(So in this one Megatron was NOT dropped into the sea.
We'll say for now Starscream picked him up or something haha!)
(Aliaya= Ah-Lee-eye-yuh)
It will swap between Sam, Aliaya, and some Transformers pov's.
English
Cybertronian
Its hard really; to explain why she loved him, why she would go to the ends of the earth for him. Maybe it was the fact that she knew he wasn't as bad as everyone thought, that she knew he had a heart. She watched him slowly, gripping the shard of metal tightly in her hand as he fell silently to the ground. Her mouth ripping open to emit a not so silent scream.
How had they even met?
The sound of footsteps smashing against an echoing floor followed by what could only be the slam of a door brought her to her senses, well to most of them. She could feel the exhaustion tingling down her spine, weighing her body down and making it near impossible for the female to move. Yet with the pounding of footsteps growing closer she mustered up enough energy to open her eyes. Slowly but surely blue hues peeked through and met the brightly colored world with wonder.
"Hey, Hey wake up!" A large hand laid itself on her shoulder as she let her head roll to the side her hues searching the face of the man kneeling besides her. He looked kind and carefree, his eyes though, they told a much different story. Deep within the hues a storm raged, confusion, fear and a sense that he was more important then the average teen. While it puzzled the female, it made her want to meet him even more. "Oh thank God! You've been asleep for three days! How are you feeling?" She mentally stepped back at his words, it had been three days? Her brain foggily took in the information recognizing this as the reason to why she was so tired.
Her body let a wave of pain creep down her spine a frown tugging her lips down as she once again tried to move with no success. It wasn't paralysis, the fact that she could move her head, and of course her toe was twitching from the way her leg was resting gave that away. With the knowledge of how long she was asleep so pieced together her exhaustion as her captor. Slowly opening her mouth she spit a word out towards the male, "F-Fine..." The word seemed forced and unusual though, the English battled her tongue and caused the man next to her to furrow his brow.
"Well it's good that you can speak...do you need help sitting up?" It was at this point her mind was finally starting to turn again the pain creeping down her spine had taken a momentary pause and allowed her mind to force it back up. Now she could register more things, like the fact she in all honesty had no idea where she was, she didn't know who the male next to her was. A frown forced its way onto her lips once again as the next thought rumbled through her mind. "Who am I?"
Her blue hues swiveled over his face once again as her hands pushed themselves against the blue sheets. Finally able to free herself from her exhaustion she forced herself into a sitting position. The female let her head twist slightly the confused expression taking hold and swapping with the frown. Sam's face did the same as hers, the small smile it once held slid away and he shifted uncomfortably. Her question really caught him off guard, he was the one who was supposed to ask the questions. "Wai-wai-wait...you don't know who you are?" She shook her head side to side her ebony hair creating a cloud as she moved it, the only bit of color was red stripe down the center of her hair.
Swinging her legs out from underneath the covers her hues grew wide, painted on her legs was a surplus of designs. Starting from her toes and wrapping around up to her hips were memories the female knew she had gotten for a reason, yet for what reason she didn't know. She let her toes brush against the hardwood floor for a moment before pushing herself into a standing position. Sam had taken a few steps back by now, allowing the female the room she needed to fully upright herself. A hot rush crept up his neck as he turned his face away from the strange woman that had been found in his bed.
She was wearing quite close to nothing, small cloth shorts barely covered her bottom half although her top half was covered by a rather large, and not to mention ridiculously baggy, white t-shirt. Spinning around Sam dove into his closet, rummaging through the few things he had before pulling out a pair of black sweat pants. Sam wasn't the biggest kid so they wouldn't be too over sized. Turning out of his closet he saw the female scratching at her wrist, a few more splatters of ink danced across her wrists. "W-what are you looking at?" He was still a bit flustered as he fumbled handing over the soft cloth to the female as she slipped them on, while she wasn't sure why, her legs were tingling a bit at the cold so it was appreciated.
"There's some writing here..." She thrust her hand out at the male waving it impatiently as he took it in his own hand. Sure enough inked into her sat what he could only assume were Japanese (or Chinese he really couldn't tell) characters. She wiggled her arm again causing the male to look up at her face, "are the red ones the same thing?" Confusion swept across the males face before he twisted his head back towards her wrist, an action which caused his stomach to drop. He hadn't noticed before but splattered up and down both of her arms were deep horrific scars, a sign of a past she didn't love. Noticing the cuts his mind began to wonder whether or not her legs held the same marks.
He released her hand as she took it back, resuming the picking at her skin. "Y-ya...the same thing..." He nodded his head slowly as she flashed a toothy grin his direction. What was he supposed to tell her? 'No, sorry those are actually from the times you tried to kill yourself,' he grimaced noticing a large slash from her elbow to her wrist. No, he couldn't tell her something like that, maybe her loosing her memory was a good thing, a sort of blessing in disguise. He continued scanning her, another large scar spiraling around her neck and he felt his stomach flip. They couldn't have been done by her, it looked almost like something hot had been wrapped around her neck.
"Sammy, are you in here hunny?" The tension in the room thickened quickly as the soft knock came from outside. The woman's voice seemed kind yet overly curious as she asked again. Sam, shocked by the fact that his mother was still in the house and he had failed to notice stood frozen with fear. How could he open the door and allow his mother to see the female in front of him? A jumble of ideas stormed through his head until one clicked in place, the light flashing on and chasing all other thoughts from his mind. He would simply shove her in the closet and open the door! Satisfied with this brilliant idea he brought himself out of his thoughts, his stomach dropping once again. She was no longer in front of him!
"O-Oh! Hello there, who are you?"
