(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Dagny, Anwen, and any other OC's I've added into the story.)
(Authors Note: Hello dearest readers, fellow writers, fangirls, fanboys, and TF fans of every faction, genera, gender, race, religion, and nationality! Thank you all so much for taking the time to read this latest chapter and for choosing to read this particular story of mine! Now, I'll be working on future content, but I also need to upload new chapters for my other stories; however this story and Bleu Lambos have been my primary focus for a while now...Honestly, it's not my fault that I have so many ideas for them: the chapter content just flows from my mind like water off a goose. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter and if you'd like, feel free to leave a comment. Until next time, stay amazingly awesome!)
"English/French"
'Mental thoughts'
"Flashbacks"
'Sarcasm' (or emphasis)
{Cybertronian}
::Sparkbonds::
:Speaker talk:
::Comm. Link::
*:Phone calls:*
Chapter 5
Shortly after 1230, there came a soft *knock, knock, knock* on Dagny's door, to which the young brunette tiredly spoke up:
"Come in."
Upon opening the door, Anwen Bleu stepped inside with a reusable shopping bag of supplies and a cake carrier in her hands, while beside her stood a familiar holoform with her puppy nestled in his arms. "Bonjour, Dagny. I hope we weren't disturbing you."
At her sincerity, she shook her head and donned her glasses, "No, you weren't. I was just resting my eyes for a few minutes." Glancing over at the 'man' beside her, she couldn't help but smile, "Nice to see you again, Sideswipe. How have you been lately?"
He shrugged while gently scratching Kenobi's chin, "I'm alright; though, I should be asking you that question."
She glanced over at what remained of her arm and sighed, "Honestly, I feel like Death hungover, but otherwise, I'm perfectly fine."
Anwen placed the cake carrier on the bed tray before she and Sideswipe sat down in the adjacent chairs. "Are you sure you're okay?"
With a frown, Dagny cast her eyes downward and lightly shook her head, "..No...not entirely. I mean, I'm still coming to terms with the fact that my hand and most of my forearm are now gone. I guess I'm still in a state of shock even though I was fully aware that this was going to be the outcome. Regardless, I'll be alright in due time."
"Well, I just want you to know that we're here for you if you need anything."
"Thank you."
"Of course. By the way, Morticia is doing fine. I stayed with her for a little while last night and again this morning when I went over to feed her breakfast."
At that, Dagny emitted a sigh of relief, "I appreciate you looking after her while I'm here."
"Well, I quite enjoy her presence. She's a very sweet cat."
"Yea," she agreed before glancing at the container, "So, this is off topic, but I need to ask: what's with the cake carrier? Is it someone's birthday?"
She smiled and shook her head, "Non (No). But technically, it's always someone's birthday, which means it's always acceptable to eat cake."
"Well, I can't argue with that logic," she smirked while Anwen removed the carrier lid, revealing a beautiful triple-layered chocolate mousse cake. "Holy fuck, did you actually make that?"
"She did, but she had a little help from Sunny and I," Sideswipe replied with a smile as he sent the young ginger a loving pulse through their shared bond, while she removed a bread knife and began cutting the cake into slices.
"Wait, wait, wait, Sunstreaker actually used his holoform?! I've never seen him activate it before."
"Oui. He uses it quite often in my presence; however, he doesn't like using it in front of others, hence why he's not here with us at the moment."
"That, and he's currently busy patrolling the island with Bluestreak and Bumblebee," Sideswipe added as he set Kenobi on the floor and removed plates and forks from the bag. "Since yesterday's attack, we've been doubling down on our patrols and combing the island for stragglers that may have been left behind deliberately or not. So far, Barricade is the only one that's been incarcerated."
At that, Dagny's doe eyes widened, "There's a Decepticon here?!"
"Oui. He was taken down into the brig for medical treatment and interrogation." Using a paper towel to wipe off the knife, Anwen then dished up cake for the three of them.
Upon graciously accepting her cake, Dagny asked, "How bad were his injuries?"
"Borderline fatal," Sideswipe admitted. "When Mirage sank his blades into him, he somehow missed his spark by less than an inch. I heard from Ironhide that he also ended up needing an energon transfusion halfway through his surgery. Guess who was his donor?"
"Who?"
"Bumblebee."
Both women were stunned at his answer, to which Anwen curiously asked, "Aren't they rivals?"
He nodded as a small smirk lined his face, "In a sense, yes. Ironic, isn't it?"
"Very," Dagny agreed as she slightly worried her lip before asking, "Would it be possible for me to go down there and see him? I doubt he was the one who dropped the bomb that led to my current disfigurement; but nonetheless, he was still part of the fleet that attacked us and I would like to confront him about it."
Both Anwen and Sideswipe shared a look before he finally answered, "While I admire your courage in wanting to face him, I'm afraid that's something you'll have to talk to Optimus about."
*sigh* "Very well." Using her one remaining hand, she then picked up a fork and took a bite of the mousse cake, to which her doe eyes immediately lit up. "Sugar honey iced tea, this is delicious!"
That comment caused Anwen to giggle, "I'm glad you like it."
"I do. Thank you both for making it. And tell Sunstreaker thanks for his help."
