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The road trip back to Texas wasn’t without its awkward moments. American border patrol took issue with Drift, who had circumvented problems initially via helicopter entry into Canada, but Galvatron’s holoform exchanged a few words - and transformium-manufactured documentation - and all three of them were cleared.
{Good thing you have that trick.} Crosshairs ventured, deciding it was best to be genial with the mass murderer, {The papers.}
Galvatron wasn’t interested in niceties. {Less the papers, more my holoform.}
Crosshairs twitched his wing mirror in surprise, trying to exchange a vehicular look with Drift. Galvatron’s engine rumbled as he gathered speed on the interstate, lights flickering as he pulled around a slow Civic and accelerated down the fast lane heedless of the beginning rain.
{Autobots fought for the humans without knowing anything about them, just as you fought with all your strength for Optimus, in like ignorance.}
{Now that’s just rude.} Crosshairs protested. Drift took a few moments of silent reflection, but Galvatron did not rise to an argument.
{Your holoform is like Cade.} Drift ventured, {Is that what you mean?}
Galvatron’s windshield wipers flicked rainwater dismissively. {Like Cade. Yes. And yours is not.}
The other awkward part, in Crosshairs’ estimation, was mostly just keeping company with Galvatron at all. The drive from Tuktoyaktuk’s shore, where they had encountered him, to Lockhart, where Tessa and her dad still lived, was the better part of 3100 miles - 3069.31 even as the copter flew. Fortunately Galvatron didn’t sing or anything, though he didn’t seem bothered at all about using the communication systems frequently, and nothing he said made Crosshairs feel any better about bringing him along.
This was what happened. You had one fling with a guy, exchanged a night’s worth of sparkshine, and they convinced you to drive almost the entire span of a continent to pick up the cosmos’ most infamous enemy combatant. Not even once, kids.
When they took a refueling break, Galvatron pulled up into a truck stop and coasted naturally into a space, giving Crosshairs his first real opportunity to talk privately with Drift, without fearing his communications could be eavesdropped on. Who knew what capabilities that synthetic new form had?
"Are we really bringing him back to the farmhouse? Drift. C’mon, partner, you’re taking this second chances thing a little far, don’t you think?" He opened his arms imploringly, his coat twitching up and spreading to imitate the motion, "This is never gonna work out."
Drift transformed discreetly behind the treeline, keeping an eye on the highway not far away, being as discreet as a bright blue and gold robot could be. "If Galvatron goes berserk and kills us all, you may say ‘I told you so.’"
Crosshairs’ mouth worked, indignantly, "It’s one thing for you to risk us on this gamble, but Tessa..."
Drift kept his calm despite the accusation. "Can you think of a reason for Galvatron to wish to harm Tessa?"
"He doesn’t need a fuckin’ reason!" Crosshairs exploded, at a volume that doubtless Galvatron could hear, and he dropped decibels with regret, "He’s not you, Drift. From what I’ve heard he’s made a stellar career of wanting to kill this wretched lot of skinsuits, and I go and find a friendly one and you lead him right to her."
Drift’s lips pressed into a line, struggling to master emotion, knowing that if he disagreed with Crosshairs now it would look as though he were apologizing for the Decepticon leader, when he did not wish to overlook what had come before, in forging a new path for the future.
"I understand your fear." Drift said, quietly, "And your reservations for Tessa’s safety."
The Stingray looked encouraged, then again disappointed when Drift turned away; clearly that was all he had to say on the matter. Ridiculous. He understood but he was gonna do it anyway.
"Hell."
Crosshairs was halfway tempted the nearer they got to ‘home’ to strike off on his own, at least not have to see or be involved in what went down when his two companions encountered Bumblebee or Hound, or Tessa, or Cade even - who might actually aggravate the situation even worse. Even Joshua was sometimes around, and any one of those encounters could go badly.
But at some point he delayed too long, missed his turn off point, and the three of them rumbled up to the farmhouse as a single unit.
Tessa was sitting on the porch reading a college Comp Sci textbook, but the extra engine - with the knowledge that Bee and Hound were around back - made her look up, and then shriek at the sight of Galvatron.
"Wait--" Drift transformed, hoping that his root form would at least be able to step in and do something physical if it were necessary - but after a full seven years of extended combat on Earth with human partnerships, Bumblebee was quick on the draw to respond to a human distress sound. He vaulted over Cade’s parked truck of junk, both hands weapon ready, took one look at Galvatron’s car form and loosed three decisive rounds, atomizing the Argosy.
The whirl of individual cubes reconfigured themselves into the familiar robotic biped without apparent pain or even annoyance, and Galvatron turned his eyes to the little yellow nuisance.
"Not again!" Bee vocalized, discharging empty rounds and powering up for a second time - and then Drift stepped in between them.
"Please."
