A/N: Hi Guys! I am into Transformers fic recently and got inspired by several good stories, so I decided to write my own one! this is my first attempt to write a fanfic so reviews are welcome!
I do not own anything from Transformers. (except my OCs)
Chapter 1 The Funeral
The rain was pouring from the grey sky.
The raindrop sounds mixed with the mournful tune of taps as quiet sobbing echoed the Airlington National Cemetery.
Irene Valerie Madison did not hear anything. She felt numb. Pain. Sorrow. Empty. Her empty eyes followed one of the flag-draped caskets toward the grave site.
Irene closed her eyes. How much she wished this was only a dream. A nightmare. Her comrades. Her commander. And her fiancé.. Josh. All gone. In a blink of moment.
Joshua Goodwin.. he was her instructor, comrade and light of her life. One month ago, he proposed to her and Irene was the happiest woman in the world.
Until a mission at the Mission City destroyed everything.
A roar snapped her back into the real world. She looked up and saw one jet abruptly pulled away from the V-shape flying jet. The Missing Man Formation.
And then she broke.
She rushed to the casket with Josh's body and collapsed on it. Hot tears streaming on her face mixed with the cool raindrops as she clutched on the casket. Josh was gone. She would never listen to his deep, soft baritone laugh, embrace in his warm, firm chest, or lose in his bright, welcoming chocolate brown eyes..again.
A firm yet gentle hand pulled her up. She heard a stern voice. "Lieutenant Madison, go back to your position." She lifted her head and saw her father, retired Colonel Madison with a stern face.
Irene stood up as Alyssa Case, one of her comrades, helped her up and walked back to where their squadron stood. They did not say anything on their way back. Irene stared blankly at the sky as she wished again it was a dream.
"Irene? The ceremony is over. Let's go."
She snapped back into reality as several of her comrades including Alyssa watched her with concern.
"I'm… fine. Let's move."
The surviving members of the squadron walked in silence while walking towards the parking lot. Irene glanced back into the cemetery. Her heart started to ache again when she gazed the newfound gravestones. Someone pulled her shoulder from the back.
"You will catch a cold if you stay in the rain." It was her father again. Irene turned around and met her father's grey eyes. She saw a hint of sorrow in his usual calm, stern gaze. She signed and stepped out of the gate with her father's arm on her shoulder.
Neither of them talked as they headed to Pentagon in her father's black Sonata. Irene pressed her forehead at the cold surface of the passenger window. She closed her eyes and tried to erase the memory of the tragic day…