A/N – I do not own transformers, I only own my OC's, the plot, and the story.
Summary: Juliet is a young girl who was abandoned in a corn field and found by Ironhide after an investigation dealing with murder. Will the Autobots approve of Ironhide and Will's covet? Or will the humans take her away?
Rating: "T" but it may bump up to "M". This story contains foul language, gore, and possible sexual themes (but it is unlikely).
Warnings: My character is not a Mary-sue; she is not related to any of the Transformer characters, except for Will and Ironhide, and you'll see why. No, there is no slash. Juliet is a normal human girl, so she doesn't have any powers or bonding with the Allspark and such. And since I don't really know Sarah's personality, you will see what I do with her later this chapter. Yes, Annabelle will be in this story. Also, if I make any typos or you think I have too many run-on sentences, please let me know. No flames or harsh reviews, please.
Enjoy.
Quiet Reverence
Chapter one
Written by Wrath of an Aerow
Juliet Everett couldn't gather in her mind on what was happening, since so many unrealistic scenarios played all together at once.
She had woken up to a glass-shattering scream. The kind you really only heard in horror films, and Juliet could feel her heart stop when her soft blue eyes flicked open. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was, saying that she had just woken from a dream. Her slim fingers curled around her blanket as she stared at the ceiling. She was safe and inside her room, the tick of the clock on her wall the only sound penetrating her eardrums. It had been a dream, and she tried to reassure herself that it was. After her heart rate started to calm down, a very loud shattering of glass fell in the hallway beyond her door, causing the six year old to shoot up in her bed. Her soft blue eyes were wide and her thin frame shaking slightly.
Making up her mind and curiosity catching the cat, she slowly and warily climbed out of her bed. Her bare feet touched the white carpet, which would hopefully muffle her footsteps if they needed to be. Juliet wore a simple baggy white shirt and short black exercise shorts. Her black hair was long and smooth, parting in the middle of her forehead and cascading down to the end of her ribcage. Juliet had tan skin, and she either originated from older Indian tribes or Mexico; it wasn't certain to really anybody. She was slim and a little short for her age, but that came in handy for sneaking; and that's what she was doing now.
The six year old carefully put her slim fingers around the silver knob and slowly opened the door, looking into the dimly lit hallway. She saw one of the few glass vases that her mother liked to put lilies in shattered all over the floor. Juliet popped her head out of her room and examined around, seeing what she thought was nothing. Seeing that the coast was clear, she stepped out of her room fully and started to venture down the hall that did not have glass thrown astray on its wooden flooring. Her thin arms crossed over her torso in slight nervousness and could feel a cold, dead presence fitting itself on her shoulders.
As she rounded another corner, she stopped dead in her tracks.
A man dressed all in black was rummaging through a vanity at the end of the hallway.
Knowing immediately that this wasn't and couldn't be her mother nor her father, she slowly tried to hide behind the corner so she wouldn't be spotted. But it was too late. The mad dressed all in black looked up for a split second and saw the Indian-colored girl at the corner and whipped around. He looked completely shocked; as if he wasn't aware that a little girl was in the house as well.
The man said nothing, but Juliet could tell he wasn't a nice man, and he wasn't supposed to be here.
Making up a decision on a dime, she turned tail and ran as fast as her legs could take her down the hall. Forgetting of the glass, she ran over it, yelped, and slipped. A sharp pain was coming from her feet and she saw blood starting to make little vine-like patterns down the creases of her foot.
The stranger rounded the corner as well, and saw the little six year old on the ground, tears forming in her eyes. He easily walked through the glass; the shards crunching beneath his combat boots. The man then kneeled down, his elbows resting on his knees.
"You alright, kido?" the man asked, trying to seem as if nothing wrong had happen.
Juliet said nothing as she sat up and scooted herself to the wall opposite of the stranger.
The man sighed, he had an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. "Look, little girl, I've got to go, and your father wants you to come with me. So if you'd come with me, I can take you somewhere safe."
