No Rest For The Weary

Ellie shielded her eyes as the sun poured in through the uncovered window. The young woman groaned and rolled to her side, sitting up as a large Deuce-and-a-half pulled up into the central area between the barracks. Ellie was about to pull the pillow over her head when she heard someone pounding at the front door. Groaning loudly, Ellie stood on her right leg and used the crutch to walk over to the window, heaving it open with an irritated shove. She gave the Captain with his fist raised at her door a look that would have peeled the paint off of Iron Hide. “Wrong door,” she grunted, staring blearily at the army Captain. The men on her door step stopped talking and stared at the woman in the window. Ellie was clad in nothing more than a sports bra and a pair of boxers, both an alarming shade of lavender that clashed violently with her ginger colored hair.



“Next door,” she pointed to the left of her barrack where Ron and Judy Witwickey were already standing on the steps, snickering into their fists. Her father was already on his way toward the two when he spotted Ellie leaning out of the window clad in nothing but underwear. His eyes settled on the men ogling at his daughter and their Captain doing the same.



Ellie closed the window as her father exploded at the Captain. Major Bert Murdock was not someone who angered easily but when it happened, you prayed you were not the one to set him off. The sound of Major Murdock blowing out the ear drums of several Privates woke nearly the entire base. Optimus and Ratchet had snapped up from stasis, transforming in record time with cannons locked and primed, whining with pent up energy waiting to be discharged. The two Autobots looked at each other as the door opened to the barrack and a fully dressed Ellie came out, her hair pulled in to a messy, short pony tail on the back of her head. “Dad…” Ellie spoke softly, feeling the ground shake as two more Autobots came onto the scene. Optimus waved his hand, telling Iron Hide and Chromia to stand down. “Let them get their work done so they can get out of here without wetting themselves,” Ellie referred to the fact that the Captain and every one of his Privates were staring at the Autobots with a mixture of wonder and absolute fright.



Bert looked over his shoulder, chuckling. “Sorry about that, Optimus. Didn’t mean to startle you.” The Privates looked at each other. Startle them? "You heard the lady!" Bert boomed again, pointing toward the Witwickey parents standing on the steps, looking like they were about laugh themselves silly. "GO!"



Ellie laughed as the half dozen Privates and their Captain shot off a quick 'Yessir!' before they scurried off. "Daddy? Can you help me down the stairs?" How could Bert refuse his daughter? He steadied her as best he could as she carefully climbed down the stairs. He did make a face at her clothing; her jeans still torn half way up the left leg and frayed where Ellie had knotted the material to keep it from unraveling. Her right pant leg was still sliced open, though it did not sport the blood stains that had nearly driven her mother into a fit.



"Don't worry, dad. Sarah and Iron Hide promised to take me into town today and get some new clothes," Ellie smiled, demonstrating by sticking her finger through a large hole in her shirt. "I think these have had it."



"Alright, sweetie. Your mother and I have to report to Secretary Keller in a couple of hours, so you might not be able to reach me on my phone," the tough Major smiled softly, kissing his daughter on the cheek, scratching her with is stubble. "Iron Hide," he called out, making his way toward the large black Autobot.



"Yes, Major Murdock?" Iron Hide had to kneel to keep Bert from having to crane his neck up too high. Bert shifted his cane slightly, grunting at the soreness in his knees.



"Call me Burt. Rank's not needed among friends." The weathered face smiled brightly, making Iron Hide chuckle. "Me and Margie, Ellie's mother, might be gone for a couple of days. Keep an eye on my daughter, will you? But don't be too obvious...I might be a Major, but she's the tougher one."



Iron Hide laughed and extended his hand to the Major who took hold of one of the thick fingers. "I shall watch over Ellie. And believe me, I have seen how well she can handle herself. I foresee no problems." Bert nodded as he smartly jammed his hat onto his head, the Major insignia shining brightly in the morning sun. He turned around as swiftly as he could and slowly walked back to his wife, who was dressed smartly in her best dress uniform. Her dark ginger hair was pulled into a tight bun, making the Commander look stern and hard. She smiled, however when her husband came up to her, probably ribbing him about his outburst. The two went back into their barrack to await the chopper that would take them to the Secretary's temporary offices in Seattle.



The door to the last barrack opened and a strawberry blond toddler came shooting out, her arms wide as the smile on her face. "Ine Hide! Ine Hide!" She squealed giggling as the large mech scooped her up in one hand, bringing her close to his face. The entire scene was absolutely precious.



