Hidden Spark

Chapter 12-Sector Seven

We pulled up in the alley outside and Sam turned to Mikeala. "I need you to stay here, all right? You got to stay here and you're gonna watch them." I transformed into my human form and stood next to Sam.
"Okay, okay." Mikaela responded.
"All of them. Do you hear what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, okay, okay. She gets it, but they don't have to listen to humans you know?" I warned.
"Five minutes, all right?" Sam said, ignoring me completely.

As we walked up the path we saw Ron at the door. "Thanks for staying on my path." He said, voice slightly muffled, as he was standing behind the glass door. "Oh, yeah. No, no, Dad. Hey! The, oh, the path. I'm sorry. I forgot about the path. I'm gonna sweep the whole thing right now. How about that?" Sam faked.
"You know, I buy half your car, Then I bail you out of jail and then I just decided to do all your chores." Ron stated.
"The chores. Oh."
"Yeah. Life is great, huh?"
"Life, well, life is fantastic, is how good it is. It's so- oh, the trash cans. Sorry, Dad. I'm gonna do the trash cans now." Sam told him.
"No, no, I don't want you to strain yourself." Ron joked.
"No, don't, he won't strain himself," I laughed.
"I'll do it. Come-" Ron got cut off by Sam holding the door shut.
"It would hurt my feelings if you do it." He continued to argue.
"You sure? I don't mind, I don't mind, I promise..." Ron actually sounded sincere now.
"No, no, no, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna do the trash cans and I'm gonna scrape the grill and I'm gonna, I'm gonna sweep up the whole, uh, house. Right now." Sam stated.
"And I'll help!" I added on, smiling at him through the glass.
"Tonight, right now?" Ron asked.
"Right now." Sam replied.

That's when I saw 5 robots stand up. Great. Bee shushed the others as they crept closer. Ron now tried to open the door again and I wandered away as if to start the chores. "What are you doing? What are you doing? No, watch the path! Watch the path! Watch the- please, please, please. No, no, wait. No, no, no! Oh, no!" Sam complained as Prime crushed the small statue on the path.
"Oh- oops. Sorry. My bad." I laughed at his half hearted response, and Sam got more pissed.
"Oh, I- you couldn't- You couldn't wait for five- you couldn't wait for five minutes? I told you to stay! Just stay! God!" He turned to Mikaela.
"I told you to watch them. I told you."
"Okay, you know what? They seem to be in a little bit of a rush." She responded.

Then I spotted Mojo walking towards Ironhide,"Oh, this is bad. No! Mojo, Mojo! Off him!" I shouted running over as he pissed on Ironhide's leg.
"Nnh, wet." Iron hide groaned activating his cannons. "No no no no no no! Easy! Easy! Hold on! Hold! This is Mojo. This is Mojo. He's a pet of Sam's. He's a pet. Okay? That's all." I explained. "If you could just put the guns away... Put the- put them away. Please." Ironhide didn't listen and faced Sam. 
"You have a rodent infestation. Shall I terminate?" He questioned.
"No no no no. He's not a rodent, he's a chihuahua. This is my- this is my chihuahua. We love chihuahuas! Don't we?" Sam ran over and picked Mojo up, hugging him.
"He's leaked lubricants all over my foot. Hnnh." Iron hide argued and slowly put down his cannons."He peed on you? Bad Mojo. Bad Mojo!" Sam told the dog.
"Bad Mojo." Ironhide copied, making me giggle to myself. 

I left with Sam as the autobots went into recon mode, and we arrived in Sam's bedroom. "Uh. Where are they? No, no, no, no, no. Come on, come on. What? What is this?" I asked holding a box which was taken off me by Sam. Then Mikaela arrived at the window. "Time is short." Prime explained, placing her down.
"They really want those glasses." She warned. 
"Please hurry." Optimus left again, and Sam groaned.
"Okay. Yeah, no, no. It's definitely gone."
"What do you mean?" I asked, turning on him.
"My glasses were in the bag. They were in the backpack, and now the backpack isn't here." Sam explained and I stiffened.
"Well, they're gonna be pissed. So- so what do you gonna do?" Mikaela asked, which lead to instructions on a clean sweep, and Sam hiding certain boxes, claiming they were his private collections.