A/N: Waddup my Peeps! Here's my next chapter for Invisible Guardian. Again to those who are reading my other story, Fury of the Night, I will try my best to at least write the next chapter, even if I don't post it. 'Tis another A/N at the bottom of the chapter.
Dislaimer: i don't own Transformers. At all. I do however mention any and all OCs mentioned in this story.
Wolfimus Prime: I'm glad you like this story, and that you enjoy Alex's attitude and sass. :)
Blah= Italian
'Blah'= Thoughts
:Blah:= Comm Link
Optimus steps into his office, jumping slightly at the sight of Mirage. The red spy is standing in front of his desk, arms crossed and a slight scowl on his faceplates.
"Prime, we need to talk."
Optimus moves to his desk, sitting down. Once settled, he nods to Mirage. At that simple gesture, the normally fairly calm Mech explodes.
"I can't do this Prime!" He starts pacing "I am not one who can take care of a human, much less a child! It is hard enough when half the Team doesn't trust me, and now you want me to take care of a child Optimus! A Human child! Hai pensato per un secondo che non voglio una carica?! Eri troppo stupido per pensare anche alle conseguenze?!"
Optimus's optics widen. Mirage got frustrated, everyone did. But the Mech NEVER got mad enough to do THIS. When he got mad enough to start speaking in Italian, you better hope you weren't the target. He was scary once he got started.
As the Spy continues to rant in the foreign language, Optimus slowly sinks lower and lower, until only his optics are seen. Optimus watches the angry red Mech in front of him, scared for his life, when the door opens.
Prowl was a responsible Mech. He had some important Datapads for Optimus, so he decided to go to the Autobot Leader's office to give them to him. As he gets closer, he hears some muffled commotion, but thinks nothing of it. Optics still on the Datapad, he walks through the door, looks up, and pauses, taking in the scene in front of him.
An angry Mirage. Ranting in Italian. And the fearless Autobot Leader cowering behind his desk. Prowl takes all this in for a few seconds, then turns right around and walks out the door, ignoring the pleading look Optimus throws his way.
Mirage finishes his rant, feeling slightly better. He turns to Optimus, and sighs when he sees the larger Mech staring at him with wide optics.
"Finished?"
"Yes Optimus. I am finished." Relieved, the Prime relaxes slightly, sitting straight up again.
"Now, Mirage. There is a reason I chose you to be Alexandra's Guardian. That reason is that I truly believe you will be able to get through to her. It will be difficult-"
Mirage snorts, "That's an understatement."
"-but not impossible." Optimus continues, ignoring the interruption.
He gets up and moves to Mirage, placing a servo on the smaller Mech's shoulder.
"The Team as a whole may not trust you, but I do." Mirage sighs.
"Alright Optimus. I will…try to be a Guardian. I don't agree with this, but I will try."
Optimus smiles, "That is all I'm asking Mirage. Now, you should go find your charge. I don't think any of us want her to be corrupted by Sideswipe this early. She did just meet us after all."
With a simple nod, Mirage leaves, allowing the Prime to release the massive sigh he had been keeping in.
'I know you will be able to get to her Mirage. She'll need you as much as you'll need her.'
Alex looks around at the massive halls. She had quickly gotten bored of watching the soldiers embarrass themselves on the obstacle course. 'Cody could wipe the floor with those guys.'
Holding back a snort, she continued walking through the halls, not seeing the figure approaching until it's too late. The two people collide, and Alex quickly fixes her sunglasses.
"What are you doing here?! No civilians are allowed on this base!" Alex looks up, and nearly chokes on laughter.
The man in front of her was middle-aged, with a balding head, beady eyes, and wearing a slightly rumpled suit. All-in-all, not the most intimidating figure.
The teen moves to the side, already walking past him, stopping when the man grabs her arm. Alex growls, ready to deck him, when a lightly-accented voice stops them.
"Director Galloway." The two look up, and Alex's eyes narrow.
Standing in the hallway, looking like he doesn't have a care in the world, is Mirage. Arms crossed, hip cocked, the Mech looks completely relaxed.