"Grace, good morning," greeted the stern Autobot, though the smile on his face seemed totally out of place except to the few that had known him when he was much younger. "Did you sleep well during the storm?" Optimus smiled as he stood back. That soft smile and voice were the same Iron Hide used when Bumblebee was just a youngling.



"Ya huh. But it sounded like monsters fighting. It was scary." Grace didn't notice the death glare that Iron Hide was casting toward Bumblebee who was sprawled out on the ground, laying flat on his front and doing his best not to laugh. Optimus found it difficult not to smile at the child's unintentional observation. "Mommy and daddy were laughing at it, too." That was all it took for Bumblebee to guffaw, dust billowing from his face as his air intakes convulsed in his laughter. And it didn't help either that Chromia was chuckling softly behind him, earning her a dark look from Iron Hide. The femme only regarded her mate with an amused twinkle in her optics, her vocalizer emitting a burst of static that sounded like a snort.



"Oh good. It's 'Rib Iron Hide Day'." Iron Hide groaned as Sam and Mikaela stepped around a thrashing Bumblebee who could not hold in his laughter, filling the air with fast clicks that sounded like a Geiger counter gone wild. "I do want to thank you for the inspiration though," Mikaela wagged her eyebrows at Iron Hide who groaned as though he were in pain.



"Go to your father, sweetie," Sarah finely exited the house, waddling down the steps with her husband's help as she slung her purse over her shoulder. "I think Iron Hide needs a break." The big mech gave her a look of such gratitude that Optimus was hard pressed not to start giggling. That would certainly not do for the leader of the Autobots to start giggling like Grace was as she was scooped up by her father. Will reached up and picked his daughter out of Iron Hide's hand, letting her sit on his shoulders.



"You take good care of them, Iron Hide," Will called out as Iron Hide transformed and opened his doors. He crouched low on his suspension to allow Sarah to get in without swinging her let over her hips. Ellie reached in through Iron Hide to guide Sarah in, Iron Hide adjusting the seat to allow Sarah to sit comfortably.



"You do remember who you are talking to?" The irritability in Iron Hide's voice made the Captain grin. "Nothing will happen to Sarah or Ellie without my express say so."



"Just don't let your thoughts wander," Mikaela called out, laughing as Iron Hide made a sound like someone had pulled the choke on his engine.



"I will have YOU know that I am capable of thinking of more than rutting at the first opportunity!" Ratchet snorted derisively, sending the rest of the Autobots into fits of laughter as the black Top Kick drove off, his engine revving irritably.







Bumblebee eyed the couple cautiously as they set up the soap and cold water a few feet from his tires. He was quite grateful for the offered wash since the previous night's rains had splattered his sides and tires with a thick coating of mud which had now dried hard. It was getting uncomfortable, what he was sure humans would call 'itchy' and Bumblebee was wondering what the slag was taking so long. The yellow mech watched as Sam passed in front of his headlights again for the third time. Mikaela had disappeared behind him several minutes ago and he was starting to get suspicious.



Bumblebee released a hiss from his hydraulics as he felt the soapy sponge on his rear fender. Sam was on his left side, hosing him down so that the dried mud slid off onto the ground, making him shudder. The water pressure was just enough for it's purpose, yet too weak to stimulate him much more than a fleeting caress. A few minutes of this treatment and Bumblebee was a bundle of frustrated wires. He let out a whine as Mikaela slowly came around to his left side with the sponge, trailing little bubbles along his frame. The sensation was intoxicating as the bubbles were followed by the water washing them off before they dried on his paint.



Thirty minutes and Mikaela had just finished with his rear end, though Bumblebee was far from complaining. Sam was casting lust filled stares at Mikaela grinning into the morning heat. Mikaela did something that made Sam gulp, his adam's apple bobbing up and down on his throat. The pheromones he was putting off were nearly suffocating. Another set of pheromones were catching his sensors as the wind shifted. He began to recognize those as Mikaela's and he committed their exact chemical make up to his memory. She smelled like lavender and ginger mixed with rose petals, which complemented Sam's sandalwood and clover perfectly. He was familiar with the concept of individuals of the human species scents changing when they became emotionally attached to another individual. But what he found confused his CPU.



