Chapter 47
Back on Earth
By KatDrama
Disclaimer: Aw...you guys know this by now, don't ya?!
She had once been just an ordinary earth girl, happy to live by a boring schedule in a boring life. That was past. This was present. Who knew what the future might hold?
Hours after her supposed demise she had been resurrected by her three mini con pals who combined with her, to form the femme Transformer that has since then been suitably dubbed 'Blackhawk' for her futuristic military style alt form that is similar to the now-a-days Black Hawk helicopter. She had flown and melded through the tough hide to reach the heart and soul of the behemoth, Unicron. Unsheathing her sword she thrust it through the beating organ, his mech fluids draining rapidly. She turned her head upwards to see her friends retreating. Using all her strength she created a force field to protect her as the giant imploded. And still, all that was a blur.
She didn't know how long she had been with them, but their time together had been precious and dear to her, as if it was the only thing she had ever known. (Even though it WAS the only she ever remembered because of her amnesia.) She had fought by their sides, gotten hurt numerous times, and even ended up falling in love with now of them!
Now, as the familiar scenery of Earth greeted her she couldn't help but feel like her friends were betraying her.
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"But WHY can't I stay on Cybertron?!"
"Because, we have a lot of stuff to clean up before this place will be suitable to be inhabited by another species." Optimus sadly shook his head.
"But I can help!"
The commander gave a sorrowful sigh. "Look, Emrial. The best way for you to help us out right now is by returning to Earth."
"But..." Her lower lip began to tremble as tears welled up in her bright blue eyes.
"Hey...chin up! It's not like we'll be gone forever! We'll come back, I promise." Jet Fire smiled slightly as he placed a large finger beneath her quivering chin.
"Promise?" She hugged the extended finger loosely with her arms.
Underneath his mask, the corners of Jet Fire's mouth turned upwards. "Promise."
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"Now, you won't be forgetting you promise, will you?" Emrial turned to ask Jet Fire.
"Sheesh, we've only been on the planet 5-nano-seconds and you've already asked that question at least a dozen times!" Hot Shot grouched. For some reason or another he had not been happy since Unicron's defeat. Emrial assumed that he was just trying to not show how sad he was to be leaving the kids. But in reality, he just wanted to hurry up and leave so he could forget about HER.
"Yes of course I promise." Jet Fired smiled.
"I'll always love you." Tears began to trickle down the teenager's face.
"Me too." He sniffed back the tears.
In a heart filled moment the teenager sprung wings and flew up to look eye to optic with her one true love. With tender longing she leaned forward, willing her face to phase through his metal mask. The transformer's optics lit up with surprise then with content as he pursed his hidden lips to hers. They remained that way for a few seconds, as time blissfully stood still. The other earthlings gawked up at the spectacle that they thought not possible. Hot Shot growled with contempt.
Finally drawing himself away from the blissful dream he'd hoped would never end, Jet Fire coughed slightly in the awkward silence that followed. Suddenly remembering a task given to him he quickly reached in one of his storage compartments. "Now everyone gather round here." Jet Fire beckoned the other five sniveling Earth children. "Red Alert made these for you guys." The large bot got down on his knee and extended his hand towards them.
"What are they?" Alexis gasped as she picked the red colored device.
"It's a communicator. When we return to Earth we'll call you on these."
"Wow." The kids awed as they each picked out the communicator that was their favorite color. Emrial picked out an aquamarine colored cell phone like device since it was the closet thing to emerald she could find.
"We'll really miss you." Fred and Billy whined.
"And us too." Hot Shot rolled his optics.
"See you in a couple of years." Emrial sniffled as she hugged her mini cons one last time. "Take care you guys." She stepped back a few feet as the mini cons gathered in Hot Shot's hands. In a flash they were gone, already back on their home planet.
The kids blankly stared back at each other. "Where to now?" Carlos asked.
"Home, I guess." Rad tossed his communicator in his hand sentimentally.
"Home sounds great to me!" Fred raced off towards the town.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Billy yelled.
"I can't believe we're actually home!" Alexis beamed.
Emrial stood silent in the field, watching as the kids ran off into the distance. Home. The only home she had ever remembered was with the Autobots, and now that for sure their Earth base had been turned into a scientific study center, she was pretty sure that returning to there was not an option. Sticking her communicator in her back pocket she numbly followed the kids.
