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Title: Wild Ride: There's a plot to this?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Ooc-ness
Pairing: uuhhh....
Summary: Buffy Summer returns to Oregon. Prowl locks up. The mayor plans a vacation. Motormaster is pissed of cause he had to call Megatron 'Lord'. And Wildrider threatens people.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even the guy's name. I found him on Teletraan-1 and just played with his background.
A/N:Like always, tell me any mistakes you find and I’ll fix them as soon as possible.
“talking”
::comm::
Wildride
Chapter 4: Who said Primus is good? He just has a better PR agent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Portland International Airport)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prowl stared at the woman incredulously. This had to be a joke.
“So you are telling me that a Decepticon arrived here and threatened to destroy the airport unless you delivered Buffy Summers to him.”
The woman nodded, wringing her hands nervously. - “Oh God I’m so sorry. We all are, but we were so scared.” - The woman sniffed loudly and Prowl was relieved when she didn’t start crying. He was still unsure what was the best course of action when humans started acting organic to show their emotions. - “That poor girl! You have to rescue her!”
Prowl nodded. - “And we will, do not worry. Do you have any idea where he could’ve taken her?”
She shrugged, her face wrinkling in a way that Prowl found both fascinating and disgusting. It was not normal to be so malleable. Primus, please don’t make her cry. Another witness, a young security guard stepped forward.
“Excuse me, mister Autobot!.” - The man yelled, waving a hand in the air to get his attention. Prowl tilted his head to look at the silly human. He was tall not deaf. - “The girl kept talking about visiting the mayor. The black car left in pretty much the general direction of the mayor’s office. Granted, they could‘ve gone anywhere cause he was going pretty fast but…” - He shrugged. - “I dunno… She seemed pretty happy when she saw that car.”
It didn’t make any sense. He came directly from seeing the mayor. He didn’t see anything on the way. Unless Wildrider took the longer, more curvier road. And what in the Pit was Wildrider doing threatening people to get the human? She lived through his driving once. How come they were now acting like she didn’t know what he was? She couldn’t be the guest the mayor had talked about. Right? Prowl could feel it coming. His logic circuits were locking up.
::Blaster?::
::Blaster here, tell me Prowler.::
::Get Ratchet to the airport.::
::What happened? How many are there? Should we organize a full attack?”
::Blaster?::
::Yes?::
::I’m locking up::
Prowl terminated the comm and transformed back into a patrol car before finally letting go of the tiny little hold of consciousness. The situation was too illogical and absurd and his logic processor locked up, freezing him on the spot.
The people in the airport wondered why he was just standing there doing nothing. Ratchet was cursing all the way to the airport. And Prowl, if he’d been conscious, would’ve been happy that the twins’ antics had made him able to at least hold long enough to call for help before crashing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Mayor’s meeting place: a.k.a. underground parking)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy stared at the man, crossing her arms.
“So, there’s been an increase in activity. And not just vampires.” - She repeated and the mayor nodded.
“Yes, they don’t seem afraid to roam the streets. Yesterday I witnessed some blue things parading in the middle of the street. It was pretty late but that’s still not normal, is it?” - The mayor spoke nervously. Why did it had to be him the one stuck with both aliens and demons?
“No it isn’t. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of the parading smurfs for you.” - She replied trying to sound perky and happy. She’d been a cheerleader, albeit long ago. She knew perky and happy cheered people up. - “I’ll need to call some people though. I’m killing girl, not encyclopedia girl.”
The mayor resisted the urge to cry when he heard her. God, the fate of his city rested on a stereotypical blonde. He took a folder out of his suitcase.- “Yeah, sure. You’re the expert, so you know better than me how to deal with that. There’s also the matter of Paul Charteris.”
Buffy blinked at the man and jumped off the car to take the file and stare at the photo. - “Oh, cute! Who’s he?”
“Like I said, his name is Paul Charteris. He grew up studying to become a priest at St. Michaels seminary, but dropped that after a “crisis of faith“. He used to be an NYPD until he moved here. He’s been working for us this past two years. He’s done everything: vice, homicide, major crimes, you name it. His record’s clean and well, I would’ve never suspected him until eye witnesses placed him in the last three murder sites. You‘ll have to talk to the Chief of Police to get all the information on the murders. Suffice is to say that they weren‘t normal. I‘ll give him a call to tell him you‘re going to visit.”
