(Thank you all, really. Three hundred and twenty eight reviews, and only fifty chapters done! I have so far to go still!
Special shout out to Zayren Heart and so many others that if I named every single one of them, then the AN would be several pages long!
I hope you all like how this is unveiling, cause it's really stressful but hella fun to write for a crazy bot~ Enjoy, review, and let toss out a few idea's you'd like to see in the future chapters!)
I volunteered to go and retrieve Mirage, as it's been roughly three weeks give or take a day or two, seeing as he too was landing somewhere in Oregon, only it was towards Lake Foster, which was a lake I had gone swimming in many a time. Lake Foster wasn't actually a lake; it was more or less a reservoir created by the Foster Dam, located not far outside of Sweet Home, home of the inbreeding families. I had a couple friends from there; they said you had to be careful whom you screwed, because it was probably your cousin.
Really fucked up town if I say so.
I have many memories of Foster Lake. This is where I taught my cousins to swim, and where my grandparents' dog saved me when some huge ass fish dragged me under the surface. I don't know what type it had been; only that it had been big. This was also where I learned how to first swim, my own mama had taught me well.
I haven't spoken privately, like father to daughter, to Optimus since I had to break the news to him I had to let them go. I was always with others, and I was usually formal about it. Optimus was no longer Papa. He was Prime, since I was no longer family. The other bots seem to know this too, but they don't treat me any different. I'm still their Primes daughter, whether or not the bond was broken. I don't really give a shit ether way, how they treat me or don't. I've tapped into my hard ass military woman again, and keep that face up until I get alone with the twins.
The twins… They are wonderful to me, and I do not deserve them at all. They stay with me, and always subconsciously reassure me or say things in their sleep. They even will gently rest their arms over my shoulders, or thread our arms together in the 'we're off to see the wizard' style if we're not doing much. They seem to know that I need- need- gentle, casual, and sometimes not casual touches to keep myself calmer and less tense. Smug bastards also love to cuddle with me at night.
The voice hasn't really done much new; talked, and talked my audio receptors numb, yes. Give me put downs yes, and the occasional dark thought of hurting someone, yeah. Send me pictures that have on several occasions made me regurgitate my energon in the shower, yes that too. Always when I'm in the shower and alone. Mama's voice says its because it doesn't want anyone to know just yet, that it tries to make me crazy. I've taken to drinking less energon, to lessen the amount I lose when I end up purging it in the showers.
To my credit, I only snapped once, and that was at the mini twins. I didn't get accused of losing my mind when I literally beat them with their own arms. Ironhide does it all the time, so Ratchet said that it was a matter of time before someone else picked up the habit. I'm not too thrilled about it… but I guess when they used some sort of wax to make the floors super slick and impossible to stand on in one dead end hallway, that they deserve it. Especially when you get an eight bot pile up. I got stuck in the middle, and damn it, Wheeljack is heavy!
Speaking of mister 'Teehee, lookie at my new awesome invent- boom!', he has made a hell of a lot of progress on the MCR's. In a couple of days, I'm supposed to take them for their final test flight, to make sure that all the bugs are done and gone. Then the sweet pair of flying tools are all mine! While I don't have seeker wings, I do in fact have more maneuverability in my little door wings then the seekers do, which can be both a blessing and a curse. If I twitch my wings the wrong way, I can spiral out of control, it happened on a test run and made me face plant into the sand.
Note to self, sand tastes like shit to robot tongues.
So we were already here at the lake, this time I got stuck with Prowl and Jazz. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were needed for something else, something I'm not sure of what it is yet. Anyways, I play the role of the commanding medical officer for this little team, and as it happens, when it comes to field orders, a medical officer can order everyone, even a Prime within reason, to do what ever is needed. I don't do that really, I just kind of let them do their own little thing, and I do mine. Honestly Prowl scares me. His horns that always make it seem like he's glaring at you…
It's kind of awkward, like really awkward. Seeing as I'm female, and have female's intuition, I can sense the fact that there is some major sexual tension between the two of them. Jazz had said that they were supposed to have gotten spark mated, but had to go separate ways. I haven't really talked to Prowl, due to the fact I had stated in the paragraph above. That, and he didn't really interact with me unless absolutely necessary.
So here I sat, with my knees curled up into my chassis and my arms wrapped around my knees. Between my spread door wings rested the bark of an old gnarled Douglas Fir tree, and the soft green grass of the late summer's night tickled my sensitive wiring as it wheedled between my armoring. My toes were gently settled in the lake, the cool water rippling around them and gently cooling my sensors. The lake itself was aglow from the light of the half moon that currently occupied the sky. The stars shined brightly, with no clouds obscuring them from view.
It was peaceful, so wonderfully quiet and peaceful with the voice actually being silent for now.
Prowl stood not to far away, watching for any signs of human life. We were currently on the far end of the lake, where no humans lived within a good ten, fifteen-mile radius. Jazz was standing shin deep in the water, or for humans it would be a little bit over their heads, scanning the stars for Mirages comet, which is due to enter the atmosphere soon. From there, it would take only a couple minutes for him to land, and from what Prowl had briefly muttered, Mirage would be landing about a quarter of a mile from the Lake shore.
