Pulled back into War (Nothings black and white sequel)- On hold

Part 14- Eternal glory and first crushes

Hey there everyone, sorry for the wait. But as of the 24th (this Friday coming) I’m on study leave! So (she says hopefully) I think I’ll be able to update more. Thanks for standing by the story, now this chapter isn’t very long but it isn’t small either. I hope you like it.

~Lucy oxox

I don’t own the Transformers movies, plot or characters. I only own Taylor and how she is linked to the story.

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“What sort of hideous mausoleum is this?” The decayed ‘con demanded. I looked in awe as I saw the mech bang a yellow plane away from him. We got up and slowly walked towards him, still hidden because let’s face it; this bloke wasn’t acting like he was all there.

“Answer me, pawns and knaves! Snow yourself of suffer my infinite wrath!” He growled. He was shaky on his legs using his walking stick as we were practically in front of him; Sam had his hands up in surrender. I stood well back not trusting the psychopathic ‘con. Could alien robots go insane? Well Megatron wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind when he went all ‘Oh I’m gonna take over the universe’ on us back in LA in Mission city, so maybe they can. He noticed us and seemed to almost glare at us.

“You little spinal-cord-based organisms!” He spat looking down at us.

“Does he not have a spine? He looks like he does; I never thought to ask the others.” I said calmly to Simmons.

“You wanna ask him?!” He asked sarcastically. I looked at him insulted. Did he just mock me?

“Your acting very immaturely, you don’t seem to be taking this seriously.” I stated as Simmons looked at me in shock and annoyance. I looked back just to see some barrel flying thingy whack psycho in the face. I winced, feeling the pain for him. That’s gonna need some ice. Psycho cursed as the barrel rolled along the floor trying to run us over.

“Behold the eternal glory of Jetfire!” He announced doing a hand on chest, walking stick in air pose as his shaky knee tried to keep him upright. Someone’s a little too big for his boots.

“Prepare for remote systems override!” He exclaimed pointing his stick to the door and hobbling open.

“I tell you, this guy did not age well.” Little blue spoke as he turned to look at us. I shared a look with Sam, it gave me an acknowledgment that he to thought this bloke was off his old alien rocker.

“I don’t think he’s gonna hurt us.” Mikaela voiced her thoughts as I sent her a disbelieving look.

“I don’t think he has the ability to hurt anyone but his own crazy ass.” I pointed out.

“Sorry that was mean, I’m sure he has a great personality when he isn’t mentally unstable.” I told them. I got some weird looks from Leo, but let’s face it the others were us to it, I’m about as normal as Jetfire is sane.

“I command these doors to open.” A voice shouted out from by the door. We looked over at him as he pointed his right arm to the hanger door.

“Fire! I said fire.” He boomed shaking his arm at the door. I sudden vision of him single ladies with Megatron and Starscream as his backing dancers flashed before my eyes. He tried punching the door and a missile shot out and flew backwards to the other end hitting a wall. I looked to the hole in the wall to Jetfire who was cursing again. Jesus, he’s even worse than me drunk on cider. And Will says I’M not safe out! He slams his shoulder on the hanger doors, repeatedly, banging the doors open that flew out onto the platform outside.

“Damn these worthless parts.” Jetfire mutters storming out of onto the runway/outside parking for planes area. Sam called out for him to wait as we all ran outside. He was one hell of a walker when angry, but I saw him scratching his bum and grumbling under his breath from here, across the grass.

“The museum is going to be very angry. Very angry. We gotta catch that plane.” Simmons stated the obvious as per bloody usual. Of course we had to catch the bloody plane! Why does her think we came to Washington? Sightseeing! I heard a car speeding over and saw Bee coming as back up. Thank god for that Camero. When we caught up to Jetfire he was babbling on about being on some kind of mission. Blacking the wing off one the planes. Simmons, Leo Mik and Sam calling for him to wait as I watched Jetfire turn to snarl at us.

“What do you want?” I cocked my head and froze in shock, bloody hell he’s a male alien me! He’s antisocial, not entirely sane and sarcastic. It’s like me but not human or female! And I’m pretty sure I am much better looking.

“We just want to talk.” Sam tried to calm him down before he squished us.

“I have no time to talk. I’m on a mission. I’m a mercenary doom-bringer. What planet am I on?” Jetfire informed and asked us.

“Earth.” Sam answered looking suddenly sceptical.  I was too, were we really asking the help of a bloke who isn’t even sure what planet he’s on?

“Earth? Terrible name for a planet. Might as well call it ‘Dirt’. Planet ‘Dirt’.”He told us knelling down spitting as he talked. I made a grossed out face as Jetfire carried on talking.

“Tell me, is that robot civil war still going on? Who’s winning?” He wondered, being a tad bit threatening, if I’m honest.

“The Decepticons.” Sam replied. Jetfire groaned and shook his head looking disappointed.

“Uh. Well, I changed sides to the Autobots.” He declared. We all looked at him in surprise.

“What do you mean, changed sides?” Sam inquired.

“Can they even do that?” I asked Mikaela. She shrugged and looked as confused as I felt.

“It’s a choice. It’s an intensely personal decision. So much negativity. Who wants to live a life filled with hate?” Jetfire explained. I felt Little blue move past my leg to closer towards Jetfire.

“You mean you don’t have to work for those miserable, freaking Decepticons?” Little blue demanded.

“If the Decepticons had their way, they’d destroy the whole universe.” Jetfire expanded his point.  Little blue walks up to Mik’s leg and looks up to me and her. “I’m changing sides. I’m changing sides, too, mother.” He says to me. My eyes water up a bit and I smile. He just called me mother. I looked to Mik who’s smiling too. 

“You hear that warrior goddess. Who’s your little Autobot? Name’s Wheelie. Yeah. Say my name. Say my name.” Wheelie humps Mikaela’s leg as Sam looks on in disgust, the others with a view of shock and horror.

“Aw he has his first crush.” I beamed with pride.

“That’s not a first crush, it’s just disturbing. I mean, what are you allowing to happen to your foot just now?” Sam exclaimed. Mikaela glared at him.

“At least he’s faithful Sam.” Mikaela snapped at him, and I winced for him. Sam didn’t seem to be taking the hint that when your girlfriend looked at you like that you were meant to back down and fought back.

“Yeah, well he’s faithful and he’s nude and he’s perverted.” He snarled pointing at her in a lecturing type way with a hint of angry manner.