"I believe you have found my missing charge. I am grateful for that. Now, if you will excuse us-"
"Wait. This kid is with you?! I swear, everytime I come, you aliens have another human involved in your Civil War that doesn't concern us."
With those few sentences, Mirage's whole demeanor changes. His optics flash, expression darkening, and armor flaring, making him appear larger to the already small humans. Alex isn't scared, but she feels this Galloway dude stiffen at the sight. Mirage kneels down, coming right into the man's face.
"Director Galloway. You would do wise to mind what you say around us aliens. Some of us would not take kindly to words like that. Especially from a piccola donnola patetico like you. This child not only is now in the custody of Major Lennox and his family, but she is also a charge of the Autobots, me included. And our War concerned you the second Megatron was found in the ice. By humans. Understand?"
The man nods quickly, releasing Alex, who rubs her arm slightly. Once the man is gone down the hallway and out of sight, Mirage relaxes.
"I didn't need your help." Mirage looks down at the teen at his pedes.
Alex is staring right at him, holding her arm. Mirage reaches for it, concerned, but Alex moves out of the way.
"It's fine. Just leave it alone." Mirage frowns.
"I will not, as you put it, 'just leave it alone'. He hurt you, didn't he? Let me see."
Alex holds his gaze for a few more seconds, then huffs, holding out her arm. Mirage gently moves the sleeve of her shirt, and his optics narrow, seeing the large bruise already forming. He curses, and gently picks the girl up, ignoring her protests. Moving in the direction of the Medbay, he comms. Ratchet.
:Ratchet. I require your assistance.:
:I'm here Mirage. What happened?:
Mirage explains what happened, and hears the older Mech curse colorfully.
:I swear. I am this much closer to ignoring Prime's rule of no harming humans, strapping that man down, and dissecting him. Slowly.: Mirage fights a smile.
:You are not the only one Ratchet. I believe everyone, even Optimus, would enjoy taking a shot or two at the piccolo donnola patetico.:
Stepping into the Medbay, Mirage moves over to the berth the lime-green Mech waves him to. He sets Alex down, being mindful of her arm. Alex kicks his servo, growling.
"You ever pick me up like that again, I'll dismantle you for spare parts, run those parts through a shredder, and let glow-stick over there try to put you back together."
Ratchet smirks. :I like her.:
:If you only knew.:
Ignoring the comment, Ratchet activates his Holoform. A middle-aged man with peppered gray hair, a lime green collared shirt, khakis, a pair of combat boots, and dog tags. His Holoform moves over to the teen, and Mirage notices her move away again.
'She must have a problem with being touched.'
After a bit of rough coaxing on his part, Ratchet succeeds in inspecting Alex's arm. He puts a special cream on the bruise, and wraps a bandage around it. His Holoform vanishes, and he offers a servo to his patient. Alex looks at it with nothing but distrust, then slowly moves over to the servo, sliding onto it. After making sure she's secure, Ratchet lowers his servo to the ground, allowing Alex to get off.
Once the girl is on the ground again, Ratchet turns to the Spy.
:She'll be fine. Bring her back in about two days so I can look at the bruising. He may be, to quote Ironhide, 'a pathetic fleshling', but Galloway has a strong grip. For now though, take her to the Mess Hall for some food. It's well into the afternoon.:
Mirage nods, and gestures for Alex to follow him. The Teen frowns, but follows, the two of them walking out the door. Ratchet chuckles when the door closes.
'Mirage. You have no idea what you have gotten into. Life here has just gotten more interesting.'
A/N-So in case you're curious about what Mirage is saying in Italian, here it is (and please keep in mind, this is from Google Translate):
1. Hai pensato per un secondo che non voglio una carica?!= Did you think that maybe I don't want a charge?!
2. Eri troppo stupido per pensare anche alle conseguenze?!= Were you too stupid to even think of the consequences?!
3. Piccola donnola patetico.= Pathetic little weasel.
So there you have it folks. The new chapter of Invisible Guardian.
