She was awoken by something wet hitting her head, and a shout of 'Ey, get up! We were lookin' everywhere for ya!" She blinked her eyes open, only to find Wheelie, his optics inches from her own eyes. Around him, she was just barely able to make out Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, and Jazz in their vehicle forms to avoid rusting in the rain that was falling. She didn't know if Bumblebee was obscured by the bush behind the wall, or if he hadn't shown, but she did know that her hair was soaked, and she was freezing because of it. She stood up, stretched, and was instantly shouted at by Wheelie for not noticing he had been in her lap. "Sorry, Wheelie. I've got a lot on my mind at the moment." He gave her a look, but didn't say a word as he swapped into the little remote-control Ford and drove away. "Let me guess. Either you all or Bee are-slash-is mad at me for it. Fine. I deserve it anyways. Wanna chuck a million wrenches at me, Ratchet? Be my guest. It wouldn't matter anymore anyways." She looked down, then headed for the nearest cliff, looking out into the gray skies, the rain soaking her even more. Not that she was concerned about it at the moment.
'Not even a group of giant robots could save me from myself. It's as though I'm a walking trouble magnet, that just causes and creates trouble wherever it goes.' She sighed, not hearing Jazz rolling up behind her. "Why wouldn't it matter, Little Bee?" "Because I manage to wreck everything, and screw everything up." She murmured, her eyes still on the sky. "No ya don't." She looked down at something nudging her foot, and found Wheelie. She picked the little truck up and began petting his hood gently with a sigh. "I do, Jazz. It happened in the town before this, and now it's happening again. Just once, just this once, I want to stop causing trouble, and wrecking things, and just… be like Sam. Or Mikaela." She turned towards the Solstice, still holding Wheelie. "I'm sick and tired of this happening without any idea of how to stop it. Or how to change it. I just want to live a somewhat-normal life, without causing trouble. Apparently, that's too much to ask, because I got both." She turned around again, facing the ocean.
After a few more minutes, she set Wheelie down, but he worked his way onto her shoes, and stayed there until she picked him up again. She continued petting his hood, gazing out into the dark water that surrounded the little island. She heard Jazz pulling back, but was surprised when he rolled back to her side, and began nudging her leg insistently, pulling back then rolling forwards. She sighed and began walking in the direction Jazz wanted her to go, and she couldn't help but notice that he was nudging her towards the hangar. She heard the others following, and sighed, knowing that she didn't have a choice.
She entered the hangar, and shook her hair out at once, wringing it out as best as she could. Once that was done, she wasn't as cold, so watched silently as a yellow Camaro rounded a corner, heading towards her. She didn't have time to apologize, because Bumblebee began transforming. Abruptly, there was something wet flowing over her, in a stream like a powerful garden hose. She shut her eyes tightly so none of the liquid got in her eyes, but it continued flowing. "Bee, knock it off!" "Stop lubricating her!" She held out a hand towards where she thought they were, but otherwise didn't move.
The 'lubricating' stopped on its own a few minutes later, and she reached up to wipe it away from her eyes. "Fine, I deserved it." She replied, looking up at Bumblebee with a shrug. "He had every right to do it." She turned to the other Autobots. "I was a complete slagger to him yesterday, and I'm sorry for it. I shouldn't have done it." She looked up at him again, her green eyes sorrowful. Bumblebee's optics softened, and he went to pick her up. "A-ah. Not yet. I've gotta go get this stuff off, otherwise I'll smell like Bumblebee lube for the next few days." She flashed him a small smile, then headed back outside, heading for the human showers.
"What happened to you?" "Let's just say Bee told me to 'piss off' before I could apologize, Will." The pilot recoiled in horror, and Foxy nodded. "Yeah, so... word of advice. Never make him mad." With that, she continued on her way, nearly jumping into the shower. She scrubbed her hair thoroughly, where most of it had ended up. Thankfully, she was able to get it all out, but couldn't help smelling her hair every few minutes, afraid that the scent lingered. She headed back into the hangar, and was at once picked up by Jazz. "Sorry 'bout that, Little Bee." "Jazz, it's fine. Really. It wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but he was angry. I can live with that. It's not like it'll- What's all that banging?" Jazz set her down, and she discovered Bumblebee, getting knocked around by Ratchet and Ironhide, who were shouting about him 'lubricating' her.
