[DDD - RL - Driving in Robot Cars]

[yellowbeebot]

[[Picked up from this thread.]]

Bumblebee sped down the single paved road that led out into the middle of nowhere. It was a solitary, empty road. And completely uninteresting, unless you happened to be a giant alien robot with a sensor suite that outdid anything any human military could put out these days. He could see the hidden cameras and sensors

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[know_sacrifice]

Mikaela was waiting for him by the front door of the medical center, idly pushing herself around on a rolling desk chair, more for the sheer fact that she could than anything else. The receptionist behind the front desk, who normally looked bored out of her mind in the relatively sleepy little ward, was watching her with an amused smile.

Mikaela had no problem smiling back.

The screech of tires on asphalt made her spin the chair around to face the door, and the honk had her leaping to her feet. She rushed the few steps to the door, barely pausing to scoop up the bag of her things she'd packed, and was out the door with a couple of long strides.

"Hey, 'Bee," she said, trying to sound nonchalant and unable to keep the unadulterated excitement out of her voice.

This was the first time in months that she'd been able to come out to see him without the aid of a wheelchair.

[yellowbeebot]

And there's the scout, sitting there in the warm spring sunlight, shining and gleaming almost as if new, though the dusty and dirty tires and lower chassis might disabuse anyone of that notion. He honks again, eager to be going as she spots Mikaela.

She's out of that chair. That is an immediate relief to him. It was so horrible seeing her in that thing. It reminded him two much of his own crippling wounds in Mission City, and at the same time reminded him that there was nothing eh could for the young woman who had so bravely come to his aid in that fight.

"Hello, Mikaela. Are you ready to go?"

[know_sacrifice]

"So, so so so so ready, 'Bee, you have no idea," she says enthusiastically. She leans into him, dropping her duffel bag into the backseat before climbing, with embarrassing awkwardness, into the passenger seat.

Except perhaps he had. After all, nearly the same thing had happened to him as her; it was just a lot easier to fix him than it had been her.

She's not really thinking about that right now, though. Instead, she's running her palms over the familiar leather of his seats, settling back and stretching her legs out into the footwell just because she can.

"Let's get the fuck outta here, 'Bee."

[yellowbeebot]

""Glad to hear it." His reply is tinged with that hint of that eagerness. He wants to be back on the road, throwing himself open to the thrill of just driving. He adjusts the seat slightly to ensure that she'll be comfortable.

"Your wish is my command." And with that the door slams shut, the engine roars and there is a squeal of burning rubber as he screeches out of the parking lot as fast as he came.