Blood, Guts, and Transformers (Sam Witwicky X Reader)

The Ancestor of All Spirit

As we arrived at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, Simmons was staring back at me with wide eyes, seeming to be shocked yet intrigued by what I told him.

"You're saying that the Highest power, their god, is in your head?"

"I...I don't know. I don't know if it's actually him, or the Primes themselves. I can't...I can't tell you because I don't even know."

Simmons frowned deeply.

"If you're Cube-Brain as well...that is definitely going to pose an issue here in the future."

I frowned back at Simmons, leaning forward in my seat to get into his face.

"Hey, that's a bunch of bullshit, Simmons. Just because I got some shit going through my head doesn't mean I can't handle it. If you haven't noticed, I'm part of the reason why we're even here. So, suck it up, buttercup. We have bigger robots to fry than you're little pessimistic bullshit, and if we gotta save Optimus without you, then we will."

Bumblebee called through the radio.

"Oh! She told you, man!"

Simmons made a face at me, and I ignored the man. I opened the door on Leo's side, climbing over him and out. As everyone followed my lead, I was horrified when Simmons practically ripped his pants off.

"Hey! I don't wanna see that bullshit! This is a rescue mission, not an orgy session!"

Simmons snapped back to me as he changed.

"I wear them when I'm in a funk! So does Giambi, Jeter. It's a baseball thing, okay?"

"Yeah, well I don't want to see your baseballs, Simmons!"

Simmons rolled his eyes and announced, ignoring me as he dressed into some more comfortable clothes.

"Watches synchronized, sharp mind and empty bladder. You get caught, demand an attorney and don't ever say my name. Okay, take one of these pills. Slip it under your tongue. It's the high-concentrate polymer they put in Oreo cookies. Tricks the polygraph every time. Okay. Now, let's get this show on the road."

Leo refused, shaking his head incredulously.

"Whoa, whoa, no. Listen. I can't do this."

Simmons gave the boy a look, simply saying.

"Yes."

Leo shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm not some alien bounty hunter, guys. I'm not gonna do this. Guards have guns. I don't want to die."

I cried, exasperated.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Leo!"

Before I could get my hands on Leo, Simmons grabbed him by the shirt, pep-talking the terrified kid.

"Kid. Kid. Kid. Kid, kid, kid. You compromise this mission, you are dead to me. Now look into my eyes and tighten up that sphincter."

Leo nodded, petrified, and then we all moved into position. As Leo made his distraction, we all began to look for the Seeker the mini-robot had spoken about. Suddenly, the robot began to move ahead of all of us, and Mikaela instructed.