HI! This is my first fanfic so please be nice!
(EDIT: I edited this one! A LOT)
Flare was a simple girl. Her life was rough but she survived. Little did she know, that it was about to change.
Chapter 1
"MOM! I did it! I get to get a car! I passed my driver's test!" Flare yelled. Flare was a slim 17-year old girl with shiny orange hair and intelligent yellow eyes. She wore a green t-shirt and blue shorts.
"Good for you. Whee." Her mom said in a flat voice, green eyes focused on the computer screen.
Flare pulled back a moment, hurt glinting in her eyes. Then her eyes hardened and she left the room without saying a word. She could understand why her mom didn't like her. Actually, she KNEW why. But, more on that later.
A car's engine startled her, and she looked out to see a minivan pulling into the long gravel driveway.
"Dad!" she exclaimed, seeing her father home early. She raced out to meet him and leaped into his open arms.
"Hey there!" he warmly greeted her, eyes looking down into her adoring face. "Ready to go get your car?" he grinned at her.
"You betcha!" she responded, nodding her head like mad.
"Then let's go get it!" He answered with equal enthusiasm, making her eyes shine in excitement. They hopped into the minivan and drove off to wherever they could get a good car.
1 Hour later…
"How about this car?" A sleazy looking salesman pointed to a nice looking Porsche. It was shiny and silver.
Flare looked at it, but didn't feel any urge to buy it. "No thanks," She said. "I'm looking for something a little more, I don't know-hey!" Flare jumped as the salesman pushed her to another car. A very expensive one.
"Look at this! You'll match so nicely with this car!" The man grinned encouragingly, which wasn't all that encouraging. Just really disturbing.
Seriously? That's the stupidest thing I have EVER heard. Flare thought to herself.
Flare looked to her dad for help. He swooped in and asked if the man could show him some of the cars, so he could see which ones his daughter would like best.
Flare did the sign language hand gesture that said, "I love you," to her dad and then she fled, racing away from the irritating man.
When she had gotten far enough, she slowed to a stop. Panting slightly, she looked about, wondering if she would find her ideal car here. She swiveled her head around to get a better view.
All she saw was rusty, beat-up cars.
Maybe not.
She sighed, her eyes seeming to dull in disappointment. Then, they brightened, traveling upwards to lock onto a target.
She tilted her head as she walked over. She inspected it from every angle. She cocked her head side to side. Then, she nodded.
"Yep." She said proudly. "Absolutely perfect."
(Ironhide's POV)
Ironhide growled to himself. Go to this place Prime said. They detected Decepticon activity in this area Prime said. A human won't discover you Prime said.
Riiiiiiiiiight. Suuuuuuuuure.
Idiot.
Ironhide watched as the femme who had watched him came back dragging an adult male, her "father" as the earthlings called it he guessed, and the other adult male who looked very annoying to Ironhide, the one who was almost always at this place.
"This one! I love this one! Please dad? Please?" the female begged, pointing to him.
He growled mentally. He was NOT a car that whiny young humans could get their greedy little hands on.
"It looks really beat up." The "father" said suspiciously.
"So?" The femme argued. "He's still in working condition, I can tell that much, and is very sturdy."
"He?" Her father teased.
"What? He looks like a "he!" He DOES!" the girl pouted, obviously irritated at the man.
"How much?" The man turned to the other one, while the girl walked closer to Ironhide.
Ironhide stopped paying attention to the older humans and focused on the small girl. She walked right up to his side, her hand gently tracing the edges of his plating. He resisted the urge to shiver at the foreign touch.
Her eyes absorbed all details; he could tell she was fascinated by him. He wondered why.
"Hi." She whispered to him. "I'm Flare. I'm taking you home with me, okay?"
Now he was really confused. Why did she speak to him? Did she know that he was a transformer?
"In case you're wondering, I speak to ALL my stuff! I know, I'm weird. But I don't mind!" She giggled to herself.
Oooookay. Great. He gets to go to the home of a CRAZY human. Wonderful. Juuuust perfect.
The "father" came over, this time without the annoying man. "He's all yours."
The female jumped up with a whoop that was surprisingly loud for such a small creature.
"The salesman didn't give me any keys so I guess they're inside of the car." Her "father" stated.
"Oh, ok!" The female eagerly walked the few paces to the driver's door and eased it open since Ironhide made it difficult for her. She hopped inside and looked around. Her hands delicately brushed over the Autobot symbol gleaming bright and proud on his steering wheel.
