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Life in the Bag (Fanfic from 2008)
This was written when I was in Job Corps. Therefore, it's likely full of errors and bad writing. Which is exactly why I'm posting it! :D
Ironhide grumbled as he watched the strange-looking human femme from the confines of his box. This was the second time in a month he had been picked up by the strangely-colored femme, but this time seemed different. For one thing, the femme seemed a good deal more excited, and this time, he had actually been carried around the store. Now, the femme was at the "Check-out" and exchanging currency. For some reason, he could hear muffled whispers coming from the black bag the femme carried. This fact alone worried the weapons specialist. For all he knew, the femme could have a pit-load of Decepticons in there!
Soon, the femme's voice could be heard, muttering curses as she jostled the box, apparently having a hard time opening the flaps.
"Fragging tape!"
A second voice, a human mech's, asked "Did you just say 'fragging'?"
"Yeah... I kinda picked up the jargon... Yay! Tape's gone!" More jostling, and the removal of the wires holding him to the box. Now that he could get a good look at the world around him, Ironhide wasn't too impressed. True, he could see the femme better now, and could see the sheer joy on her face, but aside from that, there really wasn't much worth looking at. Things didn't seem much different from the inside of his box, just a bit roomier. Then, there was the noise. Ironhide was glad that he was in alt-mode, as the large box he, the femme, and a few other humans were in was quite loud. It wasn't a pleasant experience.
Abruptly, the femme began trying to transform him. The suddenness of it made his parts, tense from being jostled so recently, tighten up, earning a good deal of cursing from the femme. Kup would have been shocked at the language the femme used. Well, maybe not shocked... After all, Ratchet said worse in the medbay.
Suddenly, the femme cursed anew, as the part of Ironhide's roof section popped off while she was trying to work out how to raise his head. /Serves you right, moving so slowly./ Ironhide thought. Honestly, he hadn't expected someone who moved so slowly... Wait. She was bein careful, and trying... Trying not to break him... That in and of itself was surprising. From what he had heard, most "kids" were rough on other Transformers. This femme, he was sure she was a fully-grown femme, while acting rather "kid-like", was trying to be gentle as she transformed him. Perhaps he had mis-judged the femme.
Soon, Ironhide was fully transformed and the femme was quite pleased with herself. Suddenly, she let out a distressed noise as Ironhide was removed from her hands. Then, he heard the voices of friends!
"Den! Calm down! They'll return whomever it is you've purchased, just be patient!" The voice was muffled, but still recognizable, accent and all.
"Bumblebee? Where the slag are you?" Ironhide tried to look around from his position in the hands of a strange human mech, but found he couldn't very easily.
"Ironhide! Well, that depends on where exactly you are... I'm not quite sure which direction Den's bag is facing at the moment."
"Goin' by how muffled 'Hide's voice is, I think we're facin' away from 'im." Jazz's foice joined Bumblebee's, "An' wouldja move yer aft? I can't see anythin'." Someone else inside the bag sighed, before responding.
"You wouldn't be able to see anything anyways, Jazz. We're INSIDE the bag. Ironhide is outside of it. Plus, we're all in alt-mode." Even muffled and apparently close to being fragged-off, Arcee's voice was still a welcome sound.
Ironhide grumbled as he watched the strange-looking human femme from the confines of his box. This was the second time in a month he had been picked up by the strangely-colored femme, but this time seemed different. For one thing, the femme seemed a good deal more excited, and this time, he had actually been carried around the store. Now, the femme was at the "Check-out" and exchanging currency. For some reason, he could hear muffled whispers coming from the black bag the femme carried. This fact alone worried the weapons specialist. For all he knew, the femme could have a pit-load of Decepticons in there!
Soon, the femme's voice could be heard, muttering curses as she jostled the box, apparently having a hard time opening the flaps.
"Fragging tape!"
A second voice, a human mech's, asked "Did you just say 'fragging'?"
"Yeah... I kinda picked up the jargon... Yay! Tape's gone!" More jostling, and the removal of the wires holding him to the box. Now that he could get a good look at the world around him, Ironhide wasn't too impressed. True, he could see the femme better now, and could see the sheer joy on her face, but aside from that, there really wasn't much worth looking at. Things didn't seem much different from the inside of his box, just a bit roomier. Then, there was the noise. Ironhide was glad that he was in alt-mode, as the large box he, the femme, and a few other humans were in was quite loud. It wasn't a pleasant experience.
Abruptly, the femme began trying to transform him. The suddenness of it made his parts, tense from being jostled so recently, tighten up, earning a good deal of cursing from the femme. Kup would have been shocked at the language the femme used. Well, maybe not shocked... After all, Ratchet said worse in the medbay.
Suddenly, the femme cursed anew, as the part of Ironhide's roof section popped off while she was trying to work out how to raise his head. /Serves you right, moving so slowly./ Ironhide thought. Honestly, he hadn't expected someone who moved so slowly... Wait. She was bein careful, and trying... Trying not to break him... That in and of itself was surprising. From what he had heard, most "kids" were rough on other Transformers. This femme, he was sure she was a fully-grown femme, while acting rather "kid-like", was trying to be gentle as she transformed him. Perhaps he had mis-judged the femme.
Soon, Ironhide was fully transformed and the femme was quite pleased with herself. Suddenly, she let out a distressed noise as Ironhide was removed from her hands. Then, he heard the voices of friends!
"Den! Calm down! They'll return whomever it is you've purchased, just be patient!" The voice was muffled, but still recognizable, accent and all.
"Bumblebee? Where the slag are you?" Ironhide tried to look around from his position in the hands of a strange human mech, but found he couldn't very easily.
"Ironhide! Well, that depends on where exactly you are... I'm not quite sure which direction Den's bag is facing at the moment."
"Goin' by how muffled 'Hide's voice is, I think we're facin' away from 'im." Jazz's foice joined Bumblebee's, "An' wouldja move yer aft? I can't see anythin'." Someone else inside the bag sighed, before responding.
"You wouldn't be able to see anything anyways, Jazz. We're INSIDE the bag. Ironhide is outside of it. Plus, we're all in alt-mode." Even muffled and apparently close to being fragged-off, Arcee's voice was still a welcome sound.