Chapter One: Good morning starshine, the car says hello... Wait a sec, what? Oooooh...
"LETS GET READY TO RRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUMBLE!"
With a scream Sam fell out of bed as Bee's radio was followed by the ear splitting shriek of a car alarm. Scrambling to his feet, Sam grabbed a book that was laying on his desk, hurled open his window and threw it as hard as he could at the car in the driveway. The car alarm was replaced by the sound of mechanical snickering as it bounced off the Camaro's hood and landed in the grass, before the radio switched back on.
"What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more!"
"TWO WORDS BEE! OIL CHANGE"
The car went silent, thankfully and Sam groaned, fumbling around for a clean pair of pants. He never thought he would say it, but there were times when having a sentient car with a sense of humor really sucked. Waking up at who knew what time it was in the morning on a Saturday because your car was bored and being so tired you spilled hot coffee all over your hand sucked even more. Finally, he made it out the door, dressed and almost awake. Almost. He planted a firm kick on Bumblebee's front tire, which resulted in him hurting his foot and dropping his coffee on the ground while he let out a string of swear words that would make a biker blush and jumped up and down. Bumblebee laughed, popping open his driver's side door.
"Are you alright Sam?"
Sam glared at the steering wheel as they backed down the driveway. "Does it matter? I'm here aren't I?"
"I am sorry Sam, but this is important! We picked up on another autobot signature making planet fall in 46 minutes. Optimus thought you would want to come."
Sam felt his day start to look a little brighter at the news. Over the past two years since Mission City, there had been four landings, one of which had scared the crap out of him by having the appearance of the very first Decepticon he had ever met. Prowl, as it turned out, had a thing for police cruisers. He hoped this time it would be someone more like the two Lamborghini's that had landed shortly after. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had to be the coolest autobot's he had ever met, next to Bee. Eagerly he questioned his friend. "Really? That's awesome! Who?"
Bumblebee chirped, cutting through traffic with ease as he headed for the freeway. "We don't know. We think they may have been damaged and are unable to communicate. Wheeljack caught a transmission, but it's too broken up to read. We'll just have to wait and see."
8 minutes later, Bumblebee slid to a stop beside a massive black and silver robot, who was sitting cross legged on the ground, fiddling with the massive cannon on his massive arm and Sam couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated when he noticed that none of the others had arrived yet. The robot turned his head, orbs of deep blue looking down at them before returning back to the cannon.
Bumblebee played a radio clip "End of the line Jack" and opened his door. Sam could tell he was eager to transform and stretch his legs. Hoping this wouldn't be the day the trigger happy Ironhide decided to make good his endless threats of "Shall I terminate?", Sam climbed out.
Bumblebee twisting from car to robot never ceased to amaze Sam. Several times, he had been tempted to ask Bee to do it over and over again, just so he could watch.
"Morning Ironhide... Uh... How are you?" Sam tried to think of something intelligent to say. The towering figure looked down at him, his voice gruff to the point of sounding almost demonic.
"Tired. You?"
"Same...You wouldn't believe what Bee did to wake me up..."
Bumblebee gave him a look that clearly said "Traitor"
Grinning wickedly, Sam proceeded to tell Ironhide about what a good alarm clock Bumblebee was, which coaxed a deep rumbling chuckle out of the larger Autobot and a sheepish grin out of Bee. Both suddenly looked up, Ironhide rolling to his feet in one fluid motion. Sam looked up and his eyes widened.
There, 30 minutes early, was a burning ball of silver and it was headed right for them. Before he had time to kiss his butt goodbye, Bumblebee was on top of him, somehow shielding him without crushing him into a gooey ball of squish as the ground beneath them shook from the impact of the new arrival.
Hidden within the protective yellow shell of Bumblebee's body, Sam could briefly make out the sound of Ironhide growling and another sound, a small, almost musical chirp.
Then Bumblebee moved, allowing him to see the massive hole in the ground, no more then twenty feet away. Ironhide knelt beside the hole, to Sam's surprise, the massive mech was making sounds he had thought only Bumblebee made. Soft chirps and squeaks.
"Uh, Bee? Why is Ironhide chirping?"
Sam looked up at Bumblebee and immediately worried. The expression on Bee's face was once of complete and utter shock. Then came a bigger surprise.
A flickering, see through image of a transformer with boobs appeared and began speaking in the weirdest language Sam had ever heard.
It was soon drowned out by a squeal that reminded Sam of R2-D2 from Star Wars, followed by Ironhide's deep grunting and speaking in the same language the see through robot with boobs had used, leaning over to scoop something into his arms.
Finally confused to the point of frustration, Sam kicked Bumblebee, who had been standing there looking like a dead fish with his mouth gaping open. Bee looked down at him quizzically.
"What's going on?"
It was Ironhide who answered, his voice the softest Sam had ever heard it. "It's a Youngling Sam..." He moved his body so Sam could see what he held in his arms and Sam's eyes widened. It looked like a somehow cuter version of Frenzy, but with a more humanoid face. Big blue optics blinked at him and it squeaked. The minute those big blue optics met Sam's eyes, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that youngling meant baby. The new arrival was a baby transformer.
As the familiar rumble of Optimus Prime coming up the road was heard, Sam couldn't help but think that things were about to get alot weirder.