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"What do you mean he left?"
"Like I said Smokescreen, he needed to go return something that ghost had stolen, but he wanted to tell you farewell."
Smokescreen's doorwings drooped in disappointment mumbling "he couldn't just tell me in person." Smokescreen had wanted to talk to the ghost kid for a bit after he had finished off his section of the base with Bulkhead, but come to find out that Danny left sooner than expected. It was only when he had found Ratchet in the Energon Vault did he get some answers. Even if Ratchet said Danny wanted him to tell them he'd said goodbye Smokescreen would have preferred it if was done in person. Smokescreen nodded in silent acceptance before walking out, "I'll be in my room" he called quietly over his shoulder, the tightness in his voicebox was becoming much more noticeable.
"Smokescreen wait," hearing Ratchet's voice suddenly gave Smokescreen pause, it didn't hold that gruff sound that was the telltale sign that he was annoyed with him, it was soft with concern and doubt making his tanks clench at the unfamiliar tone, his anxiety that has been present since earlier was bubbling closer to the surface and Smokescreen could feel the slightest of trembles stirring up in his slacken servos. Did he always tap his pedes this much? he was no longer certain if this was him pretending he was fine or if his nerves were really showing. "If you need to talk to him about something Phantom said to just give him a call." Ratchet said stacking up the needed cubes to refuel the ground bridge in the crook of his arm. Smokescreen nodded but nothing more of an response came from him before he continued on his destination.
Once out of sight Smokescreen felt the trembles growing much more intense finding it hard to keep his hands still even after clenching them into fists. He didn't want the others to see him like this, he just wanted to get to his room without running into one of his teammates, it was clear as day that they felt just as screwed up as he was but it was for the best if there was one less bot to worry about if he acted like today hadn't affected him as much. Smokescreen's spark throbbed with a feeling that he couldn't quite describe, perhaps fear was the closest thing to it; there felt like someone was watching him waiting for him to let his guard slip. He had felt it when they were all gathered in the Rec. room when Danny went to retrieve the phones, when he'd tagged along with Bulkhead he'd had thought that maybe being within the former Wrecker's presence would make it go away, or so he hoped. Now that feeling of apprehension was growing stronger now that he was alone. Were the hallways always this dark or were they growing darker? Smokescreen's cooling fans hitched, the shadows; they were closing in on him.
Thump Thump
Smokescreen didn't know when he'd started running, but the sounds of pedes meeting metal alerted him he was doing so in the growing dark haze that swam in any lingering shadow in the halls, it wasn't long afterwards before he made it to his dorm and let the door slide shut behind him, pressing his back against it feeling the trembles growing worse as they made their way to his legs making it difficult for him to keep standing, the wall behind him was the only constant thing offering stability. Smokescreen's frame shook violently as he fought to get the shaking under control, his optics darted about his quarters searching for the nonexistent threat that might've slipped inside with him, servo slapping against the wall searching for the light switch until it landed on the electrical component and with shaking digits swiped it upwards. The room was engulfed in bright light stinging at his eyes making the pounding in his processor increase before his finger brought the switch lower to adjust it to a dimmer setting. Everything about his being felt off; like he was just as unbalanced as the room was in his tilting vision, Smokescreen wanted to just lie down on his berth and hope that his vertigo would come to pass, sleeping sounded pretty good right now.
Now with a new goal in mind, he took a moment to gather himself, pushing himself from off of the wall Smokescreen took a few steps in front of him, nearly lurching forward when the world tilted unexpectedly downwards, it was by sheer luck that he even caught himself in time. Flopping onto his berth Smokescreen curled up into himself just glad that he no longer had to move any further, Smokescreen rolled over and faced the wall that offered little to no light hitting the space and let his optics slide shut hoping for sleep to claim him.
The darkness growing behind his eyes was becoming familiar as the feeling of fatigue settled over him, his body was growing lax and his mind grew foggy. The feeling of recharge was just within his grasp.
Visions flashed violently within his processor of false memories that were earned earlier when he was under that ghost's control, reminding Smokescreen of his true fear that lurked deep within, a fear that he kept hidden behind false smiles and enthusiasm from those he'd come to consider as his friends. A strangled gasp tore through his vocalizer as he sprung upwards, optics blown wide as the tried to focus on the blurry image of his room as the memories began to fade Smokescreen once again was raked in trembles. So recharge was out of the question then. "It's okay, it's okay" Smokescreen repeated to himself steadying his shaking voice "I'm still here; at base with everyone else still. No need to get worked up over nothing." Too bad he didn't feel much reassurance from the words.
Talking, yeah talking was good. It filled the void of silence and made him feel less alone, especially when he was he could pretend he was talking to someone, ramble about anything knowing nobody would get annoyed with him for doing so for he was the one he was having a conversation with. But that didn't sound very appealing, Smokescreen didn't want to only hear his voice he wanted- no, needed a response to combat the darkness surrounding him to solidify that he was awake, that he was still here existing in this time. Smokescreen worried at his bottom lip plate feeling both uncertain and frustrated, his spiraling thoughts were becoming too much to handle leaving his mind in a state of unease, staring at the ceiling wishing his processor to feel as blank at it looked once he rolled over onto his back. Smokescreen couldn't go to his teammates about this no matter how much a part of him just wanted to; Smokescreen needed to go to an outside source.
Well, Danny offered according to Ratchet, but given how quickly he left to return something made Smokescreen question if the kid left for some other reason, like Danny wanted to get as far away from them after what happened. Entertaining the thought further Smokescreen came to the conclusion that it held no legitimacy given how reluctant Danny was to leave in the first place it would be considered counterproductive for him to do it now and disregarded the thought. Danny was good source if any and if he was being totally honest with himself Smokescreen was starting to become fond of the little snot rocket, if not only for the fact that he was the perfect candidate to be on the receiving end of his pranks then for the fact that Danny was fairly easy to get along with, sass aside Smokescreen found that he enjoyed the banter match they had going on, it was something he didn't have with the other members of his team seeing as some of the would get annoyed with him -cough, Arcee and Ratchet, cough cough- it seemed that Danny didn't really mind that much and came across as to actually liking the oil vs goop battle when Smokescreen spotted the large grin Danny sported in the heat of it all.
Might as well give it a shot, I've got nothing to lose. Smokescreen raised a servo and activated his , searching his internal hub until he came across Danny's number and dialed.
