Tom." He just chuckled, and she watched him make the other human staff breakfast. There was just something about watching people cook that entertained her, especially if she was watching Tom. He seemed like the kind of cook you'd find at a pizza joint, not a high-quality one, but a good one where you could look straight into the kitchen and see how everything was being cooked, where the staff were social. She wondered where he had come from, what eatery, and what it had been like. "Spill it, kid." "Hmm?" She looked at him around the rim of her mug in confusion, and he chuckled. "I know that look. You're thinking about something." "It's nothing. Just one of those rambling chains of thought my mind goes on all the time." He leaned against the counter, waiting for whatever today's breakfast was to get cooking. "Wanted to ask you about that." "What's up?" "What's the strangest one?" "Oh, wow. Good question. Huh…" She took a sip of her coffee, trying to think. "Probably the one time I started out thinking about what kind of dog I'd like to own. I think it ended with me thinking over the joint structure of dogs and cats and humans being similar." He laughed again, and Foxy grinned. "Sounds like you, kid." "It should. It cost me nearly three hours of thought!" She began giggling, and greeted one of the pilots as he sat down. "Hey, Will." "What's got you up this early? And in such a good mood?" "Tom and I agree that Optimus is beginning to rub off on me, and as for my good mood, you don't wanna know. I will say, Tom's coffee didn't have a single thing to do with it." She gave the cook a grin, and he waved a hand at her with a roll of his eyes. "Come on, I'm sure it can't be that bad, right?" "Oh, all right. Tom asked me what the most random thought trip my mind had ever taken was, and I responded with thinking about what kind of dog I want, which turned into a whole giant theory that humans, dog, and cats actually have a similar joint structure." "You're right. That is strange. Definitely not the weirdest thing you could've said though." "You've got something weirder? Let's hear it, Will." "You could've started out thinking about a steam engine, then ended up thinking about a giant dragon with train cars attached to its tail." Foxy laughed at that, as did Tom. Will just grinned, proud of himself. Tom passed him a plate with waffles and hash browns, then set out a pitcher of syrup on the counter. Foxy drained the last of her coffee, then set the mug on the counter again. "Bee's probably gonna be going nuts since I'm not lying in his passenger seat. See ya Tom, Will." The two nodded, and Tom took her cup from the counter. She headed outside, inhaling as a gust of wind blew the scent of saltwater and rain her way. "Storm from the southeast." She muttered to herself, and continued on her way, heading back into the hangar.
Before the door was fully shut, a servo was working its way around her middle, trying to pull her closer. She squirmed and giggled at the touch, knowing exactly who it was that held her so gently. "Bee, c'mon, let me at least close the door." The fingers retracted slowly, and she finished closing the heavy steel door. Almost the exact same time she did, Bee had already lifted her off her feet. She had to admit, it was like having a giant puppy that was able to talk and think like a human, while at the same time retaining its goofy, affectionate, fun-loving nature. She loved that, because she was the exact same way. "You guys looked like you just crashed wherever you felt like it when I got up this morning." She whispered softly, giggling. "You looked like you were trying to climb the floor, Jazz looked like he failed at a front flip, Skidz and Mudflap looked like they… yeah, skip that one. Wheelie looked like he was part dog or something. I only wish I got a picture of all of it. Is anyone else awake? If they aren't, let's go outside." Bee hesitated, and Foxy gave him a smile. "Just real quick. I never go outside anymore unless we're going somewhere. C'mon, Bee." He appeared to have given in, and opened the door quietly, heading out. Foxy smiled and followed after him, darting ahead of him. She flipped into her fox hologram, and waited for Bee to shut the door. Once he had done that, she took off towards the beach. Bee transformed into a Camaro again, and he was off, playfully chasing after Foxy. He fell into the spot behind her, and she looked back with a yip, then hopped into the air. She landed on Bee's hood, and crouched lower as he went faster, trying not to fly off. He sped along a cliff that overlooked a beach, and Foxy seized the opportunity, and leapt off his hood, diving neatly over the cliff. Bumblebee screeched on the brakes, and drove off the cliff, launching himself. He was soon in his robot form, then landed in the sand, looking frantically for Foxy. He discovered her at the shoreline, chasing seagulls and the waves. He laughed as she paused, sniffing at something, then was drenched by a wave as it curled over her head. She quickly shook herself off, then bounced over to the robot, who lifted her back onto the grassy clifftop. He pulled himself up using the rocks in the cliff, then watched as Foxy took off running, nothing but her tail visible anymore. He began running after her, then jumped into the air. He came back down as a Camaro, and began speeding around the island after her, the two just playing a game of chase.
