New Life, Old Memories

Chapter 13

Andy, remembering where the Autobot rec room was, headed there to grab a cube of high-grade. Even though this time she wouldn't be able to cuddle with Wheeljack, she would still be able to savor the familiarity of sitting on the sun-scorched desert sand and watch the Fourth of July fireworks.
Just a little bit of comfort would do wonders for her right now, she was sure.
"Hey!" a radio clip played somewhere behind her, light pede steps echoing down the hall as a smaller yellow and black mech jogged up to her side, "Where ya headin'?"
Andy pursed her dermas. She saw the mech across the main hangar when she had been there, and she had instantly known it was Bumblebee. At least the Bumblebee of this world. He looked so similar to what Buzz-Butt had been like when they first met that she nearly blanched.
Now that she really thought about it, a lot of the bots were similar to the ones she knew - appearance wise anyway. She was pretty sure she spotted the Lambo twins somewhere in there, along with Jazz and Prowland, of course, she had personally interacted with the Triplets and Bluestreak.
To be honest, she wasn't surprised that Blue asked about her parentage. A lot of Cybertronians who knew Jazz and Prowl mistook her for their sparkling. A lot of new bots she met in the company of the two often congratulated them, and some even something along the lines of "ABOUT TIME!" and "FINA-FRAGGING-LY!".
At first, it was hilarious to hear their vents kick in at the exact same moment, but after a while, it got old.
Needless to say, it was also an awkward situation for all parties involved. But after a couple of such incidents, the two finally talked and got together. At least now the several 'Congratulations!' the trio got when they were out in public together were somewhat appropriate.

Andy looked down at the yellow and black mech, smiling, "I'm going to grab some high grade and watch the fireworks. What 'bout you Bee?"
The small mech whirled and clicked, a smile clear in his optics, "Not sure. If it's not a problem or anything, I'd love to tag along."
Andy considered it a moment, before nodding, "Sure, I don't mind."
Bumblebee buzzed excitedly, jogging slightly in front of her and turning to walk backward. He rambled on as they walked, passing small humans who were quick to get out of their way. Andy smiled down at them and Bee, humming and nodding in acknowledgment.

Eventually, they reached the rec room and Andy grabbed two cubes, just in case Bumblebee wanted any, if he didn't, well... then she'd have two.
She quickly subspaced them, turning to Bumblebee with a grin, "Hey Bee!"
Bumblebee stopped talking and tilted his helm a little, "Yeah?"
"Wanna race?" the Praxian femme asked the smaller mech with a smile on her dermas.
Bumblebee nodded enthusiastically, buzzing like crazy. He bounced on the tips of his pedes, his little doorwings fluttering excitedly. Andy chuckled and walked out of the Rec room, Bumblebee hot on her heels.
Without a warning, the femme transformed into a white and blue 2015 Porsche 918 Spyder and took off down the Autobot sized halls of the base. Bumblebee beeped in surprise, then frustration as Andy's laugh echoed through the halls.
"That's not fair!" the yellow and black mech exclaimed as he transformed, rushing to catch up to the white and blue sports car.
"No one said anything about being fair!" Andy's voice bounced off the walls as she sped right through the main hangar and out the doors.
Bumblebee followed soon after, the Camero slowly gaining on the Porsche.
Andy was grinning. She had dearly missed the feeling of concrete - gravel, asphalt, whatever! -under her tires and now that she was finally out in the open, she was ecstatic. The feeling of her engine rumbling under her hood, the smooth roll of her tires, the adrenaline caused thrum of her spark... All of it. She had missed all of those things and to be able to feel them again... Well, it felt like a little bit of the weight on her shoulders has been lifted.
She whooped in joy as she drove, swerving around soldiers and crates, ignoring the shouting that followed her.
She truly did love the freedom that came with driving.

The gates approached quickly and she knew that they couldn't open them fast enough to let her through, so she decided to show off a little.
Just as she was about the plow into the gates, she transformed, her servo firmly pressed against the sun-warmed asphalt of the military base's runway. She twisted her body, pushing her servo off the ground and using the force of it to propel herself over the fence. She spun in the air, her pedes in a pirouette and her arms folded over her chassis, forming an X.
She grinned cheekily as she transformed just before landing on the ground. Her axels bounced and throbbed slightly from the hard landing, but she welcomed the small pain, enjoying the familiarity of it. She had done this many times before, it being her favorite way to drive out of Base when they didn't take the spacebridge. She relished in the adrenaline pumping in her veins every time she did it and just the act of showing off felt right to her. Plus, Wheeljack found it amusing how much she felt the need to prove her superiority via such silly showcases of her prowess, and an amused Wheeljack was a funny Wheeljack.