Buffy nodded, closing the file and handing it back to the mayor, who just motioned her to keep the thing. - “Ok. So I just gather the four-one-one on the hottie and what?”
The mayor suppressed a sigh. - “Just watch him. I really want to be wrong in this.”
“Alright. Is that all?”
“Yes. I believe it is.” - The man said and Buffy grinned.
“Great! Sun’s almost down and I’m itching for a good night of slaying.” - She exclaimed and the mayor had the sudden thought that someone so… her… wasn’t supposed to sound so happy when talking about killing.
He watched her practically skip back to the Decepticon, drop the file and rummage through her things. He kept expecting the thing to transform and step on them all. Instead, the black Ferrari sank down on his tires. He needed a vacation.
She came back to him with a bag over her shoulder and a pleased smile on her face. - “Hey, I’m just going to the bathroom. Can’t slay in this dress. Do you know how much it cost? Plus I got this new red shirt that‘s just begging to be used.”
“Do whatever you want. Bathroom’s are that way.” - He forced the reply out. Out of all the slayers available, why did he get the fashion model? His city was doomed.
“Sweet! Thanks.” - She replied, turning and sauntered over to the bathroom. The mayor glared at the his bodyguards, who were too busy staring at her retreating form to notice. Of course, as soon as she went inside the ladies room, the Decepticon revved his engine.
“What the fuck are you all looking at?” - He roared, effectively making them all jump and take cover.
Not that the mayor cared much about the bravery of his men. He was the first one to hide anyway.
“Next time one of you insects look at her I’m practicing my throwing arm and running you over afterwards.”
Fuck the city. He was going to the Bahamas until she left and everything went back to normal. He’ll probably take Mike with him if the driver didn’t quit… And pay everyone for therapy. Lots and lots of therapy.
When Buffy got out of the bathroom the mayor and his bodyguards were nowhere to be found. She looked around, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, her slayer sense wasn’t as good as say… any other slayer. But she was confident that if anything wiggy had happened she would’ve felt it. He probably had some emergency or something. Mayors were busy people… right? And if he turned out missing, at least she knew where to look for him first.
She got in the black car and it turned on. God, she loved this thing. It even turned on the A/C without her having to do anything. - “Well, let’s go kill some nasties, baby.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(The Nemesis)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Motormaster where is the rest of your team.” - The cold voice of the Decepticon leader reverberated through the empty room. The Stunticon leader stood straight in front of Megatron without a hint of emotion showing on his face.
“Recharging. Wildrider’s lost though.” - The truck would’ve preferred to not tell Megatron about it, but the last thing he needed was the tyrant finding out about it on his own. Oh, how he hated Soundwave and his snooping cassettes. Outdated little fuckers each and every one of them.
“Lost? What do you mean lost? What kind of leader are you?” - Megatron asked, voice booming and Motormaster inwardly flinched. Great, he was going to get shot with the fusion cannon. Where the hell was Starscream when you needed him? Fucker probably liked getting shot…
“I would’ve sent someone to get him, but they needed the rest, Lord Megatron.”
Megatron backed down. Probably amused by his show of obedience. - “Playing the respectful minion. Fine, I’ll let it slide for now, but I want to know where that useless piece of slag is by the end of the next solar cycle. Along with a good explanation as to why he tampered with the communications console to know the whereabouts of a squishy.”
Motormaster blinked, saving that little piece of information on his processor. He also wondered why the fuck Megatron kept using ’solar cycle’ when ’day’ was shorter and simpler to say. - “Yes, Lord Megatron.”
“Now leave before I change my mind and shoot you anyway.” - Motormaster left quickly after that.
::Dead End, Breakdown, Drag Strip, rise and shine. We’re on search and beat the crap out of Wildrider for making me call Megatron ‘Lord’.::
::What’s the point of doing that? He won’t learn from it and besides, when we die it won’t matter if he learned anything or not.::
::Shut up, Dead End, the last thing I need right now is your cheery little self. Makes me want to kill you now and be done with it.::
::Whatever. Everyone will die eventually. Now or later doesn’t really matter.::
::Just get the others up or we’re all going on a one way trip to see the pearly gates courtesy of Megatron.::
::Who says we’re going there? With my luck, I’ll be stuck with you in the fiery pits of hell.:: - A long resigned sighed was heard through the comm line. - ::Fine, I’ll get them up. But I’m not dealing with Breakdown’s paranoia tantrum.::
::Whatever::
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Ooc-ness
Pairing: uuhhh....