They returned to the hangar a good hour after they agreed they would, and Foxy instantly flopped down on the cool floor, panting, her tail lying limply on the floor. Bee petted her with a finger, then attempted to nudge her upright. Instead of doing that, he sent her sliding across the floor. He went over to her, and did it again, sending her even farther. "Jazz, watch! She's slidable!" Bee sent her flying over to Jazz, who sent her straight back to Bumblebee with a grin. The two continued this new game for a long time, eventually sending her sliding across the hangar, one on either side. In fact, they would've done it all day long if it hadn't been for Ratchet nearly stepping on her, then getting mad at the two. "She is not a toy!" Jazz picked her up, then set her on her feet. Foxy, who had been enjoying the game, whimpered, looking up at Ratchet with begging eyes. "The answer's no, Foxy. I would advise you not to try it again, otherwise you may not get so lucky." With that, he turned around and headed into the med tent, all the while muttering about 'Slagging bots' and 'can't find something non-destructive to entertain themselves with for five minutes'. Foxy shut off her hologram program, then flopped onto the floor, face down. She mumbled something unintelligible, and the two looked down at her. "Whazzat, Little Bee?" She lifted her head up, then spat some of her hair out of her mouth, giggling. "I said, 'We're kids, Ratchet… why can't you just let us goof off?'" She was still battling with her hair, and finally gave up, letting her head flop back down again. Soon, she heard someone lying at her side, and when she looked, it was Bee, copying her. "Bee, what're you doing?" She asked with a grin. "I'm being non-destructive." "You know what? You're right. This is non-destructive. Jazz, it's non-destructive!" Jazz laughed. "Sure is, Little Bee." "Pull up some floor, Jazz. There's plenty here." The grin on her face was priceless. It was a grin that read, 'Come, join us! We're enjoying doing absolutely nothing.' Jazz was soon lying on the floor, face down next to Bumblebee. Foxy was beginning to doze off, at least until she was nudged in the side. "WHOZATWATI'MAWAKE!" She babbled rapidly, her hair flying upwards as she tried to look around. Ironhide blinked in surprise. All he had wanted to do was find out why the human girl was lying flat on the floor, with Jazz and Bumblebee, so he had nudged her with a foot, completely not expecting her to bolt upwards, literally sounding like Bumblebee when she did. "What're you three doing?" "Being non-destructive." "Pfft…" Foxy burst out laughing at Bee's response, falling back to the floor again, weakly pounding a fist on it as tears formed in her eyes. "Bee!" She had to pause as more laughter rolled out of her mouth, then she was back up again, panting and giggling like a schoolgirl. "Bee… Bee, Bee, Bee, Bee…" She started laughing again, and Ironhide shook his head, then walked away. She continued giggling, and she soon had Bumblebee laughing quietly. "Bumblebee, we've really made a mess of things. We have absolutely-" She burst out laughing again, and couldn't finish her sentence. "-Made a complete mess of things. Jazz isn't helping, but we can change that. Right, Jazzy-o?" "Wha?" He propped himself up, looking over Bee to see her. She began giggling again, a gigantic grin on her face. She looked so ridiculous that Jazz was soon laughing as well. Hearing him didn't help her in her feeble attempts to pull herself together, at all. She was soon lying on the floor, laughing breathlessly, her sides aching dully, but she still didn't stop. "Why-Why-Why are we doing this…?" She whimpered, then instantly began giggling. "What're the three of ya doin' over here, laughin' like a bunch'a idiots?!" "H-Hi, Reelie. PFFFT, Reelie!" She began outright laughing again, finding her mistake extremely entertaining. The robot hopped onto her back, but still she couldn't stop laughing at her mistake. Jazz had managed to get a grip, but wasn't looking at her, instead trying to remain facing the floor. Now, it was only Bee and her who were laughing, and she sat up with a ragged gasp, only to flop towards the floor again, her laughter so loud it was silent, only showing itself in bizarre squeaks every now and then.
