(no subject)
Alright, so it's not as funny as the first chapter. And it doesn't have any ProwlxJazz in it. But it does have a christmas tree colored Prowl in it.
I was attempting to follow Miles thought pattern, so it flits around a bit to seemingly random topics. It's almost, but not quite, stream-of-thought style. It didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped, but I don't think it'll get much better. Oh, and remember how this was only going to be three chapters? It might be four now. Depends on whether or not I can fit everything I need to in the third chapter.
So, enjoy.
Title: On The Universal Pride Of Those Identified As Male (02/03(04?))
Characters: Prowl, Miles
Summary: Miles meets Prowl. A very upset Prowl. Who is proving that, indeed, some things are known to all societies. Even alien ones.
Disclaimer: As amusing as my life is thanks to the fandom, I don't own it. Period.
Miles was used to odd things happening to him. Between himself, his best friend Sam and, recently, his best friend’s girlfriend Mikaela, odd things were practically normal. Like the time they had visited the zoo and ended up inside the bat exhibit - inside, as in, in the cage. It wasn’t something any of them had been attempting to do, and they had been just as baffled as the animal’s caretakers as to how it had happened. And that was just one example.
So Miles was used to odd things happening to him. But, still, this took the cake. Grabbed it and ran off with the cake, in fact. While cackling madly. Because, really, he’d borrowed his parents car and go out to spend the night camping in the forest, and now that car no longer existed. No, while out gathering wood for the campfire, a meteor had crashed into his campsite. And that meteor had destroyed his parents car.
Okay, so that was definitely not normal. But it got worse - the meteor had started moving, folding out until it looked vaguely human shape. Just a lot bigger. And metallic. So, when out camping, a metor had crashed into his parent’s car, before transforming into a… robot? Miles did the first thing that occurred to him.
“Ah… Hello. My name is Miles, what’s yours?” Alright, so it wasn’t the first thing to occur to him, but it was the first intelligent course of action his brain had offered.
Hours later, the two were moving down the interstate, heading towards Mission City - and Miles wondered, vaguely, why the city’s name was ‘Mission City’. The sign must be hilarious. ‘Hello, you are now entering the city of Mission City, pop. etc.’ Not that that was really important.
Apparently, the ‘autonomous robotic organism’ was named Prowl. An Autobot who was at war with the Decepticons. Vaguely, Miles wondered if his friends Camaro was one, it would make sense - the thing was mildly creepy. And he totally didn’t buy his friends story about the government giving it too him, though from what Prowl said, and what he suspected, were true, than it might be half-way truthful. Along the lines of ‘the government is letting him stay here for fear that he’ll blow something up if they protest’ at least.
Which was all well and good, Miles could handle his friend keeping something like that a secret. After all, if he was wrong and Sam’s car wasn’t a robot, than Miles doubted he’d tell his best friend about Prowl. Especially since he wasn’t sure Prowl would stay with him - apparently Miles was a bit too random and illogical for him. Figures.
But, hey, it had been his idea to go find the nearest car dealership after realizing that there was no way Prowl could find a decent ‘alt-mode’ this far into the wilderness. Admittedly, the nearest car dealership had been nearly sixty miles away, on the outskirts of Tranquility. So it had taken them a little while to get there, especially as Prowl had to make quite the effort to not hurt his frail, human body.
Vaguely, Miles wondered why she had chosen a Dodge Charger for her alt-mode, there were plenty of other nice cars there. Then again, the Charger really was one sweet ride. And that was another thing that had surprised Miles - the robot was a she-robot.
One reformatted to the Charger, she had shown him what she looked like. Two huge wings on her back, which he eventually noted were made from his front doors - and another two wings drooping down beside her, ahh, backside - seriously, what do you call that on a robot? What looked vaguely like bright, red horns, shaped into a ‘v’ on her forehead. And a definite, female shape. Miles wasn’t really sure how it was possible for a metallic being to be ‘curvy,’ but Prowl managed it effortlessly.
Of course, Miles didn’t want to be squished. It didn’t seem likely, from what the Charger had told him, but still. Caution is best exercised when in the presence of a robot well over twice your height. So he had yet to question her on how, exactly, an alien race could have females. But seriously, she was drawing stares. After all, as he’d already mentioned, the Dodge Charger was absolutely amazing, and the currently dark green color was more than a little… perfect. Not a scratch or a dent. His mind flits back to Sam’s Camaro, and decides that it’s more than likely that the car is one of these ‘Transformers’.
So, he’d gone camping. His parent’s car had been smashed by a female, alien robot. Who was currently dragging him halfway across the state because she didn’t have a ‘holoformer’ - whatever that was. And he had a deep suspicion that her race was more than capable of vanity issues.
Just another odd day in his increasingly odd life.
Oh, and there's a gnat flying around my computer that I just can't seem to kill. Annoying.