Rrriiinnng...
Smokescreen wondered if Danny would even answer recalling the last time he rung the Ghost Boy up he didn't really want to talk to him. Would Danny be irritated with him for calling? maybe Ratchet had misheard him and Danny didn't want to talk to them. Smokescreen's tanks churned uneasily with apprehension at the thought, his vents stuttered, he was beginning to feel a bit sick.
Rrrriiiiiiinnng... Rrriiiiinnnnng...
Danny still hadn't answered, perhaps he was too busy to in the first place. Smokescreen dragged a hand down his face in exasperation; why was he getting so worked over this? so what if Danny didn't answer, it wasn't the end of the world. Sure, that would mean Smokescreen wouldn't have anyone to talk to so he wouldn't feel so fragging alone in the confines of his room which happened to be... Really dark even with the light on... Smokescreen swallowed thickly swearing he just felt something crawl along his spinal strut.
Rrriiinnng... Rii- "*Hey Smokescreen- at least I think it's you since it say's 'Smokey' as the caller ID on my phone, it's you right?*"
Smokescreen nearly leapt off his berth startled at the sound of Danny's voice suddenly coming through, having started to become accustomed to the dull ringing to slice through the silence of his room. Realizing that Danny had asked him a question Smokescreen suddenly found it hard to answer, everything that he wanted to say escaped him leaving his mouth feeling dry. Great, he had wanted to talk to someone and now that there was a person to talk to Smokescreen couldn't find the words to do so.
"*Hello?*"
Scrap
, if he didn't say something soon then Danny was going to hang up. He just needed to get his stupid mouth to work. "Ye-yeah, it's me." Finally something comes out, Smokescreen realized with a wince, since when was it so hard to talk? especially since this was him?
Danny's end grew quiet seeming to detect his hesitation, the light mood Danny had disappeared instantly taking on a much more serious tone. "*Hey are you doing okay? you don't sound like yourself. I can always turn around and come back if you need me to, just ask Ratchet to open up a portal and I'll be there in a matter of seconds.*" The sound of the wind in the background gradually diminished, leading him to believe that Danny must have landed somewhere to talk more comfortably. Smokescreen shook his head, given how long ago Danny left he was probably far enough to be close to civilization plus he was making a delivery run.
"No, I'm doing alright." Smokescreen answered, somehow feeling like he was lying upon denying the suggestion. "Besides, you're still returning that thing Technus stole right?"
"*Yeah...*" Danny admitted a note of concern leaking into his tone"*but are you sure? I can get you something like ice cream or chocolate- no wait, that's for Mom and Jazz.*"
Smokescreen wasn't certain if he was supposed to hear the last mumbled part but he did, but what Danny was talking about Smokescreen wasn't too certain, though one part stuck out to him among the rest.
"Soooo... June's your Mom too?"
A great deal of silence hung over the other end of the transmission, Smokescreen wondered if Danny had hung up on him before a minute passed Danny finally replied.
"*...What.*"
"Well Jack calls June 'Mom' all the time" Smokescreen quickly elaborated "and since you said 'Mom' then means your talking about her right?"
More silence issued before a heavy sigh was heard "*...Smokescreen you don't know a lot about Earth culture do you?*" When Smokescreen couldn't find himself to answer that, Danny continued "*not everyone has the same parent or Mom in this case, it's like saying your team has a leader and the Decepticons has theirs, but it doesn't automatically mean that both factions have the same leader. So when Jack and I say 'Mom' it doesn't mean that we are referring to the same person.*"
This just made Smokescreen even more confused as his face pulled into a disgruntled frown, the answer just stirred up more questions "well then how do you even get a mom in the first place?"
"*Wha? errr-its... Uh.*" Danny sounded like the question had caught him off guard, becoming flustered with his response."*Look, I am NOT going to explain 'the birds and the bees' talk. it's already all types of weird and- and embarrassing. I doubt I should be the one trying to teach it to you.*"
"What does Bumblebee have to do with this?"
"*Oh my god.*" By the muffled ness Smokescreen suspected that Danny's face now rested in his hands. Smokescreen was starting to get a little irritated, given Danny's reaction he felt like he should already know what the Ghost Boy was talking about, like it was common knowledge but he was just too stupid to grasp it. "*Ask Ratchet or Jack's Mom; assuming she knows about you guys. They can probably explain it better than I can. How are Cybertronians born anyway? if it similar to humans than that should give you a basic idea.*"
Smokescreen frowned in thought "well most of the time we come out of the Well of Allsparks."
"*Which is?*"
"A big hole in the ground leading to the planet's core that requires the Allspark in order to produce life."
"*...*"
"Danny? you still there?"
"*Yeah... you know what? you have fun with that. If that's all you wanted then I'm going to hang up.*" Danny hastily replied just entirely done with this conversation and wanting to escape anymore awkwardness asap.
"Wait wait!" the conversation was proving to be a great distraction from the storm within his mind, the spiraling thoughts had calmed down for the time being since Smokescreen had someone to talk to, feeling like he had been placed in the eye of a hurricane. Though now with the thing keeping him tethered here was threatening to snap, drag him back into the raging winds wanting to tear him apart from the inside, teetering on the edge of panicking, Smokescreen wasn't willing to let it go so easily.
"*What?*"
"Can you..." Smokescreen trailed off, waving his hand about trying to grasp the right words, knowing what he wanted to get across but the sentences in order to convey them felt blurry and just out of reach brushing past the tips of his mental digits. "Can you... can I just talk to you about something? like no judgement or interrupting and just... Listen? maybe this sounds ridiculous or something but I just need to talk to someone. I don't know who else I can talk to about this." Smokescreen drew out a long sigh to settle his nerves, the desperation was rising to the surface and it was beginning to show in his voice.
"*Okay.*"
That one simple word filled him filled him with relief, making the knot in his tanks lessen a bit of the unease that had taken root there. Smokescreen took a moment to collect himself, figuring out what he wanted to say beforehand stringing the sentences together and untangling the jumbled mess that wanted to come out.
"Truth is, I don't know if I'm okay. Ever since I arrived on earth and joined Team Prime I always had this thing bothering me. It's nothing big or anything it's always there and usually I'm able to forget about it after awhile, but... Whatever Technus did to me, I can't ignore it. I keep seeing it everywhere and now I can't sleep."
