Fic - Headaches and Heartaches (2/10?)
Title: Headaches and Heartaches
Chars/Pairings: Will Lennox/Sarah Lennox, Annabelle Lennox, Ironhide, various others
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Several years have passed since the battle at Mission City, and the Lennox family decides to expand by one member. Ironhide is less than thrilled.
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After all, what is your host's purpose in having a party? Surely not for you to enjoy yourself; if that were their sole purpose, they'd have simply sent champagne and women over to your place by taxi. ~ P.J. O'Rourke
Ironhide sat parked in Topkick form in the driveway of the Lennox house. In part, he kept his scanners trained on and around the little girl hula-hooping in the summer grasses on his one side, but he also kept some of his attention keyed to the kitchen just inside the porch on his other. He was listening in on a curious argument.
“Will, you have to call them and invite them over.” Sarah shoved the cordless phone into his chest. “I already invited my parents.”
“Can’t we just tell them over the phone? Getting them all in a room together generally doesn’t end well.” Will groused, frowning at the phone.
Sarah sighed. “That’s why we’re doing everyone at once. They won’t have to argue over anything if there are plenty of other folks around to distract them. Should I invite the Fannings?” Ironhide heard her flipping through the address book.
“Who?” Will agonizingly slowly punched the digits of his parent’s phone number into the phone’s keypad.
“Neighbors. Their son babysat a couple times? I’ll add them to the list.” She scribbled down the name and number to a growing list of invitees.
“Hey Mom, how are you two doing? Uh huh, yeah…Ok. Well, Sarah and I have some great news to tell you, yeah Dad too, uh huh, and we wanted to know if you could come down for a 4th of July barbeque? Ok? Alright, we’ll see you in a few days then. Love you Mom.” The phone clicked and Will let out a sigh. He picked up the invite list.
“We’re gonna need a lot of meat for this barbeque.”
And so Ironhide found himself carting large chests of meat, ice, barbeque sauce, fireworks, and other necessities from town to the Lennox’s for the next 4 days. If any of this meat leaks on my interior…
“After this is over, you owe me a wash.” Ironhide groused to Will in his cab. Will chuckled.
“Yeah yeah. Summer dust getting to you?”
“I am thinking the Autobots should have chosen a wetter climate for our base after all.”
“Yeah, yeah. When you’re sick of perpetual mud, don’t come rolling back to us. We’ll be enjoying the sunshine, thank you.”
They pulled up in front of the house, where Sarah, Annabelle, and Bobby Epps were playing with some sparklers. Will hopped out of the cab.
“Time to get to work ladies! Only a couple hours before the crowd starts showing up.”
The barbeque was in full swing when they decided to make their announcement. Will stood on a chair, shouting, “Attention! ‘Scuse me!” The murmur of the crowd died down. Finally, thought Ironhide as several children left their play in his bed to rejoin their parents. A wash and a wax, for those greasy fingers.
“Hey everybody, how’s the party?” The crowd gave a loud holler, and a couple whistles. “Great! Well, I have something to confess. While celebrating our country’s independence cannot be downplayed, it was not the only reason my wife and I decided to throw this shindig.” Now the crowd was deathly silent. “We’re pregnant!” Wait, what? They’re both pregnant? But before Ironhide could follow that horrifying thought to it’s logical conclusion, the crowd let out an even greater cheer than before and surged towards the porch.
Through of the sea of congratulating friends and neighbors, one Bobby Epps pushed his way in to clap a hand on his friend’s back. He then turned and gave a more gentle embrace to Sarah.
“Congratulations! Couldn’t let me in on this little shock before now? How long you been keeping this a secret, huh?” He asked mock accusingly.
“I’m only about 7 weeks along, Bobby.” Sarah replied blushing.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to forgive you.” He then moved off a little ways to make room for other revelers.
Meanwhile, Bumblebee had stealthily rolled up beside Ironhide. ‘Congratulations’ he commed cheekily, playing some incredibly annoying song out of his radio.
“Sugar Baby Love…Sugar baby love!”
‘Why the frag are you congratulating me?’
‘It’s customary to congratulate a family when they have a baby.’ Ironhide didn’t have a response to that.
‘If you know what’s best for you, you’ll turn off that infernal music.’
Bumblebee ignored him, instead adding insult to injury with another barb. ‘So, when were you going to tell Ratchet?’ Ironhide’s processor went blank with horror.