"YO!" She shouted, and the two stopped to look over at her. "Let him go." "Foxy, he had-" "Let. Him. GO." She still got no response, and she drew herself up taller. "Now." Ironhide gave her a hard stare, then he let Bee down, eventually followed by Ratchet. Once the two had left, she went over to him. "You okay?" He nodded, then picked her up. "Bee, I'm really sorry. I just… You know what? Let's just say that I can't drive, and we'll be over and done with it." He nodded after a slight hesitation, then gave her a hug. She returned the favor as best she could, unable to stop the smile that spread across her features. "We good now? No other things you'd like to drop on me?" She grinned at that part, and began giggling. "I'd love to be able to do that… Just 'Oh, I don't like you. Have some of this!' Or 'Oh, I don't like your hair, it looks much better soaked!'" She began laughing, and Bee put a hand over his optics. "I know, I know, crazy thought." She replied with a shrug and held her hands up in defense. "My hair doesn't smell like… that, does it? I keep smelling it, but I'm not sure." He shrugged, and she joined him. "Oh well." As though to prove her point, she pulled a large chunk of it in front of her face, and took a large sniff. "See, it still has a tinge to it, I think. Either that, or I managed to get some up my nose." She laughed, then flipped her hair over her shoulder again. "More then likely I got some of it up my nose." She began sniffing, then her head tilted. She held up a finger, then began sniffing again. "You use regular, right? Regular gas? Fuel, whatever." The same finger she had held up had rotated upside down, and was now pointing at Bee, who nodded, looking at her in confusion. "I can tell." She replied with a cheeky grin. Bee face-palmed again, and Foxy laughed. "Still better then the smell of human 'lubricator', Bee." It was a strong, metallic-y scent, mixed with the smell of used gasoline and oil. "And to think, I was worried about my hair smelling like that."
"Ey, Little Bee. Ratchet wants ya." "All right, thanks, Jazz." Bee set her down, and, she reached a hand up to him. "C'mon, let's go." He extended a finger, and she grasped onto it firmly, then began heading towards the med tent. Bumblebee followed along behind her, attempting to not step on her. She let his finger drop once she reached the tent, and pushed open the giant doors. "Ratchet?" "You brought Bee." "Yeah, I did." She replied evenly, watching the medic out of slightly-narrowed eyes. He sighed, then picked her up. "If this is about that… then Bee knows already. He has known." "Hologram. Turn it on." He set her down on a platform, and she switched her vehicle hologram on.
"...How do you make it go?" Came her quiet voice, and Bumblebee face-palmed again. Ratchet shook his head, and Bee swapped into a Camaro. She watched carefully as he transformed into an Autobot again, then she lifted a tire. "So it's just-OH!" Somehow, she had managed to activate it, and soon she was examining the metallic hands she had gained, lifting up her feet to look at those as well. "Ohh, this is cool!" She exclaimed, looking down and noticing how small everything looked. Bumblebee was still about a head taller then her, and she estimated that she was about thirteen feet tall. "So this is what it's like. It's no different then being a human, just… a bit more metallic." She replied, and held up a foot, taking notice that it was gigantic. "Holy cow… This is… just wow…" She couldn't fathom how incredible it was to finally be like an Autobot. "Wait a minute.. I still sound like myself… where's the robotic-y edge to it-Oh! There it is!" She laughed, and thought she saw Ratchet roll his optics. 'Are there any weapons in this mode, Ratchet?' He shook his head, and she blinked in surprise. She hadn't said anything… "You've got your com on." "Oh." She quickly shut it off after a few minutes of figuring it out.
"I still need to see Ironhide then, eh?" The two nodded, and Foxy shrank back down to her human size. "What do you have, Bee?" For an answer, the plasma cannon emerged from his right hand, and missile launchers poked out of his shoulders. "Ooohh, this looks like it could do some damage…" She replied, her eyes wide with delight as she gazed upon the cannon, a slightly-eerie grin appearing on her face. Bee was quick to put it away, and her grin vanished at once. "Aww. I want a cannon like that, one that's super-powerful, Ratchet." She turned to the medic, who held up his servos. "Talk to Ironhide." "Bee, c'mon, we gotta go see if he's got any of those!" "Foxy, maybe it's best that we wait, captain." "I wanna fight some 'Cons, I wanna shoot them outta the sky, I wanna see the look on Megatron's face when he finds out who he's dealing with!" The sadistic grin was back, and Bumblebee began inching away from her, watching her cautiously. "We gotta go see what Ironhide's got!" She uttered a small squeal of delight, then began dancing in a small circle, her excitement unable to be daunted. "Foxy, these are literal weapons. They aren't playthings." "I know! That's what makes them cool! I reallyreallyreally want the cannon…" She replied, and the grin was back for another showing. It didn't fade as quickly as before, and Bumblebee picked her up. "You should begin with something simple. Not the cannon. Perhaps a simple automatic gun would be sufficient?" "But… once I'm ready I can pick the cannon, right?" Bee nodded, and the grin was back, paired with a slightly-startling evil laugh. "You're a rare human, Foxy." "Why? Because I enjoy shooting the big guns?" The grin began to tilt, and it wasn't long before a sarcastic, wry grin had replaced it. "No. Because you can be good, and yet completely evil at the same time." "Oh, that? Yeah, it happens." There was a glint in her eye that reminded Bee of the creepy grin from earlier, even though that tilted grin was still on her face. Somehow, it became creepier then the one she had worn before, as most of her sharp teeth were showing, making it look as though her mouth was full of nothing but razor-sharp, pointed teeth. He set her down, thinking that Megatron was definitely going to be sorry he had caged her up.
