"Okay, Kayla!" a voice bearing both love and a demand for respect called out, "Come find me!"
She hesitated a moment; feeling her pigtails bounce around as she swiveled her head. She clutched a cane she was still getting used to, and proceeded to swing at the darkness a few times.
"You won't find me like that", he instructed, "We've done this before, and I know you can do it. Use your other senses."
The girl stopped and listened…bird chirps, leaves rustling, the wind…it was hard to make out his breathing with all the other noises in the way. Her frustration growing, she huffed, "Daddy, I need help."
"You're almost seven; you're a big girl now", the voice urged, "There's times you're gonna' have to do things for yourself."
"But what if I can't?" she said with a sniffle as she tried to follow his voice, "I'm scared."
"It's okay to be afraid", her father replied in a gentle tone, "But you can't live in fear-it'll get you nowhere. Now, just be patient and keep trying. Use your hearing."
Another desperate whimper escaped her, but she then sucked in a breath and tried again; she couldn't let him down. Thankfully, the summer breeze had calmed down, so a shortage of leaf rustles followed after. With that, she stood still and listened. It was then that a new sound drifted through the air…the timbers of pianos and violins…classical music? Where could that be coming from outside? Curious, she turned towards the noise.
"That's it!" her dad suddenly called out, "You're getting closer!"
She was? Apparently, he was in the same direction as the mysterious tune. Absurd as it seemed, if she followed the music, she'd find him. She took a few more steps forward; glad that the classical tune was continuous, so it'd be easier to follow…and with each step, the music gradually became louder.
"Come on, come on!" the man cheered, "You're almost there!"
The girl's heart pounded in happiness as she quickened her pace. A strange sensation came over her, as if some kind of force was pulling her towards her goal. Her dad gave another joyous shout and she laughed in return-she did it! She was so close…her outstretched hand brushed against his, and-
"NOW!" yelled a voice.
Kayla darted around, but it was too late. Before she knew it, something grabbed her from behind and held her hands behind her back; something cold and metal…robots; Decepticons! She knew there were two of them because she heard the clank of metal in front of her, as well as the jerk behind her. How did they know where she lived?
Just then, a voice came from in front of her, "Nice work, Rumble. We oughta' do this stuff more often!"
Next, came the voice of the mech behind her, "Come on, Frenzy; Soundwave's waitin' for us!"
Rumble and Frenzy?! Not them! Instantly, she began to heave and grunt as she thrashed about, trying to get free. But the cassette had an iron grip and wrenched her wrist around, making her yell in pain.
"LET ME GO!" her father yelled; his voice in a complete enragement, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!"
Oh no-they had Dad too!
"Shut your slaggin' yap!" Frenzy spat, and an audible smack could be heard.
"STOP IT!" she screamed, "DON'T HURT HIM!" Her voice had drastically changed in pitch, and she could feel her hair now draping her shoulders, with her cane feeling slightly heavier…was she a teenager now?
But there was no time to think about it, for just then, a higher pitched, maniacal voice sounded from above, "Ah-ah; we don't want you bringing the police-not like they could do anything anyway. Grab everything and let's go!"
Starscream was here too?! NO! She attempted to struggle again, but it was no use. Cold, metal fingers wrapped around her, and in a matter of seconds, she felt her stomach do a barrel roll as she felt the air whoosh by. A still pause, and then the feeling of falling down-
-right onto a hard, metal floor. The pain of the landing hurt so badly…she gritted her teeth in agony-how could this happen? Why her? Why Dad? But then, that familiar classical music started playing again-where was it coming from?
A gentle hand took her shoulder and helped her up, "You okay, honey?"
"DAD!" she cried in relief. She immediately flung herself into his arms, and he held her tight; whispering words of encouragement…a little Southern twang seeping in every now and then, with the calming melody wafting about and growing louder the longer they held each other.
Suddenly, the red head heard the sound of large footsteps coming toward her. "I still don't get it", she heard Starscream grumble, "Why was I ordered to bring fleshlings into our headquarters?"
It was then the classical music came to an abrupt halt when the raspy, sinister, evil voice of Megatron boomed, "Because we need bait." He then addressed his prisoners, "Now, my dear, if that low grade saboteur is your friend, surely you must know something about the Autobots. Tell me what you know."
Her father, who was still holding her in a loving hug, tightened his grip around her, giving her the extra spur of courage she needed. Kayla could feel her face flushing as she yelled, "Up yours, Megadork! I'm tellin' you jack squat!"
"That a girl", the man whispered in her ear, and for a second, the music started again, "Don't give them what they want."
"Cease that insulting mouth of yours!" the tyrant roared in outrage.
The teen felt her dad take a step in front of her, "You stay away from her! I won't let you harm her in any way!"
"Silence!" Megatron cried; the ground shaking as he slammed his fist, "I wouldn't do such things if I were you, and you daren't get me riled. One more note, and I can assure you that your punishment won't be pleasant."
But the man didn't back down, "You can just slink back to whatever stinkin' hole you crawled out of! If you want Kayla, you'll have to go through me first! GO TO HECK!"
"THAT'S IT!" the dictator screamed. There was a whoosh of air, and a loud crash of metal as the cage they were imprisoned in was swatted away. The teen instinctively put her hands over her head, not expecting the sudden outburst, and the Decepticon leader continued to yell, "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS INFERNAL FLESHLING!"
"Oh, for Primus sake, just kill him!" Starscream added in with frustration.
Before the girl knew what was happening, a large, metal hand swatted her; sending her sprawling and away from her dad's loving hands with a sickening, leather snap. Several grunts of a struggle could be heard, and she realized with utter horror that Megatron must've grabbed him!