Finally, nearly a half an hour after they had first started Foxy was able to stop laughing, but only because her sides were in agony. She laid face down on the floor for a while, trying to regain her breath, unable to look at Bee or Jazz. "You're an extremely entertaining human, Foxy." "Thanks, Bee…" She panted, not bothering to look up. "Boy, we really made a mess of things, didn't we? We absolutely made a mess of things." "'We'? It was all you, Little Bee." Jazz spoke up. "I'm just gonna… maybe, sorta… lie here for a while, see what happens." Foxy replied, getting an agreement from Bumblebee and Jazz. "My name ain't Reelie, kid." "I know, I know… I was laughing too hard to be able to tell the difference." "In what? Letters?!" That got her laughing again, but she stopped pretty quickly, her sides hurting too much for laughter. "N-No, in… just about everything…" "Why're the three of ya layin' on the floor anyway?" "Bee, don't say it!" Foxy exclaimed, jabbing her index finger at him, and heard a stifled laugh from said robot. "It's a long story that ends with us not wanting to be destructive to teach Ratchet that we can be non-destructive, so we ended up laying here. Ohh, my sides.." She replied softly, half grinning and half grimacing. She felt the little robot hop off her back, and she rolled over, only to find herself looking up at Ratchet. "Oh. Hi, Ratchet." She replied, a giant grin taking up her face, laughter obviously hiding behind it. "That's why you are all lying here?" "Sure is." She watched as he shook his head and walked away, her grin slowly fading. "Ohh, man… my sides are killing me… I think I broke them laughing too hard or something." She moaned, rolling over again. The three were silent for a good fifteen minutes, and it seemed as though they had gone back to being non-destructive. Foxy was thinking over her conversation with Bumblebee earlier about being non-destructive, and her mind drifted to the way he had told Ironhide what they had been doing. It had sounded so matter-of-fact, as though he did it every day. She was soon giggling quietly, her mind replaying the scenario that had kept them laughing for a good thirty minutes so incredibly simply. That was the only sound heard from the group, and it wasn't long before she stopped. "Ohh, geez… We've really dug ourselves a hole. Well, I did." She replied, finally trying her luck at sitting up. "Ohh, it's raining. Listen." She fell silent, and sure enough, there was the pattering of rain on the ceiling. "Ohh, I think I need a nap… I tired myself out laughing…" Sure enough, she yawned widely, and laid down facing the floor again. She was out in minutes. She didn't seem to realize that she had fallen asleep on the floor, and neither did any of the Autobots. They just assumed that she was being 'non-destructive', and none of them prevented her from doing it.
The next morning, however, Bumblebee noted that she was still lying placidly on the floor. He prodded her hair gently, then paused. He did it again, but still got no response. He didn't hear Foxy's soft moan as she dragged herself out of the dream she had been having, and poked her again. This time he got a louder groan, and a hand rising from the floor a little in a feeble, half-asleep attempt to swat his finger away. Seeing that she was all right, he ceased the poking, and instead decided to lower himself to the floor directly in front of her, and just watch her. He had seen it work when other humans had tried it, and both humans had laughed afterwards. When that didn't work, he went back to the old standby of gently poking her hair. There was another groan from the human, then her hand lifted up again, as though she wanted to swat his finger away. He curled the finger around her wrist, as he had before, and peered at her closer. "Hey, wha-" Her soft voice sounded, then she raised her head, only to inhale sharply and try to back up, her eyes wide. Right in front of her face, literally no more then two inches away, was Bumblebee's. "Geez, Bee!" She exclaimed in surprise once she had gotten over her initial fear. "You got me good, I'll give you that." She also gave him a smile, then went into a stretch, arching backwards as far as she could, propping herself up with her hands. "Man, you'd think I'd feel a lot more stiff after sleeping on the floor-" She winced as a flash of pain went through her ribs, which were in fact stiff from her lying on them all night. "Ohh, dude… sooo not doing that again…" She murmured, then rolled onto her back to complete her stretching session. The curious expression Bumblebee was wearing filled her view, his head appearing directly above her, throwing her into slight shadow. For a stretching finale, she sat up, then rotated her top half around and to the right, listening to the six loud pops that issued from it in rapid succession. She quickly spun her top half the other way, to the left, getting roughly the same number of pops out of it.
