Happy Birthday, Sanjuno

[rosieknight]

Title: Universal Constant
Rating: G
Characters: Starscream, Judy, mentions of a youngling, Sam, and Ron
Disclaimer: Not mine, of course.

Note: For sanjuno's birthday.



"Put that down! You don't know where it's been, youngling!"

Fighting back a laugh at the absurdity of hearing such a familiar phrase from an alien race, Judy Witwicky straightened her shoulders and summoned the glib courage of her family. "Children. No matter the species, somethings never change. Like the desire for kids to age their parents before their time."

Trying to hide her unease at the red eyes staring at her, she continued, "I bet ever parent in the universe has stories about the stupid things their offspring have done or of underhanded tactics that work so very well."

The silver, triangular robot smirked and reached down into her enclosure. "Oh? Do tell."

'What was his name again? Screamer? Sunyeller? Stellarholler? Starscream? Something that began with an 'S" anyway,' Judy thought as she cautiously stepped into his claws.

"Well, where do you want me to start? Stupid things Sam's done or sneaky tactics that work very well?"

Silver Robot set her on the table, near her enclosure and far from Ron's. "Samuel's actions. That sounds... potentially profitable."

Frowning, Judy thought aloud. "Well, there's the time he got into my makeup when he was 2, but I hear that's pretty normal. Hmm... There's the time he got in to Grandpa Indy's - Sam's great-grandfather - poison dart collection and decided to 'decorate' his birthday cake with it." A smile tugged at her lips. "The guests couldn't understand why they weren't allowed to eat that cake."

Judy continued, "Then there's the adventures of the fertility statue." Pausing, she added, "You really don't want to know where that's been. Even Dad won't touch it anymore, and he's the one excavated it!"

Silver Robot made an odd electronic sound, like a modem playing musical scales. "I see. I find it hard to believe there's anything effective against such... processing weakness."

"You'd be surprised what a few well-chosen demonstrations of the consequences of unwanted behavior can do."

A silver claw twitched, stopping just short of the table. "Oh?"

Judy nodded, keeping a careful watch on Silver Robot's claws. "Here's a recent example. When Ron and I were helping Sam move into his dorm, I noticed a group of students selling 'herbal' brownies. Now, I grew up in the 1960s. I know what 'herbal' brownies really are. Since I didn't want Sam to get mixed up with groups that sell 'herbal' brownies, I bought a bag, threw most of the brownies into the trash, and pretended I'd eaten some." A laugh escaped her as she commented, "In my family, we've found that having the parents demonstrate the negative consequences of actions works very well with our kids."

"How well does it work on commanders?"

She blinked. "Commanders? I don't know. I've never tried," admitted Judy.

"Somebody must. For science!" Silver Robot practically crowed. "Stay here," he ordered, depositing Judy into a enclosure, "I have an experiment to conduct!"

Judy sighed as the robot retreated, pensive. 'I still hadn't found a way to escape or warn Sam. And who knows what's happening to Ron...'

"Judy?" interrupted a familiar voice.

"Ron!" As she embraced her husband, Judy mused, 'Maybe things are finally starting to look up.'

Comments

[sanjuno.livejournal.com]

*gigglesnort* This is wonderful. XD I can see it right fitting in between the scenes in RotF. *glees and rolls in the fic* Thanks hun! I love it! ♥♥♥