We Didn't Start the Fire: Part 1

You would think after the fiasco at the airport Alyssa's family would have done just about any thing but follow us back to the ark. That how ever is exactly what they did. Either they had a lot of nerve or they just really wanted to see more about what was going on. Personally I suspected the latter. They just wanted to see if they could find a reason to prove to Alyssa that her relationship with Jack wouldn't work. I actually thought that was kinda low. After all she was a legal adult and if she wanted to be with him it was her business. I guess it's a parent thing, I was still waiting for my own set of folks to put the power of God on Optimus.

Anyhow, they followed us back and moved in there. I guess they were staying because they wanted to convince Alyssa that she shouldn't be staying here. It wasn't going to work but that didn't mean they weren't going to make our lives miserable while they took their sweet time realizing this.

It also went without saying that this made her mom and step dad less than popular with the autobots. To say that they were more than a bit fond of us was something of an understatement. So when her step dad got to the ark and started going off on every single thing that came with in his line of vision they took it personal.

"And just who, might I ask," Jazz glared out from underneath his visor at her step dad, "Are you calling a FREAK?"

"Well I… uhh.. I just mean that…."

Sunstreaker walked up and helped Jazz glare, "Oh he means were not human right?"

"No I just…"

"OH I get it," Jazz shook his head, "you think your better than autobots because you carbon based don't cha?"

I was sitting in the main room watching them. Alyssa wasn't very far off, with a slightly distressed look on her face. As much as she wanted to see her step dad get taken down a peg or two it was still hard for her to see him getting it. Jazz was not really that mad but Sunny really seemed pissed.

"Do you want to call 'em off?" I asked.

"Do I want to?" she shot back, "NO, but I think we should at least. I mean it's not like he meant to tick them off."

"Yes he did either that or his mouth and his head really aren't in communication."

"Ya just now noticed that?" she sighed.

I shrugged and turned back to them, several others had heard what her step dad had called Optimus and Jack. I think it's safe to say they didn't like it any more than Jazz and Sunny. There was a group of about five of them now, glaring down at the man and verbally tearing him a new one.

"Come on," I hopped down from my perch, "let's go break this up before one of them steps on him."

I headed over they all got out of my way, and I headed over to him. He wasn't much taller than me so I was able to look him in the eyes.

"So tell me some thing will you?"
"What?" He asked.

"How dose it feel to be judged by some one you barely know?"

He got a bit red over that one, "I suppose you think this is funny don't you?"

"Actually, I don't," I shrugged, "I'd have every right to considering you called my husband a metal freak."

"I still think that's sick. How can you have a relationship with him?"

"Get you mind out of the gutter. There's a lot more to love than that, for me any how."

I grabbed him by the arm and began to tug him away from the guys, "Back off boys."

They cleared for me like the red sea for Moses and I dragged him back to where Alyssa's mom still was in the rooms. She was taking it a bit better than her husband was, she wasn't ranting or calling them names. She was just in a bit off shock, still trying to get all of this to make sense in her poor head. So she probably wasn't expecting me to come dragging in her husband and deposit him on the couch.


She turned to look up at me, "Do me a favor will you? Try to remind your husband that he's a guest here, and that they have every right to throw him out on his ears if he keeps on being rude."

She sobered up some and looked at him, "you were being rude?"

"I didn't think so." He muttered.

"I classify calling them metal freaks repeatedly as being rude. So please do us both a favor and keep him out of trouble."

I turned and headed back out to find Alyssa there waiting for me.

"Hey," She stopped me.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have…" I started.

She laughed, "Hey, don't take this the wrong way. I was going to thank you for saving his narrow minded butt."

"Oh, well He is your step dad."
She sighed, "Yeah but he's being a royal jerk. He's not this bad, even when I'm staying at the house."

I shook my head, "Well hopefully he's going to come around some. I think given enough time every one will get used to it."
"S'not like we are gonna change our minds any time soon right?"

I grinned back and nodded, "That's for sure. Anyhow, I'm going to the command center you wanna come with?"

"Nah, I promised to hold wires for 'Jack, talk later" She waved and headed off deeper into the base toward the lab.

I waved back and took off to find Optimus. I finally managed to locate him up there where I thought he'd be. What I wasn't expecting was to find him there frowning at the computer screen. Prowl was up there with him and I got the impression that what ever it was that was scrolling down telatran one had both of them worried. I didn't want to stick my nose where it didn't belong but I thought it might turn out to be something important. So I headed over there and proceeded to find out what was going on.

"Optimus? What's wrong?"

He looked up from the screen and then looked down at me. I could tell he was about to say something and I had a pretty good idea what it was going to be. I wasn't going to have any of it.

"Let me guess, the over grown pop gun and his lackeys are getting ready to cause trouble again aren't they?"

Prowl's mouth actually twisted up to one side and he managed to grin down at me. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Keep guessing what we are either talking about or doing," Optimus told me.

"Oh that," I laughed a bit, "I'm not doing any thing special, I just have a bit of an idea about how a military works."
"Her dad was a drill sergeant when he was young," Prime told his second.

"Ooooh," Prowl replied not completely believing either of us for the moment.

I let out a sigh and brought us all back to the problem, "So what are we going to do about Meggy and his goons?"

"Meggy?" prowl's optic ridges shot up.

"Will you stop that!" I smacked him on the leg, "quit being surprised by every thing I say, and yes He tried to kill me so I have a right to call him goofy nick names."

Prowl saluted, "Yes mam." Then grinned, "As for what we are going to do about them, nothing has happened for the moment so the best thing we can do now is to keep our eyes open and try to be ready for any thing that might be going on."

"Sounds like a plan to me," I nodded. Then I noticed Optimus was staring down at me. "Problem?"
"I hope you don't think your going to get involved in any of this." He told me.

"I plan on shoving my DE up Megatron's nearest orifice and pulling the trigger if he messes with me again, is what I plan on doing."

"You are not going to get involved Angel," Ops stubborn streak kicked in.

I however have a nice healthy one of my own and it also switched on, "I plan on doing what ever I feel like. IF he comes in here and starts shooting at you and my friends again you better believe I'm going to defend my self!"

"Your going to get your self killed is what you're going to do!" Prowl interjected.

We both turned and proceeded to glare down at him and up at him, then ordered in perfect unison, "YOU KEEP OUT OF THIS!"

With that we walked off into the base. My self determined to put that 2000.00 firearm I had purchased to good use if Megatron gave me the chance and Optimus bound and determined to keep me from doing that. Prowl stood there with a sheepish look on his face for a few seconds and then grinned and rubbed the back of his head.

"Old married couple." He smiled again and then went back to going over his read out.

So far this had been one heck of a week, and I couldn't help but wonder right then what else could possibly happen.