Me and My Gaurdian

the struggle

Things were... different to say the least.
Every time the brunette had me laugh or giggle, Whiplash would pick me up instantly, growling down at the boy and holding me close to him. To say the least, tension was high in the warehouse.
Jack laughed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly as he told me one of his crazy little one liners he always came up with. I laughed along with him, combing my fingers through my hair to keep it away from my face. As always, familiar loud footsteps shook behind me, and a large hand wrapped around my torso. Whiplash glared daggers at jack, who in turn started to shift uncomfortably on his feet at the feeling of the harsh stare.
I place my hand on his large finger, looking up at him with a hopeful smile. "How about we go out for a little, whatd'ya say big guy? Maybe you and Jack can start actually getting along." I offer, giving him slight puppy dog eyes. Whip purses his lips and looks between me and jack, then back to me. He let out a loud huff, setting me down behind him, far from jack. "What ever you say kiddo, how about we go visit the other bots? Prime's been wanting to see my skills." Whiplash said, smiling and flexing his arms, acting like a muscular man before transforming into his car mode and opening the door for me.
I climb in, ththe seatbelt snapping comfortably around my waist and chest. I shift into the seat, leaning over and closing my door. I looked over to the passenger side door. A confused looking jack stood next to the door. I groan, turning and staring at the dashboard. "Open the door Whip, c'mon, can't you try to get along with him?" I ask, resting my hand on the wheel. The engine revved and then slowly purred.
Whiplash's voice grumbled through the radio. "Alright, alright. I can try, but only for you. But if he hurts you, I'll hurt him, just a fair warning~!" His voice was sing-song at the last part. I looked out the window, and this time the door clicked open, jack sitting uncomfortably in the seat. The seat belt zipped across his chest, snapping into place and nearly throttling the poor boy to the seat. I glared at the dashboard, thrumming my fingers on the wheel. The seat belt loosened and I smiled softly, mouthing a quick 'thank you' to the dashboard, the radio humming an answer to me.
The ride was silent for the most part, the only sounds were Whiplash's engines and the soft Humm of the other cars passing. We were there soon, coming to a screaming halt at the front, both doors opening to let us out. We hopped out, stepping back as the bot stood up. He looked concerned for a second, looking at me and jack. He picked me up, placing me on his shoulder, then picked up jack. I blinked, grabbing onto his shoulder plating and giving him a questioning look.
Whiplash looked down at his chest, my gaze following his. The windows that made up his chest plating split away, revealing a pair of seats. He placed jack down on the one on the opposite side of mine, the plating closing in front of him. "Why'd you do that?" I ask, shifting a little so I could sit properly. He gave me a sideways glance, a small smile on his face.
"Well, bots are supposed to not show themselves to humans. I've already showed myself to you, I'd rather wait to tell the bots about jack until after I get to know them and they get to know me, and that I'm not an enemy." He said, striding to the door. He entered, looking around for any sight of cybertronian life. A familiar sight greeted us. Bumblebee and bulkhead sat on the cement couch, staring at the large TV. Deciding to not bother the other bots, he walked to the large main hall.
Familar laughing greeted us, and we all looked down. There running through the hall was thornly, being chased by the redheaded and giggling sari. "Hey thornly! Have you seen Optimus?" Whiplash asked, leaning over to tap the girl on the head. "Oh yeah! He's in the training room! Just down the hall." She said, running the opposite way from us away from sari. Following her directions, peaking into the last room. The ed and yellow bot was there, standing with his back to the door.
Whiplash instantly smirked, leaning over and setting us both down. He crouched down, smiling. He lept at the large bot, but just phased through him. He skidded to a halt, nicking a rack at the end of the room. A familiar chuckle rang around the room, two bots coming out of the shadows. Optimus and Prowl. They were both smiling.
"Let's see what you can do, Whipash." Optimus said, taking out his hatchet. Whiplash stood up, transforming his hand into his whip and standing at the ready.
This was going to be interesting