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Chapter Eight: A Piece of Conversation

My eyes fluttered open, and immediately, I looked around my surroundings. I was in the passenger's seat, with the seat stretched backwards just enough so that I was laying down with a light, navy blue blanket wrapped around me. Last time I remember, I was in the driver's seat. I looked over to see a young man with familiar ice-blonde hair with streaks of silver, along with pale blue eyes and sun-kissed skin. I quickly realized it was Sideswipe's holoform, as I pulled myself upwards. When he noticed my movement, he turned to me and cracked a charming smile.

"Mornin' sunshine."

I yawned, stretching my hands and legs before responding, "Why are you driving yourself?"

"You fell asleep behind the wheel, don't want to freak any other humans out." He answered, his eyes not even on the road, as he changed lanes.

"I guess," I said yawning again, "So, where are we now?"

"In Finley, twenty minutes away from crossing the border to Oregon." He answered.

I nodded, looking back out the window as a red Toyota passed by. The laid back seat, began to rise again, lightly touching my back and I smiled softly. I was still thinking about my family and all my friends that I left behind. I sent them a letter, but would that ever be enough to apologize and explain myself at the same time? Would they ever forgive me for just disappearing? Leaving? I sighed. It felt like I was abandoning them, it didn't seem like I was doing this to protect them at all. Or, well...it didn't feel like it.

"Stop that." Sideswipe grumbled, his eyes on the road and a slight scowl set to his face.

I raised an eyebrow, "Stop what?"

"Feeling so guilty, like this is all your fault." He elaborated.

"I was the one who decided to take you for a ride." I mumbled

The car jerked slightly, and I almost bashed my face into the dashboard. Sideswipe's eyes locked on mines. His pale blue eyes turned into an intensifying gaze as his eyes narrowed, "Charlie, look, it's not your fault. Seriously, it's not. So stop acting like it is, if anything, you should be blaming me. Not yourself."

"But I've already forgiven you for it." I pointed out.

"Well maybe you shouldn't forgive so easily." He muttered, his hands clenching the wheel tightly.

"Is there something wrong with you?" I asked, glaring at him.

"No. What's wrong with you?" He retorted, rolling his eyes.

"You're acting like an asshole." I said, clenching my jaw.

He sighed, before meeting my eyes again, "Sorry, but something's just bothering me today."

"What is it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I...I lost Sunstreaker again. I can't feel him in my processors. I...I don't know, I guess I'm just really frustrated about it," His beautiful blue eyes flashed bright for a moment before filling with aching sadness, "I'm sorry."

Immediately, I felt guilty for calling him an asshole. He was suffering from missing his brother, his long-lost-twin brother, all he had left. And here I was, burying myself in worry and pity about my family, who were safe from harm, and out of the way of Decepticons. If this guilt wasn't strong then, it was now. I felt horrible. And even more guilty.

I frowned, "I'm sorry too."

"It felt good though, just being able to feel him for an orn or two. To know that he was there, and that I wasn't alone." Sideswipe went on. There was a moment of silence, and I sighed again.

"Sides," I said softly, "I...I really want to help you reunite with your brother again."

His eyes widened, "Really?"

I nodded, "Yes. If I'm going to be with you until we get to base, I minus well help you find him. And yeah, I know we've only known each other for a few days, but seeing you like this...it's horrible."

Sideswipe gave a small smile, along with a slight chuckle, "You've got a pretty big spark Charlie."

"Spark?" I asked, reaching over to turn on the radio.

"Oh right. A spark, the human version of a soul thing, remember?"

"Right," I muttered, finally finding a station that suited me, and "Sky Full of Stars" by Coldplay drifted through the sleek, silver Corvette as we neared the bridge. Half way over it, I glanced at Sideswipe to see him looking forwards but not really paying attention to the road. His blue eyes were lost in thought, and his holoform's hands barely gripped the steering wheel. I leaned over a little, and tapped him on the shoulder. Startled out of his faze, his eyes brightened and locked on me.

"You want to let me take the wheel now? I'm sure you're a really good driver and all, but zoning out while crossing a bridge just makes me a little nervous." I admit, shrugging sheepishly.