She assumed a neutral expression again, something seen so frequently, Bee knew what was coming. It was the face of an intense thought, making its way to the surface. Sure enough, not even two seconds later, the question popped out of her mouth. "Optimus has those blades, right?" Ratchet and Bumblebee shared a glance, then nodded. "Is it possible to get something like that? It's not a cannon, but I'd take it if Ironhide has one." "We aren't getting you a blade, Foxy." Bee replied, shaking his head. "Darn." She replied with a pout, then she looked up at Bee. "What about a laser, or something? Do any of you guys already have lasers?" "Ironhide doesn't do lasers. Not after that one time." Ratchet replied, looking over at Bee and chuckling. "What happened?" "He gave one to Bee, who had no clue what he was doing at that time, and Bee nearly took 'Hide's head off." Foxy's mouth was covered by a hand, and she looked up at Bee in disbelief. This robot, the one that had protected her with immense agility, had nearly taken off Ironhide's head? Bee shrugged, and Foxy laughed. "That's why he's got the cannon." "Lucky." Foxy mumbled, and Bee laughed. "So no lasers. Hmmph. What about… Oh! I saw Starscream and...oh, who was he… Thunderwhip?" "Thundercracker." "Yes! They could fly, and shoot missiles at the same time." "You aren't a seeker, Foxy. The answer's no." Foxy sighed, and her shoulders drooped. "So, no cannon, no lasers, and no flying. I can't think of anything else…" Bee petted her hair with a finger, then picked her up. "Go see what Ironhide's got." "Does he know?" "Of course. He and Optimus approved the entire thing." "Oh. Was that why he walked away?" Ratchet nodded, and Foxy face-palmed. "I should've figured that. He's what, twenty-something feet tall? And I'm barely five feet tall. There's no way he'd be afraid of anything, much less me." Bumblebee headed to find Ironhide, taking Foxy over to the weapons-training area.
Sure enough, he was there, and Foxy watched in surprise as he began sparring with Jazz. The two weren't shooting at each other, even if they were firing their weapons. Foxy guessed that they weren't loaded, and they settled in to watch the two fight. Once the two had finished, Jazz headed back to the hangar. Ironhide, however, stayed behind, and his optics found Foxy at once. He didn't say a word, and Bumblebee set Foxy down. "Weapons." She nodded, and got a nod from Ironhide. "Let's see it then." "All right." Her hologram started up again, and she concentrated on looking like Bee and Ironhide. It worked, and soon she was standing in between the two, looking from one to the other. Bee raised his hands over his helmet, and moved two fingers on each up-and-down, almost like ears, all the while making some sort of noise to accompany the motions. Foxy was about to ask him what he was doing, until she reached up a servo. She found a pair of ears, and her optics widened in surprise. There were ears on her helmet! "Do they move?" A sound came from outside, and she looked towards it. "They move!" He exclaimed, and Foxy grinned. "Sweet."
"A sword the shape of a curved tail." "Huh?" "There will be a sword curved like a tail, in this shape." Bumblebee drew a wavy vertical line, almost like a giant 'S' in the air, and Foxy nodded. "Okay, I'm seeing it." "Retractable claws." "Wicked. Like Wolverine?" "Who's this 'Wolverine'?" "He's a comic book superhero." Foxy replied shortly, and Bumblebee nodded. She began to think over the weapons she had received from C.H.R.O.M.E., making a mental checklist in her mind. 'Missiles? No, Bee's already got them. Gatling guns? Wouldn't really work, unless I put them in my shoulders, but they'd hit the sword…Ability to blend into my surroundings… hmmm…' "What about concealment?" Ironhide and Bumblebee shrugged. "You know, like blending into the environment, becoming invisible?" "You already have several alternate forms. You don't need invisibility." "All right, just trying to toss ideas around." "You let me do that, Foxy." "All right." She sighed, and got rid of every unused idea that was lying in her mind.
