Earthborn (Part 3)
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ante_luceTitle: Earthborn (Part 3)
'Verse: 2007 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Sideswipe didn’t understand what Jazz saw in the earthborn police car mech. Prowl was boring. He was always working, if not on Autobot matters, then studying Cybertronian history and other boring stuff under Ironhide, Ratchet and Prime, or patrolling with the human police. Frag, even now the mech was poring over a datapad Ironhide had given him like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
There was another thing he didn’t understand. Why did the mech insist on staying with the police force? He was an Autobot now. Staying with a human, like Ironhide, ‘Bee and the spazzbot did with Captain Lennox, Sam and Mikeala, he could understand (though this understanding had occurred after being introduced to the humans’ remarkably wily minds), even if Blake seemed less devious than ‘Bee and Dewey’s pair, but Prowl didn’t do that, instead opting to live on base with the rest of the non-partnered mechs.
Sideswipe supposed that Officer Stevens was entertaining enough to hang with, especially when his organic processors shorted out and he started running his vocaliser like there was no tomorrow.
Their second meeting, mech to man, had been hilarious enough that he couldn’t sulk about getting caught by the cop and the cop car mech for long, though he did sulk about getting more brig time for flustering the squishy (and his argument that Blake wouldn’t last long around them if he didn’t get used to it had cut no ice with Prime or Prowl [the tight aft]). Anyway, his thoughts digressed. Just what did the First Lieutenant see in Prowl?
Sideswipe was broken from his musings by the dramatic entry of the silver mech into the rec room. At the outburst of warbles and chirps from the saboteur’s vocaliser, he smirked as Prowl looked up, expression curious and understandably wary.
“Jazz?”
The Solstice draped himself over Prowl’s back, settling as if made to fit between black and white doorwings. “Good news, Angel, we’ve got incoming friendlies.”
“Who?” He walked over, snickering as the Charger sighed at the nickname (Jazz had been adamant on keeping it), and the silver mech laughed.
“It’s ‘Jumper and Arcee, Sides.”
“Great! ‘Bee will be thrilled!”
“Yup! I’m gonna go find him and tell him. Any idea where he is?”
“Firing range. Bumblebee said he would be accompanying Samuel and Mikeala while Blake and Captain Lennox instructed them in the use human firearms.” The humans had decided they were going to need a few more cards up their sleeves when faced with Decepticons apart from the traditional ‘scream and run away’, thus the gun training.
Prowl glanced back at his datapad, tapping on it with a stylus. Jazz grinned and pecked the black and white mech on the cheek in thanks, then bounded out of the room. As Prowl watched the saboteur leave with a fond look in his optics, Sideswipe plunked himself down next to him.
“I don’t get it.”
“Hm.”
Another thing that annoyed Sideswipe. Prowl was frustratingly economical with his responses. How was he supposed to take that? As agreement, ‘yes, there’s a lot you don’t get’, a stock response to be polite, or as a request for elaboration? He decided to go with the last.
“Why does Jazz like you?”
“That is a question you’d be better off asking him.” Frag, did this mech have no end to his slagging emotional control? If someone had asked him why his sweetspark liked him, he’d have introduced them to his piledrivers, the hard way. The red mech clicked in aggravation.
… Did Prowl just smirk at him?
Pondering the brief flash of an expression, the red Lamborghini tried another question to hide his surprise. “Then, why don’t you live with the cop squishy? ‘Bee and ‘Hide and the spazzbot stay with theirs.”
Smiling faintly, Prowl subspaced his datapad to meet the frustrated Lamborghini’s optics.
“Because Jazz is here.”
As the chevroned mech rose to leave, Sideswipe just sat there, feeling as if he’d been hit in the head with one of Ratchet’s flying tools.
Okay, perhaps he could see why, just a little, after all.
= = =
Jazz wandered into the firing range, hailing the little group at the far end. They waved back (one less enthusiastically than the others) as he approached.
“So, how’s the lesson going?”
“Great! Officer Steven’s a wicked shot; he’s hit everything we’ve called up so far!” Sam had the biggest smile on his face, and he had to ask.
“Even the Chihuahua target?”
“Even the Chihuahua target. Every time too. ‘Hide’s gonna be sick.”