She stood up, and cringed slightly as she popped a hip. "Well, now that I've been popped and cracked, I'm getting coffee." She gave Bumblebee a smile, while he just watched her in confusion. "Sam doesn't do that…" "What? This?" She rolled her right shoulder, the one Megatron had placed the 'tracker' in, and got a loud pop. Bee nodded, and Foxy smiled. "How's this accomplished?" "That's a really good question, Bee. I'm not entirely sure. I think it's got something to do with bones? I dunno." She replied, shrugging. "I'm no expert on everything, although I like to think I am." She added, then grinned sheepishly. "For example, I can't herd cattle on horseback. I can't fly. Can't drive, either." She made a face at that. "This displeases you?" "A whole lot." "Aren't you a mature human?" "Yeah, I am. That's the part that displeases me." "This is why you don't sit in the control seat?" "In the what? What's a control seat?" For an answer, he swapped into his Camaro form, and Foxy's eyes went wide. "Ohh, you mean the driver's seat! Yeah, that's pretty much it." "Even though I'm driving?" She smirked. "Huh. Everybody's a critic." She mumbled, smiling at the car, unable to stay angry for very long. "I'm going for coffee, Bee. I'll be back. I'm gonna need a cup after that floor." She headed towards the door, and heard Bee's engine following her.
She leapt backwards in surprise as he slid around her in a half circle, then watched as he blocked the door. "Bee, c'mon, I want coffee… I'll be back in five minutes…" "You're displeased with your inability to drive? Then why don't you learn?" "I… I just… can't drive." She replied softly, her shoulders drooping. "I have never met a mature human who can't drive." He insisted, and she sighed. "Tell me about it. Especially back in town, or here. I always seem to be surrounded by 'cars', but can never drive any of them anyways, for other reasons. Now that I've got the opportunity, the truth finally comes out, and I'm stuck as a lowly human with a need for speed, but no way to achieve it." She sighed again, and he rolled forwards to nudge her leg gently. "You're capable of learning?" Her expression turned doubtful, and she pushed a chunk of her bangs out of her eyes. "Bee, I'm not sure-" "You're fearful." "Bumblebee, you silly sausage! I'm not afraid of a car! If I were, I'd be out of this hangar faster then you could change back into your other self." Foxy replied, giving him a smile. "I'm not a cylindrical piece of meat, Foxy. I don't mean fear of a vehicle, I meant fear of operating the vehicle." "Oh." Her ears lowered slowly, and she fell silent. "Why are you fearful?" "I… don't know… I'll sit in the seat, and just end up with that 'deer in the headlights' mind-blank." She replied finally, her voice quiet. One of Bee's doors opened, and she couldn't help but notice that it was the driver's side one. "Bee, I really don't think this is a good idea…" She replied hesitantly, but it seemed as though Bee was expecting her to sit down, whether she wanted to or not. Not liking the idea very much, she did, and the door shut automatically.
As soon as she heard the thunk of the door shutting, she tensed up. Still, there wasn't a sound from Bumblebee's radio. There was the rumbling of the engine underneath his hood, and she jumped, but quickly recovered. As she gazed across the instrument panel, every button, knob, and symbol seemed to mash itself together in some sort of swirling, rippling blur, morphing into the controls for an alien spaceship, strange symbols that didn't even look Cybertronian. Her eyes went wide as she struggled to read them, struggled to remember what did what. Her mind went completely blank in one simple flash, nothing but white emptiness surging through her memory. She couldn't remember the simplest things, not the configuration of the pedals, nothing. She went to get out, but gasped as she discovered that he had locked the door. She scrambled over into the passenger seat, and attempted to get out that way. He had locked that door as well. "Bee!" She exclaimed shrilly, attempting to figure a way out, her head whipping everywhere at once. She continued trying to escape from the terror, but it seemed impossible. With Bee still not answering her, she was slowly losing her mind, she was sure of it. The most torturous way to lose one's sanity, not getting a response from someone you were dependent upon. "Bee, c'mon, this isn't funny anymore!" Still no reply, and her hands shook. She grabbed onto the steering wheel for something to hold onto, trying to use it to calm her absolutely frayed nerves. Once she did that, it was as though a switch had been turned on. Her feet found the pedals, and the speedometer swam back into view, Bee's highest speed close to two hundred miles an hour. Just as she was about to step on the gas, the engine cut out. She jumped, looking between the pedals and out the windshield dumbly, as though trying to figure out what had happened. The driver's side door opened, and she swung herself out, shutting the door behind her. "Not funny, Bee." She called back after opening the hangar door and heading outside, going to the kitchen for her coffee.
