[rd][fic][Transformers Bayverse] Washer & Dryer

[sakon76]

Washer & Dryer
by K. Stonham
prereleased 22nd September 2011

Judy picked mutely through the detrius of her son's room. Oh, Sam might bitch and moan about his privacy being invaded, but she'd certainly never heard any complaints about his dirty underwear being returned to him, clean, dry, and neatly folded!

Dropping the last set of jeans atop the mound in her laundry basket, she made her way downstairs, pausing to look out the bay window into the backyard, where her son was enthusiastically washing and waxing the alien robot that was masquerading as his Camaro.

She pursed her lips.

Judy wasn't exactly thrilled about the whole aliens thing, but at least Bumblebee seemed innocuous. (Here she mentally snorted to herself; the sixteen-foot metal alien was a creampuff only in comparison to that black cannon-toting menace Captain Lennox had taken a shine to! Though Judy had rather admired the Autobot medic's acerbic wit and biting tongue. Ratchet, she thought, would have made an excellent parent.) Still, Bumblebee seemed entirely devoted to Sam and Mikaela's safety, and that put him in Judy's good graces for the time being. As long as he kept out of her flowerbeds.

Turning, she headed toward the laundry room and there sorted clothing into piles of light and dark. She hesitated over Sam's shirt and the jeans that he'd worn during that horrible battle in downtown Las Vegas. They were ripped to shreds, but teenage boys were weird about things like that, and he'd probably pitch a fit if she just threw them away. Sighing, Judy tossed them into the washer, followed by his hoodie, closed the door, poured in the detergent, and pressed start. She wandered away to make lunch, pondering for the umpteenth time if there was any way she could contrive to destroy Ron's worn and stained "lucky" high school jersey. It hadn't fit him for years, no matter what he thought. Maybe if she made it into a pillow...?

Like father, like son, she thought, closing the door to the laundry room and opening the one to the refrigerator.

*

After a moment of the hissing spray of water, the washer gave a slow wrluug as its basket turned over for the first time, spilling clothing into warm soapy water. And another. And another, as it picked up speed.

Generally, wet clothing doesn't possess a great amount of static electricity, so it must have been another type of energy that crackled blue through the metal and plastic and glass. It emanated from one of the pieces of clothing, a soiled brown jersey on whose threads had snagged a small shard of alien metal that was more than met the eye.

Miniature lightning arcs licked through and around the washer and its neighboring companion the dryer until, abruptly, the washer stopped.

And stood up.

Blinking new-crafted optics, it looked around the small white room, then at the the squat dryer standing next to it.

It gave the square shape a shove. "Hey, wake up, bro!" the washer ordered.

The dryer transformed.

*

Applying mustard to slices of bread, Judy frowned. The washer noise had stopped. Was something wrong?

She stepped fast to the laundry room--she did not want a repeat of the old, leaky washer flooding the floor!--and opened the door.

After a moment looking at the arguing, tussling robots (who completely ignored her) on the other side, she quietly closed the door again.

Very, very calmly, she walked to the patio door. She kept a smile firmly plastered on her face all the way as she went outside and looked at the teenage boy and his now gleaming muscle car.

Consorting with aliens and their leaders. For just an instant she let herself be so proud of her baby boy.

Then she remembered the scene in her laundry room.

"SAMUEL JAMES WITWICKY!"

He flinched and stared at her wide-eyed.

"You will get those aliens OUT of my washing room, and you will contact your friends in the military to take them away, and they will replace my washer and dryer with new ones, and in the meantime you will rescue my laundry!"

*~*~*

Author's Note: Because, really, it never made sense to me that Sam (or more especially, Judy) would not have washed that garment in the two years between movie one and RotF. And if you think the washer and dryer turned into Skids and Mudflap, well, you would be correct.

Comments

[katsuko]

I already like Skids and Mudflap (and am probably only one of three people in the world who actually means that), but this makes me like 'em even more. Somehow I get the feeling that if Judy had gone into "momma mode" on them, they would have listened.

...if I ever get back to writing those crack fics I've been playing with, I'll have to work that in.

[dragondancer515.livejournal.com]

Somehow I get the feeling that if Judy had gone into "momma mode" on them, they would have listened.

LOL I think I agree. XD

[dragondancer515.livejournal.com]

*DIES LAUGHING!!!!* OMG that's PERFECT!

[cmdrtekk.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the laugh. :)

[silvanna.livejournal.com]

Omg. xD I loved this. This is so perfect. It really gives them a bit more of a comical air.

[femme4jack.livejournal.com]

Best backstory ever!!! I love this, and you are right - a mom would never let that shirt go unwashed :)

[cazcatharsis.livejournal.com]

LMAO as soon as I read Judy washing that hoodie, i had a mental 'ohshit' moment. haha. How appropriate, them being those twins. :D

[tochira.livejournal.com]

This? Is part of my headcanon now. XD; Perfect! (Super bonus points for Judy's POV; I loved her in the first movie.)

[tainry.livejournal.com]

ICON LOVE!

[ytak.livejournal.com]

Congratulations, you've made me cough from laughing so hard. It fits all too well.

[mimi-sardinia.livejournal.com]

They probably only took those names after getting larger bodies that could turn into cars.

[animelover1993.livejournal.com]

Almost sprayed my wonderful POS laptop with coffee I was laughing so hard.
This is sooo head-cannon.
Great read. THANKS!! XD

[aughoti (from livejournal.com)]

Hah! This works far too well!

[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

I forgot to tell you how much I loved this idea and laughed until my tummy hurt. Judy is awesome and doesn't get used nearly often enough - she's terrific here!

[tainry.livejournal.com]

BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Yes.
Because that hoodie, as he was taking it out of the closet, DID look like it had been washed. And...how could this NOT have happened????? XDDDD