"DAD!" she screamed.
But all her yells were in vain. The 'Con let out a roar and a terrified howl could be heard as the shocking sound of wood striking metal and cracking bones met her ears. Guitar strings rubbed against each other, letting out the horrifying, final cry of a man in sheer agony. A gurgle/cough, a raspy gasp…and then silence.
DAD?! DAD! He was DEAD! Megatron killed him and he's DEAD! Dead all over again!
Oh, God, no!
NOOOOO!
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Warm metal wrapped around her and she struggled to get free; she wouldn't let Megatron get her! She wasn't going to die! With sweat beating down her forehead, she let out another scream as large fingers touched her face.
But just then, a Southern/Cajun voice called out, "Kayla, hey!" The large fingers were still on her trembling frame, but instead of choking her into a death grip…they slowly caressed her head, ever so softly. With equal grace, came a comforting tone, "Hey…sshh…it's okay…'s okay…it's me…"
Her mind still racing in a panic, the teenager almost didn't realize the voice was of her best friend. But just for assurance, she gasped, "J-Jazz…?"
The saboteur gave a nod at the girl still being cradled in his arm, "Uh huh…" With his freehand, he softly stroked her head and gave her shoulder a reassuring pat as he lulled very gently, "Hush now…I'm here…was jus' a bad dream…"
A tear escaped her, but she quickly wiped it away. A dream…it was only a nightmare…but it all seemed so real…well, part of it was. The Decepticons did capture her…but she ran a hand down her face as she tried to gather herself and breathe in reality; the 'Cons never took Dad…they got their afts handed to them-she was safe…Jazz was with her right now; he's okay-she's okay…
…and Dad was still…
"W-what happened?" the red head asked; albeit more relaxed.
The mech put a loving hand around her and pushed her closer to his chest plate; rubbing her back in a soothing manner as he explained, "Y' were so upset last night that ya' went an' cried yourself ta' sleep." He ran a finger through her hair as he added in, "Ya' needed da' rest…couldn't bring myself ta' wake ya'."
Kayla had almost calmed down, when she took note of her friend's words, and it made her heart skip a beat. "L-last night?" she questioned. Her eyes then widened in realization, "Oh no…"
But the Porsche was quick to hush her, and spoke with calm reassurance, "Don't worry. Optimus called yer' mom an' told her what happened. She was more n' happy ta' let ya' stay…she understood."
The girl paused, trying to register everything since waking up, but the 'Bot's care and concern; expressed both in tone and comfort, told her everything was already taken care of. With a sigh of relief, she leaned into his gentle embrace; content to listen to his strong spark pulse while being cradled a while longer. Jazz had noticeably sighed as well; not minding the moment one bit. But he was pulled from his thoughts when the teen asked the one question she was left to ponder, "…w-what about you?"
The saboteur stared long and hard at his charge, wondering just how he was going to answer her. Thinking back on it, needless to say, it had been a rough night. Images of the girl ran through his mind, and how she kept sniffling and whimpering in her sleep. It was painfully clear she couldn't find escape even in her own dreams, and it was a spark-wrenching sight to see her suffer in a place he couldn't get to. Even in his mech-made cradle, she'd toss and turn; emitting soft, pitiful whines that were just pleading for help. At one point, her arms started to thrash about in a furious tizzy as she mumbled and gasped things incoherent to the human ear. But Jazz's sharp audios picking up words like "dad", "stay away", and "help", was enough for him to try and take hold of her hand so she wouldn't hurt herself. Thankfully, it seemed he'd finally gotten through to her subconscious when a play of classical music, coupled with soothing words and gentle rocking calmed her a bit. But apparently, a long night with little recharge took its toll, and the 'Bot slipped into a tired bliss, leaving Kayla defenseless in another nightmare. In fact, it was her scream that woke him up with a start.
It took all but a few seconds to contemplate the aforementioned events, but longer to come up with an answer. He daren't embarrass her with what she had unknowingly done. So finally, after a long pause, he shrugged, "I jus' watched ya'…" But his insomnia sought to prove him wrong, and a loud, deep yawn escaped him as he blinked a few times behind his visor, "Guess I musta' dozed off myself…"
At that revelation, the teen lifted her head from his chest plate and tilted back to face his general direction. With slight confusion, but mostly awe, she muttered, "So…all that time…you stayed?"
The mech looked to the girl; the tiniest smile forming, as he replied with all the love of a big brother, "Told ya' I wouldn't leave ya'…" Another tear ran down her cheek; her heart melting at his affectionate concern and care. His grin disappearing, he tilted his head slightly as he asked, "Feelin' better…?"
No-obviously, was the real answer. They both knew it would be a long while before she felt better…perhaps a more accurate question would've been, "Is the bulk of it over?" That's what he was really asking, and she knew it…but she didn't know what to say. Her very being had become a flood gate of emotions; none of which she could completely get a hold of at the moment. After a long silence, she finally shrugged and let loose a tired sigh, "I don't know what to feel…"
At that, Jazz pulled her close once more; softly stroking her head as he explained in a gentle tone, "Don't ya' worry…it may not feel like it now, but…it'll get better…" His mind wandered to the early days of the war-seeing close comrades killed in battle; some, right before his optics…fellow musicians that would sing and play no more. A hard twinge of pain ran through his spark at the memories, but remembering who needed help at the moment, he sucked in a breath and added in, "…I so wish I could say it'll all go away, but-it won't…but…da' wound will heal some…"
Kayla could tell he was desperately trying not to let his voice waver…it was clear something triggered a painful memory or thought…and she daren't ask what it was. Then again, no words were necessary anyway; kindred spirits had no need for them. All she motioned was a simple nod in understanding-if he was there for her, she'd be there for him.
