You weren't entirely sure why the US government decided to employ you in some top secret mission thing, but you were glad to finally be getting work again. An engineer by trade, you had previously owned a small garage on the edge of Detroit, but business was slow and more often than not, you remained empty. You eventually had to close down, unable to remain stable enough to keep your little shop open. But that was fine. You were used to things being difficult, life was never easy. Your father taught you that, and always told you to keep you chin up and things would get better. His reputation as an engineer was projected onto you, you assumed, when a member of the American military showed up at your door, offering you work and a better place to stay. You didn't disagree; your apartment had seen better days, and the landlord was to kick you out in under a month. The soldier gave no details of why they needed you, telling you that his boss would explain everything once you got to their base. Great. It didn't take long to get there, especially since they took you in a chopper. Your destination was Chicago, somewhere in the extensive city high-rises. The pilot touched you down within a heavily guarded compound, and you were quickly escorted off of the helicopter and into the massive building.
What you saw made you gape in awe and wonder. Huge, hulking metal titans conversed with soldiers as easily as any human, and though you couldn't pick up on any specific details, you knew they were no doubt taking about military operations.
“This way, Miss [Surname].” One of the soldiers caught your attention, and you followed her up a flight of steps, to keep you out from under the feet of the giants. Of course, you already knew they were the famed Transformers that everyone spoke of – there were very few people who didn't know about the battle of Los Angeles and the events that transpired in Egypt. They weren't much of a government secret now, you thought, unable to control yourself as you stared at the magnificent beings. They were very impressive, towering tall above the humans at their feet (or in some cases, wheels), though now you were almost as high as them up on the platforms.
But why were you here? You had no idea.
After a few moments, you were taken from the huge room and down a hallway to an office of sorts. Your guide knocked once and opened the door, before taking her leave back the way you came. Inside, the Director of Intelligence, as well as the commander of the facility, were waiting for you.
“Come in, Miss [Surname].” The director greeted, and you dipped your head slightly as you stepped inside the small room. She smiled faintly, but it vanished so fast you weren't even sure it had been there to begin with.
You were instructed to take a seat, and you did so awkwardly.
“You're probably wondering why you're here.” The woman began, voice strong with authority, and she continued after you gave an affirming nod, “You're an engineer, yes? We wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to collect you if you weren't. You see, we need engineers like you for something very important. Commander Lennox will fill you in entirely on what is expected.”
You nodded again, feeling rather overwhelmed at the idea – they needed you? Lennox seemed to pick up on your nerves, for he offered you a polite, slightly reassuring smile.
Clearing his throat, the soldier relayed the assignment to you; “Well, Miss [Surname], we're building a ship.”
You were surprised at this, but let him continue,
“Our team of engineers is small, but it's essential we finish this as soon as possible, so we're bringing in outsiders. That is to say, you. You'll be working with the team that's already assigned at the Kennedy Space Centre, as well as a few of the Autobots. Are you in?”
You thought for a moment. This was all happening so fast, but you had nothing really to return to; no home, no job, no family. If you did this (though you felt the director wouldn't give you much of a choice), you'd at least have something, and even that something is better than nothing.
You found your voice, “Yes, sir.”
He grinned at that, and extended his hand for you to shake. He shook firmly, though there was gentleness in his grip. You also shook hands with the director, thanking them both for this new opportunity they had given you. You were finally getting a second chance. You just hoped you could live up to their expectations.
“Oh, Miss [Name].” The director actually might have smiled that time, and you met her gaze, “Your ride to the centre is waiting down by the doors. You'd better not keep them waiting.”
You didn't need to be told twice.
It didn't take you long to make your way down the steps, avoiding the huge robots carefully, so you weren't stood on. Waiting over by the large doors, you could see a heavily armoured green car, though you weren't too sure of its make or model yet. You assumed it to be the ride that would take you where you needed to go, so you made a quick b-line across to it, praying that you were correct in your assumptions. Evidently, you were, for as soon as you came even close, a man stepped out from the driver’s side, wearing a boiler suit and looking slightly amused to see you.
“They roped you into this too, huh?” He grinned, offering you his larger hand, “Name’s Epps. You’re [Name], right?”
