Wow I honestly didn't expect such a reception for this story! Thank you so much!i really hope I don't disappoint you all! We should hopefully be getting into Transformer 1 in the next few chapters, so I'm currently just building up to that situation :)
Millie
The robot - at least that's what Millie thought it was - had been driving for hours. The facility was hundreds of miles behind them and open countryside spread for miles in front. Millie hadn't said a word for the duration of the journey, but had instead been carefully watching the steering wheel as it turned by itself. An unusual insignia was etched into the centre of the wheel, and Millie had been forced to stop herself from reaching out and trailing her fingers over the shaped metal.
Shifting in the seat, Millie cringed as pain rippled across her thigh. She looked down to see that the makeshift bandage of a tshirt from her backpack had become soaked with blood and the red liquid was now dripping on the seat.
"Shit..." She muttered quietly, raising her leg as much as she could bare to stop anymore blood from dripping. "I'm so sorry, this is totally going to ruin your leather."
She was insane. There was no denying it. Millie was talking to a car that had previously been a robot that had crash landed in the middle of the facility as a meteor. Yep, definitely crazy.
Reaching to the seats behind, Millie grabbed her backpack and removed the remaining scraps of her tshirt. She balled them into her hand and began to wipe as much of the blood off as she could.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She whispered quietly as she wiped the blood, unaware that Bumblebee was watching her curiously.
"No need... To apologise." Bumblebee played the sound bytes and watched as the girl's arm froze mid-wipe.
"Is that how you communicate?" She asked curiously, raising her eyes to look at the radio. "Using the radio?"
A round of applause rippled through the car as Bumblebee played the soundbyte.
"Thank you, thank you... You're wonderful."
Millie couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the robot's choice of recording. She cringed again as they went over a bump on the road and the sharp movement disturbed her leg. A painful moan escaped her lips before she could contain it.
"Little lady... Hurt." Bumblebee played softly, concern filling his spark as he began scanning the femme. His scanning capabilities were not half as good as Ratchet's, but they were adequate enough for a scout. Her core temperature was above the stated average for humans and her systems had lost a lot of
lubricant from her wound.
"You're too hot... For me, baby." Bumblebee played the soundbyte for Millie, expressing his concern for her condition. The girl laughed softly before she cringed in pain again. Reaching behind her, she pulled the backpack from the seat and rested it on her good leg. She began to dig through the contents for a moment before pulling out a small green pack.
"I thought I had this..." Millie mumbled quietly as her shaking hands began to undo the bag.
Bumblebee watched sadly as her fingers failed to grasp the zip properly due to the shaking. Finding the correct programme he began to initiate the formation of his holoform - Ratchet's latest creation.
Within a few seconds, the holoform appeared in the drivers seat of the camero. Sandy blonde hair framed a young, angular face and bright blue eyes watched Millie as she continued to try and open the small medical kit.
"Do you need help with that?" Bumblebee said after a few moments of the girl failing to notice him. Millie glance up from her lap and promptly cried out, startled. Bumblebee was surprised that she didn't seem scared of his sudden appearance in this form, in fact it seemed as if she herself was surprised and intrigued.
"Where did you come from?" Millie asked, watching Bumblebee with interest, her eyes looking over his human form slowly.
"This is a holoform." Bumblebee said happily, proud that Ratchet's programme was working properly. "Our understanding of physics is far greater than yours. We can manipulate light to appear as we wish, and then further manipulate it to form a solid object."
As if to explain, Bumblebee reached out gently and lifted the first aid kit from Millie's lap. She didn't shrink away from the contact, but her eyes simply followed the movement of his hands, captivated. Bumblebee online a further processor to slow the speed of the camero and bring it to a gentle stop on the side of the road.
"Why have we stopped?" Millie asked quietly, glancing around herself and out through the window to the world outside, the pre-dawn light casting a golden glow on her pale face.
"We're not going any further until your leg has been seen to properly." Bumblebee replied firmly, opening the kit and searching through it for the appropriate equipment.
Silently, Bumblebee began to reach forward and remove the scraps of cloth from Millie's leg. Millie watched him quietly, allowing him to examine the bullet size hole in her lower thigh.
"Why are you helping me?" Millie asked suddenly, her voice dropping to a weak, weary tone. "You don't know me, you don't even know my name. Heck, I don't even know your name!"
Bumblebee sighed softly as he removed a wipe from the pack. His scans indicated that it was coated with ethanol, which was apparently used by humans due to its antiseptic properties.
"Firstly, my designation is Bumblebee." He said, his eyes flicking up to Millie's for a moment before he once again concentrated on her wound. "I am an Autonomous Robotic Organism from the planet Cybertron, but it's easier just to say Autobot for short. I helped you because you asked me to."
"You heard me?" She question, staring at him wide-eyed as shock filled her voice.
"Of course I did." Bumblebee replied a small smile curving at the corner of his lips. "We have very strong hearing, and it's probably something you should remember."
