Finally! What we have all been waiting for! Katie Grace, continued! Um, I just want to say that I have decided to have Katie be twelve in the story because I have an idea of what I want to do in the future. The story is starting at the very, very beginning.
Disclaimer: I do not own Katie Grace or Transformers. Katie belongs to Starlight837 and TFP belongs to Hasbro. I do, however, own a couple of OCs (one bot, one human) that appear here.
Jackson Darby drummed his fingers over the countertop of the KO Burger. No one seemed to want to eat at the fast-food joint today. He couldn't blame them; the food was greasy and tasted mostly of vegetable oil. His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. In came his mother and a small, twelve-year-old girl. The girl's curly blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail with a light blue ribbon. She wore a white cardigan over a light blue dress. White flip-flops shielded her feet from the hot, concrete floors. Her light blue eyes landed on her brother.
"Katie! Mom!" said Jack. "What are you doing here?"
"Mum has to be at work," said the girl known as Katie. A slight British accent laced through the girl's voice. "So you're gonna be the one watching me."
Nurse Darby gave her son an apologetic look. "I just found this out about five minutes ago. You don't mind watching Katie for me?"
"Of course not, mom!" exclaimed Jack. He smiled towards his mother before she darted out the door to her car.
Katie plopped down in a booth, setting her black messenger bag next to her. She pulled out a pink folder with her math homework in it. With a sigh, she took her pencil from the front pocket of her bag. The sound of pencil against paper filled the air when Jack finally took his spot at the counter again. As he waited for customers, thoughts filled his mind. Everyone knew that Katie and Jack could have been twins. They seemed to have the same moods as each other. When one was frustrated, the other was, too. When one was happy, so was the other. If one had a bad day, the other would be grumpy as well. No one messed with Katie, knowing very well that Jack would do anything to keep his adopted sister safe. Someone tapped on Jack's shoulder, shaking him from his thoughts.
"You're shifts over, Darby," said the manager. "Take you sister home, get some rest. Tomorrow you're at the fry station." Jack nodded. He went over to the booth his sister was sitting at. She had finished her homework and was sketching in a notebook.
"You ready to go, Katie?" asked Jack.
The girl jumped from her seat, nearly knocking over her box of colored pencils. "Good grief, Jack!" she said. "Don't do that! Oh, and, yeah, let's go." She put the pencil she was using into her pencil box before stuffing it into her bag with her notebook. The two siblings walked out into the parking lot. Katie hummed quietly to herself. However, she stopped suddenly when she saw a dark blue motorcycle with pink accents. She tugged on her brother's sleeve. "Hey, Jackie, look at that!"
Jack turned to look at what Katie was pointing to. He whistled under his breath, impressed. Katie ran a hand over the leather seat. It was cool to the touch, which surprised her due to the heat. She moved her hand over the metal to the handlebars. Jack sat on the seat, Katie climbing on behind him soon afterwards.
"Cool bike," said a voice from next to Jack. The teen jumped before turning to see a red-headed girl.
"S-Sierra," stuttered Jack. "Fancy seeing you h-here." Katie rolled her eyes and tuned her brother out. Her mind wandered to the sketch she was working on earlier. It was from an early memory of hers, when she was around eight years old. In the sketch was a large robot, with sharp features. A white and blue helmet protected the robot's head, and a single fin went from the center of his faceplates up. Large blue eyes were filled of curiosity and wonder, and the robot's lip components were curled up in a smile. He had two white wings similar to doors on his back. His body was slim and mainly white, though there were blue striped here and there. Sitting on the robot's shoulder was a woman. She was only about twenty, with blonde hair much like Katie's and sharp green eyes. The woman wore a white sundress, and seemed to be mid-laugh.
A small smile grace Katie's lips. She knew these beings. The woman was her mother, and the robot was her father. She was drawing a replica of a photo she had in the silver locket around her neck. No one would have believed her if she told them that the robot wasn't exactly a robot, but a Cybertronian. Or if she told them she was half Cybertronian, and that her mother had told her that when she was about twelve she would begin to develop abnormal abilities. Katie's smile fell as she remembered her mother's dying words.
"Mama!" cried an eight-year-old Katie. She ran over to her mother. A purple Cybertronian had appeared moments before and stabbed her father right through his spark. Katie knew the Cybertronian was a Decepticon from what her father taught her. And the 'Con had just used the tip of his blade to carve a large, deep 'x' across her mother's chest. Tears streamed down Katie's cheeks as her mother pressed an envelope in her daughter's hand.
"Read this," she said. "when you're ready. When you find Ratchet, Arcee, Bulkhead, and all of them again. I love you…."
Katie fingered the crumpled letter in her cardigan pocket. She had yet to find them. She knew she never would, after being ripped from her life in Britain to be put in Jasper, Nevada. Suddenly, she was pulled from her thoughts when bright headlights. The girls Jack was talking jumped out of the way as two black and purple cars drove towards the Darby siblings. Jack yelped in surprise when the motorcycle pulled a wheelie. They landed hard, though they had seemed to have driven through the two cars. Katie tightened her grip around her brother's waist. However, she didn't feel scared. Instead, she felt a sense of calm.
"A-Arcee?" she asked before blacking out.
Arcee stood back at base, surrounded by her comrades. Her processor was still spinning a bit from Cliffjumper's death, so she was telling her story of her eventful evening quite moodily.
"...And if it wasn't for the humans," she said. "the 'Cons would've been scrap metal!" Bumblebee nodded slightly in agreement.
"Humans?" asked the tallest, red and blue mech. 'Bee whirred a reply to Optimus. "Two boys?"
"And a girl," said Arcee. "Seemed to be in what the humans call 'teenage years'. She passed out a little bit after we ditched that drive-through place. I don't think she was scared. Just… confused." Bumblebee beeped something.
"An energon signal from the girl?" said the large mech. "That is odd."
"I got a picture of her if that'll help, Optimus," offered Arcee. Optimus nodded, signaling her to continue. The femme activated a holographic projector in the palm of her servo, revealing a picture of Katie.
"Alyssa Grace?!" said Ratchet. "That's impossible, not after what happened in Britain!"
Everyone took a closer look at the holo photo. The girl looked almost exactly like the woman known as Alyssa Grace. However, her eyes were a bright blue. A silver locket around her neck was partially open. Optimus squinted his optics to get a good look at the picture inside. It was the picture of their former comrade, Skyblade, and his human sparkmate, Alyssa Grace.
"Wait," said Bulkhead. "That's not Alyssa, that's her daughter, Katherine Grace!"
"The only living techno-organic," agreed Optimus. He straightened to his full height. "Arcee, Bumblebee, tomorrow you must bring the two humans and Katherine Grace here. I believe if the Decepticons will perceive them as our ally, and will target them." Arcee opened her lip components to reject, but Optimus' glare caused her to decide against it.
"What are we getting ourselves into?" muttered Ratchet.
Wow, getting ourselves right into the juicy stuff! I seriously poured all of this out of my brain in about two or three hours. with quite a few breaks. Please rate, review, etc.! The next update will be coming probably sometime this week! If there are any spelling or grammar errors, please tell me so I can fix them! Thanks and bye.