Here it is: the rewrite to Some Things Are Better Left Unknown! Thank you all for sticking with this story throughout its multiple edits and whatnot. :3
Some things have been changed A LOT since the original story, so keep your heads up! I will try to stick with the original plot from Transformers 1, adding my own scenes and tweaks along the way. For the plot, I am planning to have Bumblebee come in at around the same time, but the twins have been on Earth for around the same time as Bumblebee. Enjoy!
P.S: Remember, there are still scenes from the original fanfic in here!
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Transformers, nor any bands, songs, or items that may appear in this fanfiction. I only own my OC, Emery!
"Oh, come on, Daddy. I can stay home by myself for a few hours!" Ten-year-old Emery de Haviland argued with her dads. "I'm old enough!" Jon de Haviland chuckled, ruffling the hair on he top of her small head. "Alright, girlie, you win this time, just 'cause you're such a sweet little lady." Her other dad, Steve, smiled, loosening his tie a little around the neck. "C'mon, Jon, let's go." Her dads smiled at each other, before leaning down to hug the tall child. "Be safe, okay?" Her dads asked. Emery, excited, nodded quickly, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. "I will!" She smiled a toothy grin. "Have fun at the anniversary dinner! Love you!"
The two men laughed, before sliding the door to the outside open and leaving. Emery smiled after their retreating figures, before running back upstairs to complete a few of her favorite puzzles.
A few hours later, all her puzzles were done, and Emery was starting to get worried. Didn't grown-ups usually get home on time? Suddenly, the home phone rang out, the loud beeping filling the silence of the home. The girl scrambled to pick up the phone form its stand before putting on her best, most polite voice. "De Haviland home, this is Ms. De Haviland speaking." Emery announced. A voice she had never heard before answered instead of her parents. "Hello, Ms. De Haviland, are you the daughter of Mr.'s De Haviland?" The voice asked. Emery, suspicious, answered slowly. "Um, yes, this is she. Why?"
Then the voice delivered the most dreadful news a child could ever hear.
"Oh. Well, I apologize for your loss, but your parents have died in a car crash. There was nothing we could do to save them in the hospital. We're sorry."
The phone dropped from the terrified girl's small hand, crashing to the wooden floor with a loud bang.
Seventeen-year-old Emery de Haviland woke up with a gasp from her nightmare to the pleasant view of the roof above her head's nails sticking through her room's ceiling. Her now broken alarm clock was lying in pieces on the floor from its crash. She put a hand to her heart, attempting to slow it down, before inhaling heavily.
Ever since the accident, Emery had been having nightmares about her loving fathers' deaths. Because she had had no other living relatives, the only choice was for her to go to the closest, cheapest orphanage—Ms. Goodman's House for Isolated Children and Teens.
Emery let out a groan, slapping her face lightly to wake herself up, before tumbling out of the bed. She slouched over to her old, wooden chest, which served as a desk, and stared at her secret, old flip-phone that she'd gotten a long, long time ago…
"Look at them, children! Look at them play, my, what a marvelous band!" Mrs. Nockman was cheering for the band members of Panic! At The Disco, the other kids joining in. Emery loved rock from hearing it on the radio, and she was screaming wildly. The concert was a huge success with the kids of the orphanage, and they all got souvenirs from the shop with money that the kind caretaker had lent them. Mrs. Nockman had a passion for rock, so she was more than willing to buy them all, including herself, a few souvenirs. However, while the other children were piling into the woman's huge white van, she stopped Emery. "Emery? Can you come here for a moment please?" Emery felt scared, but she shyly stepped away from the doorway of the automobile and tentatively stepped before Mrs. Nockman. The kind woman caught Emery's scared expression and she laughed gently. "Don't worry, child. I have a present for you!" Emery, only 12 at the time, widened her eyes. She hadn't gotten a present since her tenth birthday! She watched as Mrs. Nockman pulled a small, thin box out from the depths of her pocket. She held it out to Emery, who took it cautiously. She lifted off the cover, and squealed in excitement as she gazed down on a small, adorable flip phone. Emery grabbed it and held it closely to her chest, before throwing her arms around the waist of the older woman. "Thank you Auntie Marie!" She thanked her. The caretaker laughed, and whispered to Emery, "It's no trouble at all, my child! Just be sure to keep it hidden, unless you want everyone else sharing it." Emery quickly shook her head no, then hugged the woman again before bounding into the van, hiding it beneath her jacket.
