Oh hello another WIP I need to finish at some point
Title: Of Sam and his entanglement in all of this
Fandom: Transformers
Universe: Humanverse
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Sam Witwicky, Mikaela Banes, Grapple
Warnings: Unbeta'd, this damn humanization thing
Summary: Sam had been happy with his current life, but fate decided to change that.
Chapter One: Here
Chapter Two: Here
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Sam Witwicky had not been an adventurous sort when he had been a child. More of a little geek who liked to look over the family records and imagine the adventures safely from his room, this going into his teenage years as a fact for why people kept pushing him towards careers of history and engineering when he started delving into the notes of the ancestor he was named for. He had found it interesting and it seemed the right thing to look at, even as he didn’t really see himself in the jobs his parents, and even Miles pushed on him. So it surprised them, and even himself, when he ended up becoming an apprentice to an architectural engineer on a jack of all trades fleet. His parents probably would have dragged him kicking and screaming off the ship if they had half a chance, but Grapple had charmed his parents and whatever sort of spell he used didn’t wear off until it was too late. Leaving him to instead deal with the hysterics and heavy sighs of messages sporadically sent back and forth between him and them over this. Mixed with the slightly spastic ones of Miles as he bemoaned the workload he was getting as he went for his pre-med qualifications and demanding Sam to send anything really exotic to him so he could brag about his best friend’s adventures. Even if said adventures were made up, as he and Grapple tended to be part of the ‘home base’ crew and never really left the ship outside of their monthly off time when they docked somewhere between jobs.
Not that it was boring being the ones who minded the ship when the rest were out. He and Grapple had their hands full, even when they were not butting heads with the pure engineers who left mending the hallways and crawling into the ventilation shafts to them, as they tried to keep the outdated engine from blowing them all up. This was definitely not a luxurious job in the least. He had fun though with it and he had become best friends with one of the mechanical medic apprentices. (He still was wigged out over how many people actually had mechanical hands and other body parts on the ship, and you couldn’t even tell.)
Oh when he first met Mikaela he had the biggest crush on her, which wasn’t that unusual if anyone saw her. She was smoking hot and considering she was learning all the aspects of being a mechanic along side the normal medical procedures, made her no slouch in the brain department. He and his goofy and awkward personality and she with practiced ease at seemingly anything tossed her way, managed to hit it off after their first meeting. Something that still made him wince and call himself stupid mentally as he had literally ran into the side of an open door before jumping back and falling over a crate of spare parts. He had thought for the longest time this would turn into a relationship, and she didn’t seem that adverse to it. So they had dated, for all of five days before both of them had met in the middle of a hallway and agreed they both felt like they were dating a sibling. Both giggling and making fun of this revelation they went back to just being friends, even as they would randomly make jokes about their small stint and what this may or may not do to their sexuality in the future.
Grapple wasn’t bad either as his boss and teacher. Even when he had to wait for him to get out of whatever funk he was in when one of the other crews did something stupid and shot a hole in the wall, or destroyed a model of a future project. Some of the old hands calling it an artistic funk due to the pain Grapple had for detail in everything he did. When he wasn’t in such a mood he was insightful and quick witted, keeping Sam on his toes, and seeming to genuinely care about the awkward teenager he had taken in. Taking time to explain things that had flew past his head at speeds that probably made a nice whooshing sound when it did.
Even the crew, being made of such an odd bunch of characters as it was, actually got along quite well like, some off the wall family. Even if at times Sam felt like he should hide in his room until the tempers that got set off were cooled, because he never wanted to get shot at as much as he did when he did go out into public when a feud was going on. The sound of bullets going off randomly had by now been ingrained into his system that he could duck and cover like a champ.
It was scary at times and even though he was still not up to par with any of the actual fighters on the crew, he had learned to swing a wrench in a flailing fashion that he could get by. Yet, it was never really all as exciting as he had been led to believe by the stories and rumors that he and Miles used to here back home.
So he could only really wonder what he had done to change that.
It had started out with a normal problem, of the space jump calculations once more crashing and thus setting a random string of coordinates into affect. As the captain had a bad habit of forgetting to double check that before initiating the jump sequence, Sam always felt one day that was going to have them ending up in the gravitational pull of a sun or something else equally horrific. This time, as the pure Engineers started their normal yelling over their channel and cursing the captain in various languages that may or may not be made up, they found themselves circling an oddly dead looking planet that seemed to be made entirely of blackened metal. Most of the crew only giving the dead planet a quick glance before returning to their duties as they attempted to restart the engines. Only, Grapple seemed oddly disturbed by the sight of the planet and it’s darkened surface. The man seeming to work at double his normal speed that left the rest of them playing catch up when he would stop to stare at the planet again, as if expecting some monster to pop up from it and eat the ship whole. Even when Sam asked about it, the answer really didn’t make sense to him considering Mikaela told him during a shift change that some of the crew were talking about how the planet had supposedly been dead for thousands of years now.
“Some things aren’t as dead as you would think boy, and I don’t want to find out what may still be crawling around down there. Especially if it takes an interest in us.”
After that, the last thing Sam remembered was the alarms sounding, Grapple shoving a small pouch into his hand as they both ran for the escape pods. The sound of lasers and explosives nearly deafening and then running into some blond haired guy that had the same creepy bright blue eyes that Grapple had, before something connected with the back of his head after Grapple asked the new guy to get them out of here quick.
