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Post by Firefly on Sept 5, 2011 6:47:59 GMT -5
LOL!!!!!!! I love their reaction. XD They thought it was a hacker lol! Oh this just made my day!
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Post by elphie on Sept 5, 2011 23:22:36 GMT -5
“No way,” Sam breathed. “This is impossible.” Mikaela shook her head. “This is some kind of sick joke!” “No joke,” Optimus Prime said through the radio. “I don’t believe this!” Sam clutched at his head as if trying to keep it from breaking apart. “How did you even get here?” “Skyfire, of course. Now, I have been sitting out here for quite a while and it is very cold. Either come say hello or tell me to come back in the morning.” “We’ll be right out,” Sam called. He grabbed Mikaela by the hand. “Come on!” They dashed downstairs, outside and across the lawn not even bothering with coats or shoes. Mojo, expecting to be let out, ran right into the door as it shut behind them. Optimus quickly opened his door and they dove in. “Do you believe me yet?” “I guess so,” Mikaela said breathlessly. She rubbed at the goosebumps on her arms. “When did you guys get here?” “Yesterday. We landed at Diego Garcia and drove all night to get here. Skyfire stayed at the base.” “You said you’d never come back!” Sam reminded him. “We did not intend to.” Optimus paused, noticing Mikaela’s posture. “Are you cold, little one?” “Y-yeah.” In her tank top and flannel pants, Mikaela had little protection against the weather. “Just a little.” Optimus blasted warm air in her general direction. “I hope that helps. I have discovered that all females, even Autobots, have a tendency to be cold.” “Annoying, isn’t it?” said Sam. “I don’t mind,” Optimus said placidly. “It usually works out well for the female’s partner. Elita always latches onto me when she’s cold. Anyway—I thought that this was a temperate climate, Sam. Why is there so much snow?” “Really freaky weather,” Sam answered unhelpfully. “This is a record-breaking winter, both in low temperature and high snow fall.” Prime made a growling sound, frustrated. “We cannot stay very long, then. Unless we find a place that has heat. That is unlikely.” “What do you mean?” “Our systems begin to shut down when our core temperature reaches a certain low,” Optimus explained. “I don’t know how to translate it into your measurements, but suffice to say that we cannot stay very cold for very long.” “Yeah, even organics are like that,” Mikaela pointed out. “But I can see where it would be worse for you guys because your systems are so complex and you need specialized equipment to be repaired.” There was a long pause. “I had forgotten just how mechanical you are, little one,” Optimus admitted. “You are, of course, completely correct. We are staying at Lookout Point, but it is too exposed for us to stay there for very long.” “One of my dad’s friends owns a warehouse,” Sam said. “I’ll ask him if we can use it, and tell him it’s for a giant project or something. No heat, but it would help a little, I guess.” “You can take us there in the morning.” Optimus ran his wiper blades, flicking off a layer of snow. “Does it have to wait until morning?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I do not want to re-start the cycle of keeping you up all night,” Optimus answered firmly. “And to be honest, I do not think I can make it up that hill in the dark and snow. I almost jumped the guard rail on the way down!” Mikaela and Sam burst into laughter. “What is so funny?” Optimus demanded. “We’re supposed to get six inches of snow today and tomorrow,” Mikaela giggled at him. “I don’t suppose it would be any less slippery to walk?” “Probably worse.” “Oh, for Spark’s sake,” Optimus muttered, along with a string of Cybertronian curses. “The roads have been pretty bad lately,” Sam informed him. “I’ve had to keep my car in the garage for the past week!” “That’s because your car is a piece of crap,” Mikaela pointed out. “What did you buy?” Optimus interrupted. “We have all been wondering.” “Scan the garage and find out. You’ll die.” Mikaela grinned. “His dad picked it out.” Green lasers danced over the garage. The truck horn gave a short, loud honk of shock. “Sorry—what is that?” Optimus demanded. “All I am picking up is…something that is not metal.” “It’s made of fiberglass,” Mikaela told him. “It’s a hybrid,” Sam muttered defensively. “It saves gas.” “Forget gas mileage, it isn’t safe!” Optimus continued. “Sam, if you were in an accident, that thing would crumple like a-a-a something very small.” “Paper