The Transformers Meet the Archies

Epilogue

by Phantom (phantom1313 at tfrid dot com)

This story is a continuation of The Transformers Meet the Archies, written by Anubis Soundwave (Janell Clark)(acsound at hotmail dot com), which is archived at Suzanne's Fanfic Page. The original concept and human characters are credited to her. I humbly offer this as a continuation.

Chapter Five

Terry pulled the car into the driveway. Everyone stepped out and headed inside the house. Allie smothered a yawn as her husband turned to address them.

"We've got a lot of things to pack up before we leave tomorrow," he told them. "We should start now, so that we will not have as much to do tomorrow." Terry, Buzz, and Allie nodded. They scattered to various rooms of the house to begin packing. Luckily, the house had come fully furnished, and they were leaving the furniture behind for the next residents.

After an hour, Mr. Primrose decided that he had accomplished enough for the night. He found Terry and Buzz in the living room. Buzz had finished packing up most of the dishes in the kitchen, except for the ones that would be used for the next day's breakfast, and had decided to help Terry out. "That's enough for now," Mr. Primrose told them. "We can finish up tomorrow."

Buzz nodded, yawning behind his hand. "I'm beat," he confessed.

"Do either of you know where Allie is?" he asked.

Terry replied, "Last time I saw her, she was packing up the towels and sheets from the linen closet."

"She's not there now." Mr. Primrose could see the closet at the top of the stairs. There were several boxes stacked on the floor, but no sign of his wife.

"Don't worry, Mr. Primrose," Terry said reassuringly. "She's not the type to wander off. We'll find her."

"I'll search down here, you and Buzz look upstairs," Mr. Primrose ordered, a slight note of worry creeping into his voice.

Terry and Buzz hurried up the stairs. Terry headed off towards the master bedroom, and Buzz went towards his and Terry's rooms.

Terry emerged from the master bedroom, a large smile on his face. "I found her!" he whispered loudly.

Buzz emerged from his room as Mr. Primrose appeared at the top of the steps. "Why are you whispering?" Buzz replied.

Terry's smile grew. "Come here and see!"

Mr. Primrose hurried up the steps, and he and Bumblebee followed Terry to the master bedroom. "There!" Terry pointed to the king-size bed.

On one side of the bed lay Allie, slightly smiling in her sleep. "What is she doing in here?" he wondered out loud.

Terry choked back a giggle. "She was exhausted from all of today's excitement. She probably wandered away to find a place to sleep. She guessed that this bedroom was yours, since it is the largest, and curled up to take a nap."

Mr. Primrose nodded. "I guess I could spend the night on the sofa. It would be an uncomfortable fit, but I think I can manage."

"Oh no you don't!" Terry blocked his path out of the room. "You married her, and now you are going to share the bed like a married couple! She was obviously expecting you; she left one side of the bed for you. She's going to be hurt if she finds out that you decided to sleep on the sofa instead of holding her like a husband should. What if she wakes up in the middle of the night and is afraid? It's your duty to sleep here tonight." Terry knew that his leader was big on duty, and it couldn't hurt to make him feel guilty about shirking his duty.

Mr. Primrose raised his hand to his mouth, covering an enormous yawn. "I'm too tired to argue. Okay, I'll share the bed with her. But I'm going to behave myself! Just don't spread this around headquarters, okay?"

Buzz and Terry nodded. They left Mr. Primrose and went to their rooms. Mr. Primrose shook his head as they left. He didn't mind sharing the bed with his wife, it was the fact that he wasn't supposed to behave improperly in front of his troops. In his book, simply sharing a bed fell into the improper category. But right now he was just too exhausted to think about it. He knew that Buzz and Terry understood.

He finished getting ready and approached the bed with trepidation. He eased back the covers and climbed into bed softly, being careful not to disturb his sleeping wife. He smoothed back her blonde hair and kissed her on the forehead. He smothered another yawn. The day's events had drained him. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The next day, Mr. Primrose awoke to a slight pressure on his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw Allie standing above him, smiling. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" she chirped.

"G'mornin'," he murmured, sitting up. She smoothed his tousled hair.

"I'm glad to see that Buzz and Terry talked you out of abandoning me last night," she told him.

His mouth dropped open. "I thought you were asleep!"

She giggled. "I was! But I know you. You'd rather have a stiff neck all day than do anything that might be considered improper. You're such a gentleman."

Mr. Primrose shook his head. "I was so exhausted last night. I should have realized that you were tired, too."

Allie grinned mischievously. "You snore!" she informed him.

"I do?" he replied in surprise. "Hey, wait a minute! You told me you were asleep!"

"I was!" she replied. "But I woke up in the middle of the night after a horrible nightmare involving Ron and Star. Your snoring wasn't loud at all; it was rather soft and soothing. I hugged you and fell right back to sleep. Come to think of it, I heard you muttering some command codes in your sleep."

"Oh, no!" he looked absolutely horrified. "This is a horrible breach of security! I hope I don't do that in robot form too!"

Allie burst out laughing. "Got you!"

