yehaw! okay, sry everybody that it took so long for me to update this here
story but I've been swamped with a n overload of stuff to do. and the only
reason I can update now is because school is canceled ^__^ though, it's
not like a snow day because we didn't get any more snow.it's more like a
'freeze' day. it's so cold out that if you stood outside for five minutes
without protective clothing, skin that was exposed to the cold would get
frostbite. fun, huh? ^_^ , yeah, I know im crazy, but hey! at least it's
more like a realll winter now. ^_^ well, anywhoo- thanx for the reviews,
and here's the next chapter.
Chapter 15
The One
The Autobots and kids had gone on another mission, leaving Emrial behind. Hmph, who cares? It's not like I wanted to go to Antarctica anyways. She flung a wrench across the room, making a satisfying clatter in a pile of rubbish.
"Bwee dweep?!" Chopper stood next to Emrial.
"Nothing's wrong!" She shouted back at the 'con. "Just forget about it!" Emrial swung her arms in desperation.
"Bweea?" The light blue mini con placed her hand on Emrial's shoulder.
Emrial sighed, seating herself on the edge of the large med bed. A tear sprang to her eye. "No, I'm not angry."
Chopper sat down next to the girl, not about to give up on her friend. "Bwa mee greeah dreep?"
Emrial looked into her friend's optics. "Yes, I'm worried about Trice. I just wish I knew what to do."
Chopper stood, pulling Emrial with her she walked over to where the heap of metal that was Trice still lay. "Fix him." The 'con pointed to the scrap heap.
"Look. I know I'm worried about Trice, but there's no way that I could fix him!" Emrial backed away, waving her arms in front of her face.
"Yes you do. Inside, you do." The 'con spoke again.
"How?" Emrial stopped to think a moment. "Hey! Wait a minute! Did you just talk to me?"
"Brweep." The lawnmower looked quickly away.
"Yeah, you're right. I was probably just imagining things." She sighed, walking over to Trice she kneeled down beside him. "So what should I do?"
"Hwaa."
"Concentrate? Okay, here goes nothing." Emrial placed her hands over the body of her crumpled friend and though deep, hard thoughts.
Suddenly, a light started omitting from her palms. She thought harder. A breeze filled the room, her hair floated upwards. She moved her hands down the length of Trice's body. His armor began to reformat. Cracks and dents were filled in with liquid metal. Missing armor was replaced. Some of the armor turned from the emerald color to that of a brilliant silver. Emrial clamped her eyes shut. She brought her hands over his feet, and it was done. She fell backwards, exhausted. Chopper reached out to catch her, and then gently laid her down so she could rest.
Chopper looked over the new form her buddy had taken. He looks so handsome! If bots could blush Chopper's face would have been a bright pink. She looked down at her human friend, smiling confidently behind her mask. Surely, she is the one.
ooh, another cliffhanger, eh? ^____^ sry, but I'll be leaving it at that, for now. I'll update as soon as I can. only I know what is happening. well, u know what 2 do now. go and review plz! ^_^
Chapter 15
The One
The Autobots and kids had gone on another mission, leaving Emrial behind. Hmph, who cares? It's not like I wanted to go to Antarctica anyways. She flung a wrench across the room, making a satisfying clatter in a pile of rubbish.
"Bwee dweep?!" Chopper stood next to Emrial.
"Nothing's wrong!" She shouted back at the 'con. "Just forget about it!" Emrial swung her arms in desperation.
"Bweea?" The light blue mini con placed her hand on Emrial's shoulder.
Emrial sighed, seating herself on the edge of the large med bed. A tear sprang to her eye. "No, I'm not angry."
Chopper sat down next to the girl, not about to give up on her friend. "Bwa mee greeah dreep?"
Emrial looked into her friend's optics. "Yes, I'm worried about Trice. I just wish I knew what to do."
Chopper stood, pulling Emrial with her she walked over to where the heap of metal that was Trice still lay. "Fix him." The 'con pointed to the scrap heap.
"Look. I know I'm worried about Trice, but there's no way that I could fix him!" Emrial backed away, waving her arms in front of her face.
"Yes you do. Inside, you do." The 'con spoke again.
"How?" Emrial stopped to think a moment. "Hey! Wait a minute! Did you just talk to me?"
"Brweep." The lawnmower looked quickly away.
"Yeah, you're right. I was probably just imagining things." She sighed, walking over to Trice she kneeled down beside him. "So what should I do?"
"Hwaa."
"Concentrate? Okay, here goes nothing." Emrial placed her hands over the body of her crumpled friend and though deep, hard thoughts.
Suddenly, a light started omitting from her palms. She thought harder. A breeze filled the room, her hair floated upwards. She moved her hands down the length of Trice's body. His armor began to reformat. Cracks and dents were filled in with liquid metal. Missing armor was replaced. Some of the armor turned from the emerald color to that of a brilliant silver. Emrial clamped her eyes shut. She brought her hands over his feet, and it was done. She fell backwards, exhausted. Chopper reached out to catch her, and then gently laid her down so she could rest.
Chopper looked over the new form her buddy had taken. He looks so handsome! If bots could blush Chopper's face would have been a bright pink. She looked down at her human friend, smiling confidently behind her mask. Surely, she is the one.
ooh, another cliffhanger, eh? ^____^ sry, but I'll be leaving it at that, for now. I'll update as soon as I can. only I know what is happening. well, u know what 2 do now. go and review plz! ^_^