"Interesting," She murmured to herself. She gently petted it for a moment before locating his keys in the glove compartment.
"Ready to go to my home?" The female asked him softly, eyes shining in earnest excitement.
He actually felt tempted to respond.
1 more hour later…
"Well, here we are!" The female announced cheerfully. "Your new home."
It was a small farm-like area, with fields of wild flowers of all different kinds and a small lake in the middle. The large green and white house was about thirty yards to the left of the lake.
The femme sighed happily, gaining Ironhide's attention from scanning the area. She carefully got out and walked to her house. She looked back as if to make sure he was still there. Her eyes gleamed in happiness as she watched him.
"I still can't believe I have you." She whispered and slipped inside the house, her father following behind.
With ironhide a few days later…
No doubt about it. This certain femme was different. He was a little surprised that she spoke to him every day, though he doubted that she knew that he was alive. It was nighttime now and fireflies danced above the waving grasses of the fields. He was just about to slip into recharge when he heard shouting. It happened a lot here. He could always hear shouting, but refrained from listening in.
Curious as to what the were saying this time, he stretched his senses to hear what was happening.
"WHY can't you be normal? Just once! You're such an IDIOT!"
"Mom I-"
"DON'T try to give me an excuse! You KNOW you shouldn't do that!"
"I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"
With the last scream the little femme raced out of the house. She ran over to the lake, which looked like it was filled with stars. Curious, he silently rolled a bit closer, just a few inches, making sure she didn't notice.
She didn't move, but he saw her shoulders trembling. Ironhide came to a halt, wondering what was happening. He jerked when she began to talk.
"Hi." She whispered, looking down into her arms. Clutched to her was a small stuffed cat with big blue eyes.
"Oh, Aqua, what should I do?" Her voice was small, strained to the point of breaking. "She hates me! Mom hates me…"
That shocked ironhide deeply. Parents, as the humans say, were supposed to be caring!
She lifted her face to the heavens that sparkled with stars. Her eyes reflected the lights and made it seems as if fireworks were slowly swirling in the depths of them. They were shiny with tears. "I tried not to fight with that guy! I DID! But he was hurting that little girl! And he kept stealing her stuff! I had to do something!"
She sighed. Ironhide noticed that her eyes were as cold as the stars as she gazed down to look upon her beloved toy.
"I tried to reason with him! I told mom that, but, she didn't believe me." Her eyes hardened.
"I don't know why I even try to please her anymore. NOTHING I will ever do will ever be good enough for her." Her voice was like venom. Yet he detected something else in her voice. Hurt. Sorrow. Pain.
The little femme laughed bitterly and whispered, "You'd think living with her like that, that it wouldn't hurt anymore." She stared up at the sky, eyes reflecting the stars again.
"But it still does." The last few words were barely audible. Then she smiled. "At least I have one happy memory of her. My mother, when I was little, sang me a lullaby. It was called, My Precious One by Celine Dion. I can't finish the last bit of the song, but I remember it well." With that she began to sing.
My precious one, My tiny one
Lay down your pretty head.
My dearest one, my sleepy one
It's time to go to bed.
My precious one, my darling one,
Don't let your lashes weep.
My cherished one, my weary one,
It's time to go to sleep.
Just bow your head,
And give your cares to me,
Just close your eyes
And fall into the sweetest dream.
Coz is my loving arms
You're safe as you will ever be,
So hush my dear and sleep.
Her voice flowed through the warm air and echoed through the beautiful fields. Ironhide listened quietly and was surprisingly soothed by the music. He thought the music was very beautiful.
Flare slowly stood up and said, "Well, time to sleep. My mom has gone to bed by now and I'll be ready to face her in the morning."
She looked over at Ironhide. "Did you hear all that?"
Silence.
"It doesn't matter. I had to say what I did. It doesn't hurt as much this way, you know?"
He did know the feeling. He knew it too well.
He watched her go silently. When she was inside the house he leaned back on his axles and thought.
He thought she was a special kid. So did the others. He knew she was in pain, he knew that for certain now. He knew she tried to be strong. He knew she had a kind heart, one with innocence the Autobots and him cherished in any form.
But, she was just another human. She shouldn't mean much. Should she?
Growling to himself at the complex question, he slipped into recharge, voting to sleep on the matter.
Hope you like it! I will post a new chapter as soon as possible! Byez! XP