A moment's pause and Danny still didn't say a word, Smokescreen took it as his cue to continue.
"I don't like the dark, Danny. I know, I know. It sounds like something a Sparkling would say but I'm not afraid of the nonexistent Insecticon hiding somewhere in my room."
"*Why then?*" Danny prompted gently, no hint of teasing or contempt in his tone but genuine curiosity.
"I don't know," Smokescreen draped an arm over his optics thinking the question over, growing irritated with himself for not having a straight answer "the life I had before on Cybertron wasn't really the best when I was trying to make a name for myself, I didn't really have anyone to talk to- sure there was Alpha Trion but I didn't feel like talking to him about everything, but he was the only bot I ever had as a friend. And then one day when the cons attacked Iacon I was ready wanting to prove what I'm made of, thinking 'finally here's my chance to get in on the action' before everything faded to black. The next time I wake up I'm on a Decepticon prisoner ship, Primus knows how long I was out for before I managed to get free and sneak into an escape pod. I'm forced into hypersleep for decades. Next thing I know I'm waking up on Earth though everything I knew? that life was life was taken away from me with Alpha Trion along with it. Though here, I'm part of a team led by the Optimus Prime, alongside bots and humans I would like to consider my friends, it felt like destiny. Life on earth is as good as your gonna get. I can honestly say that I'm happy."
Danny still listened silently taking everything that Smokescreen said in, he took it that Danny was mulling it over before making a dull hum in understanding. Smokescreen picked up where he left off.
"But... Sometimes I feel like it's only temporary, that one day I'm going to wake up and everything is going to disappear again, the team, the base, the humans, you, everything. I'm just going to be lost and alone drifting into different lives until I lose them all over again. The darkness reminds me of being asleep for so long. I didn't even dream, it was just a fog of pitch black that I couldn't wake up from. So sometimes I wonder if I'm still here..." Smokescreen trailed off before he blinked in realization. Whoops, he didn't mean to ramble too much. So what do you do in this situation when you didn't want the person you're talking with to become just as worried? laugh it off. "Heh yeah, this is just stupid, sorry I just dropped all this baggage on you. Worrying over something like this is pretty lame am I right? just forget that I said anything."
"*If it's something that is bothering you then you have a right to be afraid*" Danny said after a moment. Smokescreen could just hear the frown in his voice, the unvoiced pity just threatening to leak through.
So Smokescreen just tried to wave it off "pfft, afraid? I never said anything-"
"*I don't like lightning.*" Danny admitted, sounding like the confession strained him to do so instantly shutting Smokescreen up, "*the bright sudden flashes reminds me too much about the accident- how I died. Sometimes my mind would just click in panic thinking I'm going to die all over again, waiting for the pain that I know is coming until it never does. I'm getting better at ignoring it but it can still catch me off guard when I'm not at my best. So what I'm trying to say is, everyone's got scars that run deep or could be compared to a light scratch, some are in the process of healing while others are still fresh. It doesn't make you any less of a person for having them or weak for admitting them. And I get where your coming from, you don't want to lose those you care about and be hurt in that way again, I don't know what's in store for your future and I can't make you any promises, all I can say is to cherish every moment you spend with your team like it's your last, to live in the now and not fret over something that might not even happen, you can get through anything knowing that your time was well spent with them.*"
It was quite rare for Smokescreen to be at a loss for words when someone had a conversation with him, but it was bound to happen if you spoke with such honesty like Danny had, which was weird for him seeing as Smokescreen had kinda saw Danny as a rival and maybe Smokescreen was reading in between the lines here but it sounded like Danny spoke from experience, that didn't sit well with him. If it was true then how could Danny remain so positive most of the time? was it a mask like the one he often put up to hide the pain he was in? nonetheless Smokescreen was grateful for the advice and knowing that there was someone who understood, glad that Danny even talked to him. The speech didn't just magically make his worries go away, they were still there but fainter as he mulled the words over in his head, Smokescreen's conscious may not have been completely convinced but he was willing to keep it in mind. With a grin he could only find one simple sentence to express his gratitude.
"Thanks Casper, guess your not so bad after all."
A snort was heard from Danny as the mood instantly brighten, washing most of Smokescreen's worries away like a tidal wave. Yup, Smokescreen was definitely starting to see Danny as his friend, as weird as that sounded. "*Like you're any better Smokes-a-lot*" Danny pointed out "*remember earlier with the oil?*"
Smokescreen chuckled lightly with a shake of his head, feeling in much higher spirits. "How could I forget?" given how long they spent deep cleaning the Training Room it was kinda hard to ignore the slight ache to his digits every time he flexed them. It would be awhile till he felt like pranking anyone in the near future to the extent that he had this morning. "We still need to get back at Bee after he dumped that glitter on us though."
"*Oh... Right.*"
Danny hesitated Smokescreen noted, he thought that Danny would be all in for some sweet payback against Bumblebee seeing as he kept grumbling in the shower about looking like a vampire from a bad romance novel or something. Smokescreen decided at that point that Danny was an enigma, soon as you thought you had him figured out the teenage ghost would throw you for a loop, finding it best to not make into something it wasn't and drop the topic.
"Hey Danny?" rolling over onto his chassis Smokescreen found a much more comfortable position and settled his head into the crook of his arm, Danny hummed in response. "Do you believe in destiny?"
"*You mean like fate and stuff?*"
"Yeah."
"*Then no I don't.*" Danny stated with a certainty that made his tanks drop. Smokescreen frowned in disappointment, everyone else seemed to think that way as well given how his team reacted every time he'd would bring it up. But Smokescreen didn't just want a vague answer, he was tired of them. Smokescreen doubted that he could pose a sound argument to change Danny's mind but he wanted to understand why Danny was so adamant, his resolve on the matter was like steel unbending and solid like a well-known fact over reality versus fantasy.
"Why?"
"*I don't like the thought of having no control over my future, that everything is set in stone. That everything that's happened is fated, that an event is destined to become reality no matter the outcome. You should control your destiny, not some old ancient prophet or something that spouts prophecies out their butt whenever they feel like it.*"
"Oh." Well that made sense, Smokescreen never thought to look at it that way with his mind being influenced by the tales he would pick up and read about heroes going on adventures and learning about a great destiny they had to fulfill, to vanquish the evil with their relentless bravery and sweet fighting skills before it concluded to a happy ending. For a long while Smokescreen wanted to be like those heroes, to fall into a role of greatness, to be a legend for others to read up on and admire. But not everything plays out like it had in the stories he was starting to learn, great bots died in the war that still took place today, ones that would never get to live out their lives and receive that happy ending that rested on the last page of the story, one bot didn't have the ability to win an entire war within a week; much less a day. So who was he fooling? Was that why the others disregarded the word without a moment of hesitation?