"So peaceful. Lets fuck it up, shall we?" The voice chirped quietly from the back of my mind. If I was with other bots, usually it was shoved back so I could hear them and respond better. Sometimes it doesn't though.
I sighed and dropped my head down onto my arms with a not so quiet clang. My optics drifted shut, and I mumbled quietly enough that the other bots couldn't hear me. "Go away damn you. I don't want you here. Go back to your corner."
It chuckled in a way that sent my mothers voice singing painfully through my processor. "Of course, love, of course. Take your peace for now. But I'll be back later." And I felt it retreat again.
I heard Jazz splash back up towards me from the lake, and then his steps as he approached. He set a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I raised my head and opened my optics to look at him. "He's entered the atmosphere. Mirage 'll land in a couple of minutes, Lil lady. You got your med kit ready?"
I nodded with a long sigh. "Yeah, it's in my subspace. I actually got spare armor bits for if I need to weld something." I said.
Jazz gently knelt and set a hand on my head, slightly squishing my antennas. "Good for you, kiddo." He gave me a perceptive look, the deep aqua blue that was his visor glinting in a way that portrayed what his optics themselves actually were looking at. "Care tah tell me what's eating your processor?" he asked. Jazz settled down slightly, his hydraulics in his leg shifting and hissing like a well-oiled powerhouse engine.
I flicked my antennas against his palm, and he moved enough I was comfortably free. "Lots of things." I said.
He gave me a laugh. "Way tah be cryptic there, Lil lady." He then sighed. "Tell me one thing?"
"I don't really want to talk about it Jazz."
"Just one and ah will leave you alone." Damn Jazz and his persistence.
I shifted and unwrapped myself. Jazz stood and offered me the hand that had been on my head, which I took and let the smaller mech pull me to my feet. For being three feet smaller, the little silver saboteur is strong. He hauled me easily to my feet, where upon I brushed off any lingering vegetation.
"Sure." I said as I straightened and looked skyward. Faintly in the distance I could see something approaching. I glanced back down to Jazz, my blue optics settling on his. I blinked a couple times then looked away with a sigh. "Jazz, can I ask you something first?" Maybe I could get Jazz and Prowl to go talk, so I could drop the subject. Yeah, that should work.
"Sure." He shrugged and looked to the sky. I caught sight of Prowl slightly paying attention to what we were doing. The black and white police mech was turned slightly to face us, but his eyes still scanned the area.
I rocked slightly on my hips, and propped a hand on my hip. "Do you fear death?"
"Everyone fears death to some extent." Jazz answered.
I nodded. "Good answer. In my opinion, everything dies at one point or another. I don't fear death." I said honestly. "What I fear is losing everyone dear to me." I caught Jazz glancing over at Prowl. I smiled internally.
"What brought that up?" He asked.
With a dry smile upon my lip plates, I said slowly so it didn't seem like I was pulling it out of my ass, "I believe that you should take every moment you can with the ones you love, 'cause you never know when it'll be your last."
He arched an eyebrow plating at me. "Take your own advice, yeah?"
I gave a snort and gave him a small light humored shove against his shoulder. "You know what I'm getting at, don't ya?" I waved at Prowl. "I know you heard too."
"Indeed." Prowl grunted.
I sighed. "It's awkward being the third party here, with all your sexual tension." I gave a laugh at the looks on their faces.
"Now lil' Lady, you shouldn't be-"
The comet that is Mirage sailed over us and started its path through the forest. I gave a bark of half humored laughter and took off after it. I streaked through the familiar breed of trees that are the Douglas fir, occasionally an oak, walnut, or noble fir among others would pass me. It took a bit, mainly because I wasn't in the mood to full on sprint, but I got there. The trench was short, but fairly deep. Down further, was a dark silver shape that was in the midst of a transformation, but it looked as if its wrist was bothering it.
I walked to the edge as the bot that was Mirage stood up and gently fingered his wrist. "You know," I drawled, "it would be best if you let me look at that before you screw it to high heaven."
Mirage whirled and his arm transformed into a type of rifle I'm guessing. He clicked something at me in Cybertronian.
"Calm your self." I stated. I showed him my thigh Autobot marking. "Not a con, but I don't speak Cybertronian." He clicked at me again. "Ether learn English, or we're going to have a serious problem here." I drawled again. Reaching down, I subspaced my medical kit and settled it into one hand.
Prowl and Jazz arrived a moment later, and Prowl walked calmly down into the trench and set into some sort of long discussion with Mirage as Jazz stood guard for now. Damn the language I don't seem to speak. After a moment, Mirage put his gun away.
I silently slipped down into the trench and approached him. Mirage allowed me to take his wrist, and then I looked at it. There wasn't too much damage; a couple cracks in the main frame and some wiring damage. I took out my tools and set to work.
"Ai, ai, ai, chika, must you be so rough?" A Spanish tinged voice sounded from the mech I was working on.
"Shush, your not the one working on wiring." I stated.
He gave me a snort. "And what is your designation, femme?"
"First off, it's rude to ask some ones name without giving your own." I stated.
"Forgive me, I am the handsome Autobot Mirage." He said. "It is a pleasure," sarcasm, "to make your acquaintance."
"Indeed." I said. "Nightstrider."
"Lovely."
OOOh, he is an ass! A pompous ass!