Ironhide eventually was able to envision her with missile launchers in her forearms, and she nodded. At least she wasn't fighting with just swords and claws. He got to work placing the claws in, three in each servo, between her fingers. They would be hidden in the backs of her servos, short enough to be hidden that way. She was glad that they were short, not wanting them to be too long, fearing that they'd be liable to snap easier. Each individual blade was roughly the same length as her middle finger, and were tapered so they ended in sharp points. Once he had finished installing them, she curled a servo into a fist, and watched as they popped out. "Like a cat's claws." She grinned, and they retracted again. "Again." Ironhide ordered, wanting to make sure that she could operate them. She nodded, and they flew outwards, her fist curled. "Hmm…" They retracted again, and she smiled, curling a fist but waiting to let them spring out. She pulled her fist back, and made like she was punching an invisible enemy, her claws flying out at the moment she had wanted, having to hold a servo out awkwardly so she didn't get slashed. "They're working fine. Try one at a time, otherwise if you do that you'll end up taking your head off." "I can use them one set at a time?" He nodded, and she attempted to just use one set. Once she had them popping out and retracting as she wanted, Ironhide nodded, then began working on putting in the missile launchers. They held small, 'femme-sized' missiles, as Ironhide put it, even though they had roughly the same power as a normal missile. She nodded to herself, and began aiming, not having any missiles just yet. Finally, the sword was brought out, and Foxy's optics went wide. "Ohh…"
It had a long, tapered blade that looked almost snakelike, and the handle was long, big enough for her to wrap both hands around it if she needed to. The blade itself was thick, and she guessed that was so it didn't break. It glittered innocently in the lighting, although Foxy knew what could really be accomplished with such a weapon. Ironhide had made up a sheath for it, and it hung low on her back, looking quite a bit like an ancient, Native-American-drawn tail that one would see carved on a totem pole. "This is… wow… it's…" She couldn't find anything suitable enough for the sword alone, and Bee snickered. "Hey!" She made a fist, and watched with satisfaction as the claws came out. "See these? These are my favorites." She assumed a fighting stance, the other set of claws popping out. "They just… feel right. I don't know why, but they do." She retracted both sets, then pulled the sword out of its sheath over her head, going into a stance with it held out in front of her. It was heavier then she expected, and she gripped it tightly in two hands. "I could really hack someone's legs off with this…" She muttered to herself, having forgotten about Bee and Ironhide watching her. Once she had finished with the sword, she resheathed it, then activated her missile launchers, taking aim at an imaginary target across the room, then pretending to fire.
Soon, she had completely forgotten that she wasn't alone in the room, and began an elaborate fighting sequence, the entire thing almost looking graceful, as though she weren't fighting, but dancing. Ironhide sighed, and Bee stifled a laugh, which was what drew her attention to them. She froze, the sword held tightly in two hands with the same stance she had held before. She instantly relaxed the tense position, holding the sword, tip down, in a hand, and laughed sheepishly, her head lowering guiltily. "Your fighting tactics are unique, and unusual. Where did you learn them?" "I learned them while spying. It's really helpful, especially if your opponents are cars." She replied, sheathing her sword. Bee nodded in understanding, and she shrank down to her Porsche hologram again. Once she had reached that point, she shut the hologram down, and once more was looking up at the two of them as a human. "Thanks, Ironhide." He nodded, and Bumblebee picked her up. "Now I can fight Megatron!" She exclaimed with a triumphant stance and a growl. "Not yet. There's still the matter of training." "Oh. Right. I forgot about that…" Bumblebee set her down, and she decided that she'd better get used to moving around in the Autobot shell.
She followed Bee out the doors of the training area, and jumped as her radio turned on. 'Who's watchin'? Tell me who's watchin'. Who's watchin' me? I'm just an average man, with an average life. I work from nine to five, hey hell I pay the price. All I want is to be left alone in my average home, but why do I always feel like, I'm in the Twilight Zone and… I always feel like, somebody's watchin' me! And I have no privacy! Oh oh oh! I always feel like, somebody's watchin' me! Tell me, is it just a dream? Oh oh oh! When I come home at night, I bolt the door real tight. People call me on the phone, I'm tryin' to avoid. But can the people on TV see me, can they, can they? Or am I just paranoid? When I'm in the shower, I'm afraid to wash my hair 'cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there. People say I'm crazy, crazy, just a little touched. But maybe showers remind me of 'Psycho' too much! I always feel like, somebody's watchin' me! And I have no-' The sound cut out, leaving Foxy standing there awkwardly, her head lowered. She was just glad that blushing wasn't something that happened to an Autobot. "Whoops…" She replied softly, and heard Bumblebee laugh. "Hey, c'mon, cut it out! It's not my fault I didn't know that if you think of something it finds the song that fits…" She could hear him laughing all the way back to the hangar as she followed at a distance, her shoulders sagging. However, as soon as she got in the hangar, Bumblebee turned on his radio and began dancing. Foxy laughed, and was quick to join him. 'So many girls in here, where do I begin? I seen this one, and I'm 'bout to go in. Then she said, "I'm here with my friends." She got me thinkin', and that's when I said, "Where them girls at, them girls at? Where them girls at, them girls at? Where them girls at, them girls at? Go get them, we can all be friends!"'