Since then, Emery had figured out that the phone had a data plan already, and she found her true brethren amongst those of the Hobbit, Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Doctor Who fandoms. Emery smiled, recalling the memory of the previous, nicer caretaker, before sighing. She blearily opened the phone to check the time.
6:34.
Emery's eyes widened, and she cursed as she immediately began to dash around the room, desperately shoving her completed homework and supplies into her backpack and changing out of her pajamas into her Panic! At The Disco t-shirt and a pair of scruffy jeans and boots. She was going to be late if she didn't sprint! Emery quickly grabbed her coat before slowing to tip toe out of her attic, quietly shutting the door behind her.
She snuck down the creaky, old wood stairs, making sure that her shoes didn't make a sound, for she knew the consequences if Ms. Goodman found her. Ms. Goodman, ironically, was not a nice person at all. Instead, the forty-year-old orphanage mistress constantly beat the children, made them clean, anything and everything an evil hag would do of her caliber. Unlike the other, richer orphanages, Ms. Goodman didn't give a damn whether the children under her "care" were adopted or not, so neither did the children. However, Emery knew better, and would constantly make sure that she was ready, just In the case of a miracle occurring to make a couple want to adopt a teenager.
Emery winced as she heard one poor kid being beaten; the…boy's cries were waking up the other children. The lone teen took the chance and nimbly stepped across the broken floorboards with practiced ease, darting out the chipped orphanage door before she could be seen. She closed the rickety door behind her as she breathed in the chilly air. Ms. Goodman called it 'refreshing'. Refreshing my ass, Emery thought bitterly. She rubbed her arms briefly to try and warm them up before she began the ten-mile walk to her public school.
Ms. Goodman was at the very least kind enough to allow the orphans to attend school, so that they could pay the enormous debts that racked up after Ms. Goodman bought her not-so-secret stores of drugs. Most of the kids that had tried to get her arrested for it hadn't been seen again after their endeavors, so that kind of put off attempts to escape the orphanage.
~7:35, Tranquility High~
Emery walked up in front of the imposing school front of Tranquility High and paused, the other crowds of students rushing past her like a smooth stone in a river. She could feel someone's gaze on her, a sense she had developed after years of almost being jumped. A cold feeling of dread washed through her as she heard the regular rough voice. "Hey! Geek! Where do you think you're going!" Emery froze and turned slowly to see Trent DeMarco, the school bully, standing there with his new girlfriend next to him and his lackeys behind him. He smirked at her, and she felt his eyes rake down her body. She shivered, then pulled her jacket closer to her body. "Aw, is the widdle bitty Geek getting scared? Wanna go to your Mommy? Oh, wait, that's right, you don't have a mom." His slut of a girlfriend cooed at Emery, then giggled. Trent laughed raucously with her, his lackeys echoing him. Emery could feel the tell tale pressure in her throat that she was going to cry, but she swallowed it down and sighed, closing her eyes.
"What do you want, DeMarco?"
"What do I want? Well, I want a lot of things..." She snapped her eyes open as he put on a fake thoughtful face, then smirked again as his eyes traveled down her body once more. Emery felt it, but suddenly she felt her sadness and shame disappear and morph into something else, something she usually did not feel in situations like this.
Red-hot anger bubbled up in her body. She didn't know how, but suddenly she felt a burst of bravery.
"You know what DeMarco? You don't give a shit about me, so guess what, the feelings mutual! Therefore, fuck off, and take your goons and your whore of a girlfriend with you." She snapped, her emotions taking over, flipping him the bird. The girl next to him gasped, her glitter covered lips and caked eyes opening in round O's. His goons blinked stupidly, and Trent stepped back a little, shocked that Emery would stand up to him now when she hadn't for so long. Emery felt proud and a little cocky, so she continued. "And you know what? Your stupid little nickname for me actually fits me just right, I'm a nerd, a geek, and I'm proud of it! And, your insults are more useless than a shoe shop in the Shire." She smirked, and turned around to walk off. However, she sensed Trent finally snapping out of his stupor.
