With All My Spark → Transformers

Simmons vs. O'Reilly

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Cereal wasn't really my normal go-to breakfast; I actually hated cereal. Most of the times I enjoyed an egg, some French toast, or even some bacon, but at the moment I just really did not feel like cooking. It was either this or starve to death.

I finished pouring the milk over the cereal before putting the half gallon back in the fridge. I grabbed a spoon from its designated drawer and stuck it in the bowl before heading back into the living room.

Ironhide sat on the couch with an amused look on his face as he stared at the TV. I looked up to see that he was watching the O'Reilly show and I groaned. I despised the news. All they ever talked about was irrelevant shit. They never bothered to speak on important worldly matters. It pissed me off.

"Why are you watching the news? You never even watch TV for that matter," I chuckled as I sat down beside him on the couch.

He laughed. "It wasn't my intention, but look who's on the screen," he instructed.

I did as he said and my eyes nearly burst from my head. On the TV screen was none other than Seymour Simmons, the man I hadn't spoken to in about a year or so. The last time I spoke to him, he was working on some book and from the looks of it, that book was really successful. I was quite surprised. Without another word, I decided to eat my cereal and watch. Hopefully this would go well.

"Bill, big fan. Great to be here," Seymour spoke.

"Now, Agent Simmons, you would have us believe that it is in our best interest to formally take sides in this so-called alien civil war?" Bill inquired.

"Well, the other side wanted to spank us for breakfast. I wouldn't exactly call that a toss-up. These Decepticons are lethal," Simmons retorted.

I snickered and sat my bowl down on the coffee table before propping my legs up.

"But polls show that half the world would feel safer with the Autobots completely gone. Get them out of here, we don't need them here!" Bill countered.

I scoffed. Half the world clearly didn't know who the Autobots were. Without them, the human race would cease to exist.

"I feel safer when I sleep with a hand grenade. That doesn't mean I'm always right," Simmons quickly shot back.

"Now, agent. We have obtained documents that showed you were fired by the intelligence committee-"

"Downside Bill, budget cuts. This is ambush journalism. You want the truth about the alien alliance? Buy my book! Buy my book before it's too late! You want a piece of me Bill? You want to get naked? I'm ready. Interview over!" Simmons interrupted him.

I blinked and heard Ironhide laughing beside me.

"Wow," I whispered.

"You sound like a pinhead, agent, and I've got a suggestion for you: damage control," Bill said.

I shook my head and grabbed the remote from Ironhide before switching the TV off. I've had enough of the news today. "Simmons is crazy and Bill is a dick," I chuckled.

"I agree with you one-hundred percent."

I let out a loud groan and laid down on Ironhide's lap. He smiled at me. "Can we go do something today? I'm so bored," I whined.

"What do you want to do?"

The sound of my phone ringing in the kitchen prevented me from answering him. I groaned again and got up to go answer it. I picked it up off the counter and looked at the caller ID which read Samuel Witwicky. I rolled my eyes and put the device up to my ear.

"Yes, Samuel?" I answered.

"Azalea, I need you to come over like right now."

"What for?" I asked.

He groaned. "Just do it. You're one of the only other people I know who can help me with this Decepticon shit," he told me.

I frowned. "But I was just about to go out," I whined.

"Too bad, girly. We have to figure this out and we have to do it as soon as possible, so get dressed and get your ass over here," he instructed me.

I sighed. "Fine. I'll be there in half an hour," I said and hung up.

I placed my phone into my sweatpant's pocket and headed back out to the living room where Ironhide was watching me curiously.

"What did he want?"

"He wants me to come over," I told him as I grabbed my cereal bowl and took it to the kitchen.

"Why?"

I pursed my lips. There was no way I could tell him that Sam and I were going to try to figure what the Decepticons were up to. He wouldn't want me involved and this time he would probably succeed at locking me in my room. I couldn't risk that.

"That's classified information," I chirped as I walked over to the staircase.

He gave me a skeptical look. "Azalea," he warned.

I just shrugged. "Okay fine. I have to help Carly with a feminine issue," I lied.

He raised a brow but said nothing else. I smirked and ran up the stairs to my bedroom to pick out something to wear over to Sam's. It wasn't long before I was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a flowy white tank top, a light wash denim jacket, and my black ankle booties. I left my hair down and grabbed my phone from my sweatpants before heading back down the stairs where Ironhide was waiting for me by the door.

"Headed somewhere?" I asked him as I wrapped my arms around his torso.

"Yes, actually. I have to head down to the base," he told me, planting a kiss to the top of my head.

I pulled away from him and grabbed my purse and keys off of the floor.

"Aren't we just a couple of busy people?" I laughed as I opened the door.

"I'd definitely say so."

I stepped out before him and began walking towards the elevator. He caught up to me fairly quickly and the two of us got onto the elevator together.

"It's too early for all of this," I grumbled as I stepped off the elevator and into the parking garage.

"It's noon, Lea," Hide laughed.

"Exactly," I exclaimed.

My car soon came into view and I pressed the unlock button on the control pad. The car beeped, indicating to me that it was now unlocked. For once in my life, I was able to squeeze through the space between my car and Ironhide.

"You know, next time you park six centimeters away from me just to spite me, I'm going to take a sledgehammer to your windshield," I threatened him as I threw my purse into the car.

He only laughed. "It's going to take a lot more than a petty sledgehammer to bring me any kind of damage," he retorted.

I smirked. "We'll see about that."

He just smiled and pressed his lips against mine for a good three seconds before pulling away, much to my despair. "I hope to see you later. Stay safe, you compulsive little liar," he smirked.

Oh wow. Four years and my lying skills still haven't improved. That was lovely. I just scratched the back of my head and sat down in the driver's seat.

"Well, I can only try. I can't promise anything," I told him.

He chuckled and shut the door before disappearing. I smiled and started the car, taking no time at all to pull out of the parking garage.

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