An Autobot Christmas V

It wasn't much later that Bumblebee had dropped off Sam at the mall to do his shopping that the boy called him, saying that Mikalea had called him wanting to be picked up to do a little shopping of her own. Reluctant to give up his nice clear parking spot for a slushy one when this one was taken, Bumblebee finally gave in and quietly drove to the work shop where the girl was currently spending her days with her father; while still having been out of prison for nearly a year or so now, he still needed to be watched every now and then, and reminded that anything even minor that he did could end up with a life sentence. And that was if he was lucky.

The dark haired girl gave a holler and wave goodbye to her father the "crew" that worked at the car shop before trudging her way through slopped snow in work boots over to the yellow Camero. Bumblebee would have thought that she would have been freezing; wearing a tank top with a light jacket and jeans. Then again, that was basically the same thing Sam had put on that morning. Well, except he wore a t-shirt instead of a tank top.

"Hey, 'Bee, how's it goin'?" the girl asked as she plopped into the passenger's seat of the car when it opened as she neared. She was quick to pull her legs in as the door slammed shut, her bag being placed nicely on the floor as she pulled out a towel to put under her wet feet.

The response to her question was a warble and a few clicks and twitters as the car slowly pulled out of it's parked spot on the side of the road, after making sure all was clear.

"Well, that's good," Mikalea said, however the statement sounded more like a question than an endearing statement; although his main source of communicating now was his radio and those noises that the older bots called "Sparkling Speech," many humans could rarely understand anything other than the radio. Well, except for Sam, but he was odd anyway, as his girlfriend joked. "So I take it you're having Christmas this year with the other Autobots?" she managed to question again as they turned down the familiar road that led past the currently closed High School; ah, what memories, thought the Autobot.

When People Run In Circles
It's a Very, Very Mad World
Mad World

The lyrics came through the radio quite loudly, even for the song being a fairly quiet one. Mikalea smirked; she could imagine the base being hectic, seeing as how this was the Transformer's first Christmas, and didn't know much about the holiday. She had heard from Sam that that they were getting a real tree taller than Optimus and that they were all going to help decorate it. Even Wheeljack - lord save them all - and a few other Autobots were creating ortements for the tree, and even their own star. That would be interesting, Mikalea had thought when Sam told her about that.

"Well, I bet you're having a blast," she giggled. The response was what sounded like a tired sigh over the radio, although there was too much static to understand what the noise was. "And I take it Skidz and Mudflap are getting on everyone's nerves, too?" 'Kalea asked again. Suddenly the radio blared to life.

"Like demons from the deepest parts of hell… Set the world on fire….. No mercy if anyone in their path…!"

Mikalea instantly began giggling when she heard the first part of what the Autobot was saying about the twins, too occupied to heard what else he decided to say about the two. Yeah, it seemed that those two knew how to get on everyone else's nerves very quickly. Mostly Bumblebee's, for that matter; Sam had informed her that the two had adopted the yellow scout as their older brother, and, as he quote, were: "Learnin' 'ow t' be supa ninjas like 'Bee so they could kick some 'Con aft!" Sounded like the Camero had his servos full.

"Well it's good to know that they're keeping… Busy," Mikalea said as she tried to hold back her laughter enough to hear his response. Or at least not make the scout more annoyed than he already was, guessing by the swerving he had done when she brought up the twins. However, she merely got what she guessed was a huff from the car before he fell silent, and she guessed that that was the best thing at the moment; at least if she wanted a ride home later.

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An hour and a half later after dropping Mikalea off at the same mall Sam was shopping at, and loads of searching about Christmas and relationships later, 'Bee managed to turn off the radio when he spotted Sam and Mikalea heading over from exiting the mall, Sam stopping to drop change into a red bucket as a man in a Santa costume rang a bell. Red Cross, the sign above the red bucket read. As Bumblebee was quick to search up on the internet what exactly that was, Sam and Mikalea began putting what he guessed was loads of presents, bags, wrapping paper, tape, ortements for the tree, and other things into his trunk, and what they couldn't fit there, they put in the back seat.

"Well that was fun," Sam huffed as he fell into the drivers seat of the Camero, the door closing itself behind him when he was all the way in. Mikalea was nice enough to shut her own door, Bumblebee noted, which was typical; if there was one thing that Sam hated, it was shopping. And he didn't blame him, either; with what people such as Lennox and Epps and a few others at base said about it, he never wanted to try it.

"At least you got it over with," his girlfriend noted as she remembered to buckle her seatbelt as the Camero slowly pulled out of where it was parked and began it's drive home back to base. Sam made no such move to do so, merely sunk further back into his seat, obviously tired.

"If you say so," the dark haired boy muttered, emerald optics gazing outside the window. Not too long after Bumblebee had picked up Mikalea and taking her to the mall, snow had began to fall slowly onto the cold ground; by this time next day, Sam had thought, there would be a good half a foot of snow for them to tussle around in.

Which most likely meant another cold winter.

And maybe another cold.

Joy.