cup?” supplied Mikaela. “Yes, a paper cup. You would never survive.” “It’s eco-friendly,” Sam protested weakly. “And it didn’t break apart when it went into the river.” The last comment left Optimus speechless for several seconds. “Were you in it when that happened?” “No, it was empty. It rolled down a hill.” “Does it not have brakes?” Optimus didn’t wait for a reply. “The others will get a look at that little waste of gravity even if I have to tow it. Ironhide will blow a gasket.” Mikaela clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle giggles. Sam glared at her. “You should get to bed,” Optimus said to them. He shut off his heater and Mikaela whimpered. “Sorry, little one. You cannot stay here all night. Sam, you need to tell your mother that we are here. She would go into convulsions if she saw us without some warning.” “What about you?” Sam asked. “There is a truck stop outside of town. I will be able to blend in. I can catch a stasis nap before morning.” “You’ll come back, though, won’t you?” Mikaela asked, suddenly sounding very young. “You won’t just leave and let us think it was all a dream?” “No, children, I will not leave you.” Optimus’s voice was very gentle. “Not tonight. I will be back in the morning. Hopefully the sun will thaw things out a bit.”
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Post by Firefly on Sept 6, 2011 7:33:03 GMT -5
I love the line about all females being cold! It's SOOO true, most of the time! And I can't believe Optimus said that XD "it usually works out well for the female's partner." bahahaha!!! Aaaaand the jokes about the prius (it was a prius, right?)...absolute ROFLOL-ness. That last part made me so sad, or I guess it was touching. It made me wanna cry, whatever feeling it was. I wuv Op. I can't wait for the humans to see Bee again! ^_^ That's gonna be freaking AMAZING!
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Post by elphie on Sept 6, 2011 20:54:41 GMT -5
I went back and forth for days on that Optimus comment. I decided to go for it.
I wrote the prius bit shortly after my friend rolled her prius for no apparent reason. she's fine, but the car was SMASHED.
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Post by Firefly on Sept 6, 2011 21:59:17 GMT -5
Glad to know she's fine. Yeah, I'm never getting a hunk of junk mini-car with all the special stuff they have nowadays. All I want is a car that will get me from point a to point b and doesn't make me look like I'm always Miss Sunshine and a sparkle-lover. Good grief, most of those cars I see are SPARKLY...and this really girly shade of blue.
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Post by elphie on Sept 15, 2011 21:03:32 GMT -5
Optimus speaks… It felt very much like coming home. It shouldn’t have. But it did. There was something comforting about driving the familiar street outside Sam’s house. It was snowing. I had never seen snow except in Alaska, where the stining ice crystals felt like tiny razors grinding onto every surface and digging into every joint. This snow was soft. The flakes were cool and feather-light when they touched my skin. After the heat, flame, and smoke of Cybertron, the gentle snow felt good. It seemed to muffle all sound, so that I could barely hear my own engine. Even the neighborhood dogs were quiet. Except, of course, for Mojo. I could hear him barking from a block away. I found myself wondering what had scared him this time. Probably his own shadow. Because all of the humans were asleep, I had to worry less about being seen. I stopped and faced the house. It looked the same, minus the plants. All the lights were off except for a glow of a computer screen downstairs. In the relative silence—Mojo was still barking—I permitted myself a moment of calm. A moment just to be at peace and think. I smelled the pure, cold air, felt the light snowflakes, and heard…almost nothing. I didn’t take more than a moment—really, that was all I needed, since I was lucky to get a half-second on Cybertron—because once I stopped moving I was far too cold. I contacted the children. Later, when I watched Sam and Mikaela run through the yard, I decided that we would have to come back for future visits. Sam fumbled with the door, cursing. Mikaela, shivering like a leaf, smacked him on the back of the head. He yelped and said something stupid, which earned him another smack. When he finally got the door open, Mojo barreled out and sank up to his ears in snow. Sam grabbed him by the collar and hauled him inside. We were definitely coming back…sometime.
