New fic
It's been a while since I really posted anything. Personally, I blame school.
Title: "Present"
Rating: G/PG
Pairing: BeexSam if you look close enough.
Summary: Sam is left home alone on his birthday.
Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 years or older. Transformers belongs to Hasbro.
'This birthday sucks.'
Sam angerly stared out his windowat the grey clouds and the rain pattering against his window. Not only was it raining, his parents were out of town, Miles was visiting his grandma in the hospital, and Mikaela was visiting her dad in jail.
To top is all off, his faithful friend and giant robot/car was at a meeting with the other Autobots. He growled, and he pushed himself away roughly from the window, pulling open his door and walked downstairs to see if there was any food in the kitchen.
Mojo was at the bottom of the stairs, barking at Sam. Sam sighed to himself. 'Poor thing is still in a cast'.
"Not now, Mojo, mom said she already gave you a pill this morning," he growled. "You crackhead..."
"He walked into the kitchen and on the table was a small cake - if you could even call it a cake - and a small note next to it. Probably from his parents.
"Sam, we're sorry we had to miss your birthday. We wouldn't miss it for the world, but your aunt is in the hospital--"
Sam crumpled up the note and threw it into the trash, and swpt a finger through the plain white icing.
"'Wouldn't miss it for the world' she says," he growled as he headed towards the living room, only to do a double take to look through the kitchen window. On the front porch, a slightly wet brown paper package sat innocently near the door.
Quickly, we walked to the front door, pulling it open, and looked down. No name. No address. The human carefully picked up the box and brought it inside, kicking the door closed. He sauntered back into the kitchen and placed the package on the table.
Turning it every which, Sam finally found a taped down flap and tore it, and unwrapped a plain white lidded box. He carefully grasped the lid and pulled it off, only to have the air knocked out of him, his eyes widening.
Inside was a small brown teddy bear with a little red bow tie around his neck. The card on top of it, in neat print, said 'Happy Birthday, Sam'. He grinned happily as he pulled out his gift, only to notice the small 'Bee-otch' air freshener around it's ear.
"Bumblebee..." he murmered and a small tear fell down his cheek. He hugged the bear to his chest as he walked into the living room, plopping himself down onto the couch and practically engulfing the small bear. He smiled goofily as he waited for his gift giver to come home so he could thank him properly.
Title: "Present"
Rating: G/PG
Pairing: BeexSam if you look close enough.
Summary: Sam is left home alone on his birthday.
Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 years or older. Transformers belongs to Hasbro.
'This birthday sucks.'
Sam angerly stared out his windowat the grey clouds and the rain pattering against his window. Not only was it raining, his parents were out of town, Miles was visiting his grandma in the hospital, and Mikaela was visiting her dad in jail.
To top is all off, his faithful friend and giant robot/car was at a meeting with the other Autobots. He growled, and he pushed himself away roughly from the window, pulling open his door and walked downstairs to see if there was any food in the kitchen.
Mojo was at the bottom of the stairs, barking at Sam. Sam sighed to himself. 'Poor thing is still in a cast'.
"Not now, Mojo, mom said she already gave you a pill this morning," he growled. "You crackhead..."
"He walked into the kitchen and on the table was a small cake - if you could even call it a cake - and a small note next to it. Probably from his parents.
"Sam, we're sorry we had to miss your birthday. We wouldn't miss it for the world, but your aunt is in the hospital--"
Sam crumpled up the note and threw it into the trash, and swpt a finger through the plain white icing.
"'Wouldn't miss it for the world' she says," he growled as he headed towards the living room, only to do a double take to look through the kitchen window. On the front porch, a slightly wet brown paper package sat innocently near the door.
Quickly, we walked to the front door, pulling it open, and looked down. No name. No address. The human carefully picked up the box and brought it inside, kicking the door closed. He sauntered back into the kitchen and placed the package on the table.
Turning it every which, Sam finally found a taped down flap and tore it, and unwrapped a plain white lidded box. He carefully grasped the lid and pulled it off, only to have the air knocked out of him, his eyes widening.
Inside was a small brown teddy bear with a little red bow tie around his neck. The card on top of it, in neat print, said 'Happy Birthday, Sam'. He grinned happily as he pulled out his gift, only to notice the small 'Bee-otch' air freshener around it's ear.
"Bumblebee..." he murmered and a small tear fell down his cheek. He hugged the bear to his chest as he walked into the living room, plopping himself down onto the couch and practically engulfing the small bear. He smiled goofily as he waited for his gift giver to come home so he could thank him properly.