Sam's scent was beginning to take on a rather inorganic flair. Most males his age exuded a musky odor exuded from scent glands under the arms and inner thighs. Sam however, was not producing as much of the pheromone as he was a type of chemical attractant that mimicked pheromones to such a degree that it took less to gain the desired effect. It was strange, though Bumblebee's attention was grabbed as he felt something soft and pliant pressed against his rear window. Bumblebee directed every one of his sensors to that area and nearly shook himself out of his armor. The thermals showed a picture of oranges and pinks in the form of Mikaela, naked and pressed against the wet metal of his armor.



"M...Mik...Mikaela?" Bumblebee's voice squeaked uncontrollably as he turned all his sensors on the sight and recorded everything, every delicious mille-second. Mikaela smiled as she used her body like the sponge, smearing the soap around the windows as the sponge in her hands washed his top. She could feel the minute shudders run through his frame as she slowly washed him. Sam still had that grin on his face as he turned a gentle stream of water onto Mikaela, washing the soap suds as much from Bumblebee as well as Mikalea. An audible groan issued from the yellow mech, making the two young adults grin.



"You alright, Bumblebee," Mikaela asked as innocently as she could, continuing to wash the Autobot in slow circles. The moan she got in response made her laugh out loud. "Do you want me to continue?" Mikaela stepped away from Bumblebee, the sponge dripping in her hand. "Tell me what you want."



Bumblebee was speechless. For the first time since his vocalizer was repaired by the All Spark, he found he had nothing to say. Was she asking him what he hoped she was asking him? Was this just a tease meant to get Sam aroused? Bumblebee watched Sam as the young man pointed the hose up into the air, coating the three of them in a gentle mist to stave off the heat of the day. His smile was warm as he watched Mikaela and although his body was aroused, he was keeping his distance from Mikaela and the Autobot. "I..." He started, wondering if his vocalizer had gone on the fritz again. Finding his voice, he continued, "I want you to wash me...just like you were." Bumblebee nearly panted. "Please..."



"Ok..." Mikaela smiled as she stepped up to Bumblebee again, rubbing the sponge along the left side of his hood, washing as slow as she could. Bumblebee shuddered again, wondering what he must have done to deserve something this wonderful. And whether or not he could do it again, because this was coming close to the fantasies that filled his CPU when he sat up during the long nights. He thanked Primus as Mikaela stepped to his front, leaning over his hood to cover it in long strokes of her soapy sponge. Mikaela smiled as she was greeted with another moan, this time accompanied by a shudder that coursed through his entire frame.



Sam took that as his cue and started spraying Bee's hood, surprising the mech enough to make him leap on his tires. He muttered a soft apology which Mikaela brushed off. "Oh, don't worry, Bee. 'Kaela will get me back later." Bee tried to get his mind off of Sam's innuendo, but it was difficult when the young man was spraying water on both he and Mikaela until they both were soaking wet and shivering at the temperature difference between the cold water and the hot air.



All too soon, Mikaela had finished washing Bee, Sam turning the water off to allow his armor to dry in record time. Bumblebee was working on calming down, when he felt something cold on his hood. Mikaela and Sam both seemed to have taken advantage the speed of his drying and started applying a coat of wax. Both started at opposite sides of his hood and worked their way back, making lazy circles over his paint. Bumblebee was convinced that the two were trying to torture him. They were going entirely too slow but Primus forbid they leave any streaks on his paint. Their fingers got the rags into every crevice on his armor and my the time they were finished, Bumblebee was whining with every caress.



"There." Mikaela threw town the rag, dusting her hands off as she admired the shine of Bumblebee's armor. "Like looking into the sun," she smiled, patting Bumblebee's hood. "You definitely needed a good wash. It was getting hard to see what color you were." Without another word, Mikaela stepped behind Bumblebee to the pile of her clothing.



Bumblebee was in utter shock, standing stock still as his CPU tried to understand what had happened. He had been so keyed up for the last half hour that he almost overloaded. Now, Mikaela was getting dressed as though nothing had happened at all. "Now for your interior." Bumblebee nearly overloaded as Mikaela opened his door and sat on his driver's seat with a bottle of Armorall in one hand and a rag in the other. "We need to get every inch of you clean and shiny. Wouldn't do to get too dirty, would it?" Bumblebee sighed as Mikaela started wiping his dashboard with the rag.



'Thank you, Primus!'