Fandom: Transformers
Universe: Humanverse
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Sam Witwicky, Mikaela Banes, Grapple
Warnings: Unbeta'd, this damn humanization thing
Summary: Sam had been happy with his current life, but fate decided to change that.
Chapter One: Here
Chapter Two: Here
==========================================================================
Sam Witwicky had not been an adventurous sort when he had been a child. More of a little geek who liked to look over the family records and imagine the adventures safely from his room, this going into his teenage years as a fact for why people kept pushing him towards careers of history and engineering when he started delving into the notes of the ancestor he was named for. He had found it interesting and it seemed the right thing to look at, even as he didn’t really see himself in the jobs his parents, and even Miles pushed on him. So it surprised them, and even himself, when he ended up becoming an apprentice to an architectural engineer on a jack of all trades fleet. His parents probably would have dragged him kicking and screaming off the ship if they had half a chance, but Grapple had charmed his parents and whatever sort of spell he used didn’t wear off until it was too late. Leaving him to instead deal with the hysterics and heavy sighs of messages sporadically sent back and forth between him and them over this. Mixed with the slightly spastic ones of Miles as he bemoaned the workload he was getting as he went for his pre-med qualifications and demanding Sam to send anything really exotic to him so he could brag about his best friend’s adventures. Even if said adventures were made up, as he and Grapple tended to be part of the ‘home base’ crew and never really left the ship outside of their monthly off time when they docked somewhere between jobs.
Not that it was boring being the ones who minded the ship when the rest were out. He and Grapple had their hands full, even when they were not butting heads with the pure engineers who left mending the hallways and crawling into the ventilation shafts to them, as they tried to keep the outdated engine from blowing them all up. This was definitely not a luxurious job in the least. He had fun though with it and he had become best friends with one of the mechanical medic apprentices. (He still was wigged out over how many people actually had mechanical hands and other body parts on the ship, and you couldn’t even tell.)
Oh when he first met Mikaela he had the biggest crush on her, which wasn’t that unusual if anyone saw her. She was smoking hot and considering she was learning all the aspects of being a mechanic along side the normal medical procedures, made her no slouch in the brain department. He and his goofy and awkward personality and she with practiced ease at seemingly anything tossed her way, managed to hit it off after their first meeting. Something that still made him wince and call himself stupid mentally as he had literally ran into the side of an open door before jumping back and falling over a crate of spare parts. He had thought for the longest time this would turn into a relationship, and she didn’t seem that adverse to it. So they had dated, for all of five days before both of them had met in the middle of a hallway and agreed they both felt like they were dating a sibling. Both giggling and making fun of this revelation they went back to just being friends, even as they would randomly make jokes about their small stint and what this may or may not do to their sexuality in the future.
Grapple wasn’t bad either as his boss and teacher. Even when he had to wait for him to get out of whatever funk he was in when one of the other crews did something stupid and shot a hole in the wall, or destroyed a model of a future project. Some of the old hands calling it an artistic funk due to the pain Grapple had for detail in everything he did. When he wasn’t in such a mood he was insightful and quick witted, keeping Sam on his toes, and seeming to genuinely care about the awkward teenager he had taken in. Taking time to explain things that had flew past his head at speeds that probably made a nice whooshing sound when it did.
Even the crew, being made of such an odd bunch of characters as it was, actually got along quite well like, some off the wall family. Even if at times Sam felt like he should hide in his room until the tempers that got set off were cooled, because he never wanted to get shot at as much as he did when he did go out into public when a feud was going on. The sound of bullets going off randomly had by now been ingrained into his system that he could duck and cover like a champ.
It was scary at times and even though he was still not up to par with any of the actual fighters on the crew, he had learned to swing a wrench in a flailing fashion that he could get by. Yet, it was never really all as exciting as he had been led to believe by the stories and rumors that he and Miles used to here back home.
So he could only really wonder what he had done to change that.
It had started out with a normal problem, of the space jump calculations once more crashing and thus setting a random string of coordinates into affect. As the captain had a bad habit of forgetting to double check that before initiating the jump sequence, Sam always felt one day that was going to have them ending up in the gravitational pull of a sun or something else equally horrific. This time, as the pure Engineers started their normal yelling over their channel and cursing the captain in various languages that may or may not be made up, they found themselves circling an oddly dead looking planet that seemed to be made entirely of blackened metal. Most of the crew only giving the dead planet a quick glance before returning to their duties as they attempted to restart the engines. Only, Grapple seemed oddly disturbed by the sight of the planet and it’s darkened surface. The man seeming to work at double his normal speed that left the rest of them playing catch up when he would stop to stare at the planet again, as if expecting some monster to pop up from it and eat the ship whole. Even when Sam asked about it, the answer really didn’t make sense to him considering Mikaela told him during a shift change that some of the crew were talking about how the planet had supposedly been dead for thousands of years now.
“Some things aren’t as dead as you would think boy, and I don’t want to find out what may still be crawling around down there. Especially if it takes an interest in us.”
After that, the last thing Sam remembered was the alarms sounding, Grapple shoving a small pouch into his hand as they both ran for the escape pods. The sound of lasers and explosives nearly deafening and then running into some blond haired guy that had the same creepy bright blue eyes that Grapple had, before something connected with the back of his head after Grapple asked the new guy to get them out of here quick.