There was silence as we entered the conference room at the NEST base. With a table and chairs at the center, it looked as though I was sent the principal's office and I was the student. I started to become very uncomfortable at the lack of talking. Questions reeled through my mind. What would they say? Do they know what's going on? What will happen to me?
It wasn't long before Ratchet turned to me, face in shock and confusion.
"Would you care to elaborate what just happened?"
No not really.
"Uh I ported?" It sounded more like a question than a definite answer, which worried the medic even more.
"Was this the third talent you told us about earlier?" Optimus asked. He wasn't mad. The tone in his voice sounded...intrigued.
"Um...yeah" I practically whispered. I was really sweating now. I didn't like talking about it in front of a lot of people. I stared at the floor in guilt and shame.
"You have no need to be afraid, Emily. We merely want to understand your story." The Prime assured me. At his words, I slightly relaxed but was still nervous about what everyone else would think once I told them about myself, about my parents' car accident, and my powers.
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I was 10 when I found out my powers. It was scary. I had accidentally ported for the first time from my room to the living room. I even more shocked to see that my parents weren't as surprised as I was when they found out. It suddenly clicked that they knew what was going on with me. Instead, they embraced it. But something wasn't right.
Some time after, I was in my room trying to sleep when I heard my parents having a deep conversation about me.
"We can't protect her, Robert. They will come after her if they find out."
"I know. I know. But who will? Sending her to them isn't the answer. They will hurt her!"
"Then what do we do?"
"I don't know. She doesn't know about the others yet. I don't want her to expose her to them yet. She's just a child!"
"Honey, keep your voice down. Emily is sleeping. We'll talk about this tomorrow when she's at music class."
And with that, I stopped listening. I was confused and frustrated. What were they keeping from me? Who were they? Did this have to do with my powers? Was I in danger? That night, I didn't sleep.
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I then told the Autobots about my parents' car accident, something I really didn't want to relay. Finally, I waited for a response from anyone.
"I am deeply sorry for your parents' loss, Emily." Optimus spoke up.
I gave him a small smile.
"Thank you." Was all I managed to say.
Out of nowhere, Ratchet's question through me off guard:
"What were your parents' names?"
"Robert and Lilith Whitefield. Why?" I asked.
Ratchet was quiet and didn't immediately respond. Instead, his eyes or whatever widened slightly in realization.
"Say what you need to say." John Mayer suddenly blared. I looked like a deer in headlights as I looked at the bumblebee-colored Autobot. He looked from Ratchet in anxiousness and then to me with wonder.
"You'd better tell her." The black truck bot grumpily said.
"Tell me what?" I was now beginning to get angry. Why was everyone keeping secrets from me? Why?!
I looked to Optimus for answers. He sighed in sorrow.
"Your parents were scientists working with us."
Silence.
"Wait...What?!"
"Your mother and father worked as medical scientists with NEST. They were very close to all of us." Ratchet clarified. His face was filled with guilt and sorrow.
"My parents knew about you?" I asked in exasperation.
"They did not want to endanger you if you knew of our existence." Optimus said. But they were my parents! I was too confused! So the Autobots were the ones they wanted me to go with? Who or what were Mom and Dad protecting me from?
"You ok lil lady?" A Cajun voice snapped me out of my thoughts. It was the shortest of the five Autobots that asked.
"I'm just so confused. It's overwhelming. Who were Mom and Dad protecting me from?"
"Ah think ya need ta ask Prime about that. But righ' now, Ah think it's best ya not worry about that now. Da name's Jazz by the way." He said with a small smile. He reached his clawing hand out. I guess for me to shake it, so I did. Jazz seemed to have this feeling of comfort, protection around him.
"Thanks, Jazz."
"No problem. If ya eva' need anything, you can always come talk ta me. Ya dig?"
"Alright I will thanks."
Afterwards, the small meeting dispersed and I finally found out the other two bots' names. The black grumpy truck was Ironhide. He was the weapons specialist. And the black and yellow one was Bumblebee, who was a scout. But his childlike personality was very adorable! He was so amused with me that he would whirl and chirp constantly. That night, Lennox was able to arrange a room for me to sleep in for the time being. I didn't have anything though except my backpack and instrument. That night, it felt as though I had relived the night my parents were talking. I didn't sleep.
Jazz was a great friend to be around. I thought. But what I didn't know was that Jazz neglected to tell me something. He had a secret that Mom and Dad told him to do. And I didn't know it. Not yet anyway.