They continued dancing, and Foxy tried to ignore her sheathed sword thumping against her back gently. It was easy to put in the back of her mind, and the two of them continued goofing off, even getting Jazz to join in. "That's Little Bee?" "Guess I'm not so little anymore, huh?" She replied with a laugh, and blinked as she was put into a playful headlock by Jazz. "Sure! You're still shorter then me and Bee, so you're still Little Bee!" "Greaaat." She replied in a sarcastic tone, and winced as Jazz began noogieing her, just enough to hurt a little. "Jazz, c'mon!" "What'cha gonna do about it?" He taunted, laughing. His laughter quickly died down as she pulled her head out of his headlock, then tackled him, sending the two of them rolling. She pinned him to the floor by his wrists and hips, then gave him a taunting smile. "I'm gonna do a whole lot about it, Jazz." She replied in a purr, then let him up. "That was incredible, Foxy!" "Thanks, Bee." She turned to Jazz, who looked stunned. "Yeah, a girl just pinned you down. It's not the first time I've been put in a headlock, Jazz. I do have a younger brother who used to 'wrestle' me all the time. I know how to get out of pretty much anything." "Really, what about this?" He went to grab a foot, and she stepped to the side, so he went sliding away. "Yawn…" She replied.
"All right, gimme your foot a sec." "Child's play, Jazz." She replied lightly, but lifted a foot up, knowing what was coming. He grabbed it, and began to pull her towards him. She let herself fall onto her back, which brought him toppling over onto her. She had managed to get her other foot underneath him, and was now bouncing him into the air using only her feet. With one final yelp, he was sent flying through the air, landing roughly five feet away. He picked himself up off the ground, the only injury to his pride. Bumblebee and Foxy were laughing, and exchanged a servo-five. "You're really good at wrestling, Foxy." "Thanks, Bee. Wanna try it again, Jazz?" "No!" Foxy cracked up again at his response, and the two continued goofing around. "Ey! Who's this?!" "Hi, Wheelie." The little robot looked stunned, and she grinned.
"Hey, are either Skidz and-or Mudflap out on a mission? I've got the perfect way for them to hang out with me more." "Whazzup, Little Bee?" "Hey, Mudflap! You wanna wrestle?" "Nah, I'ma hurt you. I don't wanna do dat." "No you won't. Jazz just tried, and I think he got hurt more then I did. Or at least, his ego did." She gave Jazz a smile, and he waved a servo at her, he and Bumblebee wanting to see what became of this 'wrestling'. "C'mon, just one round?" "All right. But I'm gonna-" "Nope. Pretend I'm your brother. In fact, if you want me to, I could start shouting about something." She gave him a grin. "I'm not gonna do that, dude! You're a femme, that'd be like me hittin' a human!" "Oh, c'mon, please? It's not like I'm not asking for it… pleassseeeee….." She watched him roll his optics, then grinned as he finally agreed to go for one round. "Yeah! Thanks, Mudflap." "Sure, sure." Without warning, a bugle sounded from somewhere, and Foxy giggled as she realized that it had come from Bumblebee. "Kentucky Derby. Good choice." She gave him a smile, then launched herself at Mudflap without hesitation.
Mudflap, who wasn't expecting so much power from her right at the start, momentarily froze before launching into the match. The two tumbled across the floor, each trying to pin the other. He had her in a chokehold, and she had him around the waist. She managed to roll, and got him halfway pinned to the floor. Jazz and Bumblebee alternated between cheering Foxy's name and cheering Mudflap's name, not sure who they wanted to win. Foxy seemed to crave this kind of fighting, because she went absolutely wild with it. Within five minutes of the two starting, she had pinned him as she had pinned Jazz, and gave the red Autobot a smile. "I believe round one goes to moi, my friend." "I want a rematch." "Ohh, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that." She replied in a low purr, and again Bee produced the bugle. The two went at it almost instantly, each trying to shove the other back, off-balance. Being a different gender then her, Mudflap was easily able to knock her onto her back. This didn't bother her, as she soon was bouncing him as she had done Jazz. She sent him flying the same distance as Jazz, then launched herself to her feet and headed for him, going into a slide to grab his legs and servos, then pull them behind his back. Jazz and Bee were cheering excitedly, and Foxy grinned. "Pretty sweet, Little Bee." Mudflap said with a sigh, getting up after Foxy released him. "Thanks. I didn't hurt you, did I?" "Nah. You?" "I'm good." She gave him a smile, which quickly turned devious. "Wanna try again?" "No!" He exclaimed quickly, backing up. "Hey, Bee! You and Jazz wanna have a go in a tag-team?" Bee shook his head rapidly, while Jazz nodded. Bee had already seen her power, and wasn't so sure that he wanted it directed towards him. "Aww, c'mon, it'll be fine… Heck, we can go outside and pretend to get into a fight if you want." "Let's do it, Little Bee!" "Bee?" He shook his head again. "I'm no match against you." "Bee, sure you are." She tried coaxing him into it, but he couldn't be coaxed. "All right, you can watch, if you want to." She sighed, finally giving in. "Mind starting us off?" He shook his head, and the bugle played again.
