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Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A little trickle of dirt fell from the ceiling onto Hound's hunched form.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a groan, the scout pushed away from his desk and stared up at the dirt ceiling. A sane bot would say that it was impossible for something as light as a human jumping on a concrete basement floor to be heard as far underground as Hound's apartments. Luckily, there were very few sane people living on the property. Plus, there was an air shaft that ran from the Banes' basement to his apartment which helped sound travel. Ever since Mikaela and Chase Banes had learned of the air shaft, they'd readily used it to gain Hound's attention whenever they wanted.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Hound grinned wryly as another trickle of dirt sprayed his faceplate. Someone must have wanted to get his attention real bad. He blinked up at the ceiling, connecting with the Banes' home phone. Mikaela picked up on the first ring.

"Ya banged for meh, dearspark?" Hound drawled.

"I did," Mikaela replied cheerfully. "You were taking so long to call up, I was worried you fell asleep."

"So ya decided ta bang louder ta wake meh up?"

Mikaela laughed. "No, of course not! I got Tungsten to stomp on the floor for me. He weighs four times more than I do, so he'd be four times louder."

"Hello, Hound!" Tungsten chimed in cheerfully from the background.

"Tell Tungy Ah said hi," Hound chuckled, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up on his desk. He nudged his work away with the tip of his foot and got comfortable, happy to have a break. "An' sorry Ah took so long ta call up. Ah wasn't recharging, but Ah was really focused on mah work."

"Aw, I'm sorry to take you away from work. I didn't know you were busy," Mikaela sighed.

"Nah, don't worry about it. Ah always got time for you," Hound said cheerfully. Honestly, he would always make time for his humans. And even if he didn't, they tended to barge into his time anyways. "Ya need meh for something?"

"Oh, no… well, yeah. Sort of. Are you free tonight?" Mikaela asked.

Hound glanced at his work. It stared back. Taunting. He glared, disliking the look it was giving him. "Mah schedule just cleared."

"Good!" Mikaela exclaimed, and Hound could hear the grin in her voice. "The outdoor theatre on base is showing a marathon of the Indiana Jones movies and we kind of need a ride there."

"We?"

"Um… me, Sam, Miles, and a couple other people from base," Mikaela listed off a little reluctantly.

"Ya just want meh ta pony everyone in, is that it?" the scout asked, laughing. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been asked to ferry some poor stranded humans back to civilization.

"Well… yeah. I mean, everyone kind of ended up here for dinner without rides back, and then we wanted to go see the movies."

Hound smirked, deciding to play a little bit. "What's in it for me?"

"It's Indiana Jones!" Mikaela exclaimed. "You love Indiana Jones."

"And?"

"And I'll wash you!"

"And?"

"And I'll detail you!"

"And?"

"Please, Hound!" She was laughing as she begged, already knowing the answer was going to be yes no matter what. The answer was always yes. Chase might have perfected the art of saying "no", but Hound had yet to even learn the word. That, of course, did not stop Mikaela from sweetening the deal with an offer guaranteed to have Hound going along with it no matter what: "If you drive us in, Chase can be your date for the movies."

Hound's optic ridges arched. Yep, the girl knew exactly what kinds of bait to dangle to hook him. "An' what does Chase say ta that?"

"She- um…doesn't know yet, but she will! Please, Hound! Please!" Mikaela may have been considered an adult by human standards at 25, but she still had a little bit of youngling left in her. Generally, it came out strongest when she wanted something from him.

"Alright, alright, Indiana Jones marathon it is," Hound drawled, grinning as he listened to Mikaela and Tungsten cheer on the other line. It made him feel good to know he made her happy.

Mikaela quickly got back on the line and gushed her thanks. "Have I told you lately that you're my most favourite friendly green giant ever?"

"Yes, ya did- the last time ya wanted something from meh," Hound laughed.

"Oh, well, it hasn't changed- you're still the best. Can you be ready in twenty minutes?"

"Yep."

"Good. Love you, Hound." She hung up.

Hound sat back, still smiling. He loved her, too. He loved her like he would love his own youngling.

With another groan, the scout lurched to his feet and gave a good stretch. Armour chinked and his endoskeleton cracked back into place. After being hunched over his desk for so long, it felt good to have a nice stretch. Looking down at himseld, he 'tsk'd' at how dusty his armour looked. It had been at least a month since he'd bothered to get a good wash. Since he suddenly had a hot date tonight, a good wipe down wouldn't go amiss. Indiana Jones was worth it.

