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Chapter 3-Ordinary Miracle
Siren watched the people rush about their day, watched the cars go back and forth bearing human being hurrying off to who-knows where. To the black femme, it was intriguing, but any human being it was just every day activities, and the two sports cars sitting by the side of the road, albeit illegally parked, weren't anything unusual. Illegal, but no unusual.
Siren, may I suggest we leave before we're spotted? Don't forget there are Decepticons in this human city. Jazz said in earnest.
Siren's optical sensors turned up as her optics scaled a strangely shaped building about twenty meters away. She examined it for a moment, and counted sixty-two organic workers, and five-hundred and sixteen robot workers.
For the first time in one thousand stellar cycles, Siren smiled at the exchange between the organic and the technological; a haven of two species working together the way she had only ever seen Cybertronians work together.
"I wonder, Jazz, is this what a miracle is?" Siren started to turn out onto the street, but the white sports car next to her pulled in front of his charge.
"I dunno whachu talkin' about, but we have to move before those authority bots get too interested." Jazz said, his scanners searching the skies, watching four small yellow flying robots with flashing red lights.
"Okay." Siren smiled though she knew Jazz could not see it due their both being in alt mode.
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Bumblebee walked along the park path, having lost track of Sari as the human child chased after Sparkplug the robot dog. The metal mutt had stolen Sari's key, and ran away with it. Bumblebee wasn't to worried since the All-spark infused key was probably safer not in Sari's hands. The yellow mech chuckled to himself then looked up at the sky. A few fluffy, white clouds rolled overhead, blocking the sun for a moment. The youngbot still didn't quite understand weather, whether it be Earth or Cybertron, the thought of precipitation, sunshine, sudden downpours-all of it wasn't his area. He could vaguely remember someone asking him about rain once, but the memory was like a stop-sign in the distance; you can see the basic shape of it, and you know instinctively what it means, but you still can't read it clearly.
Lining the park, trees taller than Bumblebee reached green-leafed branches to the sky, wishing silently they could be taller.
It was commonplace on Earth to see such beauty in nature, but to Bumblebee, a visitor from an outside world, the planet itself was like a small miracle in the making. He had never quite known what a miracle was until coming to Earth, and suddenly felt like he saw them everyday.
Or maybe he was just getting too sentimental because of what Ratchet had told him.
Bumblebee had always thought life given by the Allspark was a gift to be cherished, not something to be used for battle. No matter how much he tried, the yellow mech had a difficult time trying to understand how the Autobot Council could used Siren to fight their war.
If what Ratchet said was right, Bumblebee and Siren were two pods in a stasis hold. Despite his broken memory, and the uncertainty of whether Siren had actually existed, or if she was just a dreambot, Bumblebee desperately wanted to see her right now.
He tried to remember her face, maybe tried too hard. The yellow mech stopped walking, and stared helplessly out at the path ahead of him, no one in sight. "Siren." He murmured, a drop of coolant leaking from his right optic, and falling down the right side of his faceplate. "I want to remember you." He said to the quiet park, sounds of the city seemed to be far away right then. "Please, Siren." He looked up at the clouds.
Sari ran over the hill, Sparkplug back on his leash, and her key safely back around her neck. The red-haired girl spotted Bumblebee standing in the middle of the path, staring up at the sky like a dope, and chuckled. She opened her mouth to call out to her yellow mechanical friend, but the Autobot let out a yell before the human could say anything.
"SIREEEEEEN!"
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Siren slammed on her brakes, and scanned the alleyway. "Did you hear something?" She extended her audio sensors like a satellite dish on the roof of the car, the metal dish spinning slowly, searching for the sound.
"No, I didn't hear anything." Jazz crouched ahead in robot form, scanning for the Decepticon signals they had detected earlier.
A drop landed on siren's hood, and the dish retracted hurriedly. "Did you feel that?" she gasped, and transformed to robot mode.
Jazz frowned. "I told you to stay in vehicle form."
Another drop landed on Siren's shoulder.
Then another.
And another.
The rain patted faster and faster, making Siren smile. She lifted her arms pools of water gathering in her palms.
"Rain." Siren giggled slightly. "I remember rain." She smiled slightly.
Jazz started. "Siren." He stared at her at a loss for words.
"He's here." Siren's smile grew. "I can feel it." She looked at Jazz, grinning then turned tail, and ran back toward the street.
Ran had taken them apart, and now Siren was sure it would bring them back together again. The black and blue femme ran down the street, not caring who saw her, or who pointed. She could feel him here in the city, standing under the same sky, feeling the same rain.
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Two yellow birds flew past Bumblebee, but the yellow mech wasn't paying attention. His sensors were on high alert, and something was coming. It had Cybertronian signature, but the rain interfered with his sensors, and made it difficult to discern whether the signal was Autobot or Decepticon.
"Sari, get behind me." Bumblebee instructed, turning to face the direction he'd come from.
Sari ran behind Bumblebee, Sparkplug held in her arms. She gulped, and stared up at her yellow mech friend in a panic.
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To yellow birds made it to their nest just as a black and blue femme ran past, smiling. She could feel him stronger now, her sensors detected a Cybertronian signature ahead, and her spark became overjoyed
It had been so long, too long in fact, since Siren had even hear Bumblebee's name in passing. She could hear Jazz behind her, calling for her to stop, transform, and hide, but she was done hiding, done running away from the world. This was her chance to start over. War was all she had ever known, but it stopped here and now, on this little planet in the middle of nowhere.
When Bumblebee had woken up that morning, he had himself convinced it was all just a dream. Everything Ratchet had said, everything he had seen or felt since his nightmare.
Now, here, he knew it was all real. The dream had happened, the femme did exist; he was even older than he thought, but it didn't change the way he felt at that precise nanosecond.
She had always been a part of his spark, and somehow he had known it, but today he was sure. The signal drawing nearer was so familiar, he could have identified it in his recharge cycle, and in all fairness he had, he just hadn't realized it yet.
Siren ran through the rain despite the thunder, and her bodyguard's calls. One-hundred meters and she knew he would be there.
Fifty meters
Bumblebee stared intently. The signal drew closer. Twenty meters away, he should be able to see it by now.
Bumblebee gasped as the figure came into view. A black Cybertronian ran toward him. A larger, white mech was behind it, but Bumblebee hardly noticed.
Siren could see the yellow mech ahead of her, but was it really Bumblebee? She slowed her pace, and stopped ten meters away from him.
The two stared at each other. The yellow mech looked a little different, but all in all he was exactly the same as she remembered him.
Bumblebee silently cursed his memory banks. The black femme stared at him smiling, rain pouring down on her head. The yellow mech narrowed one optic. He could feel it in his spark that this was her, she looked exactly as she did in his dream.
Black femme legs, curved body, a definitely femme chassis, and the wiry blue lines throughout her body that stood her out from other mechs had changed to blue flames on her legs probably spawned from her alt mode. His blue optics rose to meet hers, and he started. He hadn't seen her optics in his dream, and they appeared a startling yellow.
Siren had to find her vocal processor before she could speak to the yellow mech. "Bumblebee?" she whispered.
Bumblebee started at the sound of his own name, and as if by instinct, he heard his voice respond semi-automatically.
"Siren."