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

Per Angusta Ad Augusta

As we drove, I asked Baby, raising an eyebrow in doubt.

"How are we going to get to England, Baby? You can't fly."

Baby piped up vaguely.

"I know someone."

"Ok, and that is who?"

Baby sighed before replying.

"RORO Vessel Endurance."

I gawked.

"You mean the cargo ship from ARC that's supposedly haunted? That's a transformer?"

Baby scoffed, shooting back at me.

"She isn't haunted, (Y/n). She's old and angry."

I hissed, flicking the wheel.

"Be nice, Baby. If she really is an elder, then you need to be respectful."

"That old hag wouldn't miss me."

Sam piped in, shrugging.

"She was supposedly built in 1996."

"She's been around a lot longer than you think, kid. That lady could be my great-grandmother. Before she became the grandest RORO ship, Endie was one of the biggest predacons I'd seen in my lifetime."

Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Predacon? What's that?"

"Some of the first few transformers."

I nodded before asking, shaking my head.

"Wait, how is the RORO vessel Endurance going to get us to England, if we don't even know where she is?"

"(Y/n), do you realize there is such thing as a comm link, right?"

I blushed and mumbled.

"Shut up."

Baby chuckled before informing.

"I'll send her a little message and ask her to take a detour for us. I'm sure the Captain wouldn't mind."

Not even wanting to know what Baby meant, I rolled my eyes. Sam instructed Baby to take a left, and we pulled into his neighborhood. Sam warned me before I could get out.

"I warn you: my parents are insane. I apologize in advance, and don't listen to my mother."

Grinning, I got out, and Sam walked me inside. I had to admit, the house was really nice. When we walked in, I could hear a woman yelling as the TV blared in the living room.

"Ron! The wine is almost gone!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going!"

Sam took a deep breath in before calling out to his parents.

"Mom, Dad! I'm home!"