The Secret Life of a Golden Lamborghini pt4
Title: The Secret Life of a Golden Lamborghini pt4
Author: Red Wasabi
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Hahaha maybe I should call it a not so golden Lamborghini now! This chapter is from Mikaela's and Ian's POV. Poor, poor Mikaela. I was going to post this yesterday, but FF. Net is being so mean!
Rated: G
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Mikaela shifted uncomfortable in her seat as the greasy smell of fast food slowly permeated the entire Camero. Her eyes darted nervously over at her boyfriend in the drivers seat, ‘Please don’t let Sam notice…’she silently begged.
Sam’s nose twitched slightly, taking in the familiar scent. His mouth opened, ‘Please don’t ask; please don’t ask!’ Mikaela’s eyes closed tightly as if to ward off the impending question. Her grip on her warm, fast food filled purse tightened.
“Hey Mika--“Sam began.
“NO!” she yelled loudly, as she sat trembling from adrenaline in the passenger’s seat. Sam blinked curiously at her with a bemused smile on his face.
“Um, I was just going to ask if you wanted to catch a bite to eat on our way back into town, but if you feel that strongly about it we don’t’ have to go…” he trailed off.
Mikaela’s shoulder sagged absently; Thank goodness he didn’t ask. With as casual a look that she could muster Mikaela looked over to her confused boyfriend who sat in the driver’s seat but never actually drove.
“Sorry about yelling Sam. I was kind of half asleep. I’d actually really like to go out to eat later on.”
Sam flashed a lopsided grin at her, he was sure glad that it was the sleep that had made her yell and not something that he did.
“Alright later on we’ll do something.” He said cheerily as he turned his eyes back to the long deserted road in front of them. A noticeably less strained silence descended upon them after that.
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Mikaela’s eyes stayed trained on the distant military buildings still about a mile away. How had she let things get so complicated? She’d only meant to offer the traditional condolences and offer of help to Sunstreaker. Not become his partner in crime.
‘A major crime nonetheless,’ She ruefully thought.
All she had wanted to do was to make the ‘bot feel better. She’d have known that something was up when he sent Bee to get her before he had even seen his twin Brother, Sideswipe. After-all she had only met him a few months ago, but had taken to his fickle vain mannerisms almost instantly. At first she had been flattered, thinking that he had wanted to see her first before everyone else. Boy what a mark she had been.
First he had started crying, or at least something that was equivalent to it she figured. And then he had started to ramble on in a scary hobo-like way about how since he was no longer beautiful he had lost his will to live, ect; And she, being the tender hearted fool that she was had bought his lines,. Hook, line, and sinker.
In the midst of her trying to cheer him up he had manged to extract several blood oaths from her. Including but not limited to: the naming rights to her first born, a year's supply some some imported brand of car wax, and her assistance with anything he needed. That last one it turned out, was the one that was probably going to send her to jail; she just hadn't known it then.
Bee smoothly pulled up in front of the gray nondescript buildings, Sam and Mikaela slid out in to the dusty dry desert heat as he transformed.
Mikaela glanced nervously towards the set of warehouses where the living evidence of her guilt was currently being held hostage. “Hey guys, I gotta go to the little girls room, so I'll catch up with you later, 'kay?” she called over her shoulder as she started walking quickly towards the latrines.
Sam nodded understandingly, “Come on Bee, lets get inside before I melt. Mikaela knows where we'll be.”
Bee chirped merrily in agreement, and then wondered if he should tell Mikaela that she was actually walking away from the latrine area. Sam's insistent voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he started to follow him into the building. No, he wouldn't say anything. Humans often got very touchy when he mentioned their bodily functions, it was probably best if he let her find out on her own.
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The red earthy dust stung Mikaela's eyes as she strode towards warehouse number fifteen. She had thought that help him meant things like getting his rations for him, or giving him a wash. How wrong she had been. Mikaela shook her head darkly in the bright sunlight. The very minute he had extracted that last promise from her his 'tears' had instantly dried up; and before she even had time to protest she was being shown one of the black unmarked government cars that had been left at the base when it had been closed down.
She should have said no right then and there; but silly her, when he had just asked her to deliver a small undistinguished looking box to some car place she hadn't thought anything of it. Even when he insisted that she wear one of the left behind by the old army, she had gone along with convinced that she was helping Sunstreaker feel less suicidal.
The next thing she knew she was dragging a passed out and heavy, woman into her car. It turned out that, that small little box had been some sort of gas weapon, and the minute the woman had opened it she passed out cold. Sunstreaker, the giant devil, must have known that Mikaela morals wouldn't allow her to leave the woman passed out and unable to fend for herself. What if she threw up and then died choking on it?!