The humans were all grinning widely now, and Bumblebee chirred in amusement. The target had been Ironhide’s idea. The difficulty of hitting said target had been Sam and Jazz’s, after Sam’s protests over its creation had been futile.
“Whoa, impressive.” He shot an approving grin in Blake’s direction, and the man shrugged as Will clapped him on the shoulder, clearly pleased at the praise, but not so much the one it came from.
“S’nothing.”
“Nothing? Nah, I know someone who’d love to match skills with you.” The Camaro chirped curiously, and Jazz found his grin widening.
“Thought I’d drop in and tell you the news. Cliffjumper and Arcee are close and-”
He didn’t finish as Bumblebee tackled him in a blast of warbles, clicks and chirps overlaid with giddy music.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m happy too, sparkling.”
= = =
The days leading up to the two other Autobots’ arrival passed in a blur. Bumblebee practically vibrated with excitement, and even Ratchet could be seen shaking his head in amusement at the scout. Then finally, the comm. came through.
“‘Bee, get off your aft and get it here, pronto!”
The yellow mech quivered as the comm. from Sunstreaker came through, still in vehicle form, parked outside the school building.
“Sam?” He queried, and the teen patted him on the hood understandingly.
“S’alright, ‘Bee. I’ll hitch a ride with ‘Keala.”
Bumblebee practically flew back to base, leaving Sam sneezing on kicked up dust and laughing at the same time.
= = =
When Bumblebee got to base, he was met by Optimus.
“Sir! Where are they? Can I see them? When did they get here?”
At the excited outburst, the Prime chuckled. “They arrived early this morning.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Calm down, Bumblebee, they had to get through all the official procedures first; the human authorities have been a little more exacting after Sunstreaker and Sideswipe’s arrival. And the whole point of waiting until Sam and Mikeala were out of school before contacting you was so you four could meet them without delay. Speaking of whom, where are the children and Dewy?”
“Sam told me to head off first.” The Camaro chirred in embarrassment as Optimus laughed quietly.
“I guess he thought making you adhere to the speed limits for human safety would have been cruel, excited as you are.” Bumblebee chirred again, sheepish, and the Peterbilt took pity on him, pointing him towards the med bay.
“They should be finishing their check ups now. Go meet them.”
= = =
When Dewey got to base, carrying both teenagers, they were directed to the med bay as well, where they found Bumblebee pacing outside.
“‘Bee?”
“I got to see them, but Ratchet won’t let me stay in there until he’s done.” Yellow doorwings drooped, and Sam patted him again, sympathetically. The doors hissed open then, and two bots, one red, the other a dark pink (accompanied by a merely half serious bellow to get out and stay out), were suddenly latched onto the Camaro, all three babbling enthusiastically at each other.
“You made it!”
“‘Bee! You’re alive!”
“You didn’t kill each other!”
“You can talk!”
“Ratchet finally managed to fix your vocaliser?!”
The teens started when the red one cuffed Bumblebee upside the head. “And don’t you ever do something as stupid as that again!”
“Oh, you’re a fine one to talk!”
As the pair tussled, Sam and Mikeala stared and Captain Lennox walked up, drawn by the commotion. He snickered at their stunned expressions.
“Only child, both of you?”
“… Yeah.” Mikeala managed. “Captain, what’s happening?”
“That, is the universal response of a sibling to their other sibling who has gotten themselves hurt or put into mortal peril, and come out relatively alright. ‘Bee, make with the introductions already.”
“Right, sorry. Sam, Mikaela, this is Arcee.” He gestured to the dark pink bot. “And this glitchhead,” here he fended off the red mech’s mock offended retaliation. “Is Cliffjumper, both were my squadmates on Cybertron.”
Both kids blinked. Cliffjumper looked a lot like a red version of Bumblebee. “Are you twins?”
All three bots laughed, and Cliffjumper explained. “Oh, no, twins are rare; Sides and Sunstreaker are the only pair I know. We share a frame type, scout unit, not a spark.”
“But we’re close enough to be siblings any way.” Arcee added, slinging an arm around Bumblebee’s neck, affectionately tugging at one of his sensor horns. Mikeala stifled a giggle, then asked. “So, if ‘Bee and Cliffjumper are scouts, what are you?”
Arcee’s frame was… different. Lighter, more streamlined, almost feminine, compared to the others, and the colour didn’t help the perception either. “The same, but less first contact, more infiltration. My frame’s a variation of theirs, less armour, so I’m faster and can get into places they can’t, but I can’t take as much damage.”
