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Chapter 4 – Um…hi…?

Smokey’s Pov

Before choosing a guardian for Y/N, Optimus decided to introduce the said female to the autobot family. He pointed to a large green bot that looked a lot like the truck Miko had driven away in almost every day after school.

“This is Bulkhead, Miko’s guardian,” The prime then gestured to a smaller yellow and black bot, “and this is our young scout, Bumblebee. He is Raphael’s guardian.”

He then pointed toward the bot that had driven Jack and Y/N to the base, "As you know this is Smokescreen and this," A lighter blue mech with little red decal and a white mech with green and red decals appeared behind the leader, “is Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack"

Jack slid down the stair bar and landed next to Y/N. behind him was a small blue and pink femme, “this is Arcee”

“Your motorcycle? Cool” the H/C haired girl rubbed her arm nervously. This was all pretty cool and all but so new. Everyone’s heads/helms turned to the sound of heavy footsteps and the grumpy red and white bot from earlier walked in again. The frown on his face reminded Y/N of the grumpy cat, making her laugh silently.

“That is Ratchet, the team doctor” the said bot grunted a reluctant greeting.

“So we’re keeping her, eh? Just what we need, another tiny human.”

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you’re worried about me. you think I might get hurt or something?” Ratchet face plate heated and he stalked down the hall, grumbling some more.

“Hehe, nice” Miko fistbumped the other female then turned to the towering blue and red mech. “So boss bot, whose it gonna be?”

Smokescreen’s hand immediately shot up. Although he was cool with Jack, Jack had Arcee. “Sir, I’d like to volunteer!” All eyes landed on the young cadet and his arm lowered a bit, discouraged. Didn’t they trust him with the human? Yeah, sure he might have almost blown their cover and almost got Jack hurt but that had all happened when he was new to earth. Y/N stared up at him, E/C eye wide with wonder.

“Very well, Smokescreen. You are Miss. Y/n’s guardian, which means you must protect her’.

“Yes sir!” the young cadet saluted his superior and turned to the confused y/n. “Let’s go for a ride”
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“So tell me about yourself?” Smokescreen’s voice startled Y/N. they had been driving half an hour in total silence until the awkwardness became unbearable. Now the girl quite literally sat on the far edge of the bot’s passenger seat as possible.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah I’m still a little shocked”

“About what? Oh, yeah… giant robots. Sorry I’m used to just having jack, Miko and Raf around and they’re pretty chill will us” Y/N chuckled at the bot’s more human slang.

"You are not what I was expecting from aliens. I mean, you just sound really human.” Y/N posture eased slightly. Smokescreen wasn’t sure what to make out of the prior statement and asked, “Is that a bad thing…?” the female’s head snapped toward the radio and shook vigorously.

“No… it’s not. I guess it’s just a little cool is all. Anyway I need to start heading home before my old man get there before me. Im toast if he is.” Without warning, Smokescreen made a u turn and sped down the still soaked highway toward the observatory.

“So Smoke, wanna help me bull shit a story to my dad? I kinda just got a new car” the cadet thought for a second.

“How about car sitting? Maybe one of you human school friends had to travel somewhere and you offered to watch his car for him?” Y/N nodded. It was a believable story and honest to god, he probably wouldn’t care much. “That sounds good.”

Minutes later Smokescreen pulled up to a small butte that stood around thirty feet, with a large telescope sticking out of the west side. ‘This is where she lives? Man, I bet Ratchet would love this place!’ He felt a tapped on the wheel and used the mirror to see what Y/N wanted. She pointed at her seat belt and he got the message. Unwrapping the seatbelt and allowing the girl to get out first, the male transformed.

“Mind if I stretch for a sec?” Y/N looked up and shook her head. He watched Y/N walk up a small building that was built into the huge rock. The girl slid her ‘house’ key into its slot and opened the door. Y/N was just about to disappear before Smokescreen called out.

“Hey, are you busy tomorrow? Since tomorrow’s Saturday and you don’t have school, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out? I mean you are my charge now and I wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little better” How blunt. Smokescreen mentally slapped himself for sounding too desperate. Y/N’s small lips twisted upward and Smokescreen’s spark jumped.