“Yes all lovers make, make the same mistakes!”
Chars/Pairings: Will Lennox/Sarah Lennox, Annabelle Lennox, Ironhide, various others
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Several years have passed since the battle at Mission City, and the Lennox family decides to expand by one member. Ironhide is less than thrilled.
II
After all, what is your host's purpose in having a party? Surely not for you to enjoy yourself; if that were their sole purpose, they'd have simply sent champagne and women over to your place by taxi. ~ P.J. O'Rourke
Ironhide sat parked in Topkick form in the driveway of the Lennox house. In part, he kept his scanners trained on and around the little girl hula-hooping in the summer grasses on his one side, but he also kept some of his attention keyed to the kitchen just inside the porch on his other. He was listening in on a curious argument.
“Will, you have to call them and invite them over.” Sarah shoved the cordless phone into his chest. “I already invited my parents.”
“Can’t we just tell them over the phone? Getting them all in a room together generally doesn’t end well.” Will groused, frowning at the phone.
Sarah sighed. “That’s why we’re doing everyone at once. They won’t have to argue over anything if there are plenty of other folks around to distract them. Should I invite the Fannings?” Ironhide heard her flipping through the address book.
“Who?” Will agonizingly slowly punched the digits of his parent’s phone number into the phone’s keypad.
“Neighbors. Their son babysat a couple times? I’ll add them to the list.” She scribbled down the name and number to a growing list of invitees.
“Hey Mom, how are you two doing? Uh huh, yeah…Ok. Well, Sarah and I have some great news to tell you, yeah Dad too, uh huh, and we wanted to know if you could come down for a 4th of July barbeque? Ok? Alright, we’ll see you in a few days then. Love you Mom.” The phone clicked and Will let out a sigh. He picked up the invite list.
“We’re gonna need a lot of meat for this barbeque.”
And so Ironhide found himself carting large chests of meat, ice, barbeque sauce, fireworks, and other necessities from town to the Lennox’s for the next 4 days. If any of this meat leaks on my interior…
“After this is over, you owe me a wash.” Ironhide groused to Will in his cab. Will chuckled.
“Yeah yeah. Summer dust getting to you?”
“I am thinking the Autobots should have chosen a wetter climate for our base after all.”
“Yeah, yeah. When you’re sick of perpetual mud, don’t come rolling back to us. We’ll be enjoying the sunshine, thank you.”
They pulled up in front of the house, where Sarah, Annabelle, and Bobby Epps were playing with some sparklers. Will hopped out of the cab.
“Time to get to work ladies! Only a couple hours before the crowd starts showing up.”
The barbeque was in full swing when they decided to make their announcement. Will stood on a chair, shouting, “Attention! ‘Scuse me!” The murmur of the crowd died down. Finally, thought Ironhide as several children left their play in his bed to rejoin their parents. A wash and a wax, for those greasy fingers.
“Hey everybody, how’s the party?” The crowd gave a loud holler, and a couple whistles. “Great! Well, I have something to confess. While celebrating our country’s independence cannot be downplayed, it was not the only reason my wife and I decided to throw this shindig.” Now the crowd was deathly silent. “We’re pregnant!” Wait, what? They’re both pregnant? But before Ironhide could follow that horrifying thought to it’s logical conclusion, the crowd let out an even greater cheer than before and surged towards the porch.
Through of the sea of congratulating friends and neighbors, one Bobby Epps pushed his way in to clap a hand on his friend’s back. He then turned and gave a more gentle embrace to Sarah.
“Congratulations! Couldn’t let me in on this little shock before now? How long you been keeping this a secret, huh?” He asked mock accusingly.
“I’m only about 7 weeks along, Bobby.” Sarah replied blushing.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to forgive you.” He then moved off a little ways to make room for other revelers.
Meanwhile, Bumblebee had stealthily rolled up beside Ironhide. ‘Congratulations’ he commed cheekily, playing some incredibly annoying song out of his radio.
“Sugar Baby Love…Sugar baby love!”
‘Why the frag are you congratulating me?’
‘It’s customary to congratulate a family when they have a baby.’ Ironhide didn’t have a response to that.
‘If you know what’s best for you, you’ll turn off that infernal music.’
Bumblebee ignored him, instead adding insult to injury with another barb. ‘So, when were you going to tell Ratchet?’ Ironhide’s processor went blank with horror.
“Yes all lovers make, make the same mistakes!”