The saboteur stared into her pain-filled, pale, blue eyes for one more moment, until the sound of large, metal footsteps out in the hall brought him back to reality. Giving her one last squeeze, he started, "Well…" With great care, he slowly shifted the girl into the palm of his hand, then gently set her down on the floor. He then let out a soft sigh, "…better go n' see what da' guys are up to; probably wonderin' where we're at."
The red head stood still a moment, then made a sigh of her own…she knew he was only stating what needed to be…as much as they hated it, they both had to face facts; they couldn't stay locked in the room forever. With a mumble of, "Okay…" she quietly unfolded her cane tucked away in her belt loop. The Porsche could only watch in companionable silence as she made for the door; stopping once in front of it.
It was then he remembered that Optimus code locked the door. Thankfully, Prime had given him the password when he checked up on the pair later, as promised. Rising from the couch, the mech carefully stepped over and next to the teen, and swiftly punched in the combination on the wall unit. No sooner did the lock beep, he bent down to face the distressed girl, muttering, "Kayla…if anythin' happens…you jus' come n' talk ta' me, or anyone-'kay?"
The musician turned in his direction slightly; face still red with tears, but expression monotone. Even with the limited rest she'd gotten, she, quite frankly, hadn't the strength to shed anymore tears at the moment. This whole catastrophe; her admittance last night; trying to push that God-awful nightmare out of her mind…she was just-drained. Maybe it was just as well, for her sluggishness might've been her only defense against the many Autobots she was about to face. Optimus must have told them all by now…Lord only knew what they were going to say to her. Well…have to face them sometime, so with a feeble nod, she sighed, "M'kay…"
Jazz looked at his friend a moment; knowing almost exactly what she was thinking…they had to face the others eventually…but he vowed he would be there for her all the way. Placing a hand upon her back , he stated, very gently, "Last night was jus' da' start…we're gonna' take dis' one day at a time…an' we're gonna' be 'ere for ya'-all've us…" The girl nodded, and he gave her a reassuring pat, "…let's do dis'…"
Taking a deep breath; an easy day in her prayers, Kayla slowly walked out the door, with her best friend following right behind her.
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Any and all conversations between the Autobots that had gathered in the cafeteria, ceased the moment the musical duo entered the room. All optics immediately darted to the floor; watching in a tense silence as the teenager made her way to the human-sized table in the back. She tried to walk with confidence, but it proved difficult, knowing that everyone was staring at her, judging by the sudden quiet. Never the less, she pressed forward; trying only to think about where she was going.
The saboteur was right on her heels; optics going upwards to his comrades, who were now staring at him as well. To that, he merely gave a courteous wave and a nod of the head. Said mechs returned the gesture in recognition of words unspoken-they knew what was up. With that in mind, Jazz made getting his morning energon his top priority, next to the girl. Upon filling his cup with the pinkish-purple liquid, he quickly turned to his fellow 'Bots; took one look at them gawking, and made an upwards waving motion with his hand that tried to say, "Don't just stand there-start talking!" Thankfully, they got the hint, and slowly, but surely, a few conversations started up again…albeit in more hushed tones than before. Every now and then, someone would glance at the teen or jerk their thumb in her direction; no doubt she was the subject material. The Porsche all the while, kept looking over at the girl; sipping his energon while leaning against the wall. A few mechs came over to talk to him, but he kept the exchanges brief; getting a shoulder pat for understanding.
By that time, Kayla had sat down at the table; elbows propped up on the surface, and her head resting in her hands. Although she couldn't make out the words, she could clearly hear all the whispering behind her. To that, she blearily rubbed her heavy, dead eyes…ugh…this was going to be a loooong day…
Just then, there was the sound of glass against metal, and something was slid in her direction. In her tired state, it took a moment to register what was in front of her, but soon a delicious aroma wafted from the table…a hot meal. Not long after, something lightly tapped her on the arm, and the following voice revealed the chef, "Um…made breakfast…"
Carly…the red head then reached for whatever was touching her hand, and a quick sweep in the palm told her what the thin piece of steel was-a fork.
From across the table, Spike, who was in the middle of finishing off an omelet, looked on at the musician, who merely twiddled the fork between her fingers-almost afraid as if the contents of the dish were going to jump up and bite her. With a nervous clear of the throat, he prodded, "I-it's good…w-wakey, wakey, scrambled eggs n' bakie…"
Kayla barely flinched-only blinked a few times at his vain attempt a humor…but she knew he was only trying to cheer her up. And speaking of food, that breakfast sure did smell appetizing. A deep growl erupted from her stomach; reminding her, rather noisily, that she hadn't eaten a thing since last night…she wasn't hungry, she was starving. So finally, after a long bout of silence and twirling silverware, she let out a feeble sigh, "T-thanks…"
Spike and Carly both looked at each other in mild relief as the girl began to dig in. But they couldn't help but look worried as well, for she said nothing-her face practically unreadable. And the uneasiness of the Autobots behind her weren't helping matters either. The breakfast invite sounded like a good idea a short while ago, but now what? What could they possibly talk about that sounded natural?