"*But... Maybe for you, it could be.*" Danny seeming to had sensed the disappointed frown on the rookie's face continued with a much more encouraging tone "*if that's something you want to believe in and you have a different perspective on it.*"
Smokescreen's optics snapped up, surprised at Danny's unexpected response. "Really?" Smokescreen could almost imagine Danny nodding, shooting him that lopsided smile he had a habit of doing.
"*Really.*"
Wow, just wow, he was just at a loss for words which seemed to be becoming an occurrence tonight, but he could honestly say that he felt a lot better than earlier and at this point could just sit in silence and listen to Danny talk without feeling the need to add his input to the conversation, if Danny was willing to listen to his ramblings then Smokescreen wouldn't hesitate to return the favor whenever the Ghost Boy needed to vent.
Danny's light laughter flittered through his com. as the sound of the wind became apparent; Danny must've started flying again. "*Heh, no problem Smoke-Bomb, I may just take you up for that offer one day.*"
"Wait, did I just say that all out loud?"
"*Yes, you did.*"
Smokescreen groaned dramatically much to Danny's delight earning more laughter to come through to Smokescreen's chagrin. Despite meaning what he said Smokescreen decided that Danny could be a real pain in the aft to deal with when he was like this, or at least when he was at the other end of Danny's taunts. "I hate you; you fragging little half-pint," Smokescreen grumbled halfheartedly.
"*aw, you know you love me.*" Danny bantered back easily knowing there was no real malice to his words."*And hey! I have a reasonable height for my age! not everyone can be a giant robot.*"
"Of course you are." He replied with a hint of mockery edging into his tone. "So what are you doing now?" Smokescreen asked to change the topic once Danny's exaggerated giggles died down.
"*Flying mostly, I ran into a few ectopuses not too long ago and defeated them pretty easily- and please do not ask what those are.*"
Smokescreen wasn't planning on it, well not exactly. Nonetheless he hummed non commentary to let him know he understood. "Are you nearing your destination yet?" a part of him hoped Danny was so they could end their conversation and not risk becoming a target for Danny's laughter again, but mostly for the fact that he was running out of things to talk about as fatigue was making itself apparent in his processor, optics shuttering unwillingly into murky warm darkness before fluttering open once more, not wanting to slip into recharge just yet, though that was kinda what Smokescreen was going for in the first place when he'd entered his quarters.
"*Nope!" Danny said popping the 'p' with his lips "still got at least ten minutes before I get there. Why? you trying to get rid of me?*"
Aw, Danny caught on pretty well. If only he would have earlier then we wouldn't have had to clean our mess up from our DIY Turf war. Well what's done was done.
"Yeah kinda." Smokescreen said through a yawn, deciding to skip any hint of deception and just go for flat out honesty "but mostly because I'm starting to feel the day catching up to me."
"*I was going to call you rude buuut it that case, you want me to let you go so you can be princess Aurora?*"
"Who?"
"*Never mind.*"
"Fine, yeah just one question," Smokescreen agreed "just what did you and Ratchet talk about so he didn't give a wrench sized injury?"
"*Just you know, stuff. I took your advice about telling him about the Ghost Zone which had him pretty interested. I also told him about the time I was sick and- wa-wait!*" suddenly Danny sounded breathless like he just realized something, an excited giddiness overtook his tone before saying "*Smokescreen I really need to let you go, I just thought of the greatest comeback and I really need to call Ratchet before I forget it! bye Smokescreen!*"
"uh, goodbye?" was all Smokescreen managed to say before Danny abruptly hung up, confused but too tired to dwell on it further Smokescreen let his head drop into the crook of his, surrendering consciousness to the void of sleep in a matter of minutes. Body powering down before a final, content sigh left him.
~~~~~~TFP~~~~~~
Ratchet released a weary sigh upon seeing all the broken electronics he'd dropped littered across the floor, some more broken than prior. Bending over he started the tedious clean up process by picking up the devices and tucking them into the crook of his arm. The others were already starting to retire to their dorms, leaving him alone alongside Optimus whom's digits flew across the key pad for a monitor looking for information on relics. The silence was peaceful allowing Ratchet to unwind greatly, his only hope was that the others were either recharging or indulging in some peaceful activity that allowed them to relax from such a stressful day so Ratchet could enjoy this moment of peace much longer.
He couldn't deal with anymore sullen expressions, Primus knew he was no therapist, nor did have the patience to be fully successful.
It was when Ratchet bent over to reach for the broken datapad that managed to slide under some heavy equipment did his com. link start beeping, alerting Ratchet that someone was trying to get into contact with him specifically instead of just trying to go through the main communication hub. Immediately he drew a digit to his com. accepting the call. "Hello?"
"*Ratchet?*"
Danny? pausing in his movements Ratchet's processor raced. Why was he calling him? did something happen? was he in trouble?
"Yes?" concern leaked through his tone upon answering, standing upright his optics focused on nothing in particular awaiting for a response.
"*Ratchet he... He was...*" it sounded like Danny was having trouble reclaiming his breath, perhaps a sign of overexertion? was he being chased? a weired choking noise was heard however faint, questioning in the back of his mind what is was.
"He was what?" Ratchet prompted, all calm was out the window now feeling the tension growing in his tanks once again, Optimus seemed to have caught onto his unease as he spared him a concerned glance but remained quiet however.
"*Ratchet... He- hah hah!- was covered in my-hah!- boooo-gers!*"
Finally Ratchet was able to identify the choking noises as hardly concealed snickers which grew into full blown laughter once the message was delivered, leaving Ratchet to furrow his brows in disgusted anger as the terrible pun reminded him of the story he had been forced to listen to earlier.
"*Hah ha ha hah! g-get it? 'cause I'm-*"
Danny's number was immediately blocked for a few days after that.