Wandering out of his office, he turned into the short hallway and made a beeline for the door across from him. It swished open into his downsized washing rack. It was the cleanest room in his whole apartment, mostly because he used it so rarely. It was also the only room in his whole apartment that did not incorporate dirt as the main design feature. The walls and ceiling were tiled nicely in white and green, the floor done in stainless steel; the room was brightly lit by lighting fixtures that ran all the way around the room. A large bench was sunk into one wall big enough to let him relax on it, and across from that was a gigantic mirror hung on the wall above a monster-sized sink. Several fluffy cloths made for Cybertronian use hung from a stainless steel rack.

He couldn't have a full-sized wash rack with shower heads and all the other kinds of accoutrements because it was just him living in the apartments and it would be a waste of water otherwise. Besides, he barely used the room he did have.

Filling the sink with hot water, Hound grabbed a hand-towel and quickly wiped himself down until his armour looked green again. He then shimmied around with a towel to dry off before more dirt could stick to the dampness of his armour. No need for polish; he wasn't that kind of bot. He consulted the mirror and smiled, approving of what he saw: his big, green reflection grinning back at him kind of stupidly.

Turning on his heel, he went back out into the hall. There was a door to his right that led into a guest room, his office door directly in front of him, and his "bedroom" next to that (even though he didn't have a "bed" as humans would understand it, but calling it a berth-room just sounded weird). He kept the guest room for the occasional Autobot looking for a little escape. Between his office and "bedroom" was a tiny human-sized door that led to a staircase that connected his apartment to the house above. To his left was the rest of the short hallway that led into the main room of his apartment, which was the largest room overall and the place where he did most of his entertaining when he had guests.

The whole place chronically smelled of rich earth and motor oil. Poster-sized pictures in plain frames lined the walls; pictures from all the different planets Hound had lived on, the aliens he had studied and befriended. A lot of the pictures happened to be of Earth. The majority of the humans in them happened to be his humans- Mikaela smiling happily and Chase… doing something with her mouth that might have been a smile if you squinted. In almost every available floor space, there was a shelf that housed his large collection of trinkets. Most of the stuff was Earth trinkets, since all his other possessions had been destroyed in the war.

The lighting for the rest of the apartment was a bit dim, but he didn't mind. He could see just fine in the dark. Mikaela liked to call it cozy. Chase liked to point out that the dark hid all the dirt real well.

Even after living in the place for a few years, Hound still felt his spark flutter occasionally when he let it sink in that he had a home. A real one. Traditionally, Cybertronians didn't own homes like humans did; most often, bots lived were they worked, sleeping in the dormitories that were supplied for them. It was an efficient way to live, always close to work and never having to pay rent. Privacy had been a little scarce, but then again, if someone wanted privacy bad enough, they'd find it elsewhere. Living below the Banes had been the first time Hound had ever had his own place that actually belonged to him, and he found that he loved it. He loved everything about it.

Even the humans that barged in at inordinate hours of the day and night for any given reason.

Speaking of which…

The human-sized door between his office and bedroom flew open and a tall, russet-skinned female stomped in. Her shirt was already pulled off and thrown to the floor and she was halfway through dragging off her scruffy jeans. Upon realizing that Hound was standing right in front of her, Chase stopped yanking off her pants and stared up at him. Hound stared back mildly, not sure what else to do with a half-naked human barging into his house.

"What are you doing?" Chase asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Shouldn't Ah be asking that?"

"Why? You're the one standing there staring at me like an idiot, Chase said.

"Because you're the one randomly coming down here and taking off all her clothes," Hound pointed out.

Chase made a face. "I'm not randomly taking off all my clothes. There's a reason." She then proceeded to finally step out of her jeans and toss them on the dirt floor. Her socks followed.

Hound arched an optic ridge. "Ah'd love ta hear the reason why you're stripping, then."

"Well, I'm definitely not doing it for your benefit or mine," Chase snorted, and then shivered. It was cold underground, and she was now standing around in a bra and underwear.

Hound took pity on the woman and picked her up, bringing her close to his armour so he could share his own heat. She was right, being naked did nothing for him or her; naked humans were not more attractive to him than clothed humans, and Chase standing around without her clothes was just asking for a cold. He exhaled a whoosh of hot air, making Chase's hair blow back. She laughed at that, leaning back in his palm.

"I'm down here because I wanted you to run me under the tap in your sink. I haven't had a shower in a day or two and I don't feel like going out in public today looking like a complete dirt-bag," the woman said.