She whipped around quickly, her shiny moment gone, to see Trent charging towards her, his fist raised. "You bitch!" He spat in her face. Emery paled, immediately covering her face and hands instinctively. Trent managed to reach around her flailing arms and he slapped her across the cheek, hard. Emery felt his rough palm across her face, her skin rippling from the impact, and she gritted her teeth in pain. That was going to leave a big bruise tomorrow, one she couldn't hide from Ms. Goodman. She fell to the ground, covering her cheek. She looked up and saw Trent's hand coming towards her face for a punch. Emery closed her eyes and awaited the hit.
But it never came.
She peeked her eyes open a bit, then they widened as she saw a different and tanned hand stretched over her head that was holding Trent's fist still and away from Emery's face. A smooth voice came from the figure above her, "Hey! It's rude to hit a lady!" Emery scrambled out of the way and quickly stood up, out of range. She finally got a good look at her savior.
He was a tall, admittedly handsome guy that she'd never seen before. He looked to be around her age. He had bright blond hair, which had a few bright red streaks running through it. He also had the brightest, almost electric blue eyes that Emery had ever seen. Right now, he was snarling with anger at Trent and his buddies, lips curled to reveal slightly pointed white teeth. He was wearing a red v-neck shirt, dark blue jeans, a black leather jacket, and sneakers, with a chain in the pocket of the pants. He had a twinkle in his eyes, but also a dangerous glint to them that Emery wasn't sure to think of. She also saw, for some reason, he had a tiny tattoo on his collarbone. From what she could see, it appeared to be a red, almost dog like robotic face with blank eyes and lines separating the different sections of the face. She stared at him skeptically. He looked disturbingly like a jock to her.
"Who are you, loser? Get out of my way, that bitch needs to be punished—" Trent started angrily, but he was interrupted fiercely by the strange teen.
"Punished for what?! She's done nothing to you; it's you who's been talking her down and insulting her! You should be ashamed of yourself." The stranger yelled at Trent. Trent merely snorted. "Who are you, my mother? Now, get out of the way, freak, before I—" Trent was stopped by a dark glare from the stranger. The teen stepped closer to Trent and, Emery noticed, towered over him with his height. She bit back a laugh at Trent's now fearful expression. "I am not your femme creator," The stranger seethed, his eyes boring into Trent's. "I may be sworn not to harm hu—people, but if I see you hurting this lady or anyone again, I will rip out your internal organs and shove them down your throat." Emery breathed lowly at the shadowy threat. Trent's eyes widened, and he stepped back. He hesitated to run, but after another glare from the stranger he bolted, his lackeys jogging after him.
The guy that had saved her held out a hand to her, his teeth almost blinding her with their whiteness. "Hey, sweetheart. What's a pretty girl like you doing here?" Emery rolled her eyes; she knew it. She ignored his offered hand and stood up, brushing the dust off of her clothing. She shouldered her bag and turned to face him, "Look, I appreciate the assistance that you gave me just now, and I needed it, but why flirt? It's useless." A bolt of surprise went across the guy's face, but instead of giving up, he just flashed an even brighter grin at her. "Aw, but babe, nothing is useless when it comes to what's between you and I." He winked at her.
Emery sighed and shook her head before beginning to walk off. "Thanks, dude! But, no thanks!" She called over her shoulder.
"Wait!"
The teenage girl rolled her eyes again, before turning again to face the stranger, her hands on her hips. "What, exactly, do you want?" She asked, annoyed. She had to get to class, for goodness' sake! He merely grinned, before bowing slightly to her. "Can't the daring prince, for slaying the ugly dragon, at least escort the damsel to her next class?" He asked in a ridiculous posh accent, his eyes going wide in a puppy-eyes state. Emery snorted at the "ugly dragon" part, but winced as the tender flesh of her face was stretched painfully. She quickly covered it with a hand. As he straightened up, Emery saw his eyes fill with genuine worry as he glimpsed her grimacing, hurt face. "Oh, dear, he slapped you." He murmured, taking her hand away from her swollen cheek and examining the area. Emery blushed faintly at the contact, before getting a hold of herself and pushing his hand away and recovering it. "It—it's nothing! I can take care of it—" She muttered, turning away, trying to stay annoyed at his actions. However, she was stopped by a gentle, but firm grip on her wrist. "Sorry, sweetheart, but if you're hurt you're going to the nurse's office, whether you like it or not." The strange boy chuckled, before swiftly tugging her away towards the office.
