Igniting the Fuse (Transformers)

Dirty Day

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Dirty Day

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"Ow, ow, ow!"

Sam softly cursed as his toe met a disgruntled floorboard. His flesh stung as the impact burned the digit when he wiggled the offended flesh. The slight throb, of course, was a better feeling than being tossed about by giant mechs. His ears strained at the sound of movement—bed sheets ruffling and springs softly protesting as someone shifted in their sleep. A moment passed and his steady breathing was the only sound he heard.

One, two, three…

The pain forgotten, he let his hand rest on the wood of the door and slightly pushed it open. The hinges were silent, the room dimly lit in hues of soft lavender from her nightlight. Sam carefully nudged her door open and checked to make sure the offense on his toe hadn't woken her. When he saw her lying on the bed with eyes shut, he lifted a brow.

"Alexis," he whispered.

When she softly sighed in her sleep, he relaxed. Ever since the scene with Mikaela, she had been upset and acting sick to miss school. He knew her coughs and sniffles were fake, but he didn't have the heart to call her out on her faking. He saw her auburn head buried in her pillow and he smirked. Alexis had the funniest sleeping habits. She liked to bury her face in the pillow and pull her comforter to her like it was a body pillow. He carefully sat down and let his gaze focus on her. Her face echoed hints of Mikaela.

'I don't regret her,' Sam thought with a smile as he reached out and rested a hand upon her covered leg.

Alexis was one the greatest gifts in his life, very important like Bumblebee. His life would be nothing without either of them. The thought of losing Bumblebee hurt, but the thought of not having Alexis created a choking sensation in his chest. The thoughts were dark and he knew losing them wasn't impossible.

His parents had never been overly concerned for his safety, it was ridiculous. Maybe he was a paranoid parent because he didn't let her wander more than a foot away from him. Every item he considered a threat when it came to his little girl. He scowled as he remembered he had even been worried about Bluestreak harming her because he was clumsy and often forgot he was among humans. His parents had worried him when they reminded him of his own childhood—he screamed and broke everything. The thought of having a Mini-Megatron played havoc in his mind. When she ended up being a snuggler that liked hugs and cleaning up, he had been amazed.

Sam tenderly stretched out the length of her bed and rested beside her.

Children had never been in the plan, but he was happy. If it meant dealing with a socially awkward mech and a rude little Wheelie, Sam was happy. Tomorrow was the career fair and he wondered if she wanted McDonald's again. He scowled as he remembered hearing people complain that fast food was horrible for your health. The food had never bothered him. A thought of his dad caused him to wince as he imagined Alexis eating fast food every day.

"Love ya' dad, but no—just no," Sam muttered as he snuggled next to his daughter.

There would be no fast food tomorrow, he'd wake up early and ensure his daughter would have a proper meal. Sam Witwicky smirked; he was an expert in the art of ramen stir-fry and grilling with an iron.

Breakfast, it couldn't be that hard.

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The alarm clock blared, its beeping promising a busy day. His hand heavily slapped the snooze button and rested idly. The chilled morning air pricked his fingers, reminding him that he was alive and had a daughter he silently promised breakfast to. A groan escaped him as he blearily stared up at the ceiling and reached over to turn the alarm off before it blared again. His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed around his small room and wondered why it was so cold.