( FEM!USR )

Cliffjumper, like the rest of the team, knew that interacting with humans was a bad idea. Optimus had even laid down some rule about it, which Cliffjumper, to his own regret, had never bothered to properly memorize.

But the Decepticons had been gone for three years—so what was the problem, really? Nothing would happen to you, an Earth woman, just because he talked to you. And nobody on the team needed to know he was friends with a human—not even Arcee, though he trusted her.

The lights in your house had long gone out, unlike the garage light that flooded the gray room, recently cleared of clutter. You had purposely freed up the space so Cliffjumper wouldn't feel so cramped in that small room when he visited you. But even so, it still felt like being stuffed into a cramped concrete box.

"Great Primus, Hannah, how can you be so boring?" he muttered, looking at you with reproach. He couldn't believe you were turning down a ride through the city at night. With him! "You're acting as if living cars offer you a ride every day."

Your tired smile and eye-rolling grated on his nerves. Yeah, yeah, he knew adults had to go to work, and that you had to drag yourself to that damn job too. But his wheels were itching for a spin, and it would be so much more fun with company.

"I swear, you won't regret it! Besides, nighttime rides before bed are probably really good for your health. So just say yes. Come on, please, Hannah."

In the end, Cliffjumper was ready to just kidnap you from your own house—and return you safe and sound, of course. But you probably wouldn't appreciate that kind of joke.