Summary: Buffy Summer returns to Oregon. Prowl locks up. The mayor plans a vacation. Motormaster is pissed of cause he had to call Megatron 'Lord'. And Wildrider threatens people.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even the guy's name. I found him on Teletraan-1 and just played with his background.
A/N:Like always, tell me any mistakes you find and I’ll fix them as soon as possible.
“talking”
::comm::
Wildride
Chapter 4: Who said Primus is good? He just has a better PR agent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Portland International Airport)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prowl stared at the woman incredulously. This had to be a joke.
“So you are telling me that a Decepticon arrived here and threatened to destroy the airport unless you delivered Buffy Summers to him.”
The woman nodded, wringing her hands nervously. - “Oh God I’m so sorry. We all are, but we were so scared.” - The woman sniffed loudly and Prowl was relieved when she didn’t start crying. He was still unsure what was the best course of action when humans started acting organic to show their emotions. - “That poor girl! You have to rescue her!”
Prowl nodded. - “And we will, do not worry. Do you have any idea where he could’ve taken her?”
She shrugged, her face wrinkling in a way that Prowl found both fascinating and disgusting. It was not normal to be so malleable. Primus, please don’t make her cry. Another witness, a young security guard stepped forward.
“Excuse me, mister Autobot!.” - The man yelled, waving a hand in the air to get his attention. Prowl tilted his head to look at the silly human. He was tall not deaf. - “The girl kept talking about visiting the mayor. The black car left in pretty much the general direction of the mayor’s office. Granted, they could‘ve gone anywhere cause he was going pretty fast but…” - He shrugged. - “I dunno… She seemed pretty happy when she saw that car.”
It didn’t make any sense. He came directly from seeing the mayor. He didn’t see anything on the way. Unless Wildrider took the longer, more curvier road. And what in the Pit was Wildrider doing threatening people to get the human? She lived through his driving once. How come they were now acting like she didn’t know what he was? She couldn’t be the guest the mayor had talked about. Right? Prowl could feel it coming. His logic circuits were locking up.
::Blaster?::
::Blaster here, tell me Prowler.::
::Get Ratchet to the airport.::
::What happened? How many are there? Should we organize a full attack?”
::Blaster?::
::Yes?::
::I’m locking up::
Prowl terminated the comm and transformed back into a patrol car before finally letting go of the tiny little hold of consciousness. The situation was too illogical and absurd and his logic processor locked up, freezing him on the spot.
The people in the airport wondered why he was just standing there doing nothing. Ratchet was cursing all the way to the airport. And Prowl, if he’d been conscious, would’ve been happy that the twins’ antics had made him able to at least hold long enough to call for help before crashing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Mayor’s meeting place: a.k.a. underground parking)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy stared at the man, crossing her arms.
“So, there’s been an increase in activity. And not just vampires.” - She repeated and the mayor nodded.
“Yes, they don’t seem afraid to roam the streets. Yesterday I witnessed some blue things parading in the middle of the street. It was pretty late but that’s still not normal, is it?” - The mayor spoke nervously. Why did it had to be him the one stuck with both aliens and demons?
“No it isn’t. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of the parading smurfs for you.” - She replied trying to sound perky and happy. She’d been a cheerleader, albeit long ago. She knew perky and happy cheered people up. - “I’ll need to call some people though. I’m killing girl, not encyclopedia girl.”
The mayor resisted the urge to cry when he heard her. God, the fate of his city rested on a stereotypical blonde. He took a folder out of his suitcase.- “Yeah, sure. You’re the expert, so you know better than me how to deal with that. There’s also the matter of Paul Charteris.”
Buffy blinked at the man and jumped off the car to take the file and stare at the photo. - “Oh, cute! Who’s he?”
“Like I said, his name is Paul Charteris. He grew up studying to become a priest at St. Michaels seminary, but dropped that after a “crisis of faith“. He used to be an NYPD until he moved here. He’s been working for us this past two years. He’s done everything: vice, homicide, major crimes, you name it. His record’s clean and well, I would’ve never suspected him until eye witnesses placed him in the last three murder sites. You‘ll have to talk to the Chief of Police to get all the information on the murders. Suffice is to say that they weren‘t normal. I‘ll give him a call to tell him you‘re going to visit.”