Just then, help arrived in the form of Chip, who quietly wheeled in from a side door; giving a "hello" to everyone as he entered. The mechs, in turn, gave a greeting of their own, only to shift their optics to the small table; some gesturing or pointing slightly. Following their gaze, the computer wiz immediately spotted the red head sitting nearby-and promptly froze. The others couldn't blame him for falling short; no one expected her to be…out, today-let alone walking in to grab a bite to eat. A frown came upon the boy's features as his eyes then darted to the young couple sitting with said musician; their faces casting him a look of utter desperation.
Kayla continued to munch away at the peace offering of sorts, with her head resting in one hand; her other trying to find the bacon in the darkness. Between that, and her established, cloudy state of mind, Chip maneuvered his wheelchair next to the girl without any notice. A quick size up of the situation made him come to a similar conclusion as Spike and Carly. But he couldn't just sit there and watch his friend eat in a pained silence. Before he even knew what he was doing, his caring instincts kicked in, and he reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
The girl, who's mind was elsewhere, hadn't expected the sudden touch and noticeably jumped a little in shock. The computer wiz withdrew his hand in haste; praying she wouldn't take the friendly gesture as an intrusion. Upon her exhale of a shaky breath, he wanted to quell her fear; say something…but in the heat of the moment, all that came out was, "It's me."
The teen turned her head slightly at the familiar voice; her face reddening as she stammered a quiet response, "Oh…h-hey Chip…" To explain her burst of surprise, she added in, "You're the only one I can't hear 'round here-always sneakin' up on me…"
The boy managed a chuckle…but nothing could hide how nervous and fake it sounded. If the red head noticed, she didn't say anything; only turned back to the breakfast that got interrupted. For a long minute, Chip watched her; taking notice of the way her eyes twitched slightly every now and then…he could only imagine the amount of pain she was trying to hold back. Stealing a glance at his two friends, they'd long since finished eating, and were now giving stares just as intently-almost sending a silent dare of who was going to speak first.
Ironically, it was Kayla who broke the tension. Without turning, she muttered, "So…what're you guys gonna' do today?"
The trio looked at each other; trying to overcome the shock of the abrupt announcement. After what seemed like ages, Carly let out a small cough, "Um…well, I-was-just going to take a drive with Bumblebee, with Chip doing reconnaissance…" A pause, and then, "…you can-come with us if you want…"
If the present awkwardness were any indication, the musician knew very well a drive with the same company wouldn't be any better. But she couldn't ignore the telling in the blonde's tone-this was out of pure generosity, and not some preconceived order. With a bit of hesitancy, she mumbled, "N-no thanks…I-think I have early morning shift with Prowl-if I remember right…"
The threesome could only nod; their timidness making them forget she wouldn't be able to see the gesture. But before they could realize this, they were all blindsided by what she uttered next, "So, Spike…what about you and Sparkplug?"
Carly and Chip could only look on, dumbfounded, then quickly turned to the young mechanic, who's mouth was hanging open in equal shock. With his eyes darting around and tension mounting, he desperately tried to drum up an answer. He knew very well he couldn't ignore his own father, or at least not the topic, but at a time like this? And he never imagined it would be her who'd bring it up. All the while, the girl just sat there patiently for an answer; her face remaining stoic. With a hard gulp and a shaky intake of air, Spike finally replied, "Y-yeah, we're, um…gonna' work in the-lab…together…" He then tensed up; expecting the worst.
But to the surprise of all, the teen merely nodded, "…good…" Her head lowered a little as she added in, almost inaudible, "…very good…" There was another long, uneasy silence amongst the group, during which, the red head used her fork to make a sweep of the plate; checking if there was any food left. Finding none, she slowly rose from the table; clearing her throat, "Well, uh…tthhanks for-breakfast. It was really good." She then felt around for the plate, "I'll just…"
But before Kayla could find it, Carly quickly snatched both the china and the silverware; uttering in haste, "Oh, y-you don't have to-bother with the dishes-we'll take care of it."
The musician stood there a moment; contemplating the real motive behind her generosity. But with no mood to argue, she finally gave in with a simple sigh and shrug of her shoulders. With cane in hand, she turned on her heel and began to make her way back across the room; calling out to no one in particular, "I-guess I-better get going; see what Prowl's up to…"
From behind, Jazz, who'd long since finished his energon, piped up, "Ya' gonna' be okay?"
The girl never stopped, but offered a response, "I remember what ya' said…I'll be fine…" With no other words spoken, the gathered Autobots looked on as the teen disappeared through the sliding doors.
It wasn't long into the evening yesterday, when all the mechs present were given a peculiar order from Optimus Prime to gather in the Ark's control room. Naturally, their curiosity was perked; mainly because their leader sent the call via their private com's and not the loud speaker. Also taking into account the fact that it wasn't too often everyone was ordered to a mass assembly, so most were quick in arriving to the designated location. Even Prowl, the second in command, was left to wonder what the sudden fuss was all about; Teletraan-One hadn't picked up Decepticon activity, so what could it be? That was the thought on everyone's mind as they all entered the large room, with the mech in question waiting patiently for them. Once things settled down, Prime minced no words, and solemnly broke the news he himself discovered only an hour before.
To say they were shocked was an understatement.
Kayla-the upbeat, happy, cheer-all musician they'd known for months, would now be looked upon in a new light.
It certainly explained a lot more than it didn't.
But to have your own creator die, in battle no less, at that young an age…it must have practically destroyed her.
What made the situation all the more difficult, was that Optimus hadn't given them any order exactly on what to do. All he said afterwards was, "We've all suffered losses…and I trust each one of you, that when the time comes, you'll know what to do…" And that was that.
