[Fic: Transformers] "Too Close"
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Title: Too Close
Author: Brittany (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sterlingsylver)
Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Words: 900
Summary: Missing scene, Sam and Mikaela; “You don’t have to be here, you know.”
Author’s Notes: All kinds of introspective, becausehalflng_rogue and I were arguing about whether or not Mikaela is a Mary Sue. And then pushpushlady agreed. You guys all suck, man. ;_______; Mikaela rules.
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They were sitting too close together; not a lot, just a little. Enough to be a little uncomfortable, but they were pretty uncomfortable already, handcuffed and silent in the back of this big black SUV, one little bit of the convoy taking them who knew where. Mikaela was doing her best not to freak out, taking deep and even breaths.
It was hard not to be scared. It was harder when no one was talking.
The two guys in the slick black suits weren’t saying anything, at least. In fact, they were so quiet Mikaela could almost imagine they weren’t even there – but then again, she already believed in cars that could drive by themselves.
Sam wasn’t saying anything, either, but that’s because he was staring out the window so she wouldn’t notice he’d been crying. He didn’t have to do that. She wouldn’t tell.
“This sucks,” she muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear in the dead silence. No one said a thing.
She sighed, and stared out the window.
The roads were completely unfamiliar; it made sense, she rarely stepped out of her territory, and even then it was usually only for school field trips. They were out of the city, for sure. Probably going to some secret government compound where, if Simmons could be believed, they could disappear forever.
“You don’t have to be here, you know,” Sam said.
Mikaela looked up, surprised that he was talking. And then she heard what he said. “Excuse me?”
He fidgeted a little bit.
“Sam…”
“It’s just—I’ve been thinking, you can tell them that this doesn’t have anything to do with you, we could get them to let you go, you could…” He didn’t seem to know what his mistake was, but he knew he’d done something wrong, because he slumped down in his seat and looked away. “Like I said. You don’t have to be here.”
“That’s what you’ve been thinking about?” She bristled. “Well, I’m sorry, Mr. My Stupid Glasses Could End The World, but just because my name isn’t Witwicky doesn’t mean I’m not less involved than you, okay? It’s not just about you.”
He stared at her. “You got my name right,” he said.
She wanted to hit him; not hard, just a little.
Then he said, “I’m sorry.”
He really was sorry, she could see it on his crumpled face, and she felt horrible.
This was how she was going to treat the first nice boy she’d known in ages, the guy who’d saved her life?
She hadn’t had a chance to think about it yet, but that was kind of a huge deal. Sam almost died trying to catch her. And Bumblebee was tied up and frozen and being shipped like some sick science experiment because he’d saved them both.
And she didn’t feel guilty. Okay, maybe a little, if she hadn’t slipped… But she knew they didn’t blame her, they didn’t hate her, and she’d do the same for them if she had the chance. And she might get the chance.
“I want to be here,” she said.
Sam looked at her blankly, he looked at the suits in the front seat, he glanced around their little SUV prison. She could see his handcuffed wrists twisting behind his back. “Really,” he said.
She laughed. Kind of. It sounded pretty strained. “Well not, you know, here. Here really sucks.”
“Oh, don’t, you’ll hurt their feelings.” Sam leaned forward, talking to the suits in front. “Isn’t that right, guys, huh?”
“Sam, I want to be here with you. And Bumblebee.” Okay, so Bumblebee wasn’t technically here here, but it counted and she didn’t have to explain it to Sam, he understood. “You guys aren’t going to disappear into some giant black hole and I never find out what happened to you, you’re just… not.”
Sam smiled. It was weak, but he still really smiled.
Sam didn’t have big biceps like Trent did, but she’d gotten kind of used to his hands on her arm, her shoulder, her back. They were warm, and they said things Sam was too shy or too scared to say in words. I’m okay, we’re okay, everything’s okay. Are you okay? It was reassuring and she… didn’t mind that. She’d miss it, even, if it were suddenly gone.
And another thing. “You have to know they wouldn’t believe me anyway,” she pointed out, sitting back in her seat and ignoring the way that twinged her shoulder. The handcuff thing was really getting old. “What, they’re going to let me go, after everything, just because we ask them to?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I said I was thinking, not that I had a secret master plan all worked out in my head.”
