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Chapter Four: Holoforms
I froze, my mouth wide open but the words stuck in my throat. I didn't answer, my mind racing again, and a throbbing feeling was starting to appear at the back of my head. Ugh, a headache...just freakin' peachy. Should I stay? Or should I run back to Sideswipe and tell him to drive far away and as fast as possible? Hmm...the second one sounds far more appealing.
A loud gasp interrupted my thoughts and brought me back to reality. It was mom who gasped, her blue-green eyes wide with horror as she stared at me for a few seconds before running towards me, looking over my shredded and stained clothing.
"Charlotte! What happened to you?! Why are your clothes shredded-oh, my, are you bleeding?! Honey, what's wrong? What happened? That's it! No one hurts my sweet baby girl and gets away with it! I'm calling the police, who did this to you?!" The words seemed to endlessly flow from her mouth, and I vaguely wondered how she could talk so fast without breathing.
"Mom," I said calmly, once she was done ranting, "It's fine, alright? No one hurt me...I just...I fell, really badly."
She shot me a doubtful look, "You fell?"
Past her through the window that displayed our driveway, I saw Sideswipe roll up beside the sidewalk, his headlights flashing. Ugh! What does he want now?
"Charlie," Mom said sternly and my eyes rested on her again, "I said, how did you fall so badly?"
"Um..." I said, quickly thinking of an excuse, "Well, there was a really good engine piece at the top of one of the junk piles, I had to get it! It would be perfect, and I... I accidentally sliced myself when I tripped. Yeah, I just came back from the hospital and all, that's why I was so late."
That worried look was back, "But if you were in the hospital, then why didn't Dave tell us that? He said you've been gone for hours. And why are you still in bloody clothing?"
Crap. She was good.
I bit down on my lip, trying to come up with another one. "Uh, that's because... he left early! Yeah, I told him I was gonna go get that engine part and when I fell and sliced myself, I rushed to the hospital. They disinfected the wounds and gave me medication and after that, I left. Look mom, I really don't see what the huge deal is? Dad cut himself in the leg when chopping wood and you didn't freak at all. It's no big deal, I just need to put on fresh bandages and take a nice long nap."
Mom stared at me for a few more seconds, her eyes looked deep in thought as she processed the false information I gave her and decided on whether she should believe me or not. And after a few minutes of suffocating silence, she finally nodded her head. I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding in.
"Alright, " She said, before pointing her index finger at me, "Get cleaned up, but this conversation isn't over with."
I sighed. Oh well, at least it bought me time to come up with a more thorough excuse. I noticed that Sideswipe's headlights flashed again. A warm and loving smile curled on to mom's lips as she carefully wrapped me in a hug.
"I'm just glad you're safe." She whispered. A small smile appeared at the edges of my mouth as her scent wafted under my nose. The smell of lilac. I loved lilacs, especially since she wore that scent a lot, I always liked mom's hugs. Warm and filled with lilac scent. Eventually, I had to loosen her grip on me and motioned to my clothes again.
"Well, gotta change. See ya in the morning."
She nodded, "Don't forget to wash your armpits. You're a little funky."
I scoffed. Well, you'd be funky if you had to run from being killed by giant alien robots...thank you very much. Annoyed, I walked past her and up the steps, turning to the first right door which was my room. I opened the dresser, and pulled out a long, blue t-shirt and pajama pants before heading into the shower. I stared at my self in the mirror, and I wasn't so surprised mom reacted like she had when she first saw me. I looked like I'd been hit by a bus. Small twigs and leaving tangles in my messy light brown hair. My skin a little pale, dirt and scratches littered my arms along with my legs and as I pulled off my shredded shirt to look at my waist, I winced. Long, claw-marks from the robot started from the edge of my ribcage all the way to my hips on both sides of my waist. The blood dried but purple-brown bruises outlined the claw-marks. Boy was these scars gonna be ugly.
I sighed, grabbing the First Aid kit from the cabinet under the counter and applying it to my wounds. After I was done, I placed band-aids on the cuts where the skin was most separated. I plucked the twigs and leaves out of my hair and then stuck my hand in the shower to feel the temperature. Scolding hot. Perfect. I stepped into the shower, carefully washing myself and avoiding the cuts on my waist the best I could.
After a well-needed and fresh shower, I threw on my clothes, tying my wet hair into a bun before leaving the bathroom and back to my room. What I wasn't expecting: A tall guy who looked around my age with ice-blonde hair and pale blue eyes, dressed in all dark clothes, resting on my bed with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed. When he noticed me, a lazy smile appeared on his face.
"Hey."
I screamed. Which was pretty hard because my throat was still sore from all the screaming earlier. He just started laughing, and my eyes widened. Panic and fear flooded through me. Who is he? Why was he laying on my bed?!
"Calm down, it's just me. Sideswipe, remember? Talking, transforming car?"
Heat swelled up in my chest, "How are you him? Last time I checked, he was a robot alien disguised as a car!"
He finally got up from my bed, "I still am. Ratchet, a medical officer from my planet, created these things called holoforms. It helps us blend in with different species and understand them more. I'm still a robot, but this is my holoform. It's just a part of me though, I'm still sitting outside your house."
I glanced out the window, and far off to the right, I could still see the silver Corvette Twin Turbo. The headlights flashed again.
"Yeah but, why are you in my room?" I squeaked, heat now rushing to my cheeks and my heart rate speeding up.
He shrugged, "I got bored."
"How did you get in?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Duh, holoform remember? I just chose the destination in my processors and my holoform is set up to go there."
