TFA'verse, Unknown Garage, Contentedness
Halftone growled to himself softly from where he sat in the corner of his new garage, thinking of all the wonderful ways that he could kill off his new 'owner' without a trace. His trip into town with the noisy Seeker femme had ended with him passing out in a seedy part of town, and waking up in an even seedier used car lot. When he'd wakened next it was to find himself here, with two human males happily stating how the 'Boss' was going to love this machine. So far he hadn't seen the 'Boss' yet, but when he did he intended to be ready.
Then he perked as, from the other side of the garage, a female voice could be heard asking someone else about 'all the secrecy'. "A blindfold? Seriously? This'd better be a pretty darn good surprise..." The two human males were guiding a tall, blonde, female human into the part of the garage where Halftone was parked.
Halftone watched them narrowly, wondering why what he could see of that female looked familiar.
And then it hit him.
Bot... you just wound up being bought by the lackeys of the President of the United States.
I guess that could cause a little trouble if I try squishing her...
As he watched, the two lackeys guided the President so she was facing him. They counted to three, before removing the blindfold from the woman's face. He wasn't sure how she'd react, but the audio-splitting squeal was unexpected. And painful.
How can a human reach that decibel?!
He couldn't stop himself from shuddering, though he did manage to keep it to a level that he thought the humans wouldn't notice. And started plotting Presidential assassination.
"You got me a limo! Best birthday gift EVER. This totally beats all the yarn I got!" He had NO idea what the woman was even talking about, and he really didn't care. If there was any way he could have an 'accident' and walk away from it while getting rid of the President, then he'd find it.
And he'd enjoy every minute of it.
"It's almost a classic too," said the taller lackey happily. "And check out this interior."
"We'll get this rust taken care of pretty soon." The other man knelt beside Halftone and ran gentle fingers over the discolouration on the edge of his wheelwell, causing another suppressed shudder.
"Naw, just get me the stuff to fix the rust, and I'll take care of it myself," The President moved to open the door to his interior, making an impressed whistling sound as she did so, "This definitely qualifies as the best birthday ever.... Thanks, guys."
Halftone made an internal >_< expression as she ran a hand gently over his seat, but then gasped soundlessly and stifled a purr as she found an itchy spot and actually rubbed it.
The President's expression went from one of glee to one of slight disgust as she scratched at the bit of pate that Powell had dropped on his seat at one point and forgotten about. "...Whoever owned this baby before did NOT take good care of it... Hey, Jordan, go get the Armor-All wipes..."
"Yes, ma'am." The taller man jogged over to a cupboard and soon returned with a small, good-smelling plastic canister. Halftone took no notice of what the lackey was doing, being so deeply in bliss at having that itch attended to that he was oblivious to everything else.
But then he felt the soft touch of the wipe and almost fell out of alt mode.
Feels so good.
Okay, maybe being one of the President's cars had its advantages...
The woman was nothing short of thorough as she carefully cleaned all of the leather in his interior and murmured something about a vacuum. It seemed his luck had turned for the better. If she was this precise cleaning his interior, he could only imagine the care she would take with his alt mode exterior.
Slag it. I'm keeping her.
((co-written with random_xtras))