Crosshairs transformed, determined to drag Drift’s ass out of the line of fire bodily if need be. "I told you--"
"Give me a chance." Drift cut him off, and Crosshairs noticed the me, not him, and reluctantly shut his yap for what felt like the hundredth time in a few days.
Bumblebee threw up his hands, unwilling to shoot through Drift, and sampled "Act like you can’t tell who made this--!" and then gestured around Drift, indicating Galvatron.
Galvatron completely ignored Bumblebee, instead mused, stepping closer to the house, "Where’s the other one, weren’t there five?"
Unfortunately his motion drew him closer to Tessa, who he seemed almost completely unaware of - she was beneath him, figuratively and literally - and at that moment Hound leapt off the roof and collided with him, bearing him backward with weight more than strength.
"Get away from the girl!" Hound brought his weapon-muzzle to the underside of Galvatron’s chin.
Crosshairs thumbed up his goggles, and his coat wrapped a little closer around his legs as he risked moving closer, "All right, Hound, don’t go pulling any pins that’ll frag us all. Point’s made, girl’s saved."
It was obvious to him, bias or not, that Galvatron was exerting no effort here either retaliating to Bumblebee or Hound, or at least one of them would be worse off than they were. He hoped Drift appreciated the incredibly mild devil’s advocacy, because he was pretty sure that Hound wouldn’t.
"What the hell’s goin on here, Ceeaych?" Hound looked up, "How’d he find us? Google maps?"
"Pull the trigger," From Bumblebee, as if shooting a being like Galvatron had worked the last two times anyway.
"Complete mystery to me why our race is dying," Galvatron intoned, without moving, "Go on, then. I think you know what will happen."
Hound’s eyes narrowed, considering it, wondering if shooting didn’t work, maybe shooting a lot would work, as it seemed to have worked on the prototypes back in Hong Kong. "Ehhh." He stood up, stepping away from Galvatron, "Sorry Bee. I’m not made of ammo."
"You kinda are." Crosshairs observed, not really sure at this point whose side he was on, but astonished that everyone who had been alive five minutes ago was still so currently.
Galvatron stood, with exaggerated care, aware that the only ones who hadn’t yet pulled weapons were the two he had arrived with, and looked across at Drift - not reproachfully, just curious. He seemed to be communicating something, looking back between Hound and then Bumblebee, then to Drift again.
The samurai shook his head, a vaguely concerned expression making its home on his face, and Galvatron shrugged.
"I am here on invitation," Galvatron said, after establishing whatever permission - or lack - it was that he sought from Drift, "Welcomed to your family."
Hound laughed. Then stopped laughing, slowly, as he realized that it was not a joke. "Uhhh." About his feet, Tessa climbed down from the porch, trying to adopt an authorative voice.
"He cannot stay here. He tried to kill me."
Galvatron declined from ill-mannered comment along the lines of not remembering that event - but of course the Autobots frequently drove around with humans in them, so he wouldn’t bother to dispute it, either. Nor did he point the obvious - that if Tessa wanted him to leave, there was nothing besides his own desire to go that would move him.
Bumblebee’s agreeing nod was both firm and ignored completely by Drift.
"I invited him here." Drift said steadily, "The truth is, you have had a Decepticon in your ranks for some time now."
"Aw, Drift," Crosshairs murmured under his breath, "Don’t do it, don’t."
For his part, Bumblebee looked at least somewhat torn about that revelation, making uncertain breathy whistles. "Say what?"
Drift’s mouth opened.
Crosshairs abruptly leaned in to grab his shoulder, "Never thought you’d out your own brother like that, Drift, after everything we’ve been through, but that’s fine, I know where I’m not wanted! Decepticon that I am. Completely."
He watched Drift’s face change from confusion to panic, pressed his head against the other Cybertronian’s and whispered, "I’m not gonna let you wreck yourself like this for him, you understand? You can be happy here."
Hound was the first to react to Crosshairs’ louder confession, spitting his molten bullet casing to one side with a shrug, and then eying the paratrooper up and down. "Huh. Then you can both leave. Bye!"
"Punkass Decepticon," Bumblebee added, still unsure, but growing less so by the moment.
"No one is leaving," Galvatron finally elected to speak, with the air of a parent breaking up a squabble, "Any further attempts to enforce this pitiful territorial barking will be met with active resistance." His eyes flicked down to look at Tessa, adding, "You may have noticed that violence is the only language my people are fluent in, though every so often we attempt others, we none of us were very good at negotiation. Crosshairs is not a Decepticon, Hound."
Hound’s expression crinkled like a paper towel that had been used for unsanitary emergency. "Bumblebee? God, I knew it. You always struck me as a Decepticon, with that creepy paintjob--"
"It’s me." Drift said. "I will leave, if that is your desire, Tessa."
