Waiting

Sometime in October 2013:
Lifting the corn head as he came to the end of the row, Combiner drove over to the semi. Extending his auger to empty his hopper.
Watching as the farmer came around and climbed up the ladder by his front tire, "We're done for today." The bot just honked his horn in response. Retracting his auger as the semi drove away. He didn't intend to move until they came back tomorrow. Didn't even want to transform. All that would do was dislodge any corn kernels or stalks he had jammed in his armor, probably sliding even further into his armor.
   He sighed, wondering what his family was doing. Scailon said he was going to train, when they'd parted on cybertron. Tria... There was a good chance she was dead. She'd gone missing on her mission, and no one had seen her since.
   Combiner let his corn head lower to the ground as he watched the sunset. And he wondered. What would he be doing next year?


One Year Later

Combiner roared through the last row, picking up his head to soon and leaving 3 plants in each of the eight rows he was harvesting, 24 unfortunate corn plants mangled. He could see the farmers son face-palm across the pasture.
   Going faster than he should have he braked hard to stop by the semi. Making his back wheels come off the ground a few inches.
   Extending his auger, he started dumping the corn he'd harvested. Only to find out he'd gotten to close to the semi and some of the corn was hitting the side and bouncing out. The farmer didn't exactly look pleased.

   After most of the corn was in the semi he transformed. Shaking like a dog, all sorts of corn crud, and even some stray soybeans, flung everywhere. He heard the farmer cuss as a chunk of corncob hit him in the head, "I didn't say we were done!"
Bin  pointed his thumb at his chest, "I did though. I'm not a slave, and you can't exactly do anything without a combine now can you? No? Then we're done." He flopped down on his butt, crossing his arms over his chest.
The farmer cussed like crazy, but climbed in the semi with his son and drove off.
   Sighing he flopped onto his back, watching the clouds.
Sitting up and looking down the road, he wondered if he could go see his sister and Sky and still be back in time tomorrow.
   He shrugged, "Eh, what the heck," Standing up and running off down the road.

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Last year, versus this year. Lonely then fun-loving joker.

Without meeting Sky and Hijack, Tria and Combiner wouldn't be half as interesting as they are now.
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Something I wrote a while back. Maybe a month or so ago. I like toying around with how much Bin's changed, from when he was a minicon, to the first while he was in his new frame, and then after he found Tria back.

He's kinda had the sharp edges worn off of him. He's still a jerk and an asshole at times, but he doesn't joke around quite as much. And he's there if you really need him.

Combiner is mine. The combine in the picture is my Dad's boss's. Tria and Scailon are mine.

Mentions of Sky and Hijack,