Mikaela's hand glided lightly over the gray ribbed metal frame of the warehouse where the woman, whose name turned out to be Ian was currently being kept hostage. Sunstreaker had counted on her taking Ian once she passed out, and had been waiting for her at the gateway to intercept the woman. He had easily gotten Mikaela's silence by promising not to tell Sam about her latest criminal transgression.
Mikaela punch the key code into the pad next to the door.
“Hello, Ian?” she called out in to the darkness. Sunstreaker had promised her that the woman would be taken care of, and set free once she was done repairing his body; but that hadn't stopped any of the guilt she felt over being his accomplice.
'And who knows,' she thought grimly,' maybe the jury will go easy on me when she tells them that I brought her McDonald's.'
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Ian woke up with a start, someone was calling her name. Groggily she sat up on her small cot and wiped her eyes. Days upon days of no natural light she was wreaking havoc with her biological clock. She didn't even have a watch!
“Hey Ian, you ok?” she heard the female voice call out for her again.
'Ah, it must be Mikaela.' Ian thought sleepily as she stood up and stretched.
“Yeah I'm over here!” She called out as she made her way to the light switch box. She only ever had two people visit her here, Mr.Sun and Mikaela, and she wasn't allowed to leave the warehouse where she was currently working. About two days ago she had finally come to the conclusion that this was probably not a military run facility like everyone had been told. The extreme lack of schedule, and uniforms had been the first thing to tip her off.
Suddenly the lights flashed on temporarily blinding both the people inside. Mikaela stood across the room, blinking rapidly at Ina trying to adjust to the sudden light.
“It takes some getting used to at first, but when you've been here for long enough it doesn't bother you as much.” Ian called over to her.
Mikaela's face fell, and Ian wondered if that was the wrong thing to say to the young girl.
“Once again I am so sorry about all of this...” Mikaela began. Ian smiled and shook her head, not a day went by that the girl hadn't apologized to her or brought her some kind of greasy food stuffs. That had been the second thing to tip her off that this was probably a private job. The military generally as a rule didn't have often times sobbing girls in civilians clothing bringing fast food to it's prisoner's. It was like a unwritten rule or something.
Ian waved her hand carelessly at Mikaela, “What have a I told you? It's really no big deal, you know. I've been held hostage in far worse conditions before. And besides, it's not as if you're gonna keep me here right? I get to go when I'm finished with this beauty!”
Mikaela slowly nodded her head,”Yeah I guess you're right...”
Ian smile broadly at the girl, she really wasn't that bad, a little excitable, but still she had known worse people. “You interested in seeing my progress? I'm sure Mr.Sun would like to know.”
Mikaela smiled wanly, Ian was such an understanding woman. “Yeah I'd really like that. You'll be getting done soon right, you been here for a week now...”
Ian nodded absently as she moved over to the mostly formed car. It was in far better condition now then when she had first came here, but it still had a little ways to go. She had beaten all of the dent sin the frame, and finished extensive re-wring through out the entire car. At first she had been slightly perturbed with the amount of re-wiring that had to be done. Some of the wiring in fact was just below the surface of the car's outer frame. She had never seen that kind of electrical job done in a car before, it was just plain funny.
Ian's hands stroked the once more sleek, but still blemished outer frame of the Lamborghini, it had taken forever to sand down, and smooth out all of the fire damaged metal. She had wanted to give up plenty of times, but every time she had faltered something odd would happen.
The car would seem to shift slightly towards her like a dog begging for attention, and she'd just get a feeling from it. She knew that it was kind of crazy to think that the car was communicating with her, but she couldn't help but suspect it.
“Wow, you've done an amazing job!” Mikaela said in awe as she inspected Sunstreaker. His body was a world away from what it had been a mere week ago. “When are you going to add the paint?”
Ian's pressed her palms flat on the side of the car, “Do you know if Mr.Sun was really attached to his old paint job?”
Ian smiled warmly at Mikaela as her eyes widened in realization, she tried to ignore what felt like a slight tremor travel through the car's frame. 'The car did not just shudder at you Ian. That was your imagination.'
“What were you thinking of?” Mikaela asked as an evil grin began to form on her face.
“Oh I was thinking of going for red, with gold lighten stripes up the side” she answered with a smile. She quickly looked down at the car next to her. 'Ok that time it definitely moved.'
Ian was distracted from her thoughts when she heard loud laughter. Mikaela stood across the car howling hysterically, Ian weakly smiled at her in confusion. Did the girl just snap? Was she going to be killed with one of her wrenches now?
“Oh I think Mr.Sun is going to like the new paint job just fine.” Mikaela wheezed out between giggles. A new paint job would serve that damn extortionist right.
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AN: Next chapter Sunny's new paint job! ^o^ And, “You did what to get yourself yourself a new frame?!” Ratchet discovers Ian.