Hardly any words were exchanged, nor could be said, concerning the matter, but whether it be because of close kinship, or an other worldly sixth sense, everyone had silently, but unanimously agreed upon one thing-the topic could never be spoken about, unless she brought it up herself.
But that didn't mean they couldn't show their care and concern in other ways.
As Kayla presently made her way down the Ark's corridors towards the control room, she was soon passed by many Autobots; all of whom had hesitant delivery, but never the less, tried to converse with her. Topics ranged from the weather, to the latest reports, which technically, had no lasting relevancy, but was all in a desperate attempt to give her back some type of normalcy. And every short discussion ended with a more than friendly pat on the back. However, for the others who held a more gregarious attitude, they chose to avoid any discussion until the right time presented itself. Even Sideswipe, who usually gave the teen a daily, friendly jab, wisely backed off and took his pranks elsewhere. But the girl could feel the compassion in both their hand gestures and words, and just took it all in grateful stride…she knew they knew.
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"Hey, Prowl…"
The tactician, who was typing away on Teletraan-One, jumped slightly and snapped his head downward to see Kayla standing next to him. All he could do was stare at her a moment; blinking a few times as his logic circuits went into overdrive. He thought she would've went home after…last night…what was she doing here? Although many questions presented themselves, the only thing that came out was, "Oh-uh…good morning…"
The two merely kept still a few moments; both wondering what to say and/or how to say it. Finally, the girl let out a sigh. Knowing she was creating more of an enigma by the second, she nervously shifted on her feet and muttered, "Um…so-you-usually have stuff for me to take to-Optimus…anythin' today?"
Her words made the second in command suddenly remember that she had the early morning shift with him, and his increasing headache lessened a bit. Perhaps she felt that sticking to the routine would take her mind off…things. Playing along so as not to arouse her, he slowly reached over to the computer console and grabbed a large stack of ten or so, human-sized, data pads. As he handed them to her, he explained, "Eh-ahem-just some maintenance reports to be brought to his attention…I-downloaded them already."
"Oh…okay…" was all the teen could say as she shifted her grip to carry a stack of information as long as her arm. When she finally found a steady position, she carefully turned around and began to make her way back towards the entrance.
For a few seconds, the police car watched her in a tense silence as she tried to make off with the loot. But maneuverability was proving slow, due to the weight in her one arm. A few steps, and she'd have to shrug her shoulder to keep the data pads in place as she tapped her cane with the other hand. With the scene growing more guilt-worthy by the second, Prowl called out, "Um…I hadn't realized how tall that pile was." He began rising from his chair, adding in, "Perhaps I'll just take them myself."
But the musician, who was already halfway through the door at that point, quickly gave a counter, "Nah; I can handle it…t-thanks anyway."
The tactician was about to retort, but at the last second, decided against it. He wanted so much to walk over and take the chore off her shoulders, and he would've done so, had he not considered that it'd only start an argument. And a fight with her was the last thing they needed…especially at a time like this. So, with a deep sigh and severe reluctance, he let her go.
It wasn't long into Kayla's trek to Optimus Prime's quarters, when another mech passed her in the hall. The gunner, known to all as Bluestreak, glanced downward; took one look at the girl trotting by, and found his optics widening in an instant. He immediately halted in his tracks and swiveled around; grabbing a few data pads in the process. The sudden intrusion caused the red head to stop as well, giving a muffled, "Wha-?"
The 'Bot gave a quick, jittery answer, "Uh-here, um…why don't I carry some of those for ya'…"
Recognizing the young voice, the teen started to pull away, "I-it's okay, I-"
But the gunner continued plucking data pads from her grasp; shaking his head and replying in a nervous stutter, "N-n-n-n-no; it's totally cool-I like to help out." Giving half the stack back to her, he added in, "You just take this and I'll take this, okay?"
With the mech's incessant chatter, the girl knew it'd be a long while before she could even begin to argue with him. Although, thinking about it, there wasn't really anything to fight about-he was only trying to lend a hand, especially given the circumstances thrust upon both her and him. Plus, she was just-plain-tired-of everything right now. So, with an exasperated huff, she moaned, "Alright…"
Despite the situation, the gunner actually smiled briefly; happy to assist her with something. To that, he let out a breath of relief-not realizing he was holding his breath in the first place. But his grin dissipated when the girl said nothing more; only continued the walk that got interrupted. Taking her exit as his cue, he quickly came to trot next to her, and the two were off.
For the first few minutes, Bluestreak kept quiet, but only because he struggled for subject matter. He daren't say something and wind up putting his foot in his mouth. He may have been one of the younger members of the team, but even he knew there was a time and place. To occupy himself, he looked over the five data pads all clenched in his fist. Maintenance reports, supply lists, battle tactics; no doubt these were for Optimus. Unfortunately, the boring stats couldn't keep the mech from glancing down to the teen walking next to him-his spark beating faster as he grew more nervous.
The pair's silent walk continued for a few more minutes, until Kayla gave a small cough to get his attention. With slight hesitancy, she muttered, "Um…t-thanks for helpin' me with this…"
The 'Bot jumped a tad when she suddenly began speaking, and quickly scrambled for a rebuttal, "Oh-er-no problem. Like I said, I like to help out. I-it's just, ya' know, when I saw ya' there, it looked like you were havin' trouble, and I didn't want ya' to strain yourself, so-well, not that you're not tough or anything, 'cause I know you are, but I'm just sayin' that even if you couldn't do it, y-" The gunner immediately stopped himself, upon realizing he was rambling. Running a hand down his face, he said, albeit much quieter, "…shutting up now…"
The red head was about to comment, but then thought better of it and kept her mouth shut. No sense in starting anything, for soon enough, the twosome finally arrived at Optimus Prime's quarters. The girl used her cane to knock on the massive door, and a voice was heard from within, "Come in."
