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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: I apologize for the lateness however I had some soul searching to do about this story as there was some statements regarding the length of this story and how some chapters should be re-done if not yanked completely as they do not pertain to the continuation of the story line.... I state once again; I write this fic for me first and fore most. Every chapter I do is something I myself wish to read and post in the hope that others would like to read them as well. I do apologize if the sheer length of this fic is starting to frustrate people as that wasn't my intention. I myself am a bit stunned considering my very first outline had this penned in for 80 chapters maximum. However I'm proud of this fic and if some of you think that I am just wasting your time as there doesn't seem to be an end anywhere in sight then I apologize and say happy hunting in your search for fics more to your tastes.
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Chapter One Hundred Fifty Nine: Courting Disaster
“Isn’t it a beautiful morning?” a cheerful voice called out as the doors were flung open.
“Drop dead,” was the instant response from the mech within the hanger.
The figure in the doorway smirked as he stared at the lounging mech. “You ‘Cons a barrel of sunshine aren’t you?”
“Bite me.”
The first mech just chuckled. “Are you always this surly when you get up?”
“When I’m awoken at five in the morning, hell yeah.”
“Where’s our local medic?” the mech asked instead.
“He’s waiting for you, you idiot! Now do you mind?”
“Well then, I’m sorry to disturb you,” the mech in the door laughed. “Good morning.”
“Good night,” Rollerforce replied as Red Alert shut the doors to the hanger once again.
Red Alert just snickered as he headed towards the main hanger where he noticed a light shining under the door. A grin overtook Red’s face as he entered the main hanger. “Good Morning!” he called out once more.
Groundhog looked up with an amused grin as Red Alert entered into the room with a slight spring in his steep. “Eager for a medical check up?” the ‘Con snickered as he turned towards Ratchet’s medical corner.
“Like you’re not,” Red snickered as he saw that Groundhog already had lined up Ratchet’s equipment next to the lone medical berth.
Groundhog couldn’t deny it. “I’m surprised Inferno isn’t up yet,” he said instead. “Should we wait for him?”
“He’s not a great morning mech,” Red Alert chuckled as he hopped up to sit on the table. “Kind of like Rollerforce.”
“Did you want us to wake him?” Groundhog asked with a frown. “I’m sure ‘Force would get up if I mentioned ‘Inferno’ and ‘moat’ in the same sentence.”
Red Alert grinned at the thought. “Thanks anyway but there will be plenty of check ups for him to miss I’m sure.”
Groundhog shrugged as he picked up the scanner. “It’s your choice,” he shrugged as he calibrated the machine.
“I think it just hasn’t really hit him yet,” Red chuckled as Groundhog started waving the scanner at his midsection and monitoring the screen beside him. “This is a lot for any mech to take in.”
“You’re telling me,” Groundhog snorted as he picked up one of Ratchet’s data pads he had procured in order to keep Red’s chart. “Imagine how myself and ‘Force and Motor’ feel.”
Red just snickered. “At least you adapted fairly quickly.”
“Adapting to strange situations is nothing new,” Groundhog assured him as he compared the scan to one taken upon learning of Red’s startling condition. “We’re just curious as to how the others are going to react upon learning of our presence.”
Red Alert just shrugged. “I would assume they would be welcoming. You are Barricade’s team after all.”
“My point exactly,” Groundhog drawled as he recorded something on the data pad. “Well, you seem to be perfectly fine as is the second spark,” he changed the subject as he moved the monitor so Red could observe the split screen. “This is when I first examined you and this is now.”
Red Alert stared at the two pictures of the small orb. “They look exactly the same.” He sounded disappointed.
“At first glance,” Groundhog chuckled. “If you look closely you’ll see that it has grown about a millimeter.”
“Is that normal?” Red asked concerned. Groundhog shrugged and Red’s frown deepened. “That’s helpful,” he huffed.
“What do you want me to tell you?” Groundhog chuckled as he set the data pad aside. “I’m learning just as you are and it seems as if Chief Medical Officer Ratchet took… ‘Sunny’?” Red nodded. “Sunny’s and Jazz’s medical data with him so I have nothing to compare yours too.”
Red Alert sighed disheartened. “I suppose.”
Groundhog shook his head at Red’s slumped form. “At least the sparkling isn’t in distress.”
Red’s expression brightened. “Thank Primus.”
