Complex Robotics

Holforms

"Aww, why not?" He pouted, crossing his arms.

I shook my head, "It's not important or appropriate, that's why."

He rolled his eyes before flopping right back on my bed, the mattress springs releasing a small squeak as he did.

"Human berths are so soft." He muttered, staring up at the ceiling.

I took the time to look over his holoform more. He was actually pretty handsome. Lean, but muscular body, thin eyebrows, a chiseled jaw, platinum blonde hair with silver streaks that stopped right above his eyes. His eyes...they were such an eccentric blue, very similar to his real ones. 

I blinked. It was pretty scary/amazing how human he looked. But no matter how human he looks, he still doesn't have the right to sneak into my room while I was in the shower!

"Sideswipe, you need to leave. Why are you here anyways, shouldn't you be looking for your twin brother and finding the rest of the Autobots?"

He sighed, sitting up, "I...I can't. My navigational system was screwed up pretty badly when I crash landed. Not to mention I'm still very damaged, the most miles I'll make is probably thirty before shutting down in the middle of the road somewhere. I'm also low on energon."

"Well maybe I could fix you." The words left my mouth before my brain had caught up to processing them.

Sideswipe shot me a doubtful look, "You? A human femme, fix me, an advance robotic organism?"

"Are you trying to say just because I'm a girl means that I can't fix you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

He snorted, "A car, sure. But a robot, not likely."

I scoffed, "Please, I'm prepared to fix anything, and I mean anything. I'll fix you tomorrow, at the junkyard, 'kay?"

He seemed to mull it over himself, before shrugging and nodding.

"Good, now get out of my room. Someone's gonna notice you sooner or later." I fumed, glancing back at the silver Corvette through the window.

He smirked, "What? Notice that I'm a hot ride?"

I rolled my eyes, "And I thought you said your brother was the vain one."

Sideswipe chuckled, getting off the bed again, "Oh, trust me femme, he is."

"My name is Charlie." I corrected him.

He smirked again, giving me an obnoxious two-finger salute, before fizzling into small blue sparks. I was only startled for a moment until I heard the soft noise of an engine starting up, and I walked over to the window. The silver Corvette's headlights flashed on as he quietly drove down the street. I sighed in relief, heading over to my bed and snuggling inside the covers.

"What did I just get myself into?" I muttered as I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over me.

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"Stop squirming." I grumbled, fixing some of the tangled wires in his undercarriage.

The car squirmed again before snickering, "I can't. It tickles."

I rolled my eyes, re-arranging the wires before placing the metal plating back in the right place. I spent the next hour and a half, fixing up the things Sideswipe told me to do before finally rolling out from under him and standing up, brushing the dirt off my jeans and black t-shirt.

"Alright, " I said shifting my weight from one foot to another, "I fixed most of your leaking problems, what else?"

"I am low on energon still."

"What's that?" I asked, bending down to gather the tools back into the box.

"Our race's energy, it's what runs inside our body. Like the equivalent to human blood."

"Oh. Well, Um, I'm not sure I have that." I said, placing the tool box on the old car's hood that was next to him.

He was silent for a few moments before speaking again, "I just looked it up on your human web. Your fossil fuels are also an acceptable enough energy source. Just not nearly as strong as energon."

"Fossil fuels," I repeated, "Like gasoline, right? Sure. I can get you that."

"Lead the way." He replied.

I turned around to see Dave repainting an old Toyota.

"Dave!" I shouted, and he looked up at me and smiled. "The Corvette's low on gas, I'm going to the gas station to fill it up again, kay?"

"Sure thing!" He said, before going back to painting.

I nodded, before opening the door and sliding into the driver's seat. The engine automatically started and the seatbelt snaked around me before Sideswipe pulled out of the junkyard and we were down the road. Only a few minutes away was the gas station.

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We rolled up to a gas station and I filled up the tank again, before sliding into the driver's seat. He didn't start up the engine, and I knew why.

"So...is there any other way to contact them?" I asked softly.

He sighed, the radio crackling, "Communications are damaged too."

"Oh." I rubbed my arm, looking down at the seats.

The car jerked before the engine came on, and I looked back up at the dashboard. "What? What's wrong?"

"Decepticons." He growled, his voice a little deeper.

Aw crap.

My eyes widened as panic flooded through my veins, "What are we gonna do?"

"I've picked up one's signature. Luckily, they haven't notice mine yet. We're going to need to keep moving." Is all he said, before driving out of the gas station and down the road.

"This was not the plan." I muttered, looking in the rear view mirrors for any suspicious cars.

We drove in silence for around twenty minutes, Sideswipe now on a road I didn't recognized. Fear and nervousness of the Decepticons swirled in the pits of my stomach. No way did I want to come in contact with them again. Last time I did, they almost killed me.

"Sideswipe, I-"

"Please, just call me Sides." He interrupted.

"Well Sides, I just want to know where we are. I have no idea anymore."

"Only a few more miles to Kennewick."

"Kennewick? Why there?" I asked.

"Because-" The car jerked again, and my whole body tensed up. My eyes widened.

"What? Because what?" I asked frantically looking everywhere for the Decepticons. Nothing was there. I turned back to the still abruptly silent Corvette.

"Sides," I demanded, "What is wrong with you?"

"Sunstreaker." He said so quietly, I almost didn't hear it.