"Yeah, sure." He replied, his voice still seemed distant and before I could ask him what he was thinking about, his holoform disappeared, leaving in it's place a thousand tiny sparks that dissolved into the air. Quickly, I shifted into the driver's seat and took control of the wheel, just as we crossed over the bridge.

"Sides?"

"Yes?" The radio crackled, his voice was less distant.

"Where is the base?"

"Um...Somewhere in Nevada, I think. I'm following the coordinates Sunny sent me."

Sunny. The nickname seemed completely dreadful. I wondered how his twin reacted every time Sideswipe used the nickname. That might be something to look forward to in the future. We drove another fifteen minutes in silence, before my stomach growled loud enough for the whole country to hear. Heat rushed to my face in embarrassment as I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Hungry?" The radio crackled, the smirk practically visible in his voice. At least he wasn't grumpy anymore.

I nodded, "Starving, actually," I then looked around through the windows, "Any place we could stop to get some food?"

"Already on it." He answered, as he changed lanes and took the first exit off the highway.


"McDonalds...it just had to be McDonalds," I groaned as the door lifted open.

"One of the most popular human fast food restaurants, yeah. What's wrong with it?"

I groaned, "Everything."

"You got twenty minutes." Sideswipe informed, in a tone that notified he was being serious. It sounded so odd on someone like Sides, he should stop using it.

I walked into the restaurants, quickly ordering a simple meal before sitting down at a table where I could see the silent, sleek Corvette parked from the window in the parking lot. Of course, astonished whispers were going on about the silver sports car, and the low whistles of the men who'd stopped to observe Sideswipe's alt mode. Within a few minutes, I finished my greasy burger, wiping the extra grease on my sleeves before throwing it away and walking quickly back to the dormant sports car. I slid back into the car and the engine started with eagerness, gaining the attention of a few more people.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "Oh stop, I wasn't even in there for twenty minutes."

The car shivered and the engine sputtered a bit. Out of some odd involuntary reaction, my right hand shot up and grabbed the gear stick. Probably because Dad usually did that in his pickup truck at the time when I was younger. But or whatever reason, I did that, the car jerked and a uncomfortable grunt strangled out from the radio as the car swerved to the side. I let out a shriek in surprise, the sudden movements of Sideswipe scaring the crap out of me.

"What was-"

"What are you grabbing?!" He asked frantically.

I looked at my hand gripping the gear stick, and shrugged, turning back to the dashboard, "The gearstick, why?"

"Stop! S-stop it now!" His voice almost sounded like a shriek. He's never shrieked before.

Immediately, I let go and Sideswipe sunk on his axels a bit, a gust of warm air blowing in from the vents as he sighed in relief.

"Sides?" I asked slowly, "What was that about?"

"You grabbed my interfacing panel." He answered simply.

I raised an eyebrow. Until it slowly dawned in on me, and my heart began to race in my chest. My face flushed with heat as I took both hands off of him, yanking them back like I was touching poison. A teasing chuckle drifted through the radio as I groaned, raising my right foot up to give him a good, nice, kick to the dashboard. The car shivered slightly, but still kept up with the chuckling.

"You're such a pervert!" I cried, kicking the dashboard again. I could only imagine what it would look like from any person passing by, a car chuckling while a girl kicked the crap out of the dashboard. Once again with the whole social life thing...

"Alright, alright! You can stop with the excessive kicking now." Sideswipe said, his chuckles dying off.

"Swear that you'll never speak of it to anyone." I said, crossing my arms.

There was a dramatic sigh from the radio, "Why Charlie, I'd never swear! I'm a gentlebot."

"I don't care," I gritted through my teeth, raising my foot up threatening again, "Swear it Sideswipe."

He sighed, "Alright schlemiel, I swear."

"Don't call me that." I snapped, glaring out at the window as Sideswipe pulled back on to the street.

Sides snickered again, "You sounded just like Sunny for a minute."

Being compared to a twin alien robot. Lovely.


Sorry it was so short and late. Here's why: My desktop is broken, and until It's fixed I will be typing on my family's old laptop. Which pretty much...sucks. Like, really bad. It was a battle just trying to type up this chapter to be honest. Anyway, enough of me ranting. Hoped you liked anyway and please leave a review!