It was obvious to the man that he was lying, but what else was he supposed to do with a little girl? Tell her that she was going to be abducted? No, that'd cause even more trouble, and the cops were already bound to be on their way by now since the alarm system had long since told him that the local authorities were on the way.
Without her consent, he made a grab for her and slung her easily over his shoulder, and she simply screamed. She banged her fists against his back and shrieked. "Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY!"
The man said nothing, but he tightened his grip around the squirming girl so she wouldn't fall.
"MOMMY!" she screamed, tears running down her cheeks.
The man had to shut this girl up, but then realized that they lived on a farm, and the nearest house was about a mile or so away. He'd be just fine. Quickly cantering down the wooden stairs (being careful not to slip), he scooped up a black bag at the base of the stairs and hurried out of the home with the screaming girl.
Once outside and about fifteen feet away, the stranger sat Juliet down on the wet, dewy grass and sauntered back to the two story farm house. Juliet saw a light coming from his hand that immediately struck her as fire. Before she could say anything, before any more tears could waterfall down her cheeks, the man went to the wide open door and flung three matches in the house. Juliet didn't see it happen, but he had poured gasoline on both floors of the house, and the fire was crawling all over the wooden floors and up the furniture. The fire licked at the rails at the staircase and engulfed the plants her mother took care of so frequently.
Suddenly, Juliet had no idea what to do, and she just sat there, the fire inside reflecting in her soft blue eyes that were still watery.
The burglar then came back, smiling triumphantly and then looked down at the girl. "You don't tell no one about this, do you understand?"
She didn't reply to his inquiry, but she brought up a topic that was nagging her brain the most; "My mommy and daddy are in there!"
He shook his head, "No, no their not-"
"Yes they are! They're sleeping! We've got to go wake them up!" she yelled.
His jaw tightened, "Come with me, you little brat."
Before she could flinch away or even move, he seized her by the forearm and yanked her to her feet. His grip was tight, and it hurt her arm, and she tried to pry his fingers off of her, but she couldn't. The stranger dragged her into the corn field at the back of the house, seeing red and white flashing lights in the distance.
"Shit!" he cursed loudly and rand into the corn field with her. Approximately fifteen seconds later, he pushed her to the ground and fled back to the entrance to the field to get a close look to where the cops would be.
Juliet's feet stung and ached uncontrollably and she screamed, "HELP!"
Suddenly, a gunshot was fired and her heart stopped. Not even five seconds later, more shots aroused and then finally ceased.
Feeling as though the horrible sounds had stopped for good, she again yelled as loud as she could: "HELP! MOMMY! DADDY!"
"Ironhide! Go to the cornfield! I think there's a survivor!" shouted a muffled voice.
"Will-do," said another one, but this one was deeper and gruffer.
Juliet shivered as a breeze caressed the back of her neck and hugged her knees to her chest, careful not to rub anything against her screaming foot.
A few moments later, she heard loud, wide-spread footsteps getting closer and closer to where she resided.
Then, out of the blue, two bright blue lights looked down at her from at least twenty or so feet in the air. Juliet could dimly make out some of the silver in his armor, but otherwise, she couldn't see much of anything.
The entity examined the little girl and turned his head, "Will! Get your aft over here!" He then looked back at the little girl and knelt down slowly. She shied away just a little bit, but despite its massive build, she had a feeling it didn't want to harm her like the man did.
The owner of those bright blue, mechanical eyes then asked softly in his gruff, hardened voice: "Are you all right, little one?" He could see some traces of blood on her feet and her elbow, but she didn't show she was in pain; just sad and confused.
Without saying a word, Juliet shook her head, some of her pitch-black hair hanging in her eyes.
"Can you tell me what is wrong?" he asked again, being patient.
Blinking, she looked up. "My mommy and daddy are in the house, where the man set it on fire…."