"Oh, we will," Sideswipe replied with a smirk as he casually took a bite of cake. "Mmm, Primus, this tastes amazing! Remind me to thank Ratchet again for finally getting those holoform upgrades installed."
"Sure thing," Anwen smiled while sending him and Sunstreaker a pulse of adoration, to which they returned her loving gesture, bringing a soft blush to her freckled cheeks.
"So, what are y'all's plans for the holidays," Dagny casually asked as Kenobi hopped onto the bed and sprawled out across her legs, bringing a smile to her lips.
"Well, since my brother is now back on base, I was thinking of spending my Christmas break here with him, while also dedicating some of that time to hanging out with the Autobots," she gave Sideswipe a secret wink, causing him to return the flirtatious gesture while Dagny was distracted with petting Kenobi. "What about you? Do you think you'll be discharged before the planes leave Diego Garcia?"
The brunette shook her head as she picked back up her fork and leisurely stabbed another morsel of cake, "No. I'll probably just call or Skype with my family, since I'm not in ideal condition to be traveling at this time. The doctors want to keep me here for observation for at least a week, but despite everything, I see this as a small blessing because now I don't have to physically interact with my older sister and deal with her melodrama."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
She slightly waved her stump in a 'forget about it' manner, "No, it's fine. I'm actually kinda relieved to be staying here in Diego Garcia rather than traveling home to Salem. Sure, I'll miss my parents, my other siblings and my extended family, but if you knew my elder sister, you wouldn't want to be stuck in the same house with her for an entire week."
"While I don't have a sister, I can certainly relate to not wanting to stay around a toxic person for any lengthy period of time." Curious, she then asked, "So, you have multiple siblings?"
Dagny swallowed a bite of cake and gave her a nod, "Yep. Three sisters and one brother. Alba is my elder sister, and my brother, Rian, is her twin: They're 28 years old. Livia is my younger sister and will be turning 21 in February. And Brigit is my youngest sister and she'll be 18 in August. As for me, I'm the middle child and will be turning 26 next Halloween."
"Condamner (Damn), if I had known your birthday was on Halloween, I would have baked you a cake back then."
"Well, technically you did," she gestured to the mousse cake. "It's just a little belated."
"I guess you're right," she smirked. "So, I have to ask: What was it like growing up with four siblings?"
"Chaotic," she admitted before taking another bite of cake. "Imagine five kids struggling to get ready for school every morning, but there's only one bathroom with a shower. Between the five of us, there were only three bedrooms. Since Rian was the only boy, he had his own room, whereas I had to share one with Alba, while Livia and Brigit shared the other one. Also, if you had snacks in the house, you had to be crafty in hiding them or else they'd disappear."
"Wow. How did you manage?"
"Resourceful ingenuity, careful planning, and sheer pettiness. For example: Alba had a rather nasty habit of stealing my clothes without my permission, so I decided to get some petty revenge on her by taking an old perfume bottle and filling it with watered down sriracha chili sauce. Afterwards, when I did the laundry, I took her panties and bras out of the washer and sprayed all of them with the chili mist before tossing them into the dryer or hanging them up to air dry. The next day when she went to put on some clean undergarments, she got quite a shock when her tata's and yum-yum started burning."
At that, both Anwen and Sideswipe emitted a laugh, which brought a smile to Dagny's face. Although her day had been rather depressing and dreary, she was at least glad to be smiling again, despite her current situation.
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-Meanwhile-
Having been moved from his cell and into the interrogation room, Barricade was now sitting before the Autobot SIC, while Ironhide stood outside the door in case he needed to intervene. Meanwhile, Optimus Prime, Elita, Jazz, and Colonel Lennox stood across from the two-way mirror in the adjacent room and watched as Prowl interrogated the Decepticon scout:
"..You don't seem surprised that your comrades left you behind."
"Why should I? I was careless enough to be injured and knocked into a stasis-lock. As far as they know, I was just another casualty. Speaking of which, nice job in eliminating some of those damn humans. I despised working with them."
"Yes, your faction has always looked down upon smaller and physically weaker creatures, so it was quite a surprise to see humans fighting alongside your fellow Cons. Tell me, who were those humans?"
He narrowed his optics at the Praxion, "They're part of a splinter cell group called M.E.C.H."
At that, Prowl raised a brow, "I've heard of that group, but why would they team up with the Decepticons?"
Barricade shrugged and sat back in his chair, "Who knows; I didn't bother to ask. Maybe Starscream just wanted some humans to kiss his aft and worship him, or maybe he needed someone to actually fear him."
The SIC slightly flit his doorwings, knowing the younger mech was lying: He obviously knew more than he was letting on, but he wasn't about to divulge that information so easily.
(Another Authors Note: Hello again, dear readers, fellow writers, and TF fans! I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter because I've still got plenty more where this came from. By the way, I figured I clarify some little things: M.E.C.H. is a splinter group from the Prime series, but I wanted to add them into this story because I figured it would add some further conflict/structure. Also, before you judge: Dagny has always had issues with her older sister because Alba has always been spiteful towards her. That, and she (Alba) also has this 'I'm the victim and I'm entitled and I'm better than everyone else' attitude. Looking back, I probably should have named her Karen LOL Anyways, I'll continue to write more content, but until next time, remember to stay amazingly awesome!)