The two conversed quietly for a while as Groundhog continued Red’s check up. Monitoring his Energon levels and oil intake as well as his “glitch” when the sound of the smaller door squeaking open alerted them to the entrance of one of the humans. “What’s the verdict?” the female called up as she traversed the stairs onto the catwalk.
“So far so good,” Red smiled up at her and the young teen grinned back.
“Can I see the imagery?” Mikaela asked gesturing towards the viewing screen.
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Red brightened as he turned to Groundhog. “Mikaela has been working closely with Ratchet these past couple months.”
Groundhog looked surprised but switched on the screen once again and Mikaela confirmed that it was about the same as Jazz’s had been at the same point in time with his own pregnancy. “Well that’s good to hear,” Groundhog nodded as he made a note in Red’s file.
“Good for you Red,” Mikaela grinned at the Autobot. “So I take it you’re set for today’s excitement?”
“What excitement?” Groundhog asked absently as he scribbled something on the pad.
“What do you think?” Mikaela snickered. “Motorhead and Bluestreak of course.”
Groundhog looked up with a small frown. “Aren’t they driving to that ‘look out’ place you had mentioned for their ‘date’?”
“Yup!” Red practically bounced on the table excitedly. “We’re going to follow them to ensure it goes perfectly!”
Groundhog glanced at Red before looking up at Mikaela who was smirking. The ‘Con just shrugged as he went back to going over the medical chart. “Have fun.”
Motorhead was dropping rocks into the muddy waters of the moat to pass the time. It was only early dawn and he and Bluestreak weren’t going to head out until mid morning. The waiting around was almost driving Motorhead out of his processor. He glanced at the crocodile that was just floating along. “I bet you’ve never been nervous about meeting other crocodiles,” he muttered as he skipped a stone down the moat away from the animal.
“Probably not,” a voice chuckled and Motorhead almost fell into the moat in his surprise. He glanced at Crikey disbelievingly before he finally registered the small laughter coming behind him. “Sorry.”
Motorhead twisted around to frown at the Autobot scout. “You’re up early,” he frowned as the figure sat down on the edge of the moat next to him.
“I was just on my way out,” Hound snickered as he reached out and gave Crikey a quick pat on the snout. Motorhead watched disinterested as the crocodile pulled himself out of the water and practically crawled into the Autobot’s lap. “You’re nervous about today?” Hound asked as he petted the animal.
“Wouldn’t you be?” Motorhead huffed as he threw another rock in the water.
“I was,” Hound chuckled as he set the animal aside. “It took me a long time to even be able speak to Mirage face to face let alone for us to get to know one another enough before Aligning. The first time we even spoke I could have sworn that I was about overheat at any moment just being next to him, never mind his two guards were practically glaring at me practically the entire time.”
Motorhead looked over at the mech utterly baffled. “What? What the slag are you talking about? Guards?”
“Oh.” Hound’s blue optics flickered briefly. “Mirage was part of the elite and his circle didn’t fine me… suitable for him.” Motorhead could only stare at the Autobot bewildered and Hound snickered. “All I’m saying is that things have a tendency to work out for the best.”
“Oh,” Motorhead shook himself out of his confusion. “Thanks.”
Hound just smiled as he gently pushed Cirkey off his lap and back into the water. “No problem,” he said as he stood up and brushed the dirt off himself. Hound turned to find another figure just reaching them and he smiled at the mech’s confusion upon seeing him. “You two have a nice time today.”
“Um, thank you,” Bluestreak stated surprised before he jumped startled when there was the sudden sound of splashing.
He and Hound turned just in time to see Motorhead standing at the edge of the moat, one leg actually in the water. “Bluestreak!” he gasped surprised before he pulled his leg out of the moat and tried his best to shake off the excess water. “Uh, good morning!”
Bluestreak managed a small smile. “Good morning.”
Hound couldn’t contain the grin as he looked at the two younger mechs. “Well, if you’ll excuse me. I’m off on a morning nature drive. There are some animals on this planet that are the most active in early morning and I wish to get some stills of them.”
Bluestreak whirled around surprised but Hound had already jumped across the moat. “Have a great time today!” he called out as he transformed into his jeep mode.
The two on the opposite bank could only watch the Autobot drive off in surprise silence as they suddenly found themselves alone with one another. “Um…” Motorhead shuffled slightly.
Bluestreak glanced at the ‘Con momentarily before he reached into one of his compartments and brought out a piece of one of Ratchet’s sheets. He held it out to the ‘Con. “You might want to wipe off that liquid before it settles and you rust.”