Emery yelped and clutched her things to her as she was pulled along swiftly through the reappearing crowds of students. My goodness he's fast! Emery thought, wildly dodging obstacles while the faster teen ducked around them effortlessly. She felt them slowing and she peeked around his shoulder to see that they were headed in a beeline to the office's door. When they stopped just in front of it, however, Emery was confused when another guy that looked almost exactly like her savior came around the corner towards them, only with golden streaked hair, golden tattoo, and a yellow shirt. Emery also noticed that he had a certainly less cheerful demeanor than the other, with sharp eyes that glanced at students, who would quickly move away. She shivered, moving ever so slightly closer to the boy—stranger—guy. Emery huffed. She was getting really tired of not knowing his name! She tugged her arm away from his grip.
"Hey, guy I don't know, could you enlighten me and tell me your name already?" Emery asked, exasperated.
"Um, it's, ah, Lucas! Yeah, Lucas!" He fumbled, smiling nervously at her. Emery narrowed her eyes in suspicion at him, before barking out, "Mine's Emery. And that's all you need to know right now."
"Ahem, I'd like to ask you, Lucas, who is this?" The new teen said gruffly, looking over at Emery disinterestedly. "Hey, um, Luke—" Lucas grinned sheepishly. Emery saw the new teen raise his eyebrows. Lucas continued,"-Just bringing this gal over here to the nurse's office, she got slapped by Trent, the little slagger." Lucas turned to Emery, who was staring at the two of them. "Oh, yeah! Emery, meet my twin brother, Luke." She nodded to Luke, who tilted his head towards her in acknowledgement.
Suddenly, she remembered where they were going and stopped. "Sorry, but I can't go in there…" Emery said quietly, tugging her arm away from Lucas's grasp. He looked exasperated. "Why not? Aren't ya supposed to go to these people when you're hurt?" She sighed. "Yeah, but the nurse happens to be Trent's aunt. If I told her her goody little two shoes nephew slapped me, she'd kill me, no treatment." Emery smiled drily. "Ironic, isn't it." She stiffened as she heard the first bell ring ominously. "I have to get to class now. Thank you though, so much for helping me, Lucas, Luke!" She did an awkward little bow in both of their directions before taking off, her bag and long hair flying behind her.
The two twins stared after her; the one dubbed Luke narrowed his eyes at her retreating figure in suspicion. "Alright, Lucas, we gotta get to history soon. No more chasing after pretty girls." He scowled, cuffing his brother over the head.
"I was not chasing after her!" Lucas pouted, before turning to walk next to the other.
/Aw, come on, Sunny! Um, why have we got to get to history so soon, again?/ "Lucas" spoke with his brother over their twin bond.
"Luke" merely groaned over the bond. /Sides, why, of all Autobots, did I get you to be stuck with for eternity!? Remember, we've got to protect a fleshy called Sam Witwicky...his next class is history, after the current period./ Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, as they were really named, walked together to their next "assigned" class.
~Second to Last Period, Chemistry~
Emery was about ready to slam her head into her desk.
The teachers voice droned on, most of the class already asleep or yawning. She sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly before glumly looking down at her quiz results. Ten out of thirty five questions wrong. Again. The teacher had been scandalized; none of the class had gotten A's or even B's (Well, it was a pop quiz, what do you expect). He was now lecturing them about responsibility, studying, etc, etc. Suddenly, the shrill sound of the lunch bell rang. The room, amass with people, quickly emptied, Emery's peers gathering their stuff and running out of the classroom at the speed of light. She sighed again, gently pushing her way out of the crowd into the blissful outdoors, so much fresher than the musty smell of the old classrooms. She breathed deeply, before setting off for U.S History.
