Beeps and Buzzes

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"[y/n]!"

Stirring, far too comfortable to check who was disturbing you from this glorious lie in. Snuggling deeper under the plain white duvet, yearning to get back to sleep without any desire to wake up any earlier than noon.

There were no plans for today. No reason to wake up, or consider leaving the warm embrace of this scratchy cover. Least of all answer the call.

Barely comprehending how inhumanly quick your reaction was to having the covers ripped away, fixated purely on your fuming roommate.

She was, affectionately, known as 'Boss'. Why? Don't question it.

She is nineteen, studying business management and a coffee addict. Had a Platinum Starbucks membership and everything. Far as you knew, she ventured from the murky shores of England to escape her suffocating parents.

Sitting up, reflexively rubbing your prosthetic, unamused "it's Friday morning, are you insane?" wasn't as if you were up late at night or anything for no particular reason.

Boss gave a hollow laugh, relinquishing her grip on your duvet as if it were diseased "oh, trust me, I'm getting there; Your goddamn phone has been ringing since nine, and swear to god I'm gonna throw it out the goddamn window!"

Unceremoniously throwing it to you, watching it thump harmlessly on the duvet "that thing better go on silent or I swear to god, [y/n]" the dark skinned girl left, slamming the door shut behind her leaving behind her ominous threat.

Unlocking then checking your call log, blinded temporarily by it's glare, immediately seeing the five missed calls. Each named 'Bee', accompanied by a bee emoji.

Asking yourself why he had been dead set on contacting you, friendship strong enough to know when or when not to bother each other, seriously contemplating whether or not to leave it.

Then again... Probably, definately serious. I mean, c'mon, it's five missed calls. Nobody sane is that persistent.

Only after two rings he picked up.

"Morning -"

"Partner... we have a problem"

Partner being your nickname. Matching with Cowboy. You found it adorable.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes (many times accidentally doing it with your prosthetic and causing irritation), yawning "what's up?" praying it wasn't Deception related.

To elaborate; Autobots can connect to phones like they would each other's comm links, hence why NEST could do easily reach and find them. This was all thanks in part to Que's innovative way of thinking, communication had gotten more accessible.

Bee had even figured out a way to use both radio and comm in tandem.

Via phone, opposed to normal whirrs there was instead static "Mikaela... has... Dumped him... Sam is upset. Your help would be greatly appreciated... I can't do a lot... To help him... Right now"

Lips parting in surprise, going strangely silent, feeling a little more awake. Oh. That was kind of a big deal "you with Sam now, Bee?"

"sort of"

Analysing your room, finding the clothes from yesterday strewn about over the floor "Alright...okay I'll,like, get one of the twins to pick me up; I'll be there as soon as I can" because god knows they weren't trusted on missions anymore and Ironhide was often indisposed.

Ironhide was a great Guardian, good friend too. Checked in now and then - albeit in a rather rushed manner, as training soldiers to guard against Cybertronians took priority. He was always happy to pick you up in case of emergencies, although you'd stopped calling in early mornings and late nights after discovering he was not a Bot to wake up.