Beeps and Buzzes

🌒 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 12

　　　

It took no fewer than three boxes to store your entire existence.

Everything from bedding, to underwear, all of it packed up and sealed with packaging tape. Wheelie and Brains had stashed some of their crap among your own belongings, lots of it being tasteless magazines.

Sam was behind you, lugging round a box as you took two. Somehow managing to get downstairs without dropping anything, no less navigating round objects despite being unable to see.

Entering sunny blue skies, Bee patiently waited as his radio quietly played wherever tunes crossed the airwaves. Trunk popping open as soon as you announced your presence, boxes secured inside, closing the lid and turning to face Sam.

Three weeks later, after Chicago, things had changed. You doubted anything could stay the same after a whole city got eradicated and left to ruins.

To explain; Chicago had supposedly been a massive wake up call for key figures in Government, the ones who had been ready to deport the Autobots in the first place. Deeming that they were simply too dangerous to associate with despite everything, issuing a command that those of Cybertronian nature be rounded up in one of the more isolated Military bases.

This included you.

Optimus had graciously argued your case, quite literally backing you up as he stood behind you looking down upon Mearing and her associates. Voicing how you'd no choice in any of this, regardless of your actions in Chicago, that you had to sacrifice any chance of a peaceful life and to ask anymore was beyond cruel. Especially when you have been given no other options.

It was a mighty attempt, one that ended with a pure and simple refusal on the grounds you couldn't be classified as human, or anything Earth-based for that matter.

Long story short; So long as you emitted your own source of Energon radiation and could function as a weapon at any point (as far as they were concerned) you were classified as Cybertronian.

To Mearing's credit, she was sympathetic through the whole affair as you lost all hope. Guaranteeing some creature comforts, closely monitored time outside and a promise of going out on missions. By her expression and hearing Optimus make a noise of disapproval, there was nothing more either could do for you.

Since then, you'd been preparing to go to what would likely become your final forever home. Which is how you wound up here, belongings packed after a long agonising couple of hours separating your items from Sam and Carly's.

Some soldiers had helped in packing, everything had gotten muddled up. You weren't happy. But the move had to be performed fast. It surprised you at how quickly Mearing had secured a house in Las Vegas for the newly engaged pair, because that was considered impossible.

"So, this is it" hands shoved deep into your pockets, holomatter holding without any suggestions of extraterrestrial origin "you now get to live without roommates and get a free house as well? Jackpot. Not going to lie, I'm jealous"

Sam wrapped an arm around Carly's shoulders, stood on the porch of their quaint little suburban homestead with a white picket fence and in a neighbourhood so quiet you wouldn't think that just one city over a massive battle occurred.

Nothing was said in regards to your sarcastic comment.

He gave a half smile, rubbing the blondes arm "guess this is the part where we say goodbye, then?"