“‘Cee’s also a sniper, but that’s less a frame type and more a skill set. Best fragging shot on Cybertron.” Cliffjumper bragged, and the pink bot reached for one of his horns next. “Hush, you.”
“Sniper? Oh, you must be who Jazz was talking about.” Mikeala exclaimed. As the two newcomers looked at her curiously, Sam took over. “He said you’d like to match skills with someone here.”
Arcee nodded, optics gleaming. “If Jazz thinks this bot can give me a run for my credits, I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“Ah… He’s, kinda human.” That stopped the pink bot short.
“Human? ‘Bee, they’re not slagging me, are they?”
“They’re not. Swear on my spark and vocaliser.”
The gleam in Arcee’s optics brightened. “Well then… Now I have to meet this human.”
Bumblebee nodded, his own optics practically glowing with contentment. “He’ll be back soon, we can discuss this then.”
“Good.” Arcee nodded as well, then paused when something drew the pink bot’s attention. “Who’s that? I don’t remember him on the Ark roster.”
Sam and Mikeala turned to see Dewey, hanging back and being uncharacteristically quiet. “That’s Dewey. He was sparked here. You’ll see a few more of the earthborn on base, but most of them can’t talk.”
“Dewey…” Arcee tried out the name, and the green mech shuttered optics almost nervously. “Pleased to meet you! Excuse me, I gotta… do something.”
Sam, Bumblebee and Cliffjumper could only stare as the grren mech transformed into motorbike form and sped off, tires squealing, while Captain Lennox smirked and Mikeala and Arcee burst into giggles.
= = =
“Sam, have you seen Arcee?”
The boy twisted ‘round to look up at his guardian from his seat on the rec room couch, making the yellow mech mentally wince at the position. Why did Sam have to be so… bendy? “She was headed to the firing range to practice. Something about getting ready to take on Blake.”
“Thanks.” Bumblebee turned to leave, but something struck him and he turned back to ask. “She?”
“Hm?”
“Sam, we don’t have human genders, you know.”
“… Yeah, I figured, being made of metal and all, but ‘Jumper called Arcee a ‘she’, and she looks more girl-like than say… you or Sunstreaker.”
“Cliffjumper called- Sam, it’s ‘‘Cee’, not ‘she’.”
“Oh… Oh! Crap.”
“Sam, how many people think Arcee’s female?”
“Um… All of them?”
The Camaro shuttered his optics and thunked his head onto the back of the couch.
“Great.”
= = =
Arcee, thankfully, didn’t mind being thought of as female. “It’s an easy way to denote our frame type variations, right? You get called a mech, I can be called female.”
“Female sounds so… basic though.” This came from Sideswipe, idly lounging around while Arcee took aim at another target.
“So pick out a fancier term, but you don’t have to fix what isn’t broken.”
Bumblebee hummed, searching for a suitable word. “… Femme sound okay to you?”
“Yeah, I like it. It’s settled then.”
“You know, just, because you say it, doesn’t make it so.” The red mech snarked.
“As the only member of my variation on Earth so far, I can too make it so. Wanna disagree?” The pink bot faced the Lamborghini, plasma rifle in hand and a wicked look on her faceplates.
“… No, no, you win.”
“Clever mech.”
= = =
Mikeala watched, a tiny smile on her face as Prowl walked past, greeted by a Jazz going in the other direction, the pair clasping hands and sharing a brief crossing of flared energy fields, the Cybertronian version of a kiss (of course, Jazz liked human style kissing too, but after the first two in public, for Blake’s ‘benefit’, Prowl had mentioned he preferred doing that in private, and that this was more discrete).
Next to her, a Mountain Dew green mech huffed air through his intakes mournfully at the sight. “Dewey?”
More huffing, and a quiet warble. She smiled. It couldn’t be helped. Dewey’s crush on Arcee was beyond adorable. Sam had mentioned something about getting a WALL-E and EVE vibe from the pair, and she had to agree.
“Dewey, you should tell her.”
“I can’t!”
“Why not? It’s not like she doesn’t know already.”
A distressed series of chirrs answered her, and Mikeala sighed. “Well, some things need to be said out loud.”