~~~~~~DP~~~~~~
A few days went by since the incident with the technology obsessed ghost and since then Danny released him and the few Ectopuses he entrapped in the depths of the thermos into the Portable Portal in the basement, (if you could even call it that, it was probably meant to be a small laundry room at best. It had nothing on the lab back home) at first Danny looked it over skeptically; this being the first time he'd even laid eyes on the device because last time he had been lucky enough to find a small tear in reality leading to the Ghost Zone where he none too gently deposited the Box Ghost in there, at Boxy's shocked expression Danny fixed him with a glare and stuck his tongue out right before the interdimensional rip closed for good.
Why was he so skeptical? because the the thing looked more like a toilet, it had a handle and everything, though it was small enough to carry without much difficulty. Danny peered inside of the bowl to find a swirling, sluggish green sea glowing in it's familiar glory. Plunging the uncapped thermos quickly inside, he pressed the release button while simultaneously pushing the handle down. Faint screams were heard before disappearing; the Ghost Zone swirled quickly for a minute even making a gurgling sound that made him frown in worry, but not long afterwards it settled like nothing happened. Danny had to snort at that before phasing through the ceiling to get to his temporary room.
The 'Portable Portal Porta-potty' more like it.
During those past few days the Autobots haven't invited him back to base, nor bothered to contact him. Danny walked through the heat of a summer day alone towards the nearest Starbucks to grab a cold drink, his parents had drove off this morning to city hall to get permission to search an area in town that they suspected to have paranormal activity; which would have still been true if they caught him battling the Ectopuses a few nights back. Danny trudged on, sweat perspiring underneath ink black bangs sticking uncomfortably to his skin, short sleeves rolled up as far as he could to feel the near nonexistent wind better, his hair color was like a beacon for the dreaded heat as Danny grumbled in irritation under his breath; why did he even leave the house in the first place? sure the AC broke but it may have been better to sit at home then the hell he was putting himself through. He attempted to fix the darn thing in a fit of frustration but only seemed to had made the matter worse, the AC unit looked nothing like the one his parents built back home so he hadn't the slightest clue as to what he was doing. Don't get Danny wrong, his parents taught him how to fix and build a few weapons but this was like knowing how to put together a bicycle but then was expected to build a motorcycle without the blueprints. Yeah you know that isn't going to work out.
With a huff he wiped away the gathering sweat against his forearm, weaving around oncoming passerbys who looked at him with concern. Danny didn't care in the slightest, just wanting to reach his destination soon so he could rehydrate now that his Ice core was running on fumes to keep him from having a heatstroke. Seriously! what kind of idiot leaves the house in this heat!? oh right, this guy!
There is a reason why he decided to stick to footwork instead of just flying to wherever, a hesitant feeling kept crawling along his spine and into gut for some reason, Danny tried to shrug it off from being in close contact with so many people but it still bothered him.
A smoothie cafe came into view making him come to a halt, contemplating the small place over. Should he keep walking in this dreaded heat and risk passing out to get a frappuccino or should he just stop here while the going was still good?
It wouldn't hurt to just take a look around, he compromised, tongue grazing over chapped lips to moisturize them Danny pushed the door open and walked into the place, a jingle of a bell sounded upon his entrance, alerting the employees of a new customer. Danny's head was on a constant swivel as he took the place in, it wasn't half bad. Small, but not too crowded giving the cafe a small cozy feeling. It was pretty quiet as well making it a great place for people to relax in one of the many chairs accompanied by a small table to read at, like a few customers were doing now; smoothie cup not too far from their reach. Seeing someone on their laptop made him turn back towards the window. Seems like they got wifi here. He noticed making an impressed noise in the back of his throat. At least it got air conditioning, hallelujah!
Walking up to the counter he snagged a small bag of Cheese Puffs as an employee was coming to place his order, with a quick glance at her name tag Danny found out her name is Brenda.
"Hello there and welcome to 'Smooth Slurp Smoothies'! aka the 'SSS'!" Brenda exclaimed cheerfully with a bright smile, making him wonder if she was always this exuberant or if it was part of the job description. "Here you can create your own exotic smoothie with any ingredient you desire to make what your taste buds yearn for a reality!" Danny's eyes had been trailing over the menu on the black chalkboard hanging behind the counter before his attention instantly snapped towards her, a small conspiring smirk settled on his face, intrigued by this information.
"Anything you say?"
The bright grin Brenda wore faltered slightly seeming to catch the mischievous tone and the defiant, excited fire that burned in his eyes. But it was was back in a instant seeming to take this as a challenge, eyes narrowing, lips quirking upwards to match his conniving smirk. "Yes, as long as it's edible and isn't illegal to have."
That last bit made Danny wonder how many people had tried to smuggle marijuana in here and if any managed to get it blended in without getting busted by the cops, he could only hope that ones that did were using it for medicinal purposes only. "Okay." Danny agreed slowly "Then I would like a kiwi and chocolate fudge blend."
Brenda remained unimpressed like it wasn't her most wildest of orders that she had the pleasure of taking, still her cheerful demeanor remained. "Would that be all?"
Danny threw the bag of Cheese Puffs onto the countertop having been out of sight beforehand, picking it up Brenda rung it up adding it to Danny's tab before handing the bag back to him, but paused halfway when Danny shook his head "I want this in there too." Now that made her cringe, the feeling of accomplishment washed over him as Danny took it as a silent win, trying to mask the victorious grin threatening to split his face. Brenda walked towards the massive fridge and pulled out the necessary ingredients, heading for the blender she added them. In went the frozen pieces of kiwi and chunks of fudge, followed up by the opening of the cheesy snack as he asked her to put the whole bag in. The poor girl looked about twenty years of age; she was too young to die of puking and yet she seemed ready to leave the living plane right then and there willingly.
At this moment Danny was finding it hard to feel sympathy, it was just too dang hot and he just wanted his smoothie, anticipating for that relaxing coolness to make the burning heat inside him fade. Once the blender was turned on Brenda fixed him with a worried look "I don't mean to sound rude here but where are your parents kid? cause if your smoothie concoction somehow makes you sick to the point where you need to go to the hospital, they'll need to be there for you." Danny nodded along not really to agree but more in understanding, lips pursed his foot tapped to an unknown tune.
"They're around."
"Seriously?" she asked with a arched brow, "how old are you anyway? eleven? and you're running around town without adult supervision?"
If Danny had his smoothie drink right then he would have simultaneously did a spit take and slam his cup down, growing red in a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance he struggled to get control over his voice. "I'mfourteen!" his voice broke into an unexpected higher pitch, a telltale sign of puberty being a factor in his life.
