Beeps and Buzzes

🦕 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 13

　　　
Five hours ago, you'd been under the operating table. You didn't really bat much of an eyelid towards that angle grinder. Never second guessed its best buddy, a blowtorch, either.

Displayed on a metal tray where scalpels and proper medical equipment ought to be, a variety of workmanship tools took their places - instead of doctors, you had Engineers. Instead of nurses there were scientists.

Joshua had funded this whole ordeal, you see. Pulling through on his offer that, originally, hadn't been extended to you. Cade however insisted that you deserved this bit of dignity, even if you weren't entirely cordial with the CEO.

"She's a hero. All these years, she kept fighting. You gotta at least admit this is what humanity owes her" not exactly word verbatim, paraphrasing what Bee had managed to record from eavesdropping. Cade for some reason had opted to take a private phone call out in the Autobots Warehouse, opposed to his new accommodations that all four of you shared.

Little did he know, huh.

Some finessing later, a bit of confusion, you now sat comfortably on a sofa with one and a half arms. Bound in bandages, wound weeping, veins of silver growing up towards your collarbone as those Matrix particles fled for brighter pastures.

An engineer - Mark - didn't really want you moving after such a stressful operation. In turn, you equally had no business lounging around on an examining table therefore left at your own accord. Uttering nothing further than a decisive "take this", shoving your inoperative arm into his chest and wobbling out KSI's factory and into a nondescript Mercedes Joshua had sent to rendezvous.

Pretty much, all you'd been doing since then, was lounging around in some not-so-cheap pajamas.

Shovelling popcorn into your mouth, hogging all the space offered by this luxury brand bean bag that was trying desperately to drown you, immersed in the movie you stumbled across after an hour or two spent searching.

By pure chance Cade, Tessa and Shane weren't here and instead focusing on 'family bonding'. Weren't quite sure what that would entail for those three, though. Probably a continuation of what was happening before the battle in China.

Drift and Crosshairs had gone out driving somewhere. Didn't want to be cooped up, wishing to relish in the limited freedom Joshua managed to provide. Hound had fallen asleeo at some point in his Alt mode and - trust me - there was nothing that could wake him other than a battlefield.

This meant you were pretty much alone!

Well, okay. Not exactly.

"Next time I'm choosing.... No offense"

Bee, lying sideways behind you, head propped up by one arm and (expressly reassuring you) comfortable. Rather than be upstairs, you instead dragged yourself and all the necessities down to this underground Garage to instead share some quality time with Bee.

This was how you both chose to reconcile, taking full advantage of Joshua's technology that otherwise just lay around collecting dust. Far as you were concerned, as guests of his Guest House, everything in here was free game.

Which included his WiFi, mobile projector and the multiple streaming service subscriptions begging to be used.

Leaning across, empty bowl placed aside, falling victim once again to the cozy confines of your seat "that's fair. I didn't think it would be this... terrible" frowning at the quick paced action scene, head rolling back to eye Bee "want to choose something else? I'm not fussy"

He just shrugged.

You puffed your cheeks out, rescinding further into your fluffy tomb.

Eyes diverted back towards the poorly lit fistfight, both men bloodied and drowning in sweat, realising only now you've forgotten who the bad guy was supposed to be. Brows pinched together, trying to recall what this film's plot was, vaguely remembering that the protagonist was on a time crunch to stop the bad guy from doing... I don't know, bad guy stuff.