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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1660 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic.

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IIt was getting on toward the evening so luckily Jazz wasn't as noticeable by anyone that we happened to pass on the highway to the nearest town. I had him park outside of town where he'd not draw any unwanted attention and walked to a Wendy's to get myself a few 99 cent items as well as go to the ladies room. I ate there and then walked back to Jazz who was ready to get on back to base. The ride both there and back was pleasant enough as Jazz switched through radio stations to listen to what we called music. Any songs I knew I idly sang along with as I pretended to drive him. By the time we rolled into the room not only was it dark outside, but Jazz had convinced me that I had a really nice singing voice. That won him a few kudo points, but I assured him he was still to call me ma’am as I got out of him so he could transform.
The two vehicles they had been working on while we were gone looked completed as I looked over at them. "So I guess it's time you show me how this giving life to the inanimate works huh?"
Ratchet and Wheeljack exchanged a look, then Wheeljack nodded. "Sure thing. Just need Prime here since he likes to welcome them when they come online."
I nodded, "All right." I presumed they radioed him or something since he walked into the room a few minutes later.
The procedure wasn't as elaborate as I thought it would be. It just seemed like they hit a button and the two vehicles gained sentience. Prime asked them to transform and state their names. Both did so. What struck me was how small these two were compared to the others in their bipedal forms. The Ford T-Bird was Trip-Up and Chevy Bel-Air was Big Daddy. I smirked a bit at that name as those present introduced themselves to the duo. I was a bit surprised that Big Daddy noticed me at all as I was watching on from the bench seat that belonged to Betty Joe. Prime assured him I was a guest as well as a native of the planet they were on for the time being. He took the two off for a tour as Ratchet and Wheeljack had a discussion over a couple more forms in the room. Of course they were talking in their tongue, but I sat there quietly just listening until Ratchet looked over with a smile.
"We were wondering if you could do something for us?" he asked.
I hmmed softly, then asked, "I can try, what's up?"
"Well we have a warrior that was badly damaged either during or just after our crash here and he's not been too vocal." Ratchet explained.
"Yeah, even after we hooked him up to a voccorder once we had stabilized him, it was like he didn't want to talk to anybody." Wheeljack stated.
"Mmm, I see." I murmured as I got up off the bench seat, "So you want me to see if he'll talk to me since I'd be a new voice to him?"
Ratchet nodded, "Yes, exactly. We hope you might draw out his curiosity enough to get him talking. Once you do get him talking, would you ask him which of the remaining cars he'd like for his vehicle form. Their specs were already uploaded to him so he should have a preference by now."
I walked over toward them, thought it over, then nodded. "I'll give it a shot. Where is he at?"
Wheeljack motioned me to follow him, "This way."
I walked after him as he strode over to the other side of the room and opened a door to a dimly lit ... hmm was this a closet?... sure seemed that way! He offered me a hand ride from the floor and soon enough I stepped off to a storage shelf that had a few items on it.
"I have a guest here that is going to talk with you awhile, I'll be just outside the room with Ratchet if you two need anything." Wheeljack said, then looked to me, "I'll keep the door open."
I nodded toward him and made a 'shoo' motion with my hands. He took that cue and headed out. Leaving me facing what looked like nothing more than three different sized boxes hooked up to some sort of power display and some wires. I approached the nearest box, which seemed to have a pulse of light coming from the center. "So your friends tell me you aren't talking. They sounded really concerned you haven't been in a talking mood. Though to be honest with you, if I were just three boxes sitting on a shelf in closet I'd not be chatting either." I stated.
No reply or other obvious response at all. Just the soft pulsing of light out of one of the boxes.
I put my hands on the box where the light was coming from, peering over the edge as best I could to see what on Earth was going on in there. The next sounds out of my mouth were the best semblance of their language as I made them idly and with no obvious pattern to them.
