This story has the most votes on my poll so I'm updating.

I forgot the disclaimer last time so here it is.

I do not own transformers prime. I only own Tawny and her uncle David. I wish I owned Transformers. If I did Breakdown wouldn't die, Shockwave wouldn't be just another one-episode Con, and Cliffjumper would have more than 5 minutes to live.

Oh yeah, her dad's last name is Price.


Lost and Found

Chapter 2

Where are you?


One Week Later, 7:00pm

I was loving my life with David, but every day that I spent at David's house was another day spent worrying about dad. He hadn't called for a week and David told me that I wasn't allowed to call my mom or brother. I didn't see why I couldn't at least send an E-mail, but David wouldn't let me.

I thought that maybe this was an elaborate birthday party thingy and my mom and dad were getting set up somewhere cool, but my birthday was in four months. I tried to stop thinking about the fact that I haven't seen mom for nine days and dad for a week. I knew he would be back by next week though. That's what David said anyway.

I surveyed the vast collection of movies my uncle owned and was shocked by the number of children's movies. Not like toddler movies, but How to Train Your Dragon, Thor, The Incredible Hulk, and many others. I grabbed a random movie off the shelf and put in the Blue-Ray player. It was Thor. I chuckled as I watched Loki do his thing: deceiving his brother, coming up with brilliant plans, and being all-out epic. For some strange reason, I had an unusual habit of becoming a huge fan of the 'bad-guys'. My brother had always preferred the heroes to the villains. That was one of our many disagreements in life.

We argued about everything, from cereal (Cheerios [Me] and Fruit Loops [Jack]) to favorite comics (Calvin and Hobbes and Marvel [me] D.C. Comics [Jack]) to our favorite subjects in school (History [Me, who doesn't love a good war? Kidding, I just think it's cool.] And Science [Jack]). Most people would think that being complete opposites would make us hate each other, but it made us closer. We had more variety this way. I looked like my dad and he looked like mom. I liked Star Wars and he liked Pokémon.

Thinking about him was making me homesick. I missed Jack a lot. Surely one e-mail wouldn't hurt. I turned off the movie and crept up the stairs to my temporary room. I walked over to the computer and opened my g-mail account. I typed up a quick e-mail:

Hi Jack,

I miss you. Dad dropped me off at our uncle's house. I've been here for a week and dad hasn't called. David (Our Uncle) told me I wasn't allowed to call or e-mail you, but I'm not one to follow the rules:) You should see this house. It's huge and black and purple and there's a huge T.V. Wait am I rambling. Have you touched my stuff? I'll try to e-mail you soon.

I heard David coming up the stairs and quickly finished:

David's coming! Gotta go. TTYL

Missing You,

Tawny :)

I sent the email and shut down the monitor. I grabbed my book, Cinder, and jumped on my bed. I opened it to a random page and started to read. David walked into the room and looked at me, "I thought you were watching a movie. Nice try, I know that you were on the computer. Your book is upside down." he chuckled as I looked down and noticed this for the first time. "I read upside down. It's fun." I said and smiled. It was true, I read better upside down. He smiled, "Me too, but seriously what were you doing on the computer? I can find out." He walked over and powered up the monitor. I jumped up and blocked his view of the screen.

"It's nothing." I said hurriedly and reached back quickly and hit the hot-key that cleared the screen to the desktop. "So, you were using the computer." He smirked and lightly moved me out of the way. He sat down and opened up the internet, clicked the history, then opened up my most recent page. My e-mail account. He looked at the sent mail and saw my e-mail to Jack. He looked at me and frowned. "You e-mailed your brother?"

I looked down, "Sorry, I missed him. I've never been away from him this long." He wouldn't be mad at me for being homesick, would he? His face softened and he smiled sadly. "It's okay, Tawny. But you shouldn't have sent that e-mail. Look." He gestured to the screen and I glanced over. An error box hovered over the tab, one I had been too busy to see after I sent the e-mail. It read:

Error: E-mail Address Not found. No E-mail Account Found For Jack Price.