Everyone took his or her seats in the cramped classroom, light and fresh air streaming through the open, dusty windows. Emery sat at the back of class so that she wouldn't be in front of Trent and his new girlfriend (God, he already got a different one than this morning! What?!). She saw, to her surprise and suspicion, Lucas and Luke taking their places to the right of the classroom. Neither noticed her, thankfully.
She shrank down in her seat and struggled to pay attention as the teacher took his usual place, lounging lazily in his chair behind the cluttered teacher's desk. "Okay, class! Today, we're going to be finishing off the last presentation for the family genealogy unit." He gestured to a boy Emery knew to be…Sam, Sam Witwicky, who was sitting in front of Trent.
"Mr. Witwicky, you're up."
The guy immediately got up, walked to the front of the classroom, and started to load a bunch of little objects and papers onto the empty presentation desk. "Sorry, I got a lot of stuff…" He muttered as some of the objects spilled over the edge of the desk. Sam shuffled some papers around before clearing his throat and speaking. "For family…"
Emery heard Trent whisper to his girlfriend next to him, "Watch." The bully took a rubber band and, slipping it onto his finger, shot it to hit Sam. Some of her classmates snickered, and the teacher looked up from his papers to ask loudly over the students' laughs, "Who did…who did that? People," The teacher waggled his finger at the class disapprovingly. "Responsibility."
Emery sighed at her classmates' behavior, before returning her attention to the poor boy as he began his presentation.
"So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal. In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf." Sam paused to tap on a point on the miniature world globe he'd brought with him. "So that's the story, right?" He lifted up a few of the objects from the surface of the cluttered desk. "And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th-century seamen."
At this, the class laughed, and the teacher tiredly lifted up his small sign that read 'quiet'. Emery rolled her eyes at her peers' childish behavior, leaning back in her seat. She could see Sam getting flustered and looking briefly at…Trent's girlfriend? She saw him shake his head quickly and continued.
"This here is the quadrant, which you can get for 80 bucks. It's all for sale, by the way. Like the sextant here. $50 for this, which is a bargain." He lifted up a few objects weakly as the class laughed again. Emery felt bad for him, but he really was becoming desperate for money, wasn't he?
The Witwicky boy lifted up a pair of old cracked glasses. "These are pretty cool," He declared. "These are my grandfather's glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet but they've seen many cool things." At this, the teacher interrupted his selling spree. "Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell. It's the 11th grade. I don't think grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing."
Sam sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I know, I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards my car fund."
Emery looked up at this. He's looking for car cash too? She thought to herself, winding her hair between her fingers absentmindedly. She'd been saving up forever from odd jobs from around the neighborhood and Mrs. Nockman's occasional checks, which she had started to send to the teen girl via mail after Ms. Goodman had fired her. Emery, coincidently, had already saved up enough money to get her first car, and she was going today after school. She smiled at the thought, dreaming about the blissful days of not having to walk to school anymore or anywhere to get supplies for her and the other children.
Emery rose out of her musing to hear Sam continue, "…Unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols," Here he gestured to a yellowed copy of an old newspaper article, showing a man with an unhealthy glint in his eyes, with pictures of strange drawings next to him "…and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he'd discovered."
At this ominous piece of information, the final bell rang shrilly, and the rest of the students started to shove their possessions into their bags, eager to get home. The teacher shouted over the din of scraping chairs and talking, "Okay! Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight!"
Emery packed her school bag and lifted it onto her shoulder, walking past Sam on the way out of the door. "Here, you want? Here, 50. 40? 30?" He asked her hopefully. Smiling sadly, she shook her head no. She only had her car money saved up!
Once Emery got out of the classroom, she breathed quickly, giddy with excitement for her car. She shouldered her bag and, confident, strutted off down the crowded hallway towards the entryway of Tranquility High.
Well, ta-da! As you can see, I compiled many chapters into one, and this ended up being 9 fragging pages long! If you liked, be sure to review and follow fore the next updates. :D
I plan to update some time next week, hopefully over the weekend. Goodbye, for now, and I will see all y'all next chapter!
~Valkyrie~