Millie's brows furrowed for a moment as she processed the information Bumblebee gave her. She'd come to the conclusion many hours ago that he was an alien of some description, however impossible it seemed. What confused her was initially what he was doing on Earth, and then secondly why was he alone. Then he'd used a plural, meaning there had to be more of them.
"We?" Millie asked, speaking her thoughts aloud and hoping for a straight answer.
Bumblebee opened his mouth to reply, but quickly thought better of it and closed it once again, a wry smile forming.
"You said yourself that I don't know your name." His fingers continued to work cleaning Millie's wound as he spoke. "I suggest we ask one question each alternately. So far you've asked a question, so it's my turn to ask."
Millie raised an eyebrow at Bumblebee in amusement: his logic was perfectly sound, but she wasn't sure what answers she could give to his questions.
"That's fair enough." She said haltingly, her eyebrow still raised slightly and a smile of her own forming. "Ask away."
"Firstly," Bumblebee said confidently, happy that he'd managed to start a successful conversation with the girl, "what is your designation?"
"Designation?" Millie questioned, glancing down at her leg to watch Bumblebee's hands work. "On this planet we say that our designation is our name - just in case you were planning on staying."
Bumblebee chuckled quietly at Millie's advice and comment: who knew how long he's be on the planet for? He had come for one reason, and he knew other Autobots would follow as soon as his discovery was made.
"Very well then." He said, smiling slightly. "I shall abide by your social traditions. What is your name?"
"My full name is Emilia." Millie replied softly; Bumblebee noticed an almost sad undertone to her voice. "But I prefer Millie as it's shorter and easier. I don't know my real surname - I never have done - so I can't tell you that I'm afraid."
A quiet, contented noise rumbled through Bumblebee's chest in response as he churned the sounds of her name through his processors, learning the foreign pronunciation. He tested the name aloud a few times, causing Millie herself to laugh more than once as he spoke with a slight accent.
"It is unusual." Bumblebee said finally, stopping his repetition of the name.
"Not on this planet." Millie said nonchalantly, her gaze drifting out of the window to see the sun rising behind the mountains in the distance. "It is unusual for Emilia to be spelt with an E instead of an A, but it is a common name."
Bumblebee nodded slightly as he listened to Millie, his eyes fixed on her wound. He had been trying to remove the bullet that had become lodged in her thigh. He was sure his actions must have been causing her much pain but, aside from her muscles tensing now and again, she did not show it.
"Can you feel the pain in your leg?" He asked, concerned as the bullet shifted slightly in the muscle.
"That is a second question." Millie teased, glancing from the window to look down at Bumblebee's work on her thigh. "I believe it's my turn to ask the questions."
Bumblebee went to protest, but Millie quickly silenced him with a gentle glare.
"Those are the rules of the game, Bee, you set them yourself." Millie teased, barely registering the nickname she adopted for him. "I want to know why you have come to Earth."
"But your leg-"
"Will heal." Millie cut him off firmly, although she laid her hand gently across Bumblebee's. He watched her speculatively for a moment, before he sigh heavily and nodded. He couldn't still feel the tremor in her hand, but her stubborn gaze stopped him from questioning her judgement.
"I have come to this planet in search of the All Spark." Bumblebee said after a few moments more, turning his eyes away from Millie and concentrating on his work. "It is vitally important that I find it, as it's key for my race's survival. It is the Giver of Life; an object of creation. Many vorn ago, the All Spark was lost to the stars and we have been searching for it ever since..."
Bumblebee went on to narrate much of his knowledge of the All Spark to Millie as he continued to treat her leg. When it was time for the wound to be stitched, he searched their World Wide Web and quickly downloaded the technique for a simple interrupted suture.
Without a second thought, the holoform began to stitch the wound closed, before he paused in shock as he realised Millie didn't have any local anaesthetic in the area. Glancing up worriedly, Bumblebee saw that Millie's eyes had drifted shut. Scanning her quickly revealed that she was deep in recharge and that her blood glucose concentration was very low.
Finishing the stitches quickly, Bumblebee bandaged the leg before he offlined the holoform and began to speed away down the road. He needed to find food for Millie or she would soon become hypoglycaemic, which would not be good at all.
Speeding down the road, Bumblebee began to think over Millie's question once again.
"Why are you helping me?"
The answer he had given was a crude one, but Bumblebee himself was struggling to find an answer to it. When he'd revealed himself to the femme, she hadn't been scared or even shocked by his appearance. Yes she had been surprised, but had also immediately held respect in her eyes. Respect for him: an alien species never known to man. How could Bumblebee have allowed those men to kill her? She had accepted him so readily, which had instantly made Bumblebee protective of her on this foreign world. He didn't want to lose her to a bullet.
That was probably the most viable answer the scout could think of for the long drive to the nearest town.
Well I hope this chapter is okay. The action etc should be returning in the next few chapters as the Autobots arrive (whoop!).
I know it's very early on as well, but I want to know if you guys what the rating of the story to go up to M and include some more mature content (wink wink). I'm happy to write that for you but I'd have to start planning ahead when certain scenes would happen hence the early question.
Til all are one.
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