"Well you can't just pop in here whenever you feel like it! What if my mom came up and saw you? Or worse, my dad? They'll assume the worst case scenario!"
"Which is?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I could hear the mischief coming off from his voice.
"I...I um," I stuttered, fumbling with my fingers, "Y-you...just stuff. Stuff that doesn't need to be discussed right now!" No way was I telling an alien that.
"Aww, why not?" He pouted, crossing his arms.
I shook my head, "It's not important or appropriate, that's why."
He rolled his eyes before flopping right back on my bed, the mattress springs releasing a small squeak as he did.
"Human berths are so soft." He muttered, staring up at the ceiling.
I took the time to look over his holoform more. He was actually pretty handsome. Lean, but muscular body, thin eyebrows, a chiseled jaw, platinum blonde hair with silver streaks that stopped right above his eyes. His eyes, they were such a bright blue, very similar to his real form. I blinked. It was pretty scary/ amazing how human he looked. But no matter how human he looks, he still doesn't have the right to sneak into my room while I'm in the shower!
"Sideswipe, you need to leave. Why are you here anyways, shouldn't you be looking for your twin brother and finding the rest of the Autobots?"
He sighed, sitting up, "I...I can't. My navigational system was screwed up pretty badly when I crash landed. Not to mention I'm still very damaged, the most miles I'll make is probably thirty before shutting down in the middle of the road somewhere. I'm also low on energon."
"Well maybe I could fix you." The words left my mouth before my brain had caught up to processing them.
Sideswipe shot me a doubtful look, "You? A human femme fix me, an advance robotic organism?"
"Are you trying to say just because I'm a girl means that I can't fix you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
He snorted, "A car, sure. But a robot, not likely."
I scoffed, "Please, I'm prepared to fix anything, and I mean anything. I'll fix you tomorrow, at the junkyard, kay?"
He seemed to mull it over himself, before shrugging and nodding.
"Good, now get out of my room. Someone's gonna notice you sooner or later."
He smirked, "What? Notice that I'm a hot ride?"
I rolled my eyes, "And I thought you said your brother was the vain one."
Sideswipe chuckled, getting off the bed again, "Oh, trust me femme, he is."
"My name is Charlie." I corrected him.
He smirked again before fizzling into small blue sparks. I was only startled for a moment until I heard the soft noise of an engine starting up, and I walked over to the window. The silver corvette's headlights flashed on as he quietly drove down the street. I sighed in relief, heading over to my bed and snuggling inside the covers.
"What did I just get myself into?" I muttered as I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over me.
"Stop squirming." I grumbled, fixing some of the tangled wires in his undercarriage.
The car squirmed again before snickering, "I can't. It tickles."
I rolled my eyes, re-arranging the wires before placing the metal plating back in the right place. I spent the next hour and a half, fixing up the things Sideswipe told me to do before finally rolling from under him and standing up, brushing the dirt off my jeans and black t-shirt.
"Alright, " I said shifting my weight from one foot to another, "I fixed most of your leaking problems, what else?"
"I am low on energon still."
"What's that?" I asked, bending down to gather the tools back into the box.
"Our race's energy, it's what runs inside our body. Like the equivalent to human blood."
"Oh. Well, Um, I'm not sure I have that." I said, placing the tool box on the old car's hood that was next to him.
He was silent for a few moments before speaking again, "I just looked it up on your human web. Your fossil fuels are also an acceptable enough energy source. Just not nearly as strong as energon."
"Fossil fuels," I repeated, "Like gasoline, right? Sure. I can get you that."
"Lead the way." He replied.
I turned around to see Dave repainting an old Toyota.
"Dave!" I shouted, and he looked up at me and smiled. "The Corvette's low on gas, I'm going to the gas station to fill it up again, kay?"
"Sure thing!" He said, before going back to painting.
I nodded, before opening the door and sliding into the driver's seat. The engine automatically started and the seatbelt snaked around me before Sideswipe pulled out of the junkyard and we were down the road. Only a few minutes away was the gas station.
We rolled up to a gas station and I filled up the tank again, before sliding into the driver's seat. He didn't start up the engine, and I knew why.
"So...is there any other way to contact them?" I asked softly.
He sighed, the radio crackling, "Communications is damaged too."
"Oh." I rubbed my arm, looking down at the seats.
The car jerked before the engine came on, and I looked back up at the dashboard. "What? What's wrong?"
"Decepticons." He growled, his voice a little deeper.
Aw crap.
My eyes widened as panic flooded through my veins, "What are we gonna do?"
"I've picked up one's signature. Luckily, they haven't notice mines yet. We're going to need to keep moving." Is all he said, before driving out of the gas station and down the road.
"This was not the plan." I muttered, looking in the rear view mirrors for any suspicious cars.
We drove in silence for around twenty minutes, Sideswipe now on a road I didn't recognized. Fear and nervousness of the Decepticons swirled in the pits of my stomach. No way did I want to come in contact with them again. Last time I did, they almost killed me.
"Sideswipe, I-"
"Please, just call me Sides." He interrupted.
"Well Sides, I just want to know where we are. I have no idea anymore."
"Only a few more miles to Kennewick."
"Kennewick? Why there?" I asked.
"Because-" The car jerked again, and my whole body tensed up. My eyes wide.
"What? Because what?" I asked frantically looking everywhere for the Decepticons. Nothing was there. I turned back to the still abruptly silent Corvette.
"Sides," I demanded, "What is wrong with you?"
"Sunstreaker." He said so quietly, I almost didn't hear it.
Well, that's were we'll stop for now! I had fun writing this chapter. Please, leave a review ;).
