Overprotective

Rescue Bots belongs to Hasbro.

This oneshot isn't a crossover, as this fic will have several little oneshots and drabbles set in both continuities, and some of them will intermix. I apologize for any OOC-ness, and in case anyone doesn't know or remember, Milo is the guy in the hot air balloon in "The Alien Invasion of Griffin Rock".

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The sun was setting, leaving the clear skies of Griffin Rock aflame with orange and pink as the young woman exited the firehouse she called home. There was a defined skip in her step and a pleasant smile on her face as she made her way past the building and onto the basketball court where an orange and white helicopter waited for her, along with a sloppily dressed blonde youth who was roughly the same age as her.

Dani smiled as she approached, raising a hand in greeting.

"Hey, Milo."

The young man mimicked her greeting, his beanie falling into his eyes. "Hi, Dani." Milo watched the woman as she drew closer, before his gaze grudgingly flickered to the helicopter beside him. "So, you're sure that your dad won't mind me taking a closer look at your copter here?"

Dani laughed aloud, stopping before the blonde man and placing a hand on her hip, the other resting on the helicopter's door.

"'Course not. As long as you don't damage anything, my helicopter-bot is open to inspection. Just let me get 'im open." Dani turned towards the vehicle, pressing a button by its clear front window. There was a decidable pause before it smoothly slid open, and the young woman turned back to her friend, gesturing towards the cockpit. "And there we go! Take a seat, Milo."

Milo was all too eager to follow Dani's lead as he scrambled into the copilot's seat, landing with a huff. His eyes went wide as the bulletproof glass fell over them, muting the sounds of the outside world, and revealing all the complex technology inside.

"Whoa..." the blonde boy breathed, extending an arm but keeping his fingers from touching any of the controls. "This thing is tricked out! Look at the screen! That is some high quality tech."

Dani nodded, patting the monitor fondly. "Yeah, Dad says that Washington only pays for the best. And they sure delivered."

The blonde youth nodded vehemently. "Oh, you bet! I just wish we could take this baby up into the air…." The boy trailed off suggestively, but the dark haired woman only shook her head.

"Ah, no can do, Milo. Blades here is still recovering from our ordeal last week. No flying for at least one more day, so we can fix the leftover burns over his tail rotor and fin."

Milo stopped in his momentary worship of the vehicle to stare up incredulously at the pilot. "You named your helicopter bot?"

"Well…yeah." Dani hesitated, and blinked. "What's wrong with that?"

The blonde boy quickly shrugged, spreading his hands in an unsure gesture.

"Oh, nothin' I guess," he began. "Though doesn't it seem a little weird, giving a name to something that can't even think. It's not alive, Dani."

Dani frowned, and folded her arms defensively over her chest. "But what's wrong with giving him a name?"

"Nothing, nothing!" Milo quickly said, though edged slightly closer to the console. Moments of silence passed before Dani spoke up.

"...Are you still sore about the time I beat you up in grade school?"

"No!" Milo instantly yelped, moving away from the monitor as if burned. "And you didn't 'beat me up'….You only tackled me and caught me by surprise."

Dani lifted a critical eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? 'Cause I'm pretty sure that I knocked a few teeth loose after you made fun of my stuffed elephant."

The blonde boy snorted, edging closer to the pilot. "Do you still have that thing?"

"You mean Ellie? Of course! Why would I ever get rid of her?"

Milo shrugged, moving even closer. "Oh, I don't know, I thought that maybe you'd grown out of it—oomph!" The boy had been interrupted mid sentence as his seat abruptly lurched forward, slamming him headfirst into the thick monitor console with an extremely painful sounding WHACK.

Dani gasped, sitting up in her own seat. "Oh my gosh, are you all right?" she breathed, reaching out to her companion.

He shook stars from his vision. "Huh? Oh, oh, yeah, I'm fine. Must be one of those bugs you mentioned. This old lump of metal probably has a ton of them. Never knew a helicopter seat could do that though—OW!" Milo was smashed back into the console, and a second WHACK filled the cockpit.

Dani covered her mouth with a slender hand, reaching out for the dazed boy with the other. "Oh my—Milo, I'm so sorry! Here, let me see—"

Milo quickly shook his head, expression dazed but terrified. "No! No, I'm fine. Perfectly fine. But I'll just…go home now." The doors to the cockpit opened on their own, allowing the boy to slide out and collapse onto the concrete. Dani watched him leave, gaping, for several seconds and once he was out of sight she whirled around to glare at the monitor console.

"All right, Blades, what was that?! "

The screen activated slowly, and when the 'bot finally answered, he somehow managed to sound sheepish. "Whatever do you mean, my dear partner?"

Dani exhaled forcefully. "That stunt you just pulled! Were you trying to give Milo brain damage? You're meant to be robots in disguise, emphasis on 'disguise'! "

"I was only trying to keep you safe," Blades mumbled through his partner's lecture.

The young woman paused. "What do you mean?"

"You should have seen the pheromones coming off that human male!" Blades squawked, and the entire helicopter vibrated as he shuddered. "I didn't know if he was going to try something, and I wasn't about to sit here and watch." His partner was stunned silent for a few minutes, and when the Autobot spoke again, he had begun murmuring uncertainly. "Dani? I haven't offended you, have I? It's just that I know so little of Earth's customs, and the Chief told me to protect you—

Dani interrupted him softly, placing a hand on the console. "Blades, that was probably the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Wha….really?"

"Of course," the young woman smiled. "Milo's had a crush on me since high school, and he's tried this sort of thing loads of time before. You even saved me the time of explaining to him that I only want to remain friends for the fifth time, even if the methods were a bit...blunt. So, thanks, Blades."

"Oh...well…you're welcome," the Cybertronian finally said bashfully. A small amount of time passed, and the partners remained in comfortable silence, until a thought suddenly came to the woman.

"Uh, Blades, quick question."

"Shoot."

"Why did you bash Milo's head into the console a second time?"

"Well…he insulted me."