Tessa had, over the last few months, gotten closer to all of the Autobots Optimus had left on Earth, but Drift and Bumblebee were the two she felt she understood the best. Drift’s confession threw her, and she didn’t respond immediately.
"You brought him here?" She saw the truth of it in his face before he answered, "Why?"
Drift knelt, touching one hand to the ground to get close, not looming over her, "Tessa, what did you know of any of our people before you met us? That we were dangerous, alien... a threat to your government, your species. You had to trust us, by necessity, when we met. If you had not done so, I would never have made a true friend in you. --I cannot ask you to forgive Galvatron, but I must give him the chance that was given to me, for my own sake."
She stepped forward onto his hand, running her hands up his wrist, then hugged around it as widely as she could.
"No fighting, okay? That's--... that's all."
Galvatron didn't seem at all interested in acknowledging her, but per her request, loosed his transformation lamina in an easy shrug. "So long as these four keep their tempers in check, I see no reason to harm any of you." Then he simply walked past, toward the barn. Drift glanced over, then cradled Tessa close in his other hand.
"Don't worry, Tessa."
"Where is Joshua Joyce?" Galvatron glanced back at the assembled, not seeming impressed by the human and Cybertronian shared moment, "I have business to discuss with him."
Crosshairs side eyed the rest of the party to make sure no one was going to jump Galvatron from behind and start the whole thing off again, constantly tense even around people he called friends, then opened his hands to Galvatron, as if to demonstrate they were free of corrupt CEOs. "He swings by once a week to keep an eye on his investment in the place. Might wanna run your beef by us, first, though. We really can't just let you kill him, Hound's got dibs."
Even as he said it, he wondered how the four of them could prevent Galvatron from doing basically anything. The Dinobots had been sufficient to destroy most of the Protoforms, but the Dinobots were no longer here to rely on, and anyway Galvatron had always been in a class of his own.
Galvatron investigated the barn, getting down on one knee to open the door. Fortunately Cade was not inside - the barn was much more fetching on the inside than the outside, but it was also sterile, a laboratory. It reminded him of KSI's, because much of the equipment looked similar, and after a moment he reconfigured himself, drove in, and then returned to his bipedal mode.
Crosshairs exchanged a look with Drift, and the latter set Tessa down by the house and strode toward the barn, the designated liaison with Galvatron, apparently, who didn't seem to give a roaring rusted fuck what anyone else had to say about anything.
"Galvatron?" Drift entered the barn after, "What is it?"
The Argosy lifted a small metal capsule delicately. "Is there much 'Transformium' here?"
Drift felt his spark compact with concern at the question. He wanted to ask what Galvatron wanted it for, but couldn't find a way to phrase it that didn't sound accusatory - not that Galvatron had yet reacted badly, but now that Tessa had allowed them to stay and asked them not to fight, he felt the weight of personal responsibility settle about his rotors.
"Small samples." He said instead, hoping Galvatron would elaborate on his meaning without being asked. "If I may ask--"
But Galvatron waved him to silence, opening the container and pouring out the fine metal, after a moment absorbing it meditatively into himself. The glowing empty center ring of his chest flickered, and then he smiled in slow delight.
"I will need more."
Drift summoned his courage, to ask this titan who had been so built up in his memories that even being near him now filled him with nervousness, let alone questioning him, whose form was greatly advanced with powers potentially untapped.
"Galvatron, what would you do with it?"
His ancient lord evaluated him a moment, then tossed aside the capsule, looking around the lab as if a cursory examination could yield more of the stuff. Then he cycled air unnecessarily through his systems and looked back at Drift, wrinkling his face in contemplation.
"The inhabitants of this planet consume decaying plant and animal matter. Their ability to do so in the last century was greatly enhanced thanks to my involuntary contributions to their technologies. Now I take, voluntarily or not, what was taken from me, and generate our peoples' salvation. Children, Drift. Like the Decepticons' hatchlings - newborns, from the very stuff itself that can sustain their life as well as grant it."
Drift opened his mouth, but decided that to ask after Galvatron's involuntary contributions would open a can of wires he was not sure he could spool back in. Galvatron saw his hesitation, though, his unbridled hope at the idea that children could be possible for their species again, in Optimus Prime's absence, that they could be sheltered and fed and grow to be a new generation of Cybertronians who did not need to know war.
Galvatron understood Drift, or thought that he did.
"That is the real reason you came to me. No species wants to die out, alone, afraid. Particularly at the expense of another species that has uniformly done nothing but use, destroy, and fear us. With no reason."
"In a movie," Drift mused, "This would be cast as the demonic temptation scene where you tempt me back to an evil purpose, through reinterpretation of events, and eventually betray my trust in you, proving that I ought to always have valued humanity's needs above any other."
The silence stretched only as long as Galvatron's smile. "This isn't a movie," He said, faintly fond.
"I will find you your Transformium." Said Drift.
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