The two hatches swished open, and the duo entered the room. Their leader was seated at his desk; typing away on his computer, but he immediately swiveled in his chair to face the newcomers upon hearing them enter. His gaze first went to the gunner, who looked nervous beyond any doubt. But the leader's optics then shifted to the teenager, who looked a little worse for wear, and he stared a moment before greeting, "Hello Kayla-Bluestreak." He gave a respectful nod to both of them.
The girl was the first to speak; stepping forward as she did, "H-hi, Optimus, um…just-got some data pads from Prowl for ya'." She turned her head slightly as she added in, "T-there's a lot, so-Blue insisted on helping me-carry them."
Prime carefully took the stored information from her; looking up at the gunner at his mentioning. To that, the young mech merely shrugged, as if to say, "Just trying to help." With equal care, the 18-wheeler retrieved the data pads off Bluestreak as well; giving him a nod of approval in the process. After subspacing the information for later, he then addressed the pair, "Thank you-both of you. I very much appreciate it."
The gunner nervously rubbed the back of his head, "Oh, uh-no-trouble at all. Just, uh-tryin' to help…" Taking a few steps back, he continued, "So, uh…I'll just-be-on my way then…"
The leader nodded; knowing very well the mech was growing more uncomfortable by the second, "I won't keep you then. Thanks for the assistance."
With nothing more to say, Bluestreak hastily took his leave.
Optimus regarded Kayla for a long moment, who was standing at his feet in deep thought. Tilting his head slightly, he asked very gently, "Are you alright?"
Kayla turned her head up in his general direction; contemplating what she was about to say. But knowing they were alone, and his tone of voice, it was enough for her to open up once more-at least to the person who was with her first hand. Taking a deep breath, she began in a low tone, "Everyone's kept pretty quiet…they're really nervous."
Prime leaned in a tad-his voice becoming more parental, "It's understandable…they just don't want to upset you in any way."
"Oh, I know", she said; her head lowering a bit, "I know they care…"
She trailed off from there, but the mech knew there was more she wished to say. With a tiny nod; ever so carefully, he prodded, "If something is troubling you, you know you can tell me. What's on your mind?"
The teen's unseeing eyes darted about in hesitation. But keeping his words in mind, she managed out, "Um…this morning…J-Jazz told me that-you-called my mom-last night…told her what happened…"
"I did", was all he replied.
Feeling it safe to continue, she muttered, "W-well…what'd she say?"
Optimus blinked a few times, wondering just how he was going to explain this. All he knew for sure was that the story would take a while. That said, he slowly bent down and carefully lifted the girl into his hands, and placed her atop his desk. In turn, Kayla sat down and settled into a comfortable position as he swiveled to face her. With a sigh, and a clear of the vocals, the leader began to explain.
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A red haired woman glanced at the wall clock hanging above the kitchen sink-7:30…Jazz usually brought Kayla home by now. Granted, there were times they were running late, but she always called if such were the case…what could've happened?
…maybe her daughter went back too early…
The mother was startled out of her thoughts at the sound of the phone ringing; maybe that was her. With that possibility in mind, she quickly crossed the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast nook; grabbing the receiver off the wall in the process. Her voice attempting to hold back the pain still lingering over the past few weeks, she answered, "Hello-Matthews' residence."
From the other end of the line, a rich, deep voice started, "Mrs. Matthews?"
Not expecting the older tone, it took a moment for the woman to realize just who was calling her…and she couldn't believe it. With utter bewilderment, she managed out, "…Optimus…?"
"Yes, it is I", he replied with a sigh. On a more apologetic note, he added, "Please; forgive me for intruding on your grief."
On your grief…
The mother's eyes went wide in realization…and it made her heart sink, as she muttered above barely a whisper, "…oh no…s-she told you…"
"Yes…but only after we discovered the notice first", Prime explained; slowly and gently, "We knew something was wrong since she arrived back, but we daren't force her to talk. She felt it'd only burden us so…but we told her otherwise…and it all came out…I'm so sorry."
Somehow, Mrs. Matthews knew this was coming…but her grief-stricken mind didn't want to accept it. They only had the Autobots' best interest in mind…oh, Lord, she prayed they didn't take it the wrong way. Her voice shaky, and awash with a newly-opened pain, she stuttered, "P-please, sir-er-Optimus…I know w-what this looks like, but-believe me-we trust you all with our lives. We…w-we wanted to tell you, but…I guess we were just so upset, or-I don't know. We didn't know when to-how…" Her voice hitched slightly as a tear ran down her face.
"I understand", the mech soothed over the line, "What's important is that we must all do our part to help one another when tragedy occurs…we'll do whatever we can."
Another tear escaped the distressed woman; this time, out of the leader's endless amount of selflessness…the world needed more people like him. But it soon occurred to her there had to be more to this phone call than just to show sympathy, especially if Prime himself was dialing. After a few seconds to gather herself, she asked quietly, "What about Kayla?"
"Jazz is with her", Optimus reassured, "…and I know it'll be awhile."
It was then, in that moment, an odd, albeit small amount of relief came over the mother. Her daughter wasn't alone…and that's all that mattered. With a sigh, she replied, "Good…it means she's healing." A pause to consider the two, inseparable best friends, and then, "…if she needs to stay-let her stay…I know she's in good hands."