The three went into a wrestling match against each other, all three fighting to be the winner. It was a tough time for Foxy, who seemed to have finally met her match. She couldn't fight both Jazz and Mudflap at the same time. She could hear Bee cheering for the three of them in turn, and smiled to herself, only to get Jazz's rear end in her face as he and Mudflap went at it. "Hey! Jazz, your butt is crushing me!" She exclaimed, and tackled both of them. She was instantly put into a headlock by Mudflap, and popped out of it easily. She pounced at him, and pinned him down, then turned her attention to Jazz. She leapt for his ankles, but missed, and instead was sent skidding across the floor. She scrambled to her feet, and was pinned down by Jazz with a foot before she could get up all the way. "Pretty good, Little Bee. For a femme." "You did not just go there, Jazz." She muttered, and attempted to get up, only to find that he hadn't released her. "Hmm…" Her mind whirled, and she managed to bump Jazz's foot up off her back, long enough for her to roll over, grab his foot, then yank him to the ground with it. She pinned him, but he got out of it and tackled her. "Nice try, femme." The word sent a ball of fire through her, and she squirmed and thrashed until she was out of his grip. Without even getting to her feet, she flung herself at him, and they were sent rolling again. She pinned his wrists, and he went to get up. He was almost off the ground when she shoved him back down again with an elbow to the chest armor. "Thanks, Jazz. It was a nice try. On your part." She replied, then let him up, extending a servo to pull him to his feet. "You're good." "Thanks. You all right, Mudflap? I didn't beat you too badly, did I?" "Nah, you're real good, Little Bee." "Thanks." She gave him a smile, then looked over to Bee. "How long was that, Bee?" He looked at her in surprise, and she laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Now what should we do? Wrestle some more?" "You don't act like a normal femme, Foxy." "That's because I'm not a normal femme." She proclaimed, and yelped as she was tackled from behind.
"Hey!" "Try to get out of it." "Okay." Her expression set, and she whirled around in a roll, taking whoever it was with her. They pinned her, and she slid out from underneath them. She leapt into the air above them, and she was amazed to find that she was wrestling with Ironhide. She came back down, and he caught her by the ankles, forcing her to the floor. Her mind locked on a trick she had learned while fighting her brother, and she used it. Her feet began flopping, and she separated Ironhide's grip on them with a growl of satisfaction. She flew to her feet, and leapt at him, only to be sent flying away as he moved aside. She launched herself at him again, and her arms flew around his ankles, which wrapped her around them. He staggered, and she seized the opportunity. Bumblebee, Jazz, and Mudflap were now silent, watching the fight in shock. He got her in an especially tight headlock, and she went to pull herself out. He only gripped tighter, and she thought of another idea she had learned. She threw her body weight forwards, as though going into a front flip. Ironhide went with her, and let her go to prevent himself from landing face-first on the floor. She whirled around, brought an arm down on his armor, and pushed him to the ground. She brought his servos back, and smiled, knowing that she had him. "I got out of it." She let them go, and he stood up. "Took too long. You should've been able to get out of it sooner." "Oh, c'mon, Ironhide… that was pretty good. After all, you are the weapons specialist. You know how to fight better then I do, and you're still taller then me." Bumblebee, Jazz, and Mudflap shared glances, unsure of how much better Ironhide was at fighting if Foxy had been able to pin him.
"You're definitely going into training tomorrow. And this time it's you and Bumblebee." Bumblebee's optics grew wide, and Foxy nodded, having just finished up another fight with Ironhide. "Sounds good. I've been trying to get him to do it all day, but he won't." "Then let's start the training now." Ironhide replied, looking over at Bumblebee. Bee swapped into his Camaro form, and Foxy laughed. "What's wrong, Bee? Afraid you'll get beaten by a femme?" Nothing happened for roughly five minutes, but then Bumblebee transformed, eying her playfully. "Yeaheah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Bee!" She exclaimed with a laugh, then her, Ironhide, and Bumblebee headed over to the training area.
