Disclaimer: I no own Transformers, comprende
Just a conversation between Ratchet and Optimus. The truck comes back to base only to be informed that his weapons specialist has run afowl of the Witwicky family…by running over their "rodent pet."
Continuation of the last chapter. Enjoy. XD
Exasperated. "…he did what?"
Smirk. "Ironhide ran over Sam's pet, sir."
Sigh. Mutter. Curse. "I suppose I better make a formal apology to the family."
Smirk widens. "Oh, I didn't say the boy's pet was dead."
With some amount of disappointment. "It's not?"
"No, it's not."
Mutter. Pause. With some amount of trepidation. "…and the family?"
In some amount of glee. "Two of them are looking for Ironhide. Mr. Witwicky is the only one home and caring for the immobilized pet. Mrs. Witwicky and Sam are in pursuit of 'Hide with the assistance of Bumblebee."
"He's currently headed towards Las Vegas, a city a couple earth hours away at the speed limit."
…sigh. "I suppose we better save him then."
In disappointment. "…do we have to?"
Slight amusement. "That's being a bit cruel, Ratchet."
"No. Not cruel." Pause. "I just have a scientific interest in the outcome of this occurrence."
Transforms. Perplexed. "Scientific interest?"
"Judy and Sam Witwicky made some very interesting threats. I wish to see if any of them are possible considering our mechanical make-up."
Rolls out. Hidden mirth. "I suppose that has some merit."
"What say you to going just below the speed limit, and resting our old circuits?"
Amused disbelief. "I'd say you were the one being cruel." Slows to ten below limit. "Buuut… why not?"
"Indeed." Chuckle. "Why not?"
AN: This chapter…was exceptionally hard to write for whatever odd reason. Hence the long wait. It's not my best, I'll admit, but :snerk: I still get a kick out of Judy Witwicky chasing Ironhide all the way to Vegas for running over her precious Mojo…
Speaking of, here's a bit extra that I almost didn't post…Enjoy!
A couple hours away from the base…
A truck roars down the road at twenty over the speed limit. "Prime, Ratchet, where the slag are you?"
"IRONHIDE!!!" A flash of yellow in the distance…
"IF YOU DON'T SLOW DOWN, MISTER HIDE, I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL KICK THE CRAP-" Pause. "-SCRAP OUT OF YOU!!! TEACH YOU TO RUN OVER MY, YOU OVERGROWN BOLTBRAIN-"
The rest of the words were lost to the wind as both vehicles disappeared in a cloud of dust.