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Post by Firefly on Sept 22, 2011 18:59:13 GMT -5
I'm sorry I didn't read this for a whole week...When I'm not busy, I'm not remembering it. :/
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Post by elphie on Sept 25, 2011 22:44:53 GMT -5
it's okay.
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Post by elphie on Sept 25, 2011 23:28:45 GMT -5
Bumblebee speaks…
Prowl was annoyingly calm when he ordered me to stop pacing. “Prime will be here when he’s here, not a moment sooner,” the ninja said. He was sitting in lotus position, meditating. “Whether or not he has found the organics.” I made a strangling motion behind his back. Jazz laughed, and Elita glared at us. Prowl was here to learn about Earth. Prowl was still a douchebag. “Go back to your meditating,” I muttered. “If you let me teach you, you would learn the wonders of stillness and silence,” he replied coolly, still facing away from me. Silence. Bullshit. Like I didn’t know what it was like to be silent. I started toward him. I was gonna kill him. He’d been aggravating me all the way from Cybertron. It was time to kill. Ironhide grabbed me from behind and lifted me completely off my feet. Not fair. I couldn’t very well struggle when I was ten feet above the ground. “Watch this,” Jazz whispered. He cranked the volume on his newly-upgraded speaker system. “ALL ABOARD/ HA HA HA!” The music scared Prowl so badly that he tipped over. Elita went to help him, but he pushed her away when he noticed that she was laughing, too. I heard Optimus coming up the hill and I stopped to listen. He was having a lot of trouble with that icy road and the pitch of his engine illustrated it. “Remind me to scan some snow tires,” our leader said as he trundled into the clearing. He stopped and opened his door. “Out! Everyone, out!” Prowl made some stupid comment that earning him a couple curses and a lecture from Ironhide, but I didn’t hear what either of them said. I was watching Sam and Mikaela. Mikaela’s hair was a little longer and she wore knee-high fuzzy boots. Sam had gotten a new coat. Beyond that, they looked exactly the same. I froze in place, as if moving would somehow break the spell and reveal that this amazing moment wasn’t real. Then they were in my arms, those warm little bodies. I hugged them and kissed them and hugged them some more. I wanted to stay like that forever and ever and never never never let go. Never let them out of my sight again. I held them as tightly as I could without hurting them. My Spark was shining like a flame inside me, sending tremors through my whole body. I felt whole again. “We missed you, we missed you, we missed you!” Mikaela sobbed. “I hate cars,” Sam said. “I hate all cars but you.” “No matter what happens, no matter when you leave, you always have to come back.” Mikaela was crying so hard I could barely understand her. “You always have to come see us.” Wait…they didn’t know I was staying? I looked up quickly at Prime and he gave a small smile. He was going to let me tell them myself. I pulled back a little and wiped Mikaela’s tears with my thumb. Tears would freeze. There was no reason for her to cry anymore. My hands were cold, but so was her face. She hugged me again. They started talking over each other, and I was so happy that I just sat there and grinned. When they got to the same point in their dual narrative, they pointed behind them. “We brought you something,” Sam concluded. Optimus nudged something at his feet. My puppy bounded toward us. He would probably be afraid of me, and while I understood it, it made me sad. I went down on all fours to appear smaller. I held out my hand and went still. Jacob the Werewolf trotted up and began licking the snow off my fingers. He wasn’t afraid of me at all! I reached out a little more and he butted against my hand. “His ears are really soft,” Mikaela said. I discovered that she was right, because Jacob let me rub his warm, floppy ears next. I laughed a little—this was just too awesome to be true! Mikaela snapped her fingers. “Jake! Whazzzup?” It was a command and I glanced at her, not knowing what it meant. Jake knew. He looked up at me and barked. His eyes were the exact same color as mine. Autobot blue!