Her and Bumblebee got into their preferred fighting stances, and Ironhide watched as they started. Bumblebee seemed to hang back at first, as though afraid of hurting her, but was quickly shoving her around as she was doing to him. He grabbed one of her servos, then used that to flip her once, and send her onto her back on the floor. She lay there for a minute or so, too stunned to move. In fact, all she could do was stare up at Bee, openmouthed in surprise. "Don't just lie there!" She scrambled to her feet, and came back at Bee, although her focus was off. All she could think about was how he had flipped her so easily. She watched as he brought his face shield down, and attempted to do the same, only to discover that she didn't have one. She sighed, then continued fighting Bee, trying to get the upper hand, or servo in this case. Bee continued ducking and dodging, and was able to pin her once, twice, three times, and more. Finally, Ironhide called out for them to stop, and Bee let Foxy up. Foxy couldn't make a sound, too shocked that she was that easy to pin. What had gone wrong?
She stood up, and as soon as she did, Ironhide began laying into her. "I… don't know what happened. It was like after the first time he pinned me, that was it!" She exclaimed, and Ironhide pinned her to the wall, intent on intimidation. "You think that Megatron is just going to let you crawl away? You think he's just going to let you alone once you're finished? No. You'll be dead! Now do it again!" With that, he flung her towards Bumblebee again. Bee said nothing, and she tried to not get mad, to not do something she'd regret. It was difficult, but she was able to push it down, then lunged into the fight, tackling Bee and sending them both rolling.
Bee was able to roll sideways, then pin her. Not wanting this to end so easily, she rolled over again, then pinned him, as she had pinned Jazz the first time. Abruptly, she gasped as she was flung off her sparring partner, then pinned by him. She set her expression, and got her feet underneath his middle, then used them to propel him up and over her head. She got back up, then got him in a headlock, which he was able to get out of. He tackled her, and they were sent rolling away again. Foxy got to her feet quickly, only to find Ironhide and Bumblebee apparently discussing something. Ironhide nodded, then looked to Foxy, finding her in a fighting stance. "You're going to try to use your claws this time." "But… I don't wanna hurt Bee…" "He's using his cannon." "All right…" And so the two assumed their familiar stances. Bee was the first one to advance, and Foxy quickly followed suit. The two ended up in a tangle of flailing limbs which rolled across the floor, first one way, then the other. Bee was able to pin her down flat with his left servo, then his right changed into his cannon. Foxy, seeing an opportunity, used a foot to knock him off balance, then rolled out of the way. Her claws popped out with a shing, and she went in for a punch. Bee jumped to the side easily, and Foxy frowned. Seeing that he could easily dodge, she decided on another tactic. Her claws retracted, and she was back to fistfighting against a plasma cannon. She was pinned by Bee again, and the cannon lowered closer to her face. With a soft, frustrated grunt, she extended her claws, then used those to push up on the cannon, and direct its blasting area away from her optics. Once she had him distracted using that, she pulled the same trick as before, hooking a foot around one of his ankles, then tugging just enough to put him off-balance. However, she didn't stop with just getting him off-balance, she brought him straight down to the ground, then pounced, her claws already retracted. The two rolled back and forth, both grappling with the other's arms.
Finally, it was down to who could pin who for the longest amount of time as they continued rolling and pinning each other down. Foxy tried to hook her foot around his ankle again, but he pulled his foot up, and stepped on hers, just enough to make it throb dully. She winced, then threw herself into the air, at the same time putting a spin into the movement. It spun the two of them through the air, and they came crashing down onto the floor, with Bee underneath her, pinned down as she had done to Jazz. "How's that for a fight, Bee?" She asked, giving him a smile then letting him up quickly, noticing that she had technically been 'straddling' him. "You seemed to know what you were doing that time. The ankle hook was good, but don't let it become one of your favorites, otherwise you'll find yourself with no feet." Ironhide told her, and she nodded, pulling Bumblebee up. In the process of doing that, she managed to put herself in a sitting position on the ground, and Bee laughed.
He extended a servo to her, and pulled her up easily, lifting her off the ground a little. "Thanks, Bee. That was fun." "You'll learn to like it even less when Optimus is watching." She fell silent quickly, and Ironhide nodded. Bee nudged her, and the two headed out, going across the 'road' to the hangar. Once there, Foxy sat down on the floor, and looked up at Bee. "Is Optimus really going to be watching?" Bee nodded, confused. "Ohh, man, this so isn't good. This is really, really, REALLY not good." Still Bee continued watching her in confusion, and she sighed. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to do this tomorrow, Bee. Not in front of Optimus…" He just continued watching her, looking worried as well as confused. "See, that's another one of my… moronic flaws. I tend to panic slightly when there's an audience bigger then two." She replied, and Bee face-palmed. "In my defense, I said it was a moronic flaw!" She replied, not wanting Bee to think she was being difficult.