More chirring, and she rolled her eyes at the motorbike. “Oh, for crying out loud, I’ll go with you. It’s not like she’ll shoot you or anything.”
= = =
“So, how are things progressing?” Sam settled beside Mikeala, waiting for the face off between Arcee and Blake to begin.
“Good, once I got Dewey off his yellow aft.”
“He’s green.”
“That too, but it’s no excuse, Prowl is just as young, if not younger.”
“Speaking of Prowl, where is he? Thought he’d be here to support Blake.” Sam looked around, but didn’t see the distinctive black and white paint job of the mech in question. Ironhide chuckled, leaning over to murmur softly.
“He’ll be here in a bit. Now hush. Won’t be a fair competition if Stevens there is glitching over what Prowl may or may not be doing out of everyone’s sight.”
And thus when Prowl joined them, late, a faint smile on his faceplates, both teens tried very hard not to look over at where Jazz had slipped to, his smile not quite so faint.
They could make Blake spazz later.
'Verse: 2007 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Sideswipe didn’t understand what Jazz saw in the earthborn police car mech. Prowl was boring. He was always working, if not on Autobot matters, then studying Cybertronian history and other boring stuff under Ironhide, Ratchet and Prime, or patrolling with the human police. Frag, even now the mech was poring over a datapad Ironhide had given him like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
There was another thing he didn’t understand. Why did the mech insist on staying with the police force? He was an Autobot now. Staying with a human, like Ironhide, ‘Bee and the spazzbot did with Captain Lennox, Sam and Mikeala, he could understand (though this understanding had occurred after being introduced to the humans’ remarkably wily minds), even if Blake seemed less devious than ‘Bee and Dewey’s pair, but Prowl didn’t do that, instead opting to live on base with the rest of the non-partnered mechs.
Sideswipe supposed that Officer Stevens was entertaining enough to hang with, especially when his organic processors shorted out and he started running his vocaliser like there was no tomorrow.
Their second meeting, mech to man, had been hilarious enough that he couldn’t sulk about getting caught by the cop and the cop car mech for long, though he did sulk about getting more brig time for flustering the squishy (and his argument that Blake wouldn’t last long around them if he didn’t get used to it had cut no ice with Prime or Prowl [the tight aft]). Anyway, his thoughts digressed. Just what did the First Lieutenant see in Prowl?
Sideswipe was broken from his musings by the dramatic entry of the silver mech into the rec room. At the outburst of warbles and chirps from the saboteur’s vocaliser, he smirked as Prowl looked up, expression curious and understandably wary.
“Jazz?”
The Solstice draped himself over Prowl’s back, settling as if made to fit between black and white doorwings. “Good news, Angel, we’ve got incoming friendlies.”
“Who?” He walked over, snickering as the Charger sighed at the nickname (Jazz had been adamant on keeping it), and the silver mech laughed.
“It’s ‘Jumper and Arcee, Sides.”
“Great! ‘Bee will be thrilled!”
“Yup! I’m gonna go find him and tell him. Any idea where he is?”
“Firing range. Bumblebee said he would be accompanying Samuel and Mikeala while Blake and Captain Lennox instructed them in the use human firearms.” The humans had decided they were going to need a few more cards up their sleeves when faced with Decepticons apart from the traditional ‘scream and run away’, thus the gun training.
Prowl glanced back at his datapad, tapping on it with a stylus. Jazz grinned and pecked the black and white mech on the cheek in thanks, then bounded out of the room. As Prowl watched the saboteur leave with a fond look in his optics, Sideswipe plunked himself down next to him.
“I don’t get it.”
“Hm.”
Another thing that annoyed Sideswipe. Prowl was frustratingly economical with his responses. How was he supposed to take that? As agreement, ‘yes, there’s a lot you don’t get’, a stock response to be polite, or as a request for elaboration? He decided to go with the last.
“Why does Jazz like you?”
“That is a question you’d be better off asking him.” Frag, did this mech have no end to his slagging emotional control? If someone had asked him why his sweetspark liked him, he’d have introduced them to his piledrivers, the hard way. The red mech clicked in aggravation.
… Did Prowl just smirk at him?
Pondering the brief flash of an expression, the red Lamborghini tried another question to hide his surprise. “Then, why don’t you live with the cop squishy? ‘Bee and ‘Hide and the spazzbot stay with theirs.”