“Is one coming?”
“You kids be quiet,” one of the suits snapped.
“We’ll be arriving, soon,” the other one added.
Mikaela’s stomach sank.
Things could be worse, things could definitely be way worse. Even if she had to try real hard to convince herself of that, it was still true. She could be alone. Sam could be alone.
“Things could be worse,” Sam said, echoing her thoughts.
“How?” she asked.
“Easy. That creepy Simmons guy could be with us. If they’d even take him, I mean, he’s probably some kind of hazard.” He grinned. “You saw what Bumblebee did to him, he’s probably flammable.”
She couldn’t help it, she giggled; not a lot, just a little.
Nothing had really changed, everything still sucked, but… Sitting so close together just wasn’t uncomfortable anymore.
*
Title: Too Close
Author: Brittany (
sterlingsylver)Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Words: 900
Summary: Missing scene, Sam and Mikaela; “You don’t have to be here, you know.”
Author’s Notes: All kinds of introspective, because
halflng_rogue and I were arguing about whether or not Mikaela is a Mary Sue. And then pushpushlady agreed. You guys all suck, man. ;_______; Mikaela rules.*
They were sitting too close together; not a lot, just a little. Enough to be a little uncomfortable, but they were pretty uncomfortable already, handcuffed and silent in the back of this big black SUV, one little bit of the convoy taking them who knew where. Mikaela was doing her best not to freak out, taking deep and even breaths.
It was hard not to be scared. It was harder when no one was talking.
The two guys in the slick black suits weren’t saying anything, at least. In fact, they were so quiet Mikaela could almost imagine they weren’t even there – but then again, she already believed in cars that could drive by themselves.
Sam wasn’t saying anything, either, but that’s because he was staring out the window so she wouldn’t notice he’d been crying. He didn’t have to do that. She wouldn’t tell.
“This sucks,” she muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear in the dead silence. No one said a thing.
She sighed, and stared out the window.
The roads were completely unfamiliar; it made sense, she rarely stepped out of her territory, and even then it was usually only for school field trips. They were out of the city, for sure. Probably going to some secret government compound where, if Simmons could be believed, they could disappear forever.
“You don’t have to be here, you know,” Sam said.
Mikaela looked up, surprised that he was talking. And then she heard what he said. “Excuse me?”
He fidgeted a little bit.
“Sam…”
“It’s just—I’ve been thinking, you can tell them that this doesn’t have anything to do with you, we could get them to let you go, you could…” He didn’t seem to know what his mistake was, but he knew he’d done something wrong, because he slumped down in his seat and looked away. “Like I said. You don’t have to be here.”
“That’s what you’ve been thinking about?” She bristled. “Well, I’m sorry, Mr. My Stupid Glasses Could End The World, but just because my name isn’t Witwicky doesn’t mean I’m not less involved than you, okay? It’s not just about you.”
He stared at her. “You got my name right,” he said.
She wanted to hit him; not hard, just a little.
Then he said, “I’m sorry.”
He really was sorry, she could see it on his crumpled face, and she felt horrible.
This was how she was going to treat the first nice boy she’d known in ages, the guy who’d saved her life?
She hadn’t had a chance to think about it yet, but that was kind of a huge deal. Sam almost died trying to catch her. And Bumblebee was tied up and frozen and being shipped like some sick science experiment because he’d saved them both.
And she didn’t feel guilty. Okay, maybe a little, if she hadn’t slipped… But she knew they didn’t blame her, they didn’t hate her, and she’d do the same for them if she had the chance. And she might get the chance.
“I want to be here,” she said.
Sam looked at her blankly, he looked at the suits in the front seat, he glanced around their little SUV prison. She could see his handcuffed wrists twisting behind his back. “Really,” he said.
She laughed. Kind of. It sounded pretty strained. “Well not, you know, here. Here really sucks.”
“Oh, don’t, you’ll hurt their feelings.” Sam leaned forward, talking to the suits in front. “Isn’t that right, guys, huh?”
“Sam, I want to be here with you. And Bumblebee.” Okay, so Bumblebee wasn’t technically here here, but it counted and she didn’t have to explain it to Sam, he understood. “You guys aren’t going to disappear into some giant black hole and I never find out what happened to you, you’re just… not.”