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Post by Firefly on Oct 2, 2011 13:54:45 GMT -5
*cries* It's so adorable and...just...Vonderbar! (That's what wonderful sounds like in German...it would be less awesome in English)
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Post by elphie on Oct 2, 2011 21:07:48 GMT -5
“His attention span is only so long,” Mikaela said apologetically. “He’s just a baby.” I nodded. Short attention span—not unlike myself. “He gets in so much trouble,” Sam told me. “He likes to shred things.” “Sounds just like Bumblebee,” Optimus remarked. “On a smaller, furrier scale,” Jazz added. Mikaela glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah, but as far as I know, Bumblebee doesn’t pee on the floor.” “Autobots do not pee,” Prowl said in his best ‘I’m-sorry-you’re-stupid” voice. “I assumed you knew.” Sam and Mikaela exchanged grins. Evil, devious grins. Oh, yeah. This was gonna be fun.
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Post by elphie on Oct 5, 2011 15:28:44 GMT -5
“Omigod stop! I paid 20k for that car!” “This,” Ironhide informed Sam, “is not a car.” He set down the Prius anyway. “I can’t even call it a tin can, because there’s no metal! Why would anyone buy that?” Optimus, who had brought the Prius to Lookout Point in his trailer, watched the proceedings with amusement. Jazz asked the crucial question. “Is it fast?” “It can be,” Sam mumbled. “I doubt that.” Elita prodded at the bumper. “Let’s hear the engine.” Humiliated, Sam got behind the wheel and started the ignition. True to its hybrid nature, the engine hummed quietly. Sam revved it. “Try revving it,” Jazz suggested. “I just did.” Ironhide almost choked on his own lubricant. “No!” Sam raced the engine again and the result was a thrummm. “See? Revving. I am revving.” “Omigod/omigod you guys!” Bumblebee played through his giggles. Earlier, he’d fallen on his bottom from hysterics and now all he could do was point and laugh. “You know what, ‘Bee, shut up.” Sam got out and slammed the door. “There is nothing wrong with the car.” “Except that it can’t go over forty,” Jazz put in. “It’s got great gas mileage,” Sam continued without missing a beat. “Fewer carbon emissions, GPS, and the sound system’s pretty good. Nothing wrong with it.” “Pfffff,” came from Bumblebee “There’s not wrong with it,” Ironhide agreed. “Not yet.” He stepped on the Prius and squished it flat. “NOOOO!” screamed Sam. “Ironhide!” Optimus boomed. Sam was flying off the handle. “No! Tell me that did not just happen! Not the ride, man! My dad’s gonna kill me!” “What’s the matter?” Ironhide asked, perplexed. “It’s not like you’re gonna need it!” Sam gaped at him. “Umm….yeah I will! I need a car to get around! You just smashed twenty thousand dollars!” Bumblebee let out an irritated huff. He transformed and ran over the Prius, quite deliberately crunching it further. He planted his Camaro self atop the automotive wafer and sat there obstinately. “No way,” Sam breathed. “You’re staying?” “Forever and for always.” “But you’ll run out of energy, won’t you?” Sam asked. Bumblebee honked his horn once. It was a signal, and Optimus spoke up. “Alpha Trion made a modification to Bumblebee’s systems,” the Autobot leader said. “Bumblebee can absorb energy from sunlight. He doesn’t need Energon or a recharging chamber. He…doesn’t need anything Cybertronian to survive. He’ll have to return every few years for maintenance—as you humans would see a doctor—but he does not need to stay there.” At a silent transmission from Bumblebee, he continued, “Bumblebee was not happy on Cybertron. I can attest to that.” Mikaela finally found her voice. “But ‘Bee, that’s your home. Are you sure you want to leave, just to be with us?” Bumblebee inched forward and nudged her affectionately. The answer, though silent, was clearly yes. “So…this is good?” Prowl broke in. “Yes, Prowl, this is good,” Elita said in her best ‘I’m-sorry-you’re-stupid’ voice. Sam’s cell phone went off and he dug it from his pocket. “It’s Mom.” Jazz, Ironhide, and Optimus let out collective groans. “Hey, Mom. I let you sleep,” Sam told his mother. “Where? Yeah, about that….funny story.” “Is there a problem?” asked Prowl, seeing his colleagues’ reactions to the call. “It’s what on the other end of the communication device that’s the problem,” Jazz drawled. “It’s a species of organic that doesn’t exist anywhere else,” Ironhide added. “So it is unique to this area?” Prowl asked, fascinated. “There is only one of its kind,” Jazz said. “Beware! It can spew poison and is equipped with sonic weaponry!” “Hush,” Elita scolded. “Stop teasing him.” “But am I wrong?” Jazz shot back. The voice coming from Sam’s phone became audible. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THEY’RE BACK? THEY SAID THEY’D NEVER COME BACK! IS THAT THOSE GIANT TIRE TRACKS IN THE STREET? WHERE’S OPTIMUS PRIME I’M GONNA KILL HIM!” Prowl’s jaw dropped. “That’s the sonic weaponry,” Ironhide pointed out. “Perhaps that part is not untrue,” Elita conceded. “Quiet.” Trying not to laugh, Optimus pulled Elita to his side. “We don’t want to upset—” “I CAN HEAR HIS VOICE!” Judy shrieked. “I’M GONNA KILL HIM!”