Without warning, he grabbed one of her servos, and pulled her to her feet. "Bee, where are we going?" He didn't answer, and Foxy sighed, thinking that being dragged along by a giant Autobot to who-knows-where was never a good idea. Especially if the Autobot doing the dragging had just been bested by you in a fake wrestling match. Several times. "But Bee, I still need a face shield…" She complained, and he paused, then nodded, changing direction but not letting go. He headed into Ratchet's tent, and Ratchet soon came after them. "Bee, what'd you bring her in here for?" "I dunno. All I told him was that I need a face shield, and he starts dragging me this way. "That's all?" Foxy blinked in surprise, but nodded. Ratchet, seeing the weapons Ironhide had given her, nodded, and began casting one. He attached it, and once he had finished told her to try it. There was a loud clang, and something slid over her face. She could still see out of the two optic-holes, so it wasn't a problem, it just felt… odd. "You're a fox!" She looked out at the two in surprise, and Ratchet nodded. She headed for one of the windows, and looked into the slightly reflective pane.
Ratchet had designed her a face shield that looked like the snout of some sort of canine, most likely a fox. "Thanks, Ratchet." She replied, but it was muffled. "Ohh, slagger…" Thankfully, her voice was muffled, so Bee didn't catch her. She managed to get it open, and she noticed that it slid into the sides of her helmet, as Optimus' did. "Thanks, Ratchet. Now, where were you gonna take me, Bee?" He didn't say a word, and Foxy sighed, thinking that this was going to be a very long day. Bumblebee dragged her all the way to the others, who gave her confused looks. She waved a servo in greeting, as confused as they were. "Bee, why're ya draggin' Little Bee around?" "I wish I knew." Foxy replied, and that brought laughter from a few of the others in the group. "She's especially adept at fighting. For a femme." "Hey! I resent that…" "Then prove it." Ironhide replied, seeing where Bumblebee was headed with this. "I will!" Bee chirped happily, then continued dragging her towards the training area, his plan falling together perfectly. The others were following, including Optimus. Bee dragged Foxy inside the area, then let her servo go. The two got into their fighting positions, then both looked to Ironhide, who nodded once.
Foxy was first out of the gate, flying from the floor as though she were on springs. She pounced Bumblebee, sending both of them flying. He launched himself into it as well, and soon had her pinned, his cannon in her face. She extended her claws, knocked the cannon out of her face, then knocked his other hand away, bringing him crashing down on top of her. She used this to her advantage, grabbing his wrist, then pinning him down. He pointed the cannon at her, but she used her claws to pin it down. She activated her missile launchers, which were empty, and rotating the servo that was pinning down his wrist, she angled it at him. "She'll prove to be good, Ironhide." She heard Optimus' low tones, and smiled, letting Bee up after Ironhide told her to. "Was that what all that was about? Letting Optimus see me fight you?" Bee nodded, and she laughed. "Thanks, Bee. I guess I'm not scared of that anymore." He locked an arm around her shoulder armor, and she did likewise to him with a smile. "Hmm… probably should've thought about how we're gonna get out the door this way…" It was Bumblebee's turn to laugh, and he drew his arm away, heading towards the door.
Foxy was quick to follow him, and pounced him playfully from behind with a whoop. Bee returned fire, and the two literally rolled out the door, laughing and pinning each other down. Soon, Foxy was running away from Bee, who was chasing after her. Bee lunged and took her down to the ground, sending the two of them sliding across the soil. He soon had her pinned again, and she performed the same flip on him she had done earlier, then pounced him, pinning him down again. With a grin, she was off him in an instant, running away laughing. He got to his feet, then gave chase again, blocking her in a corner, swaying from side to side, not sure which way she was going to go. Turns out, she didn't go left or right, instead just leapt at him, sending the two of them flying. He managed to get out of her grip, then took off in the direction opposite them.
They had gone to the far side of the island, and Bee was leading her back towards the others, not even noticing that Jazz, Wheelie, Skidz, and Mudflap were watching. Foxy tackled him, and sent the two skidding across the dirt again. She let him up after a few minutes, laughing. "Bee, take a look! Our handiwork is incredible!" Sure enough, he turned around after getting up, and discovered several wide trenches in the ground in different areas, obviously from them tackling each other. "Ohh, we made such a mess." She proclaimed, and sounded as though she were proud of it. Bee nodded, and draped an arm over her shoulder armor again. She was only too happy to do the same, and together the two headed for the hangar.
Hi, everyone! I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever, my muse to update left me for a while. :/ I knew that I needed to get a chapter up for you guys that actually read this story, so here's the one I had typed up. I don't really think it's all that good, but... eh. It is what it is.