“Oh. Thank you.” Motorhead reached out and took the offered fabric. For the briefest moments they both stood there, the stretch of white connecting them for the smallest of moments. Then Bluestreak dropped his end and Motorhead proceeded to dry himself off. There was a moment of uncertainty once he was finished with it but Bluestreak held up a hand to ward off Motorhead’s hesitant gesture of returning the item.
“Keep it.”
Motorhead continued to hold up the torn sheet for a moment more before he nodded and started to fold the damp material. “Thanks.”
The two stood there for another long while as the ‘Con put the sheet away in one of his own compartments. “So…” Bluestreak began softly. “Did you have a nice night?”
“Oh! Um, yes,” Motorhead spoke quietly. “Thanks for asking.”
“You’re welcome,” Bluestreak replied and silence descended once more.
The two shuffled a bit uneasily. “So…” Motorhead began.
“Yes?” Bluestreak asked anxiously.
“Are you… ready to go?”
Bluestreak looked surprised. “Oh… right. Yes, I am.”
Motorhead nodded and jumped across the moat. He hesitated a moment before finally holding out his hand to help Bluestreak over. The Autobot however didn’t even wait for Motorhead to fully extend his arm before he gracefully jumped over the water. He smirked at the ‘Con’s surprised expression. “Uh… let’s go then,” Motorhead muttered as he turned back towards the open expanse of desert. “You do know where we’re going, correct?”
“Of course,” Bluestreak insisted. “Red was very kind to give me a detailed course.”
Motorhead smiled. “After you.”
“This is about as exciting as going to the dentist,” Mikaela huffed from where she and Red Alert were behind the storage shed watching Motorhead and Bluestreak stand awkwardly beside one another on the other side of the fence.
“You’re telling me,” Red drawled. He frowned. “What’s a dentist?”
Mikaela quickly waved the Autobot off. “Tell you later,” she said quickly. “It’s finally getting interesting!”
The two continued to watch the mechs on the moat bank as a large white sheet was passed from one to the other. Nothing apparently came of it, as the two were once again back to standing around. “Well that was a whole lot of nothing,” Red sighed disappointedly.
“But it looks as if they’re getting ready to head off to the point!” Mikaela stated excitedly. “About slagging time too.”
“Now all we have to do is make sure nothing messes up their date!” Red grinned. “We’ll give them a few moments head start. If I follow too close behind they’ll pick me up on their scanners.”
“If they even have their scanners set,” Mikaela snickered.
The two waited a good ten minutes before crossing the moat and Red Alert transformed and swung his door open for Mikaela when there was a shout from behind them. “Wait for me!” Judy called out excitedly.
Mikaela’s eyes widened in surprise as the woman crossed the human’s bridge. “You want to come with us to spy on Blue and Motorhead?” She asked in disbelief.
“Nonsense,” Judy snickered as she quickly cambered into the passenger seat of the Chevy avalanche. “You can drop me off at the book store and pick me up on your way back.”
“Oh,” Mikaela nodded in understanding as she started to climb into the car before two blurs suddenly darted out in front of her and clambered into Red’s interior.
“The hell?” Red Alert yelped as Spindle and Neurotoxic suddenly dove into his back seats.
Judy just smiled as she looked back at the two gremlins. “I think they want to tag along,” she laughed.
“Why not,” Mikaela shook her head as she finally took her seat. “The more the merrier.”
“That’s the spirit!” Judy chortled.
“This is going to be one of those days,” Red Alert sighed as he turned towards the road.
“So what’s this place we’re going to?” Motorhead asked curiously as they were just coming upon the city limits.
“Some place that Mikaela stated was a popular dating spot,” Bluestreak replied. “Apparently it’s where all the high school kids go and she said we should fit right in. Though I’m not quite sure what she meant by that. Especially considering that we have to stay in our alt modes but she assured me that it was the perfect place. I can only assume that she knows what she’s talking about since she apparently dated Sam for a few months. They didn’t suit however but they’re still good friends. It’s a bit confusing, human mating rituals. It seems that’s another popular ‘dating ritual’ is having dinner with one another alone but yet in a populated eating establishment. How can they be alone when they’re surrounded by other people? It doesn’t make any sense. What do you think?”
“No sense,” Motorhead replied as they came to a stop sign.
“That’s what I said!” Bluestreak cried out before he pressed on about the Earthlings and their odd habits.
