Man and Machine 1 /2

Disclaimer: Don't' own Transformers... damn

Rating: pg

Summary: " Son... tha driver don' pick da car, tha car pic da driver... It's a mythical bond between man an' machine."

Author's notes: Did this while cleaning my POS Neon... Sort of a dedication to Bernie Mac.. Gonna miss the man.

A boy and his car

It started with much shouting, cursing and absolutely unnecessary theatrics (or so he believed). He'd sat by silently as the teenage human did a full circle around him, inspecting things that would make even the unmovable Ratchet uncomfortable. He did not understand the enthusiasm really. He was, after all, just another vehicle, there was plenty of them on earth. He did have to admit though, it was interesting to see the boy's reaction to a brand new 2008 H3 Hummer sitting in the family driveway.

Humans were fascinating.

"Are ya gonna sit in it?' had been asked, and then... his driver's side was being opened by an adolescent hand.

He locked all optical sensors on the bo as he seemed to stare at everything in awe. Something in his eyes just showed a little bit of inclination that he knew just exactly what his Hummer was. That he knew it was special. It was an absurd thought, but still. A Weight in his seat startled him back to the present. The boy has sat down.

It felt right somehow... some sort of programming booted into activity and he was uncomfortably unfamiliar with it. The boy belonged there, gripping his steering wheel.

"You.. Are so... awesome." well, that just as well sealed the deal.

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He couldn't really put his finger on it, and he certainly wasn't going to admit it to his buddies, but evey time he sat in the Hummer... he felt special. He felt like he was ear invincible, and would only be cooler if the care were a super advanced alien robot. That was a farfetched idea that little ten year olds came up and certainly wouldn't happen, so he just settled for pretty damn cool.

And he was possessive about it. Just the thought of another individual driving his car made him clench his hands in a white knuckled grip against the steering wheel.

He couldn't remember when the thoughts of contentment began to bible up because he hadn't been totally aware of it until the recent fight with his girlfriend. They yelled and he'd stomped out to his Hummer, climbed in and slammed the door. Many seconds of sulking followed and then he slowly began to calm down, like an older brotehr had been giving him a "man to man' talk. Feeling better, he just knew it had to have been the car.

"Thanks buddy." and he climbed out, ready to grovel and apologize. He almost missed the phantom ' no prob kid'.

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Their mutual and unconscious relationship grew the longer he was in the boy's possession. He learned so much and gained so much. The bo was an athlete and so, he silently cheered him on from the parking lot as his boy made the winning goal. He celebrated with him afterwards, though, he would have preferred to be eating the ice cream instead of having it falling onto his white hood. (Which didn't matter anyways, his boy cleaned it up immediately after socking the paint job perpetrator).

He was aware when two bodies collided in his back seat. Though he tried to keep all his attention awayfrom the moaning and sliding of body parts, he couldn't help but pay even jut a little bit of attention.

Again, humans were fascinating.

He could practically hear his old friend's amused voice in the back of his processors during these loud moans and gasps. "You are a weird one 'Jack". He found out shortly after, that the human act of intercourse, while intriguing, was messy... very messy. But that took did not remain a problem. His boy vacuumed all of his interior the next afternoon.

His boy did him proud, and though he could not hear him, he continued to praise that. Somehow, he knew his boy could hear him. It was frustrating at times though. When the boy was doing homework, as he always did leaning against the front left tire for some reason, he could see the equations and numbers and the scientist in him wanted nothing more than to spout '2! The answer to number 65 is 2!! That number divided by 3 and raised to the second power is TWO!!' but his boy did exceptional, and for now, that was alright.

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Sometimes he was sure his car was alive. It held a presence about it that just screamed 'one of these days I'm going to scare the bloody hell out of you by saying 'hello, nice weather we're having'." he didn't know whether or not if it was this imagined sentience that made him begin to talk to it. His mother did it to her plants, why couldn't he do it to his Hummer?

Before long, the Hummer knew everything about him. It knew more than even his best friend, essentially making it his best friend. When his girlfriend dumped him, he spent the night in the Hummer's back seat, spouting off and yabbering into the companionable silence that followed. He almost thought it would answer with it's own comforting conversation of " it's alright, don't worry, it's not worth it... I'm listening"

He made sure to give it tune ups and washed it at the first sign of dirt. It just wouldn't do for his car to be dirty, friends took care of friends. Besides, the Hummer seemed to run even better afterwards, no matter what his father said. That was his excuse to those who didn't know or understand.

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The relationship between the boy and his car, or the car and his boy, was a special one. It was a camaraderie like no other. It was a friendship so strong that it bordered on brotherhood. It was the kind of love neither could get from a girlfriend or an old war comrade. It mystified both of them.

So when Wheeljack had finally had enough and politely informed his boy that the correct answer to number 65 was, indeed, 2, his boy just smiled in companionable wonder and thanked him. He didn't need the explanation of Wheeljack's existence, nor his purpose for being on ear disguised as his car. He didn't care, because it didn't much matter, Wheeljack had chosen him to be 'his boy' and that was that...

"Just no more woohoo in my back seat if you please..."

"You got it big guy..."