"So you agreed to go to the movies?" Hound asked.

Chase shrugged. "Yeah, figured it'd be a nice thing to do."

"You're coming as mah date?" Hound wondered.

"That's negotiable," Chase said flatly.

"At least ya didn't say no," Hound said cheerfully, turning on his heel to head back into the washing room. "Tell meh why Ah gotta run under the tap when ya have your own shower in the house?"

That earned a disgusted snort as Chase began to strip the rest of her clothes. "Because Miles stole Mikaela's shower before she could stop him and then Mikaela stole mine before I could stop her." Her bra came off and she tossed it over the side of Hound's palm and then scratched the underside of her right breast. "And Raoul was using the shower in his loft, so you were pretty much my only hope."  

"Gee, Chase, that makes meh feel warm and fuzzy inside," Hound drawled, even as he switched on the taps in his sink and adjusted the water to a temperature his human wouldn't mind.

"Cry me river, Hound," Chase replied with a roll of her eyes. She shimmied out of her underwear and tossed them away like she did her bra, and they fluttered into the sink, instantly soaked. "Shit," she cursed, staring down at the sink. "I meant to put those back on after."

Hound fished them out with the tip of his finger and laid them over his towel rack. "Don't worry about it. Ya have a few pairs lying around mah room. Ya can wear one of those."

"Oh, right. Okay, so let's get this show on the road." She stood up and put her hands to her hips. "Dunk me already."

Doing as commanded, Hound shoved the human under the heavy fall of warm water. She stretched her arms up and turned in a circle to soak all sides of her evenly, and then started scrubbing at her hair and skin with her hands. Hound watched Chase wriggle around, but not out of interest in her nude body. He watched to make sure she didn't slip out of his palm and fall to her death in his sink.

"Ya want soap?" Hound asked.

"You only own car soap," Chase pointed out, garbling the words as water splashed into her mouth. She flipped her mass of knotty hair out of way and did one last quick scrub all over until she felt clean. The whole process from start to finish took less than five minutes. "Okay, I'm good."

Hound pulled her out and turned off the water, and then grabbed the towel he'd used earlier to dry himself off. Laying Chase at one end, he proceeded to roll the woman up like a burrito until she was completely lost in the white fluffiness. As gently as he could, rolled her around until he figured she was dry. Unrolling her from the towel, he set her on her feet and let her wring out her own hair. A small waterfall of excess water fell around her feet.

"You said I had panties here?" she said, staring up at him expectantly.

"Yeah." He scooped her up, keeping her close to a warm vent on his body so she didn't get chilled. They passed briefly through the hall into Hound's bedroom. The light flicked on, revealing dirt floors, dirt walls, a large metal slab elevated ten feet off the ground that served as Hound's berth. A large shelf lined one wall, its long, low top scattered with human affects. Hound held out a hand for Chase to slide to the shelf top, and then he began to poke around the piles of clothes left lying around from Chase's other previous stays. If Mikaela was staying the night with Sam on base, Chase usually stayed with Hound in his apartments rather than be alone in her house. When she went back upstairs in the morning, she didn't always take her clothes with her, hence the growing piles of mess everywhere.

"I've been looking for this shirt," Chase said, holding up a fairly nice long-sleeved green shirt.

"Ya should wear it. Green looks good on you," Hound suggested, smiling cheekily.

"I bet it does," Chase drawled. Nonetheless, she threw on a bra and shimmied into the shirt. "You find my underwear?"

"Here." A plain pair of purple underwear was held up. They were unexpectedly feminine, with a tiny crinkled frill around the waistband and a bow on the front. Hound didn't mind either way, but he couldn't help but smiling as he held out the pair. His smile immediately annoyed Chase as she whipped her underwear away.

"They were on sale in the store and I needed underwear. Don't judge me," said Chase as she yanked her purple underwear up her long legs. "Tell anyone I own purple underwear and I'll shove a broomstick up your exhaust pipe."

"Noted."

"Good."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Both Hound and Chase stared at the ceiling. A trickle of dirt fell. Hound revved.

"Ah believe that's our summons ta get moving," said the scout.

"No, really?" Chase snorted.

Before his human could scamper away upstairs, Hound grabbed her and trotted to the large elevator in his main room. He had to transform to fit into the lift, and he left Chase sitting on his hood as they went up. By the time the doors opened topside, opening up from the dusty shed that was disguised as Hound's secret entrance into his apartments, Mikaela was already in the yard waiting for them. Sam, Miles, and several familiar soldiers from base lounged unconcernedly at the patio set outside the backdoor of the Banes' house.