Jack had deleted his E-mail account?! Why? Did he get in trouble and Mom made him? No, he was always too obedient to break the rules. Did he not want me to e-mail him? My head spun and I felt like crying. I had no way to contact my brother without David knowing right away. "Can I call mom?" I asked already aware of the answer. He frowned and shook his head sadly.

"I'm going to bed, can you leave me alone for a little while?" I whispered and reached over and hit the power on the computer. The screen clicked off and he got up and headed to the door. "If you need anything just shout." he said and closed the door behind him. I quickly changed into my P.J.'s, clicked off the light, and hopped into the bed. The shadows loomed around me and the only light was the ghostly glow of the moon. The silence was heavy and the world seemed to be holding its breath. It would have been amazing if I was home in my bed. I had always loved the dark and the quiet. It gave me the space I needed to think and dream. Tonight was different, the dark and the silence seemed threatening to suffocate me. For the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to be afraid of the dark.

A week ago I had just let dad drive me away. I hadn't even said goodbye to Jack or Mom. Now I was in a stranger's house with no way to contact Jack, no knowledge of where my dad was or if he was coming back, and I didn't even know which state I was in. "Where are you, Dad?" I asked the silence. A crow cawed outside and I swear it was laughing at me.


Jack's P.O.V. Six Days Ago

Mom had gone to the police immediately after dad had left and accused him of kidnapping Tawny. The police were working on finding her right now, but they have barely made any progress on finding them. They had found our car on the side of the road, abandoned. They had no leads on were they might have been. We had called his brother, David, but he had said he didn't know anything and that he was sorry about what his brother had done.

Mom had stopped using dad's last name, Price, and I was now Jack Darby. I had even changed my e-mail address from Jack Price to Jack Darby. Mom had thrown away anything that she could find that reminded her of dad, while Tawny's things were untouched, like a memorial. 'She never did like people touching her things.' I smiled sadly at this thought. I had tried to convince myself that dad would be found and Tawny would be back, but one thought danced at the back of my mind. What if Tawny didn't want to come back? We had always disagreed on everything, but if anything that brought us closer. I knew that dad had always liked her better than me. She was just like him, she was brave and wasn't afraid to break the rules if necessary. She had inherited her coal-black hair from him and her hazel eyes. Her love of danger and adrenaline were also a hereditary trait. She was her father's daughter. What if she didn't want to come back home?

"No. She wouldn't do that. She'll find a way back. She wouldn't leave us like that." I whispered to the book shelve that was occupied souly by Tawny's books. I got good grades, but I was never much of a reader. I looked at the titles of the books. There was every kind you could imagine, from History to Syfy. I felt the tears build, but they didn't fall. I had kept good on my promise to not cry. The unshed tears were killing me and almost everything made me want to cry. I looked over at the night stand that sat by Tawny's bed, there on top was our shared I-pod.

I quickly walked over and picked it up. I knew that she hadn't left it behind on purpose. She was a music person. She always listened to music when she read her books. I walked over to my dresser and pulled open the top drawer and dug down until I found my headphones. I walked over to my bed which faced Tawny's side of our room. We had split the room half and half so I had to face her empty bed each night until we found her. I turned on the iPod and found one of her playlists. I set it to shuffle and fell backward.

I miss you. Miss you so bad.
I don't forget you. Oh it's so sad.
I hope you can hear me.
I remember it clearly.

The day you slipped away,
Was the day I found it won't be th-

I switched the song:

The stars lean down to kiss you,
I lay awake and miss you.

'The Universe hates me.' I thought as I switched the song:

I always needed time on my own,
I never thought I'd need you there when I cried.
And the days feel like years when I'm alone.

At this point I felt like throwing the iPod across the room. I turned off the music and glanced at the title of the playlist I had picked:

Tawny's Playlist of Depressing Songs

I chuckled despite myself. She always did that. When she left the house, even it was only for a couple of hours, she would make it feel like she was still here. I pulled off my headphones, turned of the I-pod and fell asleep smiling. She had answered my troubling questions herself. She would come back. She always did.


Okay so this was another chapter. I know this is one of my more popular stories so I'll update this more often. I know this is a much shorter chapter then I'll usually do. The songs I used were:

Slipped Away by Avril Lavingne

Vanilla Twilight by Owl City

When You're Gone by Avril Lavingne

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