“Sure” and with that, the two said their goodbye and parted ways.
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Y/N’s POV

Y/N walked into the makeshift kitchenette that had been a small control room for the old observatory and its many instruments which had been disposed of a week before in a futile attempt to purge the base of all broken and or un-need equipment. Tripping over a box of heavy duty cleaning supplies, Y/N made her way to the small mini fridge and grabbed a Pepsi.

She couldn’t believe what she had been through today and just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, the girl pinched her arm with her nails leaving indents. Y/N literally jumped a few feet as a loud crash echoed through the building followed by coughing. It crash sounded like it came from the ‘garage’ they had made. She busted through the metal door, slightly bruising her left shoulder, only to find her father tangled in a pile of old wires.

“Seriously Steven?” a deep male asked from the corner. Lo and behold, there stood El Jefe himself, Mr. William Fowler. Y/N cocked an eyebrow and motioned toward the dark male, silently questioning why he was there? Fowler chuckled and helped ‘Steven’ out of the mess.
“Haven’t seen you in forever, how’s life treating ya?” Y/N shrugged.

“Good I guess. Got some friends, started a track team, nothing much. There’s not much to do in this town. Pray tell, why did we move here exactly? And don’t give me that ‘It’s classified’ BS.”

“Well guess what. It’s-“

“Don’t say it!”

“Class-”

“NO!”

“-i-”

“I said no!”

“-fied! HAHA!”

“And he said it! Seriously, Fowler who the heck am I gonna tell” Y/N was sick of the secrets. They had made her move from place to place all her life, stopping her from making long term friends and other normal teenage activities. The least they could do was tell her why.

Fowler crossed his arm and replied, “Those friends you were talking about”

“Yeah, like Jack and Miko would be interested in a bunch of broken computers from the 60’s and space dust”, the teen grumbled, low enough that her father didn’t hear her but a certain special agent did. Fowler’s eye nearly popped out of their sockets at the mention of the teens' names.

“Jack and Miko?” Fowler asked slightly shaking. ‘Did she know?’

“Yeah… they’re the only kid’s at my school that are tolerable ((excluding Raf. No one can hate him)). The rest of the kid’s there are snobby, especially for a small town school” Y/N cocked an eyebrow, “why?”

“N-nothing, I was just wondering if you made them up. I mean… you have friends?” the dark male joked awkwardly, desperately trying to sound legit. Y/N just shook her head and walked back to the common room. The title ‘living room’ is too mainstream. ((Lol)). A sharp shrill screech erupted from Y/N cell phone.

“…hello?”

“Hey Y/N, I hope you don’t mind. I had Ratchet find your cell phone number cause I forgot to ask for it. hehe… you aren’t mad… right?” Smokescreen’s voice wavered a bit. The poor dude was probably embarrassed. Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“Nah, it’s fine dude. You got a legit reason. I mean how am I gonna contact you if I can’t call you?” the female pulled her H/C hair into a high ponytail. A nervous laugh made its way through the speakers. Y/N heard a few teasing beeps on the other end and a yelp from her guardian.

“N-no I’m not! Come on Bee stop it!” Smokescreen whined. Bee must’ve been giving the cadet a hard time. Y/N laughed catching the mech’s attention.

“So what time are you picking me up?” Y/N grabbed a ramen bowl from a cardboard box and turned the cheap kettle on.

Smokescreen cleared his throat before answering, “Um… how’s 9-ish sound? Too early?”

“No it’s fine. Im usually up by 7 on weekends anyway. So what’s the total game plan?”

“I was gonna show you around the base first. I’m going to wing it from there.”

“Mkay, till then my friend”

“Yeah! Bye” and they hung up. What Y/N didn’t know was that her young guardian was jumping up and down like an excited teenage girl.

“Who was that?” Dad asked as he entered the room. Was there a hint fatherly possessiveness hidden in the question? Y/N smiled slyly.

“Just a friend…”