Lost and Found (TFP)

Chapter 8:Coming to an agreement.

LOG:30/5/2021

The conversation between Agent Fowler and Anna went smoothly, sort of. When you have a bunch of Cybertronians pointing their weapons at you, I don't think you got much of a choice.

"We need to return them into their normal form!"

"And then what? Make them do your dirty work and let chaos to continue?"

"Why? You want them to be small forever?"

"I don't see a problem for me, I'll spoil them for the rest of my life!"

"What about their charges? Miko is going to get pissy about this!"

"Who?Oh you mean the kids? They can come visit their guardians anytime they want."

"That's not the POINT!"

"Enlighten me then!" Anna snapped, the kids around her sensed her mood gone sour and they followed suit, dangerously waving their weapon at the Autobot liason. Agent Fowler groaned loudly, wiping his face tiredly.

"Look, we need them. We got...MECHs."

"Who?"

"It's a human group of evil guys." Fowler deadpanned. Anna raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're making them to fight our war? When the Cybertronians are so unwilling for any human casualties yet you are not bothered about theirs?" Anna said, her eyes calculating his next move. Anna was sitting in the middle of the couch, her legs crossed against one another. She had the air of a mafia boss, looking coolly at the man.

Optimus and Megatron was by her side, the former petting her lap softly to get her attention.

"Mommy, thank you for standing up for us, but I feel bad for uncle Fowler..." Optimus said softly, his blue optics melting away his mother's anger. Anna's eyes soften at him as she hugs him tight.

"Even when the world treats all of you unfairly, you choose to be kind. You are indeed a Prime, young one. Your spark is too kind for your own good, truly the definition of a golden heart." Anna cooed softly at him, earning a giggle from the Prime as he blushed at his mother.

Megatron got jealous and tugged her sleeves, wanting her praises too. Anna gently sets the Autobot leader down and picked him up, hugging him tight.

"My dear grumpy leader, I am truly smitten by your bravery. Always the first to protect me, aren't ya?" Anna nudged her nose against his faceplate, the silver mech smiled widely as he did the same.

A cough brought them out of trance, the mini warlord glaring at the man.

"How about we come to an agreement? You can come with us, we'll assign you a guardian and you can come visit anytime?" Fowler suggested. Frowning, Anna shook her head.

"Who's going to look after them? They are children, not adults. Until we figure out how to turn them back into their original form, I am going to be their surrogate mother. Do I get the approval or not?" Anna said seriously, still holding the silver gladiator in her arms.

Thinking deeply, Agent Fowler sighed and nodded, agreeing.

"You're right. They are children until we can turn them back to their original form. Very well, I shall contact my boys and update them on the situation. Any and every item used for the bots shall be minus off from the government's allowance." Fowler said, already dialling up the Pentagon to inform them of the situation.

Before he gave them a call, he turns to look at Anna one last time.

"Are you certain you'll care for them? They are high maintenance." He said, earning a growl from a grumpy medic.