Buffy nodded, closing the file and handing it back to the mayor, who just motioned her to keep the thing. - “Ok. So I just gather the four-one-one on the hottie and what?”
The mayor suppressed a sigh. - “Just watch him. I really want to be wrong in this.”
“Alright. Is that all?”
“Yes. I believe it is.” - The man said and Buffy grinned.
“Great! Sun’s almost down and I’m itching for a good night of slaying.” - She exclaimed and the mayor had the sudden thought that someone so… her… wasn’t supposed to sound so happy when talking about killing.
He watched her practically skip back to the Decepticon, drop the file and rummage through her things. He kept expecting the thing to transform and step on them all. Instead, the black Ferrari sank down on his tires. He needed a vacation.
She came back to him with a bag over her shoulder and a pleased smile on her face. - “Hey, I’m just going to the bathroom. Can’t slay in this dress. Do you know how much it cost? Plus I got this new red shirt that‘s just begging to be used.”
“Do whatever you want. Bathroom’s are that way.” - He forced the reply out. Out of all the slayers available, why did he get the fashion model? His city was doomed.
“Sweet! Thanks.” - She replied, turning and sauntered over to the bathroom. The mayor glared at the his bodyguards, who were too busy staring at her retreating form to notice. Of course, as soon as she went inside the ladies room, the Decepticon revved his engine.
“What the fuck are you all looking at?” - He roared, effectively making them all jump and take cover.
Not that the mayor cared much about the bravery of his men. He was the first one to hide anyway.
“Next time one of you insects look at her I’m practicing my throwing arm and running you over afterwards.”
Fuck the city. He was going to the Bahamas until she left and everything went back to normal. He’ll probably take Mike with him if the driver didn’t quit… And pay everyone for therapy. Lots and lots of therapy.
When Buffy got out of the bathroom the mayor and his bodyguards were nowhere to be found. She looked around, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, her slayer sense wasn’t as good as say… any other slayer. But she was confident that if anything wiggy had happened she would’ve felt it. He probably had some emergency or something. Mayors were busy people… right? And if he turned out missing, at least she knew where to look for him first.
She got in the black car and it turned on. God, she loved this thing. It even turned on the A/C without her having to do anything. - “Well, let’s go kill some nasties, baby.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(The Nemesis)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Motormaster where is the rest of your team.” - The cold voice of the Decepticon leader reverberated through the empty room. The Stunticon leader stood straight in front of Megatron without a hint of emotion showing on his face.
“Recharging. Wildrider’s lost though.” - The truck would’ve preferred to not tell Megatron about it, but the last thing he needed was the tyrant finding out about it on his own. Oh, how he hated Soundwave and his snooping cassettes. Outdated little fuckers each and every one of them.
“Lost? What do you mean lost? What kind of leader are you?” - Megatron asked, voice booming and Motormaster inwardly flinched. Great, he was going to get shot with the fusion cannon. Where the hell was Starscream when you needed him? Fucker probably liked getting shot…
“I would’ve sent someone to get him, but they needed the rest, Lord Megatron.”
Megatron backed down. Probably amused by his show of obedience. - “Playing the respectful minion. Fine, I’ll let it slide for now, but I want to know where that useless piece of slag is by the end of the next solar cycle. Along with a good explanation as to why he tampered with the communications console to know the whereabouts of a squishy.”
Motormaster blinked, saving that little piece of information on his processor. He also wondered why the fuck Megatron kept using ’solar cycle’ when ’day’ was shorter and simpler to say. - “Yes, Lord Megatron.”
“Now leave before I change my mind and shoot you anyway.” - Motormaster left quickly after that.
::Dead End, Breakdown, Drag Strip, rise and shine. We’re on search and beat the crap out of Wildrider for making me call Megatron ‘Lord’.::
::What’s the point of doing that? He won’t learn from it and besides, when we die it won’t matter if he learned anything or not.::
::Shut up, Dead End, the last thing I need right now is your cheery little self. Makes me want to kill you now and be done with it.::
::Whatever. Everyone will die eventually. Now or later doesn’t really matter.::
::Just get the others up or we’re all going on a one way trip to see the pearly gates courtesy of Megatron.::
::Who says we’re going there? With my luck, I’ll be stuck with you in the fiery pits of hell.:: - A long resigned sighed was heard through the comm line. - ::Fine, I’ll get them up. But I’m not dealing with Breakdown’s paranoia tantrum.::
::Whatever::