Sam smiled. It was weak, but he still really smiled.
Sam didn’t have big biceps like Trent did, but she’d gotten kind of used to his hands on her arm, her shoulder, her back. They were warm, and they said things Sam was too shy or too scared to say in words. I’m okay, we’re okay, everything’s okay. Are you okay? It was reassuring and she… didn’t mind that. She’d miss it, even, if it were suddenly gone.
And another thing. “You have to know they wouldn’t believe me anyway,” she pointed out, sitting back in her seat and ignoring the way that twinged her shoulder. The handcuff thing was really getting old. “What, they’re going to let me go, after everything, just because we ask them to?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I said I was thinking, not that I had a secret master plan all worked out in my head.”
“Is one coming?”
“You kids be quiet,” one of the suits snapped.
“We’ll be arriving, soon,” the other one added.
Mikaela’s stomach sank.
Things could be worse, things could definitely be way worse. Even if she had to try real hard to convince herself of that, it was still true. She could be alone. Sam could be alone.
“Things could be worse,” Sam said, echoing her thoughts.
“How?” she asked.
“Easy. That creepy Simmons guy could be with us. If they’d even take him, I mean, he’s probably some kind of hazard.” He grinned. “You saw what Bumblebee did to him, he’s probably flammable.”
She couldn’t help it, she giggled; not a lot, just a little.
Nothing had really changed, everything still sucked, but… Sitting so close together just wasn’t uncomfortable anymore.
*
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Date: 2007-10-24 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-25 01:13 am (UTC)More seriously, I agree; I didn't mind Mikaela one way or another, but this is really cute. ^^
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Date: 2007-10-25 03:30 am (UTC)And thanks! ^^;;
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Date: 2007-10-25 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-25 06:57 am (UTC)Yeah. Also liking Mikaela. She's quick-thinking and loves cars, and she told Trent off spectacularly when he wouldn't let her drive. Awesome.
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Date: 2007-10-25 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 11:27 pm (UTC)I like how it kind of catches her in between jock concubine and savin'-the'-world modes.
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Date: 2007-10-25 03:29 am (UTC)I was trying to show that she is a character with personality and motivations and stuff. A good personality, with good motivations! ^^ Because she TOTALLY IS, but you knew that already.
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Date: 2007-10-25 04:07 am (UTC)A complex personality, even! Well done.
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Date: 2007-10-25 04:23 am (UTC)She'd have to have one, what with being so freaking NICE and also dating loser guys!
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Date: 2007-10-25 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-25 03:49 am (UTC)Loving on that flammable comment.What's to dislike about Mikaela? I thought she was cool. ._.
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Date: 2007-10-25 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-25 04:35 am (UTC)thanks for writing this. :)
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Date: 2007-10-25 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-25 05:58 am (UTC)I like Mikaela! I'm tired of all these stories where they make her into a bitch so Sam can break up with her easily! Its not fair, she isn't a mean girl. She's cool! She stuck with Bee when all hell was breaking loose! She earned major points with me for that!!!
She is awesome though. Good fic. I don't think she's a Mary Sue at all either.
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Date: 2007-10-25 06:27 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-10-25 06:06 am (UTC)I really liked this. The characterization's spot-on, Mikaela and Sam both, and it was full of D'AWW. ^.^
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Date: 2007-10-25 06:25 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-25 03:42 pm (UTC)Sometimes I can see them not staying together, because relationships forged under severe stress don't always work, but I whole-heartedly believe that if they didn't work out, they'd still be really good friends
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Date: 2007-10-25 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-25 05:31 pm (UTC)Also, love the fic! I don't think I've ever seen anybody look at that particular moment; it reads exactly like canon, with all the awkwardness and shy jokes and underlying fear that should be there.
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Date: 2007-10-25 11:13 pm (UTC)4chan memes aside, this is a wonderful character piece, really gives a front row seat to her motivations and flaws.
“Sam, I want to be here with you. And Bumblebee.” Okay, so Bumblebee wasn’t technically here here, but it counted and she didn’t have to explain it to Sam, he understood.
And that right there is why I can no longer imagine Sam and Bumblebee in a relationship without including Mikaela in the action. *polishes icon*
*mems the whole thing*
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Date: 2007-10-26 03:05 am (UTC)