His optics flicked for a moment, as if blinking. Then, an all-new man shoved through the corn stalk. His gaze fell on Juliet, and he looked completely shocked. He had black, spiked hair and slightly sun-burnt skin with pale blue eyes. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans with hiking boots. "Dear God…" he murmured and slowly walked to the little girl.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he saw a silvery tear crawl down her cheek. This girl had to only five or six…why was she out in the corn all alone? Since his eyesight was as perfect as his guardians', he didn't see the blood on her foot, but could make out her face and frame from Ironhide's optic light.
"Where's my mom and dad?" she choked to the man.
He came over and rested on one knee, "We can talk about that later, sweetheart. Can you tell me your name?"
After a few seconds, she whispered, "Juliet."
"It's very nice to meet you, Juliet, my name's Will. Well, Juliet, are you willing to come with my friend and I? I promise, we won't hurt you and we can talk about your parents when we get where we're going." After Juliet nodded, Will nodded up to his friend. "This is Ironhide; he'll take you out of here. I have to get going and help the others, okay?"
She nodded and Will came over and scooped up the little girl. Ironhide laid out his giant servo and sat Juliet in his palm. Ironhide carefully curled his digits around her so she wouldn't fall, and raised her up from Will Lennox's level and up twenty feet in the air. The Autobot stood a tall twenty-six human feet tall, and Juliet saw how far she was from the ground. Sure, she felt a little worried that she was high up in the air with a robot-like being holding her, but that was the least of her worries.
All that Juliet wanted was to get her parents out of the house.
She looked over and saw people throwing buckets of water and hoses were running into the house, spraying down the flames. A few men were running into the house with yellow suits.
"It'll be okay," Ironhide suddenly said, making Juliet jump slightly. She grabbed his thumb and looked up at him. Since the fire's orange hue casted a long glow, she could see more of Ironhide's face. Juliet inwardly noted that he had a squashed nose.
She sniffed, "Are the people in yellow suits going to help my mom and dad?"
He nodded, though he himself was not sure, since they had not reacted to the flames nor were they aware to this human sparkling out by herself. "Yes. I'm sure of it. Now, little one, how did you get out here?"
He began to walk slowly, so he wouldn't drop her, but Juliet wrapped her arms around Ironhide's metallic thumb in comfort. Her slim legs hung off the side of his palm and she looked up, blue eyes meeting bright, glowing blue optics. "The man took me out here, after he set my house on fire."
Fragger, he cringed his free servo, and tried to look calm. "We've taken care of the man, Juliet; he's not going to harm you again."
"I don't understand," she started, "Why was he in our house?"
Ironhide sighed, "I am not sure, little one. Come on, let's get that glass out of your feet."
Juliet nodded, and still kept hold of his thumb. Ironhide would admit, and so would Will, that he was a big softie for sparklings, though the same could not be said to his comrades nor any other humans for that matter. The only humans Ironhide admitted he liked was the Lennox family (which was obvious), Robert Epps, and Samuel Witwicky. He took interest in the Lennox's daughter, Annabelle, and thought of her like a close niece, and she took Ironhide as an Uncle. This girl in Ironhide's palm reminded him of Annabelle in the slightest; innocent, short, slim, and looked to be a happy, hyper child when not scared out of her skin. The saddest thing was that after Will got back from Mission city and Sarah was introduced to the Autobots, the stress was too much to handle. She didn't want a husband of hers to be gone five days of the week, possibly staying the night, and who could be called in at any time. They both had custody of Annabelle, but Sarah had the extra day. Will and Sarah kept in touch and as friends, but it would never be the same.
As the duo got out of the corn field, they walked to the series of cop cars and the one fire truck. Will Lennox was talking to a rather pudgy mad with a toothbrush moustache and had a blue shirt with black slacks on. Will crossed his arms, bit his lip, and looked down. The officer simply nodded, though he looked as though he were on the verge of being sad as well, and put his hands on his hips.
"What are we going to do with the little girl though?" asked Will, his pale blue eyes looking into the officers' brown ones.