Smiling faintly, Prowl subspaced his datapad to meet the frustrated Lamborghini’s optics.
“Because Jazz is here.”
As the chevroned mech rose to leave, Sideswipe just sat there, feeling as if he’d been hit in the head with one of Ratchet’s flying tools.
Okay, perhaps he could see why, just a little, after all.
= = =
Jazz wandered into the firing range, hailing the little group at the far end. They waved back (one less enthusiastically than the others) as he approached.
“So, how’s the lesson going?”
“Great! Officer Steven’s a wicked shot; he’s hit everything we’ve called up so far!” Sam had the biggest smile on his face, and he had to ask.
“Even the Chihuahua target?”
“Even the Chihuahua target. Every time too. ‘Hide’s gonna be sick.”
The humans were all grinning widely now, and Bumblebee chirred in amusement. The target had been Ironhide’s idea. The difficulty of hitting said target had been Sam and Jazz’s, after Sam’s protests over its creation had been futile.
“Whoa, impressive.” He shot an approving grin in Blake’s direction, and the man shrugged as Will clapped him on the shoulder, clearly pleased at the praise, but not so much the one it came from.
“S’nothing.”
“Nothing? Nah, I know someone who’d love to match skills with you.” The Camaro chirped curiously, and Jazz found his grin widening.
“Thought I’d drop in and tell you the news. Cliffjumper and Arcee are close and-”
He didn’t finish as Bumblebee tackled him in a blast of warbles, clicks and chirps overlaid with giddy music.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m happy too, sparkling.”
= = =
The days leading up to the two other Autobots’ arrival passed in a blur. Bumblebee practically vibrated with excitement, and even Ratchet could be seen shaking his head in amusement at the scout. Then finally, the comm. came through.
“‘Bee, get off your aft and get it here, pronto!”
The yellow mech quivered as the comm. from Sunstreaker came through, still in vehicle form, parked outside the school building.
“Sam?” He queried, and the teen patted him on the hood understandingly.
“S’alright, ‘Bee. I’ll hitch a ride with ‘Keala.”
Bumblebee practically flew back to base, leaving Sam sneezing on kicked up dust and laughing at the same time.
= = =
When Bumblebee got to base, he was met by Optimus.
“Sir! Where are they? Can I see them? When did they get here?”
At the excited outburst, the Prime chuckled. “They arrived early this morning.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Calm down, Bumblebee, they had to get through all the official procedures first; the human authorities have been a little more exacting after Sunstreaker and Sideswipe’s arrival. And the whole point of waiting until Sam and Mikeala were out of school before contacting you was so you four could meet them without delay. Speaking of whom, where are the children and Dewy?”
“Sam told me to head off first.” The Camaro chirred in embarrassment as Optimus laughed quietly.
“I guess he thought making you adhere to the speed limits for human safety would have been cruel, excited as you are.” Bumblebee chirred again, sheepish, and the Peterbilt took pity on him, pointing him towards the med bay.
“They should be finishing their check ups now. Go meet them.”
= = =
When Dewey got to base, carrying both teenagers, they were directed to the med bay as well, where they found Bumblebee pacing outside.
“‘Bee?”
“I got to see them, but Ratchet won’t let me stay in there until he’s done.” Yellow doorwings drooped, and Sam patted him again, sympathetically. The doors hissed open then, and two bots, one red, the other a dark pink (accompanied by a merely half serious bellow to get out and stay out), were suddenly latched onto the Camaro, all three babbling enthusiastically at each other.
“You made it!”
“‘Bee! You’re alive!”
“You didn’t kill each other!”
“You can talk!”
“Ratchet finally managed to fix your vocaliser?!”
The teens started when the red one cuffed Bumblebee upside the head. “And don’t you ever do something as stupid as that again!”
“Oh, you’re a fine one to talk!”
As the pair tussled, Sam and Mikeala stared and Captain Lennox walked up, drawn by the commotion. He snickered at their stunned expressions.
“Only child, both of you?”
“… Yeah.” Mikeala managed. “Captain, what’s happening?”
“That, is the universal response of a sibling to their other sibling who has gotten themselves hurt or put into mortal peril, and come out relatively alright. ‘Bee, make with the introductions already.”
