Ally or Enemy?
Chapter 1: Prologue and running.
I don't own transformers. ANY OF THEM!
Airiela pov
Has anything totally life-changing just fallen from the sky to you? Well, it did me. Though, yours might be a fortune being delivered to your house anonymously. But, my life changer came in the form of a huge, damaged robot crash landing in my backyard. I repaired him and he told me his story. How his name was Wasp, how he was framed, sent to prison, escaped, and was now a wanted bot. I didn't really care about the last part so much. Wasp became my closest and dearest friend. It was him who convinced me to go back to school. And that, my friend, is where this tale truly starts.
I could tell from the moment I walked through the door that I was unwelcome to all but one boy. His name was Raff and he was super kind. This being proved when he stood up for me against a bunch of bullies. Sadly, this resulted in both of us running for our lives down the hall of our school with the muscle-bound idiots behind us.
We burst out the front doors and I spotted Wasp waiting with open door to the right. Raff's ride was to the left. "See you tomorrow!" we yelled to one another in unison. I ran to Wasp and jumped in. "Air, what's..." I interrupted "No time, DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE!" I cried as I ducked under the seat.
Wasp pov
I floored my gas pedal and drove straight forward and the yellow car that the boy had dived into passed me going in the opposite direction. As we passed each other I got a weird feeling of familiarity. Something deep down told me that the driver of that car wasn't really human. But, I pushed that aside and focused on getting Airiela home. On the way back she told me about her day. About the boy, Raff, and how the two ended up in that mess. I laughed as Air told me she nearly kicked a dude's teeth in when he grabbed a hold of Raff.
Air fell asleep in my back seat as I was doing patrol. She seemed happier sleeping there than in her own bed. I sighed raising her wasn't easy, but it was better than the other option.
Flashback
Air was repairing my arm when I finally brought up the courage to ask. "So, what do your parents think of your keeping a convicted criminal in your garage?" she went stiff. "They couldn't have cared less. I'm even willing to bet they would hope you blasted me to save them the trouble of doing it themselves."