"You're later then usual, kid. Something wrong?" "Nothing's wrong. Bee just held me up for a little while." "Spill it." Tom replied, passing her mug to her. She took a swallow, then sighed. "Bee insisted he teach me how to drive, even though I tried denying it. He didn't take no for an answer, and decided to block the hangar door so I couldn't leave." Tom chuckled at that, and Foxy continued recounting the incident. "I don't know why he feels the need to pull crap like that on me. It was horrifying!" She finished, and Tom laughed. "It's Bumblebee. If it was Jazz, things would've been worse." "Don't remind me." She replied, passing a hand over her eyes and keeping it there. "After all, I've already told him no! That it wasn't going to end well, and it didn't." "Doesn't sound like a whole lot happened. You got in, then panicked for a good ten minutes because he locked you in. If you weren't expecting that by now, I can't help you, kid." She sighed, then took another swig from her mug. "Some things need to be easier." She muttered, and Tom nodded. "You're right on that." There was a loud honking from outside the building, and Foxy turned around, facing the doorway in confusion. A few minutes later, one of the soldiers assigned to the base came in. "Bumblebee wants you." She sighed, then looked to Tom, who just shrugged. "Tell him I'll be out then, if you would?" He gave her a nod, then left the room. "Why do I think I'm quickly going to regret ever discussing things with that Autobot?" She groaned, and Tom chuckled. "Your funeral, kid." "You're telling me." She sighed, drained the mug, thanked and said goodbye to Tom, then headed outside, a hand shoved in a pocket of her jeans while the other one went to her left temple. She was already beginning to get a headache, she could feel it. She could also feel that today wasn't going to be a good day, if this was all her and Bee would be doing.
She found the yellow Camaro waiting for her, facing the entrance to the building. 'Great.' She mentally sighed, then groaned aloud as Bee's driver's side door opened again. "Bee, c'mon, I don't wanna do this." For a response, she got a missile launcher pointed at her. "You'd never shoot me." She replied, but there was no strength behind it. "Ratchet said that you're of no importance to Megatron. Therefore, you don't need to be protected any longer. I'm extremely capable of shooting you." "You wouldn't shoot me." She tried again, but the weapon never left its target. "Bumblebee! Stand down-" "He's fine, Will. You can tell everyone else that too. We're just talking, and things got a little out of control." She heard the pilot leave, then sighed, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes out of frustration. "Bee, listen, okay? Humans all have things that they can and can't do. Like a girl couldn't become a heavy metal singer. Her vocal 'processors' couldn't handle it. A guy wouldn't know what to do with a 'dance pole' if there were no women around. Some people can't-Well, a lot of people can't read Cybertronian. Some people can't read about something and know how to make it work, or how to use it. Other people don't even need to read something to know how that something works. I'm in the former. I can understand the concept of something so completely if I read it in a book, yet I'd have no clue what to do with myself if presented with the actual object and told how to make it work. In fact, it's even worse if I'm just shoved in front of the object, and told 'Here you go. Figure out how this works.'" She looked at him, then continued. "I can fix cars, I can identify cars. I'm good at that, because that's historical, that's research! I can look up on my phone how to put a bigger engine underneath your hood, then get instructions on how to make it work. There's no instruction manual on driving, Bee. It's just 'Get in the control area of this 422-horsepower V8 beast of a car and hope you don't go flying across the pavement, lose control and go flying off the cliff into the ocean.' I'm knowledgeable, yes, but I'm not an 'action-y' person. I'm a 'think-y' person. I can read the specifications for a car and know exactly what is what, but put me behind the steering wheel, and I'll most likely end up driving into a tree. Or a rock. Or off a cliff." She swept a hand towards the ocean, then brought the hand up to cover her eyes. "It isn't that I don't want to learn, Bee. It's that I truly can't learn. Nothing sticks if it's in any way an action related to driving." Her rant finished, she stalked off towards the hangar again, but paused. "The bar's this way." She grumbled, heading back inside the building she had exited.