“Right, sorry. Sam, Mikaela, this is Arcee.” He gestured to the dark pink bot. “And this glitchhead,” here he fended off the red mech’s mock offended retaliation. “Is Cliffjumper, both were my squadmates on Cybertron.”
Both kids blinked. Cliffjumper looked a lot like a red version of Bumblebee. “Are you twins?”
All three bots laughed, and Cliffjumper explained. “Oh, no, twins are rare; Sides and Sunstreaker are the only pair I know. We share a frame type, scout unit, not a spark.”
“But we’re close enough to be siblings any way.” Arcee added, slinging an arm around Bumblebee’s neck, affectionately tugging at one of his sensor horns. Mikeala stifled a giggle, then asked. “So, if ‘Bee and Cliffjumper are scouts, what are you?”
Arcee’s frame was… different. Lighter, more streamlined, almost feminine, compared to the others, and the colour didn’t help the perception either. “The same, but less first contact, more infiltration. My frame’s a variation of theirs, less armour, so I’m faster and can get into places they can’t, but I can’t take as much damage.”
“‘Cee’s also a sniper, but that’s less a frame type and more a skill set. Best fragging shot on Cybertron.” Cliffjumper bragged, and the pink bot reached for one of his horns next. “Hush, you.”
“Sniper? Oh, you must be who Jazz was talking about.” Mikeala exclaimed. As the two newcomers looked at her curiously, Sam took over. “He said you’d like to match skills with someone here.”
Arcee nodded, optics gleaming. “If Jazz thinks this bot can give me a run for my credits, I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“Ah… He’s, kinda human.” That stopped the pink bot short.
“Human? ‘Bee, they’re not slagging me, are they?”
“They’re not. Swear on my spark and vocaliser.”
The gleam in Arcee’s optics brightened. “Well then… Now I have to meet this human.”
Bumblebee nodded, his own optics practically glowing with contentment. “He’ll be back soon, we can discuss this then.”
“Good.” Arcee nodded as well, then paused when something drew the pink bot’s attention. “Who’s that? I don’t remember him on the Ark roster.”
Sam and Mikeala turned to see Dewey, hanging back and being uncharacteristically quiet. “That’s Dewey. He was sparked here. You’ll see a few more of the earthborn on base, but most of them can’t talk.”
“Dewey…” Arcee tried out the name, and the green mech shuttered optics almost nervously. “Pleased to meet you! Excuse me, I gotta… do something.”
Sam, Bumblebee and Cliffjumper could only stare as the grren mech transformed into motorbike form and sped off, tires squealing, while Captain Lennox smirked and Mikeala and Arcee burst into giggles.
= = =
“Sam, have you seen Arcee?”
The boy twisted ‘round to look up at his guardian from his seat on the rec room couch, making the yellow mech mentally wince at the position. Why did Sam have to be so… bendy? “She was headed to the firing range to practice. Something about getting ready to take on Blake.”
“Thanks.” Bumblebee turned to leave, but something struck him and he turned back to ask. “She?”
“Hm?”
“Sam, we don’t have human genders, you know.”
“… Yeah, I figured, being made of metal and all, but ‘Jumper called Arcee a ‘she’, and she looks more girl-like than say… you or Sunstreaker.”
“Cliffjumper called- Sam, it’s ‘‘Cee’, not ‘she’.”
“Oh… Oh! Crap.”
“Sam, how many people think Arcee’s female?”
“Um… All of them?”
The Camaro shuttered his optics and thunked his head onto the back of the couch.
“Great.”
= = =
Arcee, thankfully, didn’t mind being thought of as female. “It’s an easy way to denote our frame type variations, right? You get called a mech, I can be called female.”
“Female sounds so… basic though.” This came from Sideswipe, idly lounging around while Arcee took aim at another target.
“So pick out a fancier term, but you don’t have to fix what isn’t broken.”
Bumblebee hummed, searching for a suitable word. “… Femme sound okay to you?”
“Yeah, I like it. It’s settled then.”
“You know, just, because you say it, doesn’t make it so.” The red mech snarked.
“As the only member of my variation on Earth so far, I can too make it so. Wanna disagree?” The pink bot faced the Lamborghini, plasma rifle in hand and a wicked look on her faceplates.
“… No, no, you win.”
“Clever mech.”