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Post by Firefly on Oct 9, 2011 16:58:34 GMT -5
HAHA! Gotta love Judy and her tirades!!!
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Post by elphie on Oct 11, 2011 21:55:11 GMT -5
“Mom, the signal’s going!” Sam motioned furiously at the Autobots. “Sig—break—ppp.” “Oh, of course.” Optimus leaned down. He touched the phone as Sam held it out to him. Sparks flew and the signal really did go out. “I forgot about that little trick.” Sam shoved his phone back in his pocket. “I thought you’d never figure it out!” “Hey.” Bumblebee transformed. “Who let the dogs out?” Mikaela looked around. “Oh, nuts, where did he go?” The Autobots and humans began looking for the dog. Eventually Ironhide called, “He’s over here!” Jacob the Werewolf followed Ironhide back into the clearing, carrying some poor dead animal in his mouth. “Another one?” Mikaela complained, wading through the snow to take it from him. “Drop!” “Mikaela, stop!” Optimus thundered, a little louder than was necessary. “My scans indicate that that is a skunk.” Prowl gave a light laugh. “It’s just an animal, Prime.” He was so completely mistaken that no one bothered to correct him. Bumblebee started to back away. “Oh, Jake, why?” Mikaela asked mournfully. “Just, why? Drop it. Please. Jake! Drop!” The puppy did not intend to relinquish his new toy. He growled playfully. “Ironhide, try taking it from him,” Sam suggested. “Screw you!” Ironhide retorted. “I know what’s inside that thing! Make Prowl do it!” “Pleeeaase drop it,” Mikaela coaxed the dog. “Take a command for once in your life! Drop!” This thing was way too cool to give up without a fight. Jake shook his head like he would have at home with one of his toys. The skunk whipped back and forth…and then, in a delicate white mist, the scent gland burst. Vile, mind-numbing stench roiled forth. Ironhide caught the worst of it, next to Jake. The offending dog dropped his prey with a yelp and skittered away. “I see the problem,” Prowl said sagely. “For Spark’s sake, how can anything produce that smell?” Jazz whimpered. “Jake, you are dead!” Mikaela shouted. “So, so dead!” “I do not like the idea of fleeing before an organic,” Optimus said, “but I won’t tell, if all of you won’t!” “Far as I’m concerned, this never happened!” Ironhide agreed. “Now let’s get the hell out of here!” The contingent barreled down the hill with Bumblebee in the lead, the humans with Optimus, and the dog in Ironhide’s open bed. “Why didn’t anyone tell me about biological weaponry on this planet?” Prowl demanded. “You said you wanted to learn!” Jazz shot back. “Consider this lesson number one.” “I hate this planet already.”
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Post by Firefly on Oct 12, 2011 18:20:51 GMT -5
LOL!!!!!!!! I love Prowl's grrrness! haha! This was HILARIOUS! Made my day.
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