Comprehension dawned in his eyes. "Why, you little....!" he yelled, throwing a pillow. She laughed as it bounced off her and hit the floor.

Allie smiled at him affectionately. "You know, you have a very cute smile. I don't get to see the bottom half of your face, since it's always covered by that mask. I can tell when you're smiling, but it's nice to actually see it."

She sniffed the air. "Whatever's cooking down there, it smells good! You'd better hurry up and get ready, or I'll eat it all!" She scurried out the door as another pillow came sailing after her. Mr. Primrose shook his head and began to get ready to face the day.

"Good morning, Mom!" Buzz greeted her as she entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, son," she replied, enjoying her role as a mother. "What's for breakfast?"

"Bacon and waffles," Terry announced from his station at the stove. He brought over a platter full of food and set it on the table. "Bon appetit!" His French was still good, even though he hadn't won the competition.

"Good morning, everybody," Mr. Primrose said cheerfully as he entered the room. "I'm starving!" Terry passed him a plate, and he loaded on some waffles and bacon.

"Tim snores," Allie said conversationally. Her husband nearly choked on a piece of waffle.

"Really?" Terry asked in interest.

"Hush, Allie," Mr. Primrose said, frowning.

Allie would not be silenced so easily. "And he sort of sighs in his sleep too. It's so adorable."

"That does it!" Mr. Primrose exclaimed. He jumped out of his chair. Allie saw him coming and tried to escape, but he caught her. She squealed as he tickled her ribs, pleading for mercy.

"Will you stop embarrassing me and let me eat?" Tim asked her, increasing his tickling barrage.

"Yes...yes...please stop!" she gasped in between giggles. Mr. Primrose released her. He turned to see Buzz and Terry watching the scene with great interest.

"You're food is getting cold," he pointed out in a slightly threatening tone. All three hastily turned to their food.

After breakfast, Buzz came up to his father, who was washing the dishes while Terry and Allie searched for a good television program to watch.

"Dad?" he said hesitantly.

"Yes, Buzz?" Mr. Primrose replied.

"Uh...I noticed the way Mom was teasing you today. Does that happen when you're in love?"

Mr. Primrose let out a sigh. "Yes, it does, to my chagrin. Bumblebee, love is a mixture of many emotions. Exasperation and embarrassment are two of these emotions. The woman that you love will find many ways to tease you and embarrass you. She'll also steal the covers."

Buzz looked thoughtful. "Is love worth it?"

Mr. Primrose took on a dreamy look. "It's worth every moment!"

Allie entered the room. "Are you talking about me again?" she asked her husband.

"As ever, my dear," he teased her back. She kissed him on the cheek. He continued, "I notice that you've shown up just when I finished the dishes."

"Guilty as charged!" she admitted. "So, what do we do now?"

Mr. Primrose replied, "We still have a few things to pack up. I suggest we get working." He dried his hands on a towel and began to stack the plates.

Since the Autobots had not needed to bring very much with them, besides linens and plates and some other necessities, it did not take them very long to pack up the rest of their belongings. They took the full boxes outside and piled them by the curb.

"Is anyone watching?" Mr. Primrose asked.

Everyone looked around the neighborhood. "No," Terry confirmed.

Mr. Primrose reached into his private subspace pocket and withdrew his trailer portion. "This should save us some time. We won't have to drive the trailer back with us, since I can put it back into subspace when we're done." The Autobots speedily loaded the trailer. Mr. Primrose gave the command to return it to subspace.

"We said our goodbyes to the gang last night, so they won't be coming down here today," said Terry.

"I'm gonna miss them," Buzz said thoughtfully.

"We'll all miss this town," Mr. Primrose sighed. "Okay, that's everything. We're all ready to go."

They each took a long last look around them. Each of their thoughts dwelled on the happy times that they had experienced in this charming town. But now the time had come to say goodbye.

They all headed for Roller. Mr. Primrose helped Allie into the back seat, then climbed in next to her. Buzz occupied the passenger seat.

Terry was speechless. Prime was trusting him with Roller, even though he knew the way back himself! Prime had been very picky before about letting him drive the component, so why was his leader being so generous now?

Mr. Primrose gazed at Terry calmly. "I'd like to spend as much time with my wife as possible. I can't concentrate on her if I'm controlling Roller. If you don't want to drive, however--"

"Stop right there!" Terry laughed. He scrambled into the driver's seat. He wasn't about to lose his last chance to drive escape him! Once Prime had surrendered control of the vehicle, Terry started the car and pulled out of the driveway. He cranked up the stereo, being careful not to blast the music too loud and anger Mr. Primrose.

Everyone let out a small sigh as Terry drove away from the house. They would all miss the times that they had experienced in Riverdale. However, their experiences would live on in their memories. Their civil relations with the Decepticons had given them new hope for the future.

Terry jumped slightly as Buzz nudged him. "Look in the back seat," he said with a smile.

Terry glanced in the rearview mirror. He shook his head in amusement. In the back seat, Mr. and Mrs. Primrose were making out like teenagers. Terry and Buzz shared a smile as they drove back to Autobot headquarters.

end of Chapter Five

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