= = =
Mikeala watched, a tiny smile on her face as Prowl walked past, greeted by a Jazz going in the other direction, the pair clasping hands and sharing a brief crossing of flared energy fields, the Cybertronian version of a kiss (of course, Jazz liked human style kissing too, but after the first two in public, for Blake’s ‘benefit’, Prowl had mentioned he preferred doing that in private, and that this was more discrete).
Next to her, a Mountain Dew green mech huffed air through his intakes mournfully at the sight. “Dewey?”
More huffing, and a quiet warble. She smiled. It couldn’t be helped. Dewey’s crush on Arcee was beyond adorable. Sam had mentioned something about getting a WALL-E and EVE vibe from the pair, and she had to agree.
“Dewey, you should tell her.”
“I can’t!”
“Why not? It’s not like she doesn’t know already.”
A distressed series of chirrs answered her, and Mikeala sighed. “Well, some things need to be said out loud.”
More chirring, and she rolled her eyes at the motorbike. “Oh, for crying out loud, I’ll go with you. It’s not like she’ll shoot you or anything.”
= = =
“So, how are things progressing?” Sam settled beside Mikeala, waiting for the face off between Arcee and Blake to begin.
“Good, once I got Dewey off his yellow aft.”
“He’s green.”
“That too, but it’s no excuse, Prowl is just as young, if not younger.”
“Speaking of Prowl, where is he? Thought he’d be here to support Blake.” Sam looked around, but didn’t see the distinctive black and white paint job of the mech in question. Ironhide chuckled, leaning over to murmur softly.
“He’ll be here in a bit. Now hush. Won’t be a fair competition if Stevens there is glitching over what Prowl may or may not be doing out of everyone’s sight.”
And thus when Prowl joined them, late, a faint smile on his faceplates, both teens tried very hard not to look over at where Jazz had slipped to, his smile not quite so faint.
They could make Blake spazz later.
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Date: 2009-01-21 09:26 pm (UTC)And I like the "explanation" of femmes given.
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-21 10:48 pm (UTC)Blake spazz, incoming! :D
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:31 am (UTC)Poor Blake, between the Twins and the teens, he's going to be spazzing a lot.
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Date: 2009-01-23 04:03 am (UTC)And simultaneous neutralisation of all humans present from gut busting laughter.
Meaner humans may want to replicate a few of the tamer stunts for further entertainment.
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Date: 2009-01-24 12:15 am (UTC)Now I've got an image of Simmons doing advanced yoga while wearing the biggest, shit-eating grin.
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Date: 2009-01-24 07:26 am (UTC)Sam: Uh, 'Kaela? What are you, Maggie, and Simmons, doing?
Mikaela: New initiative by higher ups to reduce stress on base. Yoga is supposed to be relaxing, and Simmons is the test case.
Maggie: He is the most high strung, after all.
Simmons: *surprisingly, not complaining.* *complex yoga position*
Maggie: And he's quite good at it too.
Simmons: Hey, you jump through hoops and bend backwards often enough just getting government types to consider doing what you want, you'd be good at this too.
Sam: *blink* *to Simmons* So, how fast and how far did the bots run?
Simmons: *mad grin* All the way to Arkansas, if I'm lucky.
Random mech's comm. to base: *traumatised* Are you done yet?
Simmons: *bigger grin* So worth the damn spandex.
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Date: 2009-01-22 02:28 am (UTC)"Um, I have to go.... do something."
Nothing I love more than a little boy with a swooning crush. Moar pleez!
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 04:21 am (UTC)I love your explanation of Cybertronian 'kissing' and Dewey's crush on Arcee was so cute!
This is a good chapter - you explain a lot and it's fun to read!
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:36 am (UTC)There's a lot Sideswipe doesn't get *snickers*
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Date: 2009-01-22 04:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 05:32 am (UTC)Seriously, though, I love how you started, along with Dewey's Wall-E-esque crush on Arcee, and the sibling-like relationship between 'Bee, 'Cee, and Cliffjumper.
And Blake's an expert marksman? Or can be considered one? I know it's kinda sad, but I'm even more glad I called dibs on him in the last chapter. ;)
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:40 am (UTC)Yeah, Blake's a good shot, and pretty much all yours ~_^
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Date: 2009-01-24 04:09 am (UTC)Whoop! *crosses this over with her happy NCIS fantasy world* ... *which totally works and makes sense, so nyah!*
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