Complex Robotics

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Chapter 26: Count The Saints

(Charlie's POV)

My eyes fluttered open to the sounds of a smooth, expensive engine rumbling. Dark leather was all around me, and another smooth rev of the engine, before muffled voices. My blurry vision focused, and I realized I was inside of a car...Sunstreaker's car to be exact. I was in the back seats, with the raggedy blanket and a pillow as my companions. Familiar warmth spread under my thighs, and I was aware of the leather seats heating up.

Do back-seats even have seat warmers?

"Are you well, human?" The radio crackled, startling me slightly.

I calmed myself down, and examined my bare arms and legs. The bruises were no longer visible, and for once, I didn't feel a throbbing of slight pain every time I moved my limbs. Just to make sure, I stretched my legs out, careful not to mess up his clean and pristine interior, before pulling my arms above my head and stretching as well. I didn't stop until I heard the satisfying pop of the joints in my elbows clicking in place.

Sunstreaker made a disgusted sound. "Whatever you just did, don't do it again. Ever."

"Pop my joints?" I asked.

"Yes."

I hid my grin, lacing my fingers together and cracking them all. I could feel the golden Lamborghini shudder, and the engine growled loudly in warning.

I chuckled softly.

"You think this is funny?" He spat.

"Absolutely," I answered, before shooting out of my seat as the seat warmers rose to an unbearably hot temperature, "Hey, what the -OW!?"

Sunsutreaker's chuckle echoed out through the radio, and I winced as I rubbed, my unpleasantly tepid thighs. His laughter faded and turned into an annoyed growl as the passenger's door swung open, and Quickshift appeared in the front.

"Hey, you guys aren't havin' fun without me, are ya?"

"If you could call nearly getting the flesh burned off of you, fun." I muttered darkly, even though I was aware both Cybertronians heard me perfectly.

I timidly checked the temperature of his seats, and when they returned to the mild temperature I preferred, I collapsed back into the seat, the exhaustion from yesterday just now hitting me. I remember working on Sunstreaker until two in the morning, fixing minor complications and upgrading him with things I saw fit. I don't necessarily remember passing out in his back seat, but it if meant he was comfortable enough to have me back here, then I was all for it.

After all, it was one step closer to my goal.

"You get so much as an ounce of organic fluids on me and I squish you." He warned gravely, and I rolled my eyes.

"You've been threatening to squish me ever since you saved me. Yet, you haven't. I'm curious...have I grown on you?" I asked, the edges of my lips tilting up into a teasing smirk.

Sunstreaker grumbled lowly. "You are...tolerable. And more useful than originally expected."

I rolled my eyes, "Gee, thanks."

"But I still despise your kind." He finished, rather casually.

"I think the humans are pretty cool." Quickshift piped up, from his spot in Sunstreaker's passenger's seat.