Brenda shot him a sheepish look but otherwise didn't bother to offer some form of apology, though he swore he heard her mutter "could have fooled me." Instead she switched the blender off and poured it's contents into one of the SSS's trademark branded cups, sealing it with a plastic lid she handed it over to Danny along with a straw still in the wrapping. After paying the grand total of $5.99 Danny stuffed the receipt in his pocket before unpackaging the straw and pushed it into it's designated hole inside the lid with more force than necessary. Slurping at his smoothie bitterly he left the shop soon after, refusing to stay in the same place as the employee after he was practically insulted for his height.
The jingle of the bell sounded again upon his departure, seeming to resonate a false cheerful atmosphere that Danny just wasn't feeling today. First the Air Conditioning broke, then he had to walk through the heat that the summer was known for, and now he just dealt with the employee Brenda at the SSS. Danny angrily gulped some of his drink, feeling it's chilled contents going down his parched throat bringing his temperature down noticeably, pausing he looked at his smoothie cup thoughtfully before taking a much more gracious slurp. Well at least the smoothie was good.
Danny continued walking without a set destination in mind, his thoughts suddenly shifted to the Autobots as he wondered on how they were doing. The last bot that got into contact with him was surprisingly Bulkhead, surprising because the two hardly talked, and hardly being close to never. Sure they expressed friendly greetings from the few times Danny has been at the base but they never really had a legitimate conversation. Bulkhead had called to update him on how everyone was doing, telling him that the team just needed some time to themselves for awhile before anyone came back to base. It was very considerate of Bulkhead given how no one had bothered to get into contact with him before and after that, Danny appreciated that the giant green bot had wanted to keep him in the loop. Something suddenly twisted uneasily in his gut. Were they still just trying to get over what happened? or did they just pointedly didn't want him around?
Danny's lips found the straw again and slurped his drink a bit anxiously. He hadn't bothered to get into contact with the three teens but it made him question if their access to the base was revoked as well or if the restriction was just limited to him. Jealousy wanted to grow at the thought, nudging at the forefront of his mind like a persistent puppy but Danny forcefully pushed it back down, he wasn't going to get all worked up over something that may not even be true. But that still didn't stop the bit of irritation from the lack of updates on their situation from his supposed to be friends.
That feeling like he was being watched returned, Danny glanced up from his smoothie and took in his surroundings, realizing that he was a neighborhood away from the rental home. Not yet wanting to return to the empty house Danny continued with his walk looking for something to pique his interest. Danny contemplated on taking out his cellphone and calling Sam or Tucker, it has been awhile since he last talked them only to decide against it; he couldn't talk and drink his smoothie at the same time and he was enjoying it too much to stop. Reaching into his pocket Danny pulled out his iPod instead and examined it sadly, the poor device was on it's last legs as the cracked screen flickered hazily to life upon pressing the power button, after his first run in with the Decepticons the music player got crushed some time during the brawl.
Fishing out his earbuds he plugged them into the jack and the placed the buds in his ears, letting some random song play.
This is nice, Danny decided with a smile, head and smoothie cup swaying with the beat as he continued walking. A burst of cold spreading throughout his body as his Ice core's energy was renewed making the summer heat feel like a distant memory, he still had more than half a smoothie to go and the music that was playing was simultaneously upbeat and relaxing. The day may have started out sour but now things were looking up, it felt like he was taking light steps on sunshine one at a time, a small pleasant smile etched into his face closing his eyes blissfully. Nothing could ruin his rising spirits...
...That was until he turned a corner and disaster struck.
~~~~~~TFP~~~~~~
"Ughhh.... this sucks! when can we go back to base? do they want us to die? it's too fragging hot for this scrap!"
"Language Miko."
"It doesn't count if it's an alien swear Jack!"
"Oh my freaking god, Miko, my foot may still be messed up but I WILL hobble away just to get away from your constant complaining!"
Raf stood there watching the two teens arguing with an unmoved expression, an ice cream cone in hand as he licked it. He had been expecting this given how calm they've been for the past few days, though even then Raf could seeing the tension starting to rise and now today it seemed they both reached their breaking point. It was bound to happen, Raf mused silently continuing to eat his ice cream cone, given the bot's silence and the summer heat it was inevitable. Everyone had been feeling irritable and sweaty so Raf had suggested the idea of getting ice cream which they agreed to, stopping at a local Ice cream shop Miko had chosen a scoop of Rocky Road and Bubblegum each, Raf chocolate and Jack ordered a simple vanilla which of course Miko just had to make a snide comment about. They were heading back to Jack's house before it happened.
"Jeez Jack, where's your cane? cause you sound like an old man!"
"Miko I swear-"
"Oh! so now you're going to swear? what, it's okay for you to do it 'cause you're an upstanding senior citizen of the community?"
"Miko-!"
"FIGHT ME OLD ME OLD MAN!"
Oh and it was still going. Raf wanted nothing more than to plunge his entire face into his ice cream and drown out the two's constant bickering, barely acknowledging the sound of a car engine cutting off. Their personalities would clash at unexpected times, other times they could get along fairly well. Jack was level headed and easygoing, but can turn into a force to be reckoned with when the time called for it; like water. Miko on the other hand was like an excitable flame refusing to be tamed, burning bright when she did something she enjoyed doing, hot tempered at times but could also be warm and gentle. Both personalities weren't necessarily bad but when they got like this? it made Raf question why he decided it was a good idea to hang out with them today.
A rough shove to his back nearly had him face plant if he hadn't steeled his legs in time. "Out of the way loser."
Raf turned to face them, a sharp retort on the tip of tongue "yeah well-!" the comment died when he recognized the shaggy red hair, sharp jawline and the familiar navy green jacket, Raf froze; realizing his mistake too late.
The taller boy whipped around to face him, a sneer already settled on his face as he towered over him hands flexing into tight fists, eager to beat someone up now that the opportunity presented itself. "'Yeah well-' you'll what pipsqueak?" Raf took a cautious step back, eyes darting about looking for something else to focus on which proved pointless once they met the other's eyes.
"I uh...I didn't..."
"'I uh...I didn't...'" the red head mocked" what? you don't have the guts to finish what you started?"
"Hey! leave him alone Vince!"