"Tom, got anything stronger then coffee back there?" She asked with a sigh, sinking into a seat. "Bottle of vodka." "Pour it in my mug, please." She replied, and his eyebrows went up. "Didn't know you drank." "Didn't think there was anything alcoholic here." She remarked, and he passed her the mug, filled with the clear liquid. "Thanks." She gave him a nod, and took a large gulp. "It isn't Bud, but it'll do." She replied. "What happened, kid? All I heard was that Bee pulled a launcher on you." "Yeah, he tried to play the 'I won't hesitate to shoot you if you don't get in' card. I refused, of course." "And he shot you." "Nope. I want to say that I knew he wouldn't, but I can't say it. I'm sure that he would if it was necessary." She took another drink, then continued. "I tried explaining to him that some people are only good at certain things, that not everyone is good at everything, but I think I just ended up confusing myself." Tom laughed at that, and she nodded. "Yup. I ended up telling him that I can read everything there is to know about a car, and still not know how to drive it. I'm more of a thinker then a doer, you see." "Yeah, I figured that." She nodded. "I can fix them, I can modify them, but I can't drive them. Isn't that pathetic?" "It'll come to you eventually." "Yeah, its taking too long to get here." She sighed, then finished off what was left in her mug before getting down and thanking Tom again. She left the building with another sigh, then headed down to the sandy beach, her shoes and socks taken off and placed by the cliff while she stood at the water's edge, her jeans rolled up to her knees to avoid getting them wet. Her hands were shoved in her pockets, and she was staring listlessly at her feet, her mind mulling over everything that had gone wrong in such a short amount of time.
She didn't know how long she stood there, or when Optimus had come down to stand behind her, only that the sunset was reflecting off the water, and into her eyes. She didn't mind however, and continued to stand at the water's edge, letting the waves run over her feet and ankles. "There's something troubling you, Foxy." "Yeah." She replied quietly with a sigh. "Is it your friends again?" "No, not this time. This time it's personal." "You aren't pleased with yourself." She nodded, watching as the wind lifted her hair up slightly. "I just… wish I could drive. I wish I knew how to do it, but I don't. Bumblebee tried to teach me earlier, and I panicked." "It isn't hard to do, Foxy." "I know it isn't, it just… it gets to me. I can't explain how, but my mind goes blank and I don't know what anything is, or what anything does anymore." She sighed another time, staring out to the horizon that separated the ocean from the sky. "As soon as I'm out of the driver's seat, I know what everything is, what everything does." "You have a fear of being in control." "That's what it's beginning to sound like, isn't it?" He didn't answer, and she sighed yet again. "And yet I can easily assume control during a fight, or a battle. I just… I can't seem to live with myself any more." "During a war, many men are not themselves. Their minds are twisted by the urge to fight, and to win." He set a finger on her shoulder, withdrew it after a few minutes, then Foxy heard him heading back towards the hangar.
She remained on the shores until the moon had risen high in the sky, casting a reflection on the water, a few clouds also rolling in here and there. Once she noticed that it was late, and there had been no sight of Bumblebee since she had stormed away into the building for her drink, she decided that it was time to climb back up. She stuffed her socks in her shoes, then gripped the backs of her ratty Converse with her teeth, biting down tightly. She began climbing, feeling around for the most stable rocks before making a definite move. She soon reached solid ground, and sat down, pulling her socks on, then her shoes. She didn't bother tying them, and instead began pondering what to do. Bee would've come for her by now, so she knew that something was wrong. Her shoulders drooped, sure that her practically yelling at him, then storming off hadn't helped at all. She sighed, then began looking for the most-sheltered spot she could find on the island. She finally settled down in an alcove between a wall and a door, the overhang of the roof just barely covering her. She was close enough to the Autobots' hangar that she'd be able to tell if they were looking for her, but she was far enough away from the human staff's quarters that she wouldn't have to answer a lot of uncomfortable questions. She curled up as best she could while in a sitting position, then drifted to sleep, all the while her mind playing her rant over and over, with the image of the Camaro just parked there, watching her silently.