Fear washed over the young male, the panic bubbling up inside him like a pot left on the stove for just too long. His body began moving against his will as he turned to face his door, his worst nightmare coming true right before his eyes. There standing in the doorway, her hair a black and red cloud of mess, clothes still slightly askew from the half-ass way she had put them on, stood the female. His eyes moved away from the talkative newcomer to his mother, the anger and confusion not well hidden on her older face. Sighing the male hung his head and moved towards the talking females, he knew it was now or never and he would much rather die now then be on pins and needles until his death.
"Mom, this is one of Bee's friends." His mother's expression didn't change, and he knew she was having a hard time believing that based on the girls appearance, and in all honesty he couldn't blame her. How would he react? 'oh mom, this sexed up looking female is a friend of my transforming car!' ya, actually the more he thought about it the more he realized he wouldn't believe himself either! "Oh so you know Bumblebee?" The female's face paled as she looked between the Witwickys. Was she supposed to know this Bumblebee/Bee they were talking about? The name didn't ring any bells inside of her, maybe it was 'Sammy's' way of explaining something to his mother, a sort of inside joke that she was supposed to know.
A smile danced onto her lips as she giggled nodding her head, "Oh-" she let a thick cough pass her lips before speaking again, the confusion smashed into not only Sam but his mother at her odd speech. "Oh of course I know Bee!" Nodding her head she looked once again back and forth between the two, this time her own confusion worsened. Their faces were both screwed up in not only a confused but now a shocked manner, was she not supposed to know Bee? Was that a joke between the two that they were supposed to laugh at while she sat contemplating on whether or not she knew him or not? She frowned, letting her arms cross over her chest with a harumph. These people were rather confusing, and if this is what they found comical she could add cruel to her list as well.
"Well...you two have fun..." His mother slowly backed out of the door way before stopping once again, quickly stepping forward she let her head stick around the door her attention focused on Sam. "Oh, Mikaela came by, she said she would come back later." With that the female retreated downstairs allowing the younger one to spin back into his room, a laugh passing her lips.
"What a kind woman she was! That was your mother was it not?" She tilted her head to the side her hues blinking a few times before waving her hand to ignore what ever he was going to say. She fought back the bitter taste that clung to her tongue as she turned her attention to the posters on the wall. She really didn't want to know if it was his mother or not, a sudden fear sweeping over her that the answer might not be what she wanted. It could be a nanny, a caretaker, she frowned before shaking her head, chasing away other thoughts before they could surface.
A soft bark came from outside and the female spun around eyes wide with curiosity. Trotting over to the window she leaned against his desk her hues peering down into the yard where Mojo sat on the grass his attention diverted towards the street. A giggle passed her lips as she pointed to his small Chihuahua. "D-Do you see it! It looks so strange!"
His attention had diverted from the dog to the mark resting on the back of her neck. He was right to think that the marks did wrap around her neck, the spiral motion continued on the back as well. So someone had attempted to choke her, that wasn't the thing that bothered him the most. Right under her hairline where the wrapping motion seemed to end, was a small Decepticon brand. The black mark burnt into her skin just like the markings that led up to it. It was then that he knew what had happened, somehow a Decepticon had grabbed a hold of her, and to torture her it choked her, branding her for some odd reason.
He frowned as she turned around a grin plastered on her face. She couldn't possibly be a spy, she didn't seem nervous or jittery at all. Her demeanor was far to pleasant to be someone that would even think about the end of the human race. A heavy sigh passed his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, his hues continuing to watch her as she moved about his room opening drawers and boxes. He had to take her to Optimus, but first he had to talk with Bee, there had to be some reason as to why he brought her here and not to a NEST base. "H-hey, want to talk a walk? I'll let you meet Mojo." He motioned out his window towards the shaking canine.
"I-I would like that!" She let a laugh pass her lips as she trotted out after the male following him down the stairs. A wary glance was shot towards the boy by his mother unseen by the young girl. It seemed she was just as uneasy as he was, afraid of why the girl held such mortifying marks. Pressing the back door open he let her run out, his small dog running to meet her as well, happy for the attention and the love. "I'll leave you two be for a few minutes." Nodding her head to show the male she understood her attention focused back on the little dog her hands now scrubbing at his stomach.
Stepping into the garage he tapped the hood of his yellow camaro allowing the car to rumble before a symphony of mechanical noises filled the open garage. With the last click falling into place instead of his car sat a small yellow robot, his face whirring softly with joy to see Sam once again. "Hello Sam." The radio clicked off allowing Sam to return the greeting before continuing on. "Who is she Bee?" He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder motioning to the girl that now lie on her stomach her hues scanning the sky as Mojo curled himself into her stomach.
"A powerful-yet deadly-key to our salvation!" He furrowed his brows as he turned to face the female, she was deadly? How on earth was he supposed to believe that, there she was lying face up on the grass laughing as his tiny dog licked her hand. "Deadly? Come on Bee look at her!" His yellow hand rose allowing the tarp to pull back so he himself could see her, a confused whir passed his lips as he shrugged his shoulders. "It just-has to be her." Sam frowned before throwing the next bit of information out to allow Bee to process it.
"She doesn't know who she is." This caused his Autobot to stumble backwards, his wing colliding into the shelf and toppling over a few cans still filled with paint. Sam laughed hollowly before continuing, "I know right?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his head focusing out the door once again. "She's branded with their mark Bee." Crawling forward a bit more carefully Bee let the female enter his sight once again. "That's how I knew-she was the one.-Without that-mark-she could be anyone." Sam nodded his head before letting the bot continue, "The boss-he must meet her." Nodding Sam allowed himself to agree with his guardian, although he was still unsure as to why she was brought here and not straight to Optimus. Another thought tumbled in his mind as he watched his friend collapse back into his alt mode allowing Sam to fetch the female before they drove away. Had Bee erased her memories?