You nodded and returned the smile, before releasing your grip. Without wasting time, he circled back to the still open door, gesturing for you to go around the other side. You did so, though it didn't escape your notice that the door opened itself. Brow raised in surprise, you got in regardless. Perhaps you had just imagined it..?
Not likely, for as soon as the Impala sped out of the base, you realised that Epps wasn't even driving. One hand rested on the steering wheel, but he was in no way directing where you were going. The male noticed your confusion, and another bright grin blossomed on his face,
“Guess I should have introduced you guys. [Name], this is Roadbuster. Roadbuster, [Name].”
That's when it hit you. This car was one of the 'Autobots' that the director had mentioned. Well, now it made a lot more sense. You felt a little more awkward at knowing though, and you were sure the bot under you could feel that, for he 'humph'ed loudly, greeting you in a rough, accented voice.
“Hey..” You grumbled as you exchanged a glance with Epps.
He shrugged in return, and a small smile returned to his face,
“I'm sure we're all gonna get along just fine.”
You hoped he'd be right.
After a few short months, you began to fit right in with the mechanics at the Kennedy Base. They were kind to you, and you quickly developed many friendships. Even with the Autobots there. You learned first hand that the trio, collectively known as Wreckers – Roadbuster among them – weren't generally aloud to leave the base due to their shitty attitudes. They were foul-mouthed and crude, but you did enjoy some of their humour, and found yourself becoming close to them, too. It was nice. In such a short time, you'd acquired a new home, and a new family.
That didn't, however, stop you from getting into some fights.
Especially not with Roadbuster. You and the Wrecker never really saw eye to optic, particularly because he was brash and rude and always tried to flirt with you. Not that you would have minded, but it did get on your nerves when he never shut up; so, you rebuked his attempts. This never went down so well, which led to your current situation.
The heavy wrench left its place in your hand in favour of flying through the base, hitting him right in the back of the helm. All of the other engineers and the other two Wreckers, now aware that something was about to go down, decided it would be best to get out of the way. You stood up on one of the platforms, almost livid with clenched fists and vexation in your [colour] eyes.
“Hey, you big bitch!” You sneered when he turned to face you. His own facial plate displayed indignation, and he brought up a servo to rub where you had hit him.
When he didn't speak, you bore your teeth, “Epps tells me you've been trying to hit on my car. Well, what do I find this morning? The entire thing is a fucking pile of scrap now. Thanks for that, buddy.”
The venom that dripped from your words made quite a few of the mechanics take a step back, and Roadbuster looked almost embarrassed.
“It was practically scrap anyway.” He argued, accent coming through thickly, “And I wasn't hittin' on it. I was...”
Quirking a brow as he trailed off, you crossed your arms;
“Oh really? What were you doing then, exactly?”
By now, you were just about alone, since a lot of your colleagues had vanished so they wouldn't have to witness another argument, though a few lingered to finish what they were doing. Once again, the mech didn't respond, and you tapped your foot in impatience. The stare down went on for another few minutes. It was strange to see the green Impala so speechless. Particularly when he was normally so brash and talkative. You weren't so sure you liked it.
With a deep, tired exhale, you uncrossed your arms, gesturing the huge bot over. Of course, he was directly in front of you in only a step or two, but he stooped to see you properly. He sure was tall. Resting your weight on your left leg, you shook your head before extending your arm, playfully nudging his cheek with your fist. The metal was warm beneath your skin.
“If you wanted to make me jealous, “You grinned, and without a second thought planted a quick kiss where your fist had been, “That's not the way to do it.”
Now, the mech was already thrown off by your sudden mood change, but now that you'd done that, he was majorly flustered. Roadbuster felt his vents kick up, whirring loud enough for you to hear.
“You owe me now, by the way~” A cheeky smirk made its way onto your lips, and you turned from him to head out, purposely swaying your hips as you moved, “See you later, asshole~”
And then you disappeared into one of the human offices, leaving him to stare after you.
He suddenly became aware of several sets of eyes (and optics) on him, and he vented even harder.
Spinning, he glared harshly at the observers,
“What're y' starin' at, y' wee scraplets!?”
He hated the way you made him look soft.
But he really liked you, so the rough Wrecker supposed he'd have to deal with it.