Vince, scowled and looked beside him towards where Miko stood with her hands on her hips fixing him with a glare, Jack standing next to her wearing a stern look of his own. Raf couldn't help but huff a breath of relief feeling his mouth twitch upwards, at least he could depend on those two to put their differences aside when he needed them most. Standing to his full height Vince smirked, stuffing his hands in his pockets, radiating a confidence that was bound to cause trouble. "Relax Monkey Girl, I'm not here for Esquivel anyways, " Vince assured eyes fixing directly on Jack "I'm just here for my ol' pal Jack."
Sauntering his way over Vince's smirk grew more vicious, Raf noticed the slight tension rising in the raven haired boy's shoulders as his eyes became more narrow.
"So Darby," Vince addressed "where's the ol pedal bike? from the looks of things you injured yourself trying to perform some kinda stunt. What? tried to do a wheelie in front of some girls and failed?" Seeming to find amusement from the look on Jack's face Vince snorted "typical; probably trashed that hunk of junk you call a motorcycle in the process too."
Of course he just had to notice the ace bandage wrapped around Jack ankle. Jack however didn't rise up to bait, making Raf's respect for the sixteen year old grow. "Is that all you wanted Vincent? we got some where to be right now."
oh, the use of his full name seemed to have struck a nerve. "Like you losers actually have plans." Vince chided.
"Um first of all we do." Miko cut in "and we don't have time to be dealing with fraggers like you."
"What did you just call me?" Vince demanded, sounding a mix of angry and confused at the unfamiliar slang.
"A dirty little fragger in case your earwax clogged ears couldn't hear it the first time" Miko added smugly making the older boy's face become red with anger.
"That's not what you said the first time and you know it."
A flash of movement caught Raf's eye looking to see a person come around the corner. A teenager with inky black hair, pretty average in appearance though he looked like he was trying to be your stereotypical cool kid, earbuds jammed in his ears with a smoothie cup in hand, the kid walked with there being an almost strut to his step.
"Well it's not my fault that your ears are broken."
"Why you little-"
Painfully oblivious to the argument going on around him. The image would have been perfect if the kid didn't suddenly trip over his own two feet with a surprised yelp, crashing smack into Vince getting his smoothie all over him drawing out a startled shout from the latter. Raf stood there gobsmacked his mouth hanging open, the event made Miko shut up and Jack stood there looking both surprised and concerned, Vince stood there staring at his ruined clothes in disbelief, mouth opening and failing to produce other than the gasping sounds that that sounded like a fish out of water. How do you go from suave to train wreck in a matter of seconds?
~~~~~~DP~~~~~~
Danny yanked out his earbuds shutting off the music he was listening to as his mouth hung open in shock, his smoothie cup lost all it's contents and was now upon an older teenager like an unwanted accessory, and given the look on his face the boy was less than pleased. "I-... I'm so sorry dude, I wasn't paying attention and err, well..." Danny apologized eyeing the wasted drink concoction with his arms poised at his sides uncertain on how to help. "I can go find some napkins?" he offered lamely. The other wasn't having it.
"Look what you freaking did to my shirt you twerp! it's ruined! what the heck is this garbage!?" the redhead yelled pulling at the stained articles of clothing away from his person with unbridled disgust, pieces of of orange could be seen among the sewage colored sludge and now that Danny really thought about it the smoothie honestly didn't look so appealing anymore.
"Cheese puffs?"
"What kind of loser would drink this crap? oh, the freak who just happen to run into me seems to be a likely suspect." The guy sneered, Danny scowled. So it was just going to be one of those days, huh?
"Hey! I said I was sorry, what more do you want?"
"How about a little payback? that sounds very appealing right now, a fair price in exchange for what you did to my shirt." Was he threatening him now? oh, apparently so now that his fist connected with the palm of his hand for the cliche 'I'm going to pummel you until you start begging for mercy' move. Danny decided right then and there that he didn't like the guy, not only was he giving off class A jerk vibes but the uncanny resemblance to a certain redheaded, green eyed freckled basketball player who was his personal stalker (Paulina and her cult of fangirls aside) instantly left a bad taste in his mouth.
"He obviously didn't mean to Vince." Came the all too familiar placating voice made Danny freeze like a gunshot had sounded, he briefly wondered in that moment if Clockwork was feeling bored in that tower of his and decided to play with the time stream for a few seconds to amuse himself for the world seemed to have slowed for a moment as his heart skipped a beat before pounding into overdrive, drawing everything into sharp focus like an electrocuting jolt. "Just let it go."
"Stay out of this Darby."
You've GOT to be kidding me.
Peering around Vince Danny's eyes widened comically. Not only was the one and only Jack Darby just standing a few feet away but Miko and Raf were here as well, though the looks they were giving the redheaded nuisance spoke volumes about how they felt about the other, Danny could tell the guy was giving them a hard time before he even came along. That thought alone seemed to quell a bit of his rising panic of them recognizing him.
"Cause you're going to hurt that kid if I don't?" Jack pointed out, something dark tinging the last spoken words ringing out a promise of an unspoken threat. At any other time Jack would have put up with Vince's aggressive behavior, taking the abuse for all it was worth but today wasn't the case; not only did Vince threaten his friends but was now threatening some random kid who honestly didn't mean to run into him which was a giant 'no' in his ethics book. Hanging around the bots so much made him learn to be a better person, inspired him to be one, to stand up for what was right and for those who couldn't do so for themselves. Jack refused to sit idly by knowing that there was something he could do to help. "I don't think so. You're going to leave him and us alone."
"What? did you finally grow a pair Darby? you a big strong man now? huh?" Vince asked walking over and shoving Jack harshly in the chest, hard enough for an audible thud could be heard when the impact had been made. Jack had already expected as much and had steeled himself beforehand anticipating the force taking a bit of satisfaction from the flicker of surprise on Vince's face which gave away to scowl. "what are you going to do if I do?"
"You'll seriously regret it."
Danny, having avoided looking directly at group of teens he somewhat considered as his friends now snapped his head up towards Jack, taken back by the chilling tone the words were spoken with. All for a kid they didn't (well completely) know. A strange feeling of warmth fluttered at the center of his chest making him feel lighter on his feet, a quick glance at the ground assured he was still grounded. The fact that someone was so willing to protect him instead of the other way around just struck something in him. Appreciation? relief? the fact that there was still hope for humanity for being good? Danny wasn't certain of what he was feeling but he knew it was positive, and the determined looks of Raf and Miko meaning that they stood with Jack on that statement just added to it.