She walked through the bustling town. Everywhere she looked there were smiling people with smiling families and smiling homes. But where was her home? There was that one guy that had yelled at her on the beach. What was his name again? Maybe she could track him down, he might be able to help her. But she would have to find a way to start. Stopping to look at her feet she noticed a twenty-dollar bill fluttering under foot. Well, that's one stroke of luck for me. She smiled, picking up the money. Sitting down at a bench on the sidewalk she waited until a lone bus stopped.
"Where ya headed, lady?" The bus driver turned in his seat to talk to his single passenger as she paid her fare and took a seat near the middle of the bus.
"Anywhere." She replied, not looking up, her golden blonde hair covering her eyes.
"Okee-dokee. The next town's about twenty miles away, that good enough for you?" He closed the bus door and started it into gear.
"Farther."
"Huh?" The bus driver cast a glance in his rearview mirror.
"I want to go farther. Take me as far as this bus goes."
"That's a long trip lady, are you sure about that? You ain't got nothing on ya." The bus driver casually stretched an arm back behind his seat.
"I don't care."
"Okee-dokee."
One long road trip later-
The dust settled as the bus rolled to the stop and the driver opened the door. "End of the line." The bus driver motioned. The teenager got up and exited without another word. She looked around at her new surroundings. From where she stood she couldn't see much of a town. The land was moist and wet like a swamp. A few decrepit buildings dotted the roadside. Blindly she walked into the nearest building. It had a large sign out front that read"Mark's Automotive Repair".
The door jingled as she walked through. A greasy mechanic who looked to be about forty wiped his hands on a towel as he came towards the new "customer".
"What can I do ya for?" The man spoke with an accented drawl that seemed oddly charming.
"Are you Mark?" She asked.
"Yes-in-deedee." He smiled, revealing his missing front teeth.
"I'm looking for...a job." She shuddered, not knowing where this would take her. "I'm new in town, can you help me?"
"Well..." Mark drug out his sentence. "Are ya good with cars?"
"I don't know, but I've fixed higher technological machines than them." She spoke in a dull tone.
"Ya got any papers?" Mark leaned against a dirty counter.
"No." The teenager glanced at her feet.
Mark seemed a little startled. "You an illegal immigrant?"
"I...don't know." She lifted her aqua blue eyes to look at the grizzled mechanic.
"Hmm...well, show me what you can do. We got a real clunker out back that's gonna take a miracle to fix."
Emrial smiled and cracked her knuckled. "I've done miracles before."
Mark led her to a beat out car that had been in a car accident. "Ya think she's fixable?" He pointed out the parts they were having difficulty with.
A wide grin spread across the teenager's face. "You got a spare battery and jumper cables?"
"Ya...but I don't see how that'd help any..."
"Do you want me to fix it or not?"
"Okee-dokee." This place's seemingly limited vocabulary was starting to get on her nerves. "Here ya go." He handed her the items.
"Now stand back." With the calmness of a bomb disabler she clipped the jumper cables to the car battery and then grasped the bare ends of the cables in her hands. Closing her eyes she concentrated on the car. Electricity sparked around her and suddenly a large amount of green energy flew from her to the car and began to reform it better than any garage mechanic ever could. When she was done the green light instantly subsided, and she stood a little raggedly, sparks of electricity still leaping off of her.
Mark stood speechless, his draw dropping to the floor in silent awe. "How did you do that?!" He finally commented.
"I don't know." She replied, detaching the jumper cables from the battery. "And don't ask me why. All I know is I can."
"Well, missy. I don't care WHERE you're from. You're HIRED!" The man eagerly grabbed his hand. A surge of electricity ran up his arm and caused his hair to stand on end.
"Oops." Emrial blushed slightly.
"Hey, Kyle! Come out here and meet the new employee." Mark called to another part of the shop.
Emrial's heart stopped and butterflies began to flutter as Mark's son, and Emrial's new co-worker, Kyle stepped out. He was a tall handsome figure, with smudge marks on his blue mechanic's suit and face. He had slick brown hair and a smile that could woo any girl. "Hi, I'm Kyle." He extended his hand.
Emrial returned his greeting and with a little quick thinking came up with an answer. "The name's Prime, Emrialda Jet Prime."
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