Motorhead said nothing, content to listen to Bluestreak’s voice as he continued on. It was actually rather nice after all the time spent with Rollerforce and Groundhog constantly nitpicking at him. Bluestreak’s voice was a soothing balm compared to them. This was going to be a great day after all.
“Do you see them?” Mikaela asked worriedly as Red pulled onto the lane leading towards the lookout point.
“Not yet,” Red muttered. “And I can’t do a scan without tripping their perimeter alarms.”
“Damn,” Mikaela snarled in frustration as she craned her neck to look at the road behind them. “That detour to the book store was too long.”
“It should be fine,” Red stated soothingly. “They’re either here already or we’ll see when they do arrive. Now if you could get Spindle to stop kneading my back seat please.”
Mikaela spun around and picked up the steering wheel that was indeed raking his multiple legs against the leather material. Setting him in her lap she checked to ensure that Neurotoxic was still occupied with looking out the window. “Well as long as we ensure to stay out of sight.”
“Um… apparently that’s going to be rather easy,” Red announced as he suddenly came to a halt.
Mikaela blinked in surprise as she stared at the multiple cars practically everywhere on the cliff top. “What the slag?” She yelped in frustration. “Isn’t today a slagging school day? What are all these kids doing here?”
“Are you not a kid yourself?” Red snickered.
“Zip it ‘Mom’.”
Red simply chuckled before he gasped as he spotted a splash of orange near the far side of the group of cars. “There they are!”
“Where?” Mikaela looked up excitedly as she tried to spot the two specific cars out of many.
“Shh!” Red hissed as he quickly turned left and headed towards the far end of the group. “I don’t think they’ve spotted us!”
Mikaela frowned as she looked at the other automobiles scattered about. “Look at all of them!” she growled. “How is this romantic?”
“Hopefully they’ll all head off before long,” Red drawled as he parked. “At least we blend in.”
“-Look at that one!-” Bluestreak huffed in disgust. “-How can humans treat their cars that way? His bumper is practically falling off! And look at that one! His entire headlight is completely destroyed! And that one has rust patches all over! Yuck! And is that car smoking?-”
“-It seems so,-” Motorhead chuckled.
“-What the slag? How could that human let his car get into such bad shape? -”
“-No idea, -” Motorhead replied.
“-And that one is pink! Who ever heard of a pink hummer?-”
“-Not me.-”
“-Huh. That one kind of looks like Red.-”
“I wish I knew what they were talking about,” Mikaela frowned as she stared at the two cars at the other end of the lined up cars.
“-Well I can’t turn on my communicator without letting them know we’re here,-” Red explained. The two were quiet for a long moment. “-Unless...-”
“Unless what?” Mikaela instantly perked up.
The glove box suddenly dropped open and she turned surprised to see a small black electronic device. “-This is a relay transmitter. I was going to test it out on the base defense grid but why not try it out now?-”
“Yes!” Mikaela grinned excitedly as she set Spindle aside and reached for the box. “I’ll be right back.”
She reached for the door and quickly slipped out of the drivers seat. Hunching down she started to dart from car to car, trying her best to ensure that no one caught her sneaking about. After a quick search she figured the large oak tree would be the perfect place to hide the transmitter. Ensuring Bluestreak and Motorhead hadn’t moved she knelt down and set the box against the base of the tree, fluffing up the brush around it to hide it from anyone.
Quickly looking back at the two mechs on their date she slowly stood up and began backing away. So far everything was going perfectly and she was hoping that the two Cybertronions were getting along with each other. She didn’t want anything to go wrong for the two.
“Mikaela?”
The girl froze, her eyes widening in absolute horror. “Oh Primus no,” she groaned before she finally stood upright and turned to stare at her once boyfriend. “Trent,” she practically growled.
The jock stared at her surprised before he started looking around at the different cars around them. Clearly he was looking for either ‘Bee or ‘Cade and Mikaela hoped that he didn’t notice Bluestreak, the only other mech present that Trent had seen when they had been at the grocery store.
“Trent? Baby? Is everything all right?” A rather voluptuous blond drawled as she approached. Mikaela quirked an eyebrow at the extremely tight tee-shirt stretched over the rather overpriced chest. “Oh hi there Mikaela,” the girl sneered as she wrapped a perfectly manicured fingers around Trent’s arm. “We haven’t see you at the games lately.”
“Sharon,” Mikaela drawled as she looked at the bubbly head-cheerleader. Clearly Sharon was trying to make Mikaela jealous that she now had Trent with the way she was practically hanging over him. “How’s calculus? Still peering over shoulders to get by?”