"Not sure," he remarked honestly. "I've known this family since the little one was just born, and her father was in the force with yours truly. I know they don't have any other family in these parts, as a matter o' factly, they live all the way in Idaho, though I'm not sure where." The officer shrugged. "I just don't know what to do, Lennox. I do appreciate you comin' down here with your alien buddy n' all-"
"I only came because they're neighbors, and I'm in the army," stated Will. "We need to figure out what we're doing with Juliet. If we can't find anybody to take her, than I will."
The officer looked somewhat surprised, "Ya barely know her, Lennox-"
"Wouldn't you want someone to take in your child?" Lennox spat back, fatherly instincts taking in. The officer put his hands up in defense.
"Yes," he finally said after a moment, "I would want someone to take my son if I had died…but what if she doesn't like it?"
William shrugged, "At least she'll be in a house and not a corn field."
Again, the officer sighed, "D'you plan on takin' her to the…you know…" he leaned closer to Will, "the Autobot base?"
Yes, the officer, whose name is actually Thomas Baker, has also known of the Autobots, and he goes there rarely, though he gets along fine with most of the Autobots. He came into the picture because he was chief of the police department, and he helped fight the Decepticons in Mission City alongside Robert Epps; who is a good friend of his. He too was in the army.
Will shrugged once more, "If I end up keeping her and she likes it at the farm, I probably will."
Baker scratched the back of his head, "Just be wary of that Galloway fella, Will. He gives me the creeps."
"I know, it's about time for the twins to pull another prank on him. And ever since his mother passed, he's even been more demanding," Will rolled his eyes.
"Was she just as bad as Galloway?" Baker joked.
"Well, you could say that. She nagged at Jolt for a scratch on his headlight, the weirdo."
"Y'know as they say," started Baker, shrugging, "If there's somethin' wrong with the bitch, there's bound to be something wrong with the pup."
Will chuckled for the first time tonight, "Lay off the Harry Potter, Tom. Magic gets to your head."
Ironhide, unlike Juliet, could hear everything that the two men were discussing, and a little spark of hope ignited his spark. At least the child would not be alone. He was thankful that Will was such a nice man, despite his hard, long-hour work days.
Ironhide didn't set the human sparkling down, because he could tell the shards of glass in her foot were painful when stepped on. Will finally noticed that Ironhide was standing a little ways off and then excused himself from the conversation. Baker said one more thing as Will sauntered off towards Ironhide. The Autobot kneeled down and hovered his servo just above the dirt. Will sighed and gave Juliet a servo.
"Would you say yes if you came home with me to stay the night, Juliet?" asked the Major, his hands on his knees.
"Did mommy say yes?" she asked. Her arms were still around Ironhide's thumb and her feet dangling just above the dirt.
For a split second, Will's eyes flicked to Ironhide's optics, but then back at Juliet in an instant. "Yes," he started, "your mommy said yes."
After a moment, she nodded. "Will? Are you a friend of daddy's? He works with Mister Baker over there," she pointed to Baker.
"You could say that," he smiled casually, "I live right over the hill over there." Will pointed down the street. Juliet looked behind her to where Will was pointing.
"You do?"
"Yep," he nodded.
Ironhide then spoke. "I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, William, but I think we should get her to a medic."
Just when he said that, Will saw her feet and a little bit of her elbow, still bleeding but not as bad as before.
Making up his mind, Will said, "Let's get Ratchet then."
"Don't you think it's a little early for that?" asked Ironhide, his optic brows narrowing in the slightest.
Will sighed and gave him a look. A look that meant 'holoform, genius'. Ironhide finally got it and rose two fingers up to the side of his head, and began talking in a language that Juliet didn't know. After a few minutes, Ironhide began:
"Ratchet said he'll be at the house in fifteen minutes. Come on, let's head back to the farm."
Will nodded and picked up Juliet from Ironhide's servo. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. A sound of clicks, whizzing, whirling, rotating, and clanking penetrated her eardrums, causing her to turn around to see that Ironhide was gone and she saw the last of the truck transforming. The passenger door opening, Will walked towards it and got in. Before he closed the door, Juliet could see two stretchers with black bags wrapped around long bodies. She didn't know what it meant…
But at least the fear had vanished.