The light brightened a moment, a squelch of a sound erupted from another box and then an amused yet soft chuckle emitted from it. The chuckle moved into a loud laugh that lasted for at least a few minutes before it slowly dwindled down to nothing. There was a pause, then a soft comment, "Oh I am so going to use that one in my next one on one battle."
Both my eyebrows rose as I leaned against the box, then I decided maybe I didn't want to know what I just accidentally said. "Glad I could help." I commented back. The box that had the light pulsing in it had noticeably warmed to my touch during the laughter, which I took as perhaps a good sign.
"So you a new femme or something?" he asked.
I blinked to that odd question, "Femme? Is that what you call your females?"
"Uh yeah, everyone knows that." he replied.
Now it was my turn to chuckle, then pointed out, "Everyone that's one of you, sure. Everyone that's one of my species... no way."
He hmmed softly, "So we crashed on a world with an intelligent species... which explains these files the build team uploaded to my neural net. Was wondering what possessed them to come up with such odd vehicle forms."
"Odd? Well maybe they are to you, but in their time were considered the sweetest, sexiest pieces of steel on four wheels made." I stated.
"Their time? Sheesh how old are those things then?" he asked.
"Well that depends on which one of those vehicles strikes you as the least odd of the group huh?" I replied.
He was quiet a moment, then said, "Well the red one wouldn't be too bad if it got fixed up really nice. But those mechs better find me third form or I'm going right back to not talking."
"Third form?" I inquired.
"That's right. Not many of us around, but I intend to keep three forms, even if they are odd and different from the ones I had back home." he pointed out.
"I'll let them know that then." I replied as I tiptoed to peer into the box and finally got to see what was glowing and pulsing in the center of that box. "Wow... that's beautiful."
There was silence, then a quizzical. "What is exactly?"
"This glowing pulsating thing peering down at." I answered.
Another bout of silence before he murmured, "Oh... that's my spark. Would you mind calling out to Jack or Chet and tell them my pick for a form. Being visually challenged and such is getting massively boring."
"Oh yeah, sure thing." I said before calling out loudly toward the open door, "Wheeljack!"
A minute later Wheeljack walked in, "Did you need something?"
"Yeah, he told me the red one was okay with him, but you need to get him a third form or he's going to go all silent on you again." I stated.
The engineer chuckled, then nodded, "Sure thing, I'll upload some vehicle forms that would fit into the previous forms function. Meanwhile can I leave you with him awhile longer?"
I gave him a nod, "Sure." He walked back out, so I returned my attention to the pulsing light as I said, "Picked a good one by the way, at least in my humble opinion. Though I hope they give that car a steel body or whatever you guys are made of since fiberglass frankly sucks for taking damage."
"Er... what do you mean exactly by sucks?" he asked.
"In other words if someone hit you it shatters on the spot." I replied.
"Wheeljack!" he called out loudly.
"Ow... watch the volume." I hissed.
The engineer came back in, "You should be getting that upload now... so what did you want?"
"Make sure you get me some decent armor for those forms okay? My creators made me tough for a reason the first time around, I hate to disappoint them by not being as tough or tougher now I got the chance to do so." he replied.
"Ahh, no problem with that. The stuff it's made out of is weak in comparison to most material we've seen, though I could see some applications for it." Wheeljack noted.
I just smiled as the box grunted softly, "Good. I certainly do not want to suck."
A yawn came upon me, which both of them took note of as both asked at the same time, "What was that?"
"Oh I yawned. Guess I should get some sleep, may I just lay down somewhere for awhile... preferably quiet?" I asked.
Wheeljack nodded, "I think I can arrange that." offering his palm for me to step on as he stated, "As for you, call out to Ratchet when you got that third mode picked out. Once I'm back we will start figuring out how to mesh it with the vehicle and root modes."
"Sure thing, Jack." he replied.
So Wheeljack carried me out of the closet like room and into the main room, where he picked up one of Betty Joe's bench seats. It was a bit of a walk, but eventually he took me to a room he said wasn't being used by anyone and I should be able to sleep without any disturbances. I thanked him and lay down as he left the room.
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