"What took you guys so long?" Mikaela huffed.

"They were probably doing inappropriate things to each other while we weren't looking," Miles said loudly for everyone to hear.

Chase opened her mouth to start a fight, but Hound cut in with a blare of his horn. He quickly ushered everyone into his cab, and those who didn't fit were herded into his back end. The Banes women sat in the front seats. Chase got the driver's seat. Mikaela sat in the passenger's. Hound contentedly bumped along, playing country over his speakers. He liked country music, especially Taylor Swift- most people would like her for her singing voice and lyrics. Hound liked her because she annoyed Chase the most.

By the time they all arrived in the human sector of base at the outdoor cinema, Hound had several boot prints in his dashboard. He wore his wounds proudly.

Several Cybertronians had already shown up for the movie marathon. The parking lot that the cinema screen overlooked was ordered by size. Smaller Cybertronians could sit nearer the front, which gave Blaster the best seat in the house as he set up with his lawn chair, cubes of high-grade and a box full of energon goodies. Larger ones like Hound had to sit at the back or risk having popcorn thrown them. Other Autobots present included Trailbreaker and Pathfinder, Bluestreak, Sideswipe, Bumblebee, and Arcee. It was not just Hound who held a fascination for Earth cultures, although he was one of the few who held a specific Indiana Jones fetish.

Mikaela quickly dismounted from Hound and turned around to lay a kiss to his window before he transformed. "Thanks for driving us in, Hound. You're the best!"

Hound came to his feet with a broad smile stretching his faceplate. "Any time."

"Oh, Hound!" Sideswipe called in a horrible imitation of Mikaela's voice. "You're so wonderful, Hound! I love you, Hound!"

Laughter erupted in the parking lot.

"Shut your trap!" Hound snapped, pouting. "Ah'm allowed ta do nice things, ya know!"

"You're also allowed to say the word 'no' once in a while," Trailbreaker pointed out, snickering.

The scout whined, appealing to Chase for defence. "Tell them Ah say no! Ah say no all the time!"

The human woman stared up at him, one dark brow arching slowly. "You're so whipped."

Hound pouted. "You're mah date, aren't ya? You're supposed ta defend me."

"I didn't know hell froze over," Chase replied with an indiscreet snort.

"Movie's starting!" Blaster announced, instantly quieting everyone.

Hound sat down, getting as comfortable as he could on the hard ground. He looked to the side and felt his spark sink a little when Chase moved away from him. She found a spot near the front of the parking lot sitting close to Blaster. The little mircobot transmitted sound from the movie through his own personal speakers, so she had a perfect set up. Hound sagged, but knew better than to be overly disappointed. He might live with the Banes, and he might call them his, but Chase was never going to be his.

His only date tonight was with Indiana Jones, which he told himself was enough.

Halfway through Raiders of the Lost Ark, he felt a soft brush against his hand. Looking down, he saw that Chase had changed her seating arrangements. Without saying a word, he picked her up and set her on his shoulder, letting her squirm around until she was comfortable.

"What changed your mind?" he asked quietly.

"I'm your date, aren't I?" Chase whispered back, smirking just a little. She looked left, then looked right, making sure no one had their eyes or optics turned their way. Then she leaned in and kissed Hound on the side of his faceplate. "Mikaela's right, you know? You are the best."

"You're not so bad yourself," Hound replied contentedly, tilting his head to nudge her affectionately. It was a peaceful night, good movies were playing, and his human was close.

It was one of the best dates Hound had ever been on.
This is just a fun little piece I decided to randomly write because I wanted to. :)

Not much for plot or anything. Just random day in the life of Hound living with the Banes. ^_^





Hound and all the other Transformers crap mentioned (c) HasTak
Chase Banes and elements unique to the WE storyline (c) :iconthornqueen:
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LotteBubbles's avatar
Why is there no comment from me on this....I'm CONFUSEDDD

Oh my lordy, he's adorable, she's...well I'd say adorable but Chase scares me so I won't say it directly-but she is when she lets her guard down:happybounce:

Can I get Hound to gimmie a bath? Pleasseee I don't even mind car soap:XD: But that was adorable(I keep coming back to adorable) It's nice when these moments sneak in with them-they're too bloody hard headed otherwise-well maybe Chase is, Hound is too nice(not that I'd ever complain about that)

He is whipped though*snicker*