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dragovianknightBut knowing what year John bought the Impala...so I know how long Impalabot has been a Winchester...that I like.
(Dammit, now I kind of want to write prequel fic where Mary finds out their car isn't just a car, and she and Impalabot go off and hunt things without John knowing. *facepalm* Edit: Actually, anyone who feels the urge to share in the Impalabot love should feel totally free to write this, or whatever else grabs you. There cannot be too much Impalabot!)
"Don't touch me!"
Raf yelped as he was knocked back by the Impala's door, stumbling, then sliding across the floor from the impact, and Jack jumped to his feet. "Hey! Leave him alone!" He was down the ladder and across the room without pausing to think, or notice the Impala was transforming, until he was at ground level looking up and up and up at the newest Autobot for the first time.
She was tall. Not, like, Optimus tall, but the homicidal look she was giving him did a lot to make up for that.
"I have a trunk you could hide a body in, kid; take one more step and you'll get to try it out."
Jack was still debating whether one more step included steps away, rapidly, when Arcee roared into the room, fresh from patrol. She must have taken in everything at a glance, because she didn't even slow down, skidding in between them and transforming, using her transformation to push the larger Autobot backwards.
"Back off, Shadow!"
The Impala made a sound somewhere between a growl and the rumble of an engine; there was a tense moment where Jack honestly thought he was going to be at ground zero of an Autobot throwdown. Then the Impala vented a sigh and deflated, literally, folding back into her alt mode.
"Son of a bitch."
She backed away from Arcee slowly, as if to demonstrate she wasn't a threat, and Jack took the opportunity to retreat toward Raf, who was picking himself up off the ground with Bumblebee fussing over him. It said something about his life that the only thing weird about any of this was that it was an Autobot who'd started it, rather than a Decepticon.
"You okay, Jack?"
"I'm fine."
"Me too," Raf said. "It was just a little misunderstanding."
"Uh-huh."
Jack noticed that Arcee hadn't moved, still planted between themselves and the now-quiescent Impala, and watching the car with a warning expression. Bee said something; Arcee replied with a quick hand gesture, and the next thing Jack knew, he and Raf were being picked up and set safely back on the platform reserved for humans.
Then Arcee moved, though she didn't relax. "I have to report to Optimus. Bee, you keep an eye on things here."
(Dammit, now I kind of want to write prequel fic where Mary finds out their car isn't just a car, and she and Impalabot go off and hunt things without John knowing. *facepalm* Edit: Actually, anyone who feels the urge to share in the Impalabot love should feel totally free to write this, or whatever else grabs you. There cannot be too much Impalabot!)
"Don't touch me!"
Raf yelped as he was knocked back by the Impala's door, stumbling, then sliding across the floor from the impact, and Jack jumped to his feet. "Hey! Leave him alone!" He was down the ladder and across the room without pausing to think, or notice the Impala was transforming, until he was at ground level looking up and up and up at the newest Autobot for the first time.
She was tall. Not, like, Optimus tall, but the homicidal look she was giving him did a lot to make up for that.
"I have a trunk you could hide a body in, kid; take one more step and you'll get to try it out."
Jack was still debating whether one more step included steps away, rapidly, when Arcee roared into the room, fresh from patrol. She must have taken in everything at a glance, because she didn't even slow down, skidding in between them and transforming, using her transformation to push the larger Autobot backwards.
"Back off, Shadow!"
The Impala made a sound somewhere between a growl and the rumble of an engine; there was a tense moment where Jack honestly thought he was going to be at ground zero of an Autobot throwdown. Then the Impala vented a sigh and deflated, literally, folding back into her alt mode.
"Son of a bitch."
She backed away from Arcee slowly, as if to demonstrate she wasn't a threat, and Jack took the opportunity to retreat toward Raf, who was picking himself up off the ground with Bumblebee fussing over him. It said something about his life that the only thing weird about any of this was that it was an Autobot who'd started it, rather than a Decepticon.
"You okay, Jack?"
"I'm fine."
"Me too," Raf said. "It was just a little misunderstanding."
"Uh-huh."
Jack noticed that Arcee hadn't moved, still planted between themselves and the now-quiescent Impala, and watching the car with a warning expression. Bee said something; Arcee replied with a quick hand gesture, and the next thing Jack knew, he and Raf were being picked up and set safely back on the platform reserved for humans.
Then Arcee moved, though she didn't relax. "I have to report to Optimus. Bee, you keep an eye on things here."
