Daniel may be too sick to leave the hospital, and he have been forced to stay in bed and rest, but at least in his dreams, he could go anywhere he wanted and no one could tell him otherwise
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Bumblebee eventually rolls along near in front of the corner where Daniel told him to meet up. He transforms into robot mode and looks about, "Daniel? Where are you kiddo?"
"Shh!" Daniel hisses, "I don't want someone to see me and take me back just yet." He crawls out from behind a bush, covered in thorns and leaves, and brushes himself off. "Can we go for a drive? I want to know what's going on and nobody's telling me anything."
Bumblebee sighs, "You are just like your dad." He shakes his head and frowns, "Danny, we are only just now getting information together about what happened. I will tell you what's going on, but we are going back to your house."
"No!" Daniel snaps, "I want to know what's going on. This is obviously a big deal, since everyone's hellbent on keeping it from me!" He scowls up at Bumblebee. "Back in the old days, if Grampa Sparkplug disappeared, would you and Dad just sit around and wait for him to come back?!"
Bee sighs and rubs his optics, "No we wouldn't have. But we have Red, Frosty, me and whole lot of other people helping out." He shakes his head, "Danny, do you know what the original purpose of synthiods were?"
Daniel climbs into the passenger seat, and looks up at the rearview mirror. "Thanks, Bee. And about the synthoids... Drath originally used them to steal Roddy and everyone's bodies, didn't he?" He buckles his seat belt. "I mean, Roddy and Springer and Arcee an' Magnus."
"This comes from before that, kiddo." There's a blinking light on Bumblebee's dash as he talks and begins to drive around slowly, "What I'm about to blab to you is top secret. Red would have my skid plate for this. I trust you and your mom not to blab it to anyone."
They make a right turn as he continue, "Synthoids were original made by a terrorist organization to take the place of high ranking political figures."
Daniel sucks in a breath, and a wave of fear shoots through his heart like an ice-cold knife.
"Dad got... dad-napped?" Daniel asks quietly, "You think they're going to try and copy him?" He crosses his arms defiantly. "No way it'll work. We'd know a fake from the real one, sure thing."
"Yes Danny. That's exactly what's going on." Bumblebee thanks the old Witwicky genes. "And we don't want you getting caught by the same people. Neither you or your mom. So that's why we want you to stay put, understand?"
Daniel sits for a moment, turning his head to gaze out the window.
"Bee... what if we let them catch me?" He turns and looks over at the dashboard, a grin forming. "If I could find their base, and let you guys know where it is..."
"No, seriously, it could work!" Daniel is pumped now. "If I let them catch me, someone could follow me right to where they're keeping my dad!" He looks up at nothing in particular. "I know of at least one jet who's really good at following me!" He says that last bit slightly louder than normal, as if making sure someone else can hear it.
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They make a right turn as he continue, "Synthoids were original made by a terrorist organization to take the place of high ranking political figures."
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"Dad got... dad-napped?" Daniel asks quietly, "You think they're going to try and copy him?" He crosses his arms defiantly. "No way it'll work. We'd know a fake from the real one, sure thing."
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His senses are working just fine.
Aw, crud! You're going to tell the kid! I thought you Earth Autobots weren't such slagging bastards!
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"Bee... what if we let them catch me?" He turns and looks over at the dashboard, a grin forming. "If I could find their base, and let you guys know where it is..."
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