Apparently, she gave the 'Bot something to consider, for the line went quiet a moment. But soon, he inquired on a caring note, "And you?"
Mrs. Matthews was thrown a beat-she hadn't expected him to ask about her. How was she to answer? Her life was still in the process of being thrown upside down, with recovery a far away dream-for her anyway. Half of her soul was now lost forever…or was it? She still had Kayla, and she, thank God, was very much alive. With another breath of tiny relief, she answered softly, "She's not invincible, but she's strong…he made her that way…if I have her, I'll survive too…"
There was another long pause, before Prime spoke once more; both a pained and sympathetic lilt to his voice, "If it's any consolation, I know what it's like to be separated from your bondmate."
It took a second for comprehension to dawn, and when it did, the woman asked in utter shock, "…you're married?"
"So to speak", he explained in a far away tone, "…my love, Elita-One, leads a team of femmes on Cybertron…" He then added more softly, "I worry for her every moment."
Mrs. Matthews knew very well, through Kayla and Jazz, that Transformer women existed. However, it was something else to find out that one of them was a wife-to Optimus Prime of all people. And there was no hiding the fact that he deeply missed her. Suddenly, the woman's own memories of her husband came flooding back-the day he came home on one shore leave with a black eye, various scars, and a minor sprain-or the days she would find herself just sitting and praying, both silently and aloud, that Pete was okay-that he was still out there, and would return home in one piece. That's all it ever was; guessing and waiting…and now, she didn't have to anymore…
Fate had a cruel sense of humor…and now, she prayed the joke wouldn't fall on Optimus.
With all of this in mind, the mother finally spoke with a sigh, "…sometimes I wonder if that's worse…not knowing…at least we had some kind of closure…but-you still have hope…"
"You do as well", Prime answered; his tone becoming a bit lighter than before, "Hope for yourself, your daughter, and a new day-don't forget that…hope is a powerful thing, and one no one can afford to lose."
At that point, the woman began to silently weep…but her mouth sported the tiniest smile. The leader had been given the name Optimus for a reason…and God knows they needed it now. She knew she'd still be sad for a long time, but now, she also had a reason to be happy, and the hope that everything would be okay…which brought to mind but one thought.
There's a lot of people in this world, and they say that when God and the guardian angels are busy protecting people, and can't get to everyone, they send regular guys to help.
And it's true.
With a hitch to her voice, she spoke, "You're a good man, Optimus…don't forget that…" The line went silent, and she continued, "Thank you…for a lot of things, just-thank you."
With a tone that spoke volumes for his hidden smile and endless amount of care and love, Prime replied kindly, "You're welcome, Mrs. Matthews."
Remembering that fateful day at the house, the woman smiled bigger and sniffed, "Please…call me Darla…"
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His story finished, Optimus Prime leaned back a tad in his chair and let his words sink in to the teenager still seated atop his desk. Kayla was hugging her legs against her chest, and had her face buried in them, if only to try and stop the silent tears she was shedding. It's not that she didn't understand Prime's reasoning, it was just the way he spoke-the thought and care he put into every word. He didn't have to take it upon himself to tell the others. He didn't have to make her father's death his problem. He didn't have to make the call…but he did-all to make sure she didn't lose hope in herself.
Suddenly, the whole "alone is strong" thing sounded really dumb.
Quickly wiping her dead eyes, she tried to turn in the mech's general direction, and sighed; lifting her head, "Jazz was right; I was only hurting myself by gettin' all bottled up." With a shake of the head, she added, "I-I'm sorry, I-I was stupid. I should've told you in the first place."
Optimus gave the girl a pat on the back, and replied in a gentle tone, "You needn't be sorry for anything…we all have different ways of dealing with grief. Admittance and acceptance is the first step."
The red head slowly nodded in understanding…and strangely enough…she felt better…granted, it was only a small amount, but still. But then, that brought up the question of how Prime handled loss. Being the leader for who knows how long, there had to have been plenty of things he'd lost to the war-things he'd seen and done that no one else has, or should. And yet, he continued to lead on without losing his gumption and will. How'd he do it?
There was a long pause before the girl asked quietly, "What about you?" When the leader didn't answer, she continued, "You have the Matrix of Leadership…and the Matrix is where all the sparks go…you're carrying your friends all the time…like having Heaven inside you…"
Surprised at her choice of subject matter, the mech regarded her a moment, before answering, "Primus dwells in the Matrix as well, and he's our creator…he lives in all of us."
The teen raised an eyebrow; a matter of fact lilt to her voice, "By 'us', you mean the Autobots?"
This time, it was Optimus who had to think. What was it with Humans and Cybertronians that both cultures were so much the same, and yet, at the same time, so far apart? Of course, by "us", he meant the Autobots…but that was back when he lived on Cybertron. Now on Earth, with new friends to consider…did "us" include humans too? But how could a creator of mechanical life create organics as well? Maybe he'd get the answer if he asked a question of his own. That he did, "You have a God as well, correct?"
Kayla tilted her head with a look of thought, "Yeah…and in my religion, He created everything, so…does that mean-He created Primus?"
The leader blinked a few times; almost as confused as her. He rubbed the back of his head as he started, "We're not sure where Primus came from exactly…" A sudden thought occurred to him as he rubbed his chin, "Come to think of it, no one really knows where they came from-why they're here, or where they're going. We hope, we believe, but we don't know…and for some, it scares them." With a sigh, he added, "So they race around; chase wealth-chase power…"
The monster known as Megatron came to mind as the girl finished, "…just so they won't have to worry what life's all about."