Sharon’s wide smile dropped into a harsh scowl but Mikaela had already turned around and was headed back towards Red Alert determined to ignore the two. Only a surprised gasp from Sharon warned her before a firm hand wrapped around her upper arm. She turned stunned to find Trent practically looming over her. “Let’s go,” he announced as he started to practically drag her towards his truck.
“Trent?” Sharon gasped horrified as she stared at the two before her.
“Shut up and get in the truck Sharon,” Trent snapped as he hauled Mikaela along, his thick jacket thwarting Mikaela’s attempt to gouge at his arm.
“Damn it Trent! Let me go! What the fuck are you doing?” Mikaela hissed, glancing back at Red Alert wondering if he would be able to help her without alerting Motorhead and Bluestreak to their presence.
“Saving you!” Trent announced as he whirled around to stare at her. “From those things!”
“What things?” Sharon huffed as her hands instantly went to her hips as. “Trent!”
“Just get in the truck Sharon!”
“Trent!” Sharon gasped as she trotted after them. “This is ridiculous! She’s not coming with us!”
“We have to save her!” Trent insisted as he fumbled in his pants pocket for his keys, all the while tightening his grip on the struggling Mikaela.
“You’re kidnapping me!” Mikaela insisted as she tried to pry the quarterback’s fingers off her arm. Mikaela wished she had worn something with a sharper heel as she kicked at Trent’s ankles. “Damn it!”
“Saving her from what?” Sharon asked puzzled, ignoring Mikaela completely.
“From the aliens!” Trent insisted as he searched his pockets.
“WHAT?” Sharon practically shrieked and Mikaela winced at the piercing tone. “What aliens?”
“There are no such things as aliens,” Mikaela said quickly still trying to get Trent to let go of her arm.
“Yes there are!” Trent practically shouted. “And we have to save Mikaela from them!”
“What?” Sharon shrieked again.
“Damn it Trent! Let me go!” Mikaela snapped.
“But the aliens!” Trent bellowed.
“What aliens?” Sharon huffed.
Trent’s eyes widened and Mikaela groaned as she spied the small black wheel slinking towards Sharon’s ankles. “THAT ALIEN!”
Sharon’s look of skepticism held for another moment before suddenly cold metal was around her ankles and surprise dominated her features as she pitched forward. “Go Spindle!” Mikaela snickered as she looked around for Neurotoxic. She knew if Spindle was out here then the white X-box wasn’t far behind. The Terraformer didn’t disappoint her either as he appeared on top of hood of Trent’s truck. With a string of what sounded like the Cybertronion equivalent of cackling the mech took a leap and latched onto Trent’s back.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Mikaela wrenched her arm away fairly easily as Trent took off, weaving between the different cars all the while trying his best to get the X-box off of him. Neurotoxic however clearly wasn’t about to let go any time soon. With a small laugh Mikaela looked down at Sharon who was just getting up off the ground. Her pristine white tee and short shorts were now streaked with dirt and grass stains. “You okay?” Mikaela drawled.
“What the hell is that?” Sharon gasped as she stared at the small black object practically prancing to Mikaela.
The Medic in training simply snickered as she bent down and lifted the spider like mech up. “Just a steering wheel,” she drawled. “Now I have to go get my game console back from Trent.”
“Mikaela?” A voice suddenly cried out behind her and Mikaela winced as she turned around to find a blue Nissan and orange Corvette behind her. “What are you doing here?” Bluestreak continued utterly astonished.
“So that is Red Alert!” Motorhead cried surprised. Mikaela looked over her shoulder to see the red Avalanche trying to hide behind the pink hummer.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Bluestreak drawled, clearly angry.
Mikaela winced as Trent streaked past them again still screaming. People were finally poking their heads out to see what the fuss was about and when Trent went careening past them for a third time Mikaela shoved Spindle at the still flummoxed cheerleader and snagged Neruotoxic off the jocks back. Thankfully the Terraformers knew it was time to “disappear” as they quickly changed into their alt modes.
Sharon just stared down at the now perfect steering wheel in her hands with all the horror as if it were a surprise math test. “I think I ate too many diet pills,” she muttered dazedly.
Mikaela just took the black wheel from the stunned girl and turned back to the two mechs before her. “… I can explain!”
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: ^__^ I'm sorry, but I just had to write the date! XD
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