Vince otherwise remained unmoved giving a snort, "I seriously doubt it, you losers aren't the most fearsome idiots I've ever run into."
Danny watched him, eyes begging to let the ectoplasm burn within sky blue depths, to intimidate the older boy seeing as the little trick worked well on Amity's bullies but held back, didn't need the others catching sight of the familiar green glow they witnessed multiple times a few days ago and put two and two together. Nonetheless, Danny didn't plan to just stand by while Jack defended him, it seemed the three needed some as well and what better way to go about then taunting their tormentor? he felt it was time to return the favor. Danny could barely contain the sly grin that wanted to split his face. Embarrassing the jerk it is.
"I have to agree with ol' Vincey on this one," Danny cut in propping both hands behind his head closing his eyes in a lazy matter, missing the surprised and confused looks everyone shot him at the unexpected commentary. "After all, the only 'fearsome idiots' he ever ran into was himself, scaring himself so bad that he hid under his bed for a week." Danny responded nonchalantly.
Three...Two, one...
"Excuse me you little punk?" Vince whirled on him completely livid that the kid before him had the nerve to make a wisecrack, growing more annoyed once he heard Miko's snickers which only added to Danny's fire.
Cracking an eyelid open Danny glanced at him before making a disgusted face "yes, excuse you after you just ripped one like that. Or was your mouth? either way I can't tell since they both spout the same thing anyway." Miko was outright cackling at that point, Raf was smiling and even Jack was cracking a grin. Danny grinned broadly and cocked his head curiously to the side at Vince, whom's fist clenched tighter in preparation but never swung; at least not yet. Instead he smiled back, forcing a calm appearance outward trying to appear like he was still in control, a fight he was slowly losing. The guy wasn't known for his patience.
"A wise guy huh? I've never really liked the type."
Danny arched an eyebrow "why?"
"Because they're all talk and no fight," Vince edged closer to him, breaching his personal space bubble like the guy never even heard of the word, out of the corner of his eye Danny could see Jack stiffen ready to step in even with a sprained foot. Vince leaned down, to the point where Danny could distinguish every freckle that marked the guy's face, his breath tickled his nose, the faintest scent of hot dog marred the exhale. "And once you take that away from them there's nothing but a coward in their place." A deadly whisper with the promise of pain was his only warning before Danny ducked to the side to miss the punch that would have landed square in his jaw, but the assaulting fist didn't stop there, the device must have caught Vince's eye for the next thing Danny knew Vince had slipped his iPod from his pocket and threw it behind him carelessly, a smirk tugged the redhead's lips upwards when the fated crack sounded upon hitting the pavement. Danny stood there, mouth agape in shock at the turn of events, the others looked to be in the same state as him of what transpired. He knew it was going to happen eventually but so soon? shock gave away into anger and Danny knew for a split second that his eyes flashed that radioactive green. So how did Danny react to this? well he sure was going to regret this later but in his defense; the jerk totally deserved it.
He threw his empty smoothie cup at him.
It clipped Vince on the side of his face; despite originally aiming for the front Danny took it as a win.
Danny's victory was short lived however when suddenly he found himself being abruptly yanked up by the collar of his T-shirt letting out an indignant yelp, feet dangling off the ground hearing Jack and Miko protest behind him as his narrowed defiant crystal blue eyes met angry forest green, almost missing what the other muttered before he could process what was happening.
"Let's go shrimp."
Somehow Danny had gone from hovering over the sidewalk by the helm of his shirt before being roughly tossed through the open passenger door of someone's car. Danny grunted upon impact, squeezing his eyes shut from the rough treatment trying regain his bearings, through his slight daze he could of swore he heard the others shouting but he couldn't make out what, the sound of the other door opening before closing met his ears and someone sitting down in the seat next to him, Danny, in his confused state wondered what the heck was going on. A jingle of keys sung through the air, his only warning for what was coming. A ferocious roar sprung to life from the engine of the car he was in made Danny's eyes shoot open, awareness of the situation unfolding seeping into him like molasses. Surely Vince wasn't planning on driving off with him?
"Vince! I swear to god if you don't let that kid go I'm going to call the cops!" the voices became clearer slicing through the rest of his confusion like a knife. Danny glanced up towards the person sitting in the driver's seat from his sprawled out position, Vince just seemed to ignore Jack's threat and his questioning gaze. The smirk the other wore was unsettling though it was nothing compared to the ones his countless enemies loved to sport it still left him with an awful feeling, something he couldn't really place.
"Put a sock in it, will you Darby? I'm just taking the kid for a spin around the block so he can learn somethin' that his parents obviously didn't teach him."
"My parents taught me plenty of things!" Danny shouted, immediately becoming defensive as he tended to do since kids always wanted to bully him for what his parents wanted to pursue as a career, Ghost Hunting. All that anger from then came rushing back to him in that moment to come up with the perfect comeback "like stay away from guys like you that the parents obviously forgot to use protection on!"
"Well your parents are doing an awful job at it." Vince snapped at him, hands gripping the steering wheel much more firmly as he tested the Duralast pedal experimentally beneath his foot, earning an eager rumble from the car.
Reckless. That was the word, disregard for his own and others safety was what that look in Vince's eye meant. Another reason as to not like him. Danny scowled at thought, preparing to re-right himself so he could figure out his next move which consisted of A: open the passenger door and flee, B: insult Vince, C: assault Vince, or D: all of the above. That last option was sounded pretty tempting right about now but before he could he even fall through on any of those options, the car lurched forward with a jolt, tearing up the street in skid marks for what was deemed a fast getaway and sped off into the unknown; throwing Danny harder against the seat from the force.
"Did Vince just kidnap that kid!?"
That was the last thing he heard from the group before the car sped off around a corner, at a speed that was bound to be illegal as he dug his fingers into the leather seat. Danny was used to going at such speeds when he was either flying or was in the RV with his Dad (well even faster than the current pace they were going at) but when there was a maniac behind the wheel controlling where they were heading and he didn't have the reinforced exterior and interior of said RV to protect him from the inevitable crash then he had the right to rip that seat to shreds in his death grip if he wanted to.
Why can't I ever just go a day living a normal life?
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zero fullbuster~ (love your name btw, FT am I right?) thank you; is three months enough?
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