"Exactly", Prime nodded. The teen shifted her position so she was sitting cross legged with her head resting in her hands-still looking discouraged. There was a pause before the mech rested a hand as best he could on her shoulder, and spoke in kind, "All I'm trying to say, is that although I never knew your father, I know he wouldn't want to see you like this…and I know this because you don't like for others to dwell in pain for very long." The girl's head rose a bit in response, and he continued, "Part of him is still alive because of you…physically gone, but not forgotten. Your love for him will go on forever, and as long as you keep him in your spark-er, heart, in many ways, he'll never be dead…he lives in you."
By that time, the girl's head was directed skyward, as she let the 'Bot's words sink in for a second time. It was a lot to consider…and she realized, with much relief, that a little weight had been lifted from her shoulders. How did Prime always know the right thing to say? There was a pause before she replied, rather dryly, "…either you've done this before, or you've seen The Lion King one too many times."
To that, the leader actually chuckled slightly as he gathered her into his hands and gently placed her on the floor. After gaining her footing, the red head unfolded her cane, but didn't make a move to leave. Instead, she faced the mech's direction one more time, and he, in turn, continued to watch her. A short pause later, Kayla spoke; still pained, but also touched, "Thanks, Optimus…for everything…"
The girl's future starting to look brighter, said leader gave a tiny smile under his faceplate, "You're very welcome."
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The sultry sounds of the radio playing and the engine humming were the only things that could be heard as Jazz drove Kayla home. With a concerned frown, his hologram driver turned to steal a glance at his charge, and found her slumped in her seat; head resting against the window, and eyes closed. Whether she was asleep or not, he didn't know, but if she was, best not to wake her. But he daren't turn the music off, or the silence following would drive him crazy. So, he continued along the road; content to listen to the soft rock station at a low volume.
However, the girl sitting in the passenger seat was very much awake; glad also to have some kind of background noise to fill the gap she was creating. It's not that she didn't want to talk, she just didn't know what to say. The last few weeks and the past few days, especially, left her utterly exhausted, causing her current slump. She was tired-mentally tired-of everything at the moment, leaving her to wonder just how she managed to keep her feet on the ground and her head in the game amidst all the madness.
Her mind beginning to wander, the teen almost didn't notice that a new song was beginning to play; its tune entrancing and melody fairly even-not fast, but not slow either. After a good minute or so of the instrumental start, a male voice began to sing…and the words flowing through the Autobot's speakers caused the red head to tilt up a tad. With a perked interest, she quietly began to listen.
I feel my wings have broken in your hands
I feel the words unspoken inside-and they pull you under
And I would give you anything you want, but know-you were all I wanted
And all my dreams are fallin' down
Crawlin' around, and-
Somebody save me
Let your warm hands break right through
Somebody save me
I don't care how you do it, just stay-stay
Come on…I've been waitin' for you
I see the world has folded in your heart
I feel the waves crash down inside-and they pulled me under
I would give you anything you want, but know-you were all I wanted
And all my dreams have fallen down
Crawlin' around, and-
Somebody save me
Let your warm hands break right through
Somebody save me
I don't care how you do it, just stay-stay
Come on…I've been waitin' for you
Was it just her, or did the Porsche turn up the volume slightly? And did he purposely choose this song, or did the powers that be wish to finally shine on her for once? Either way, the lyrics were a God send. If anything, it made her answer her own question, and feel all the more stupid; who else took the time to help her but her friends? The ones who listened to her cries and didn't mock-only gave whatever they could to let her know they cared. The ones who didn't think her a sissy-only tried to give her strength.
The one who held her close, with the innate ability to listen to words unspoken…who knew what it was like.
…the one…
"Hey, Jazz?" Kayla asked, as the song began to fade out.
If the saboteur was startled by her sudden speech, he didn't show it. However, his hologram turned to her with a mixture of interest and concern, "Yeah?"
The teen lifted her head from the glass and opened her pale blue eyes. Of course, all that met her was more darkness, but the gesture, if anything, would let him know to pay attention. There was a long moment of quiet, save for the radio (which he'd turned down once more), as she sorted out what to say exactly. But the Autobot waited patiently; letting her have all the time in the world. Finally, with a heavy sigh, she softly managed out, "Um…I…t-thanks…for-bein' there…f-for last night." Her face still mournful, she added, "I-I know it-doesn't look like it, but…I-actually do feel a lot better…you were right…"
To that, the 'Bot's driver nodded, and replied, very gently, "No problem…dat's what family does fer' each other."
Family.
That's what he considered her-family.
And right now, it was everything she needed…and he knew it. Of course, for the saboteur, she was a part of the Autobots long before. But through his brotherly words, only now did the girl come to realize this. The very thought was overwhelming-the hope beginning to rise; how much he always cared…her heart began to pound with a new life…as long as her best friend was around, she still had something to live for.
And for the first time in weeks…she smiled.
It was all the more to make Jazz's engine rev in utter joy-it was a sign-the first sign of his old friend trying to come back. Such was this, that he noted in a lighter tone, "Heeey, now…now dat's better…now we're gettin' somewhere…like I said, jus' take it one day at a time, an' try not ta' worry."
"Why's that?" Kayla asked.
With his driver softly patting her hand, Jazz soothed, " 'Cause 'round 'ere, ya' always got a shoulder ta' lean on."
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AN: Another long chapter I couldn't find a stopping place for, but they won't be this long after this.
You also might have to read over the scenes in "Guitar Hero" where Kayla was captured again if you don't recognize some of the dialogue in her dream at the beginning here. But I promise you, things are gonna' get better for her.