There is a song that I wrote in this chapter, and I am hoping that readers won't take it and be a slagging jerk-off. enjoy and please review!
Midi let out a relaxed sigh as she lied back onto the fresh green grass and recollected the events that had passed in the two months of being at the Autobot base. Sideswipe told Alexis about her past, along with telling Blurr about his feelings towards him! It wasn't an easy task, mind you. Midi was around the corner, glaring at Sideswipe whenever he tried to change the subject of the conversation that the young 'Bot was having with the commander. Surprisingly, Blurr was the one who made the first move by removing his faceplate and planting a sweet and passionate kiss on the young Autobot's lips, which made Midi extremely happy for both of them.
The femme's face furrowed with a deep glare of worry as her mind drifted towards the darkest event that occurred in that time. The Requiem Blaster was discovered, and was put under strict protection against Megatron. However, the Autobot who was protecting them didn't make the cut (not that anyone else could), and ended up with a whole in his chest. Smokescreen better make it Midi thought to herself as she gazed up into the blue Earthen sky, because I don't think Hot Shot could keep not only his sanity, but his life if his best friend fell and didn't get up . . .
Midi's mind snapped back into reality at the sound of a human girl calling her pseudonym. The femme sat up and turned her head to see a worried Alexis riding the transformed Sureshock, her Minicon partner. When near enough, the brunette stopped and jumped off of the Minicon as Sureshock transformed from an orange scooter into a normal (as normal as things could get) Minicon. "Midi, the Autobots rolled out a few minutes ago after Starscream!" the girl cried.
"Starscream! Why would he be here?" Midi asked curiously.
"He's being chased by the other Decepticons! I think he decided to switch sides and become an Autobot!" Alexis said astonished. Midi's optics grew wide at the thought of Megatron's second-in-command leaving, and had a feeling that the Decepticon leader wouldn't take it sitting down.
Picking up the human and her Minicon partner, Midi carefully put them on her shoulder and waited until they were sitting. "Hang on to something," Midi suggested as she ran back to the base double-time.
Back at the base, Midi left Alexis and Sureshock in the wreck-room with the other children to gather up on what happened while the two were getting "Breaker" back to the base. The large automatic door slid open, revealing a disheveled and badly-conditioned Starscream, a furious Hot Shot who had to be held back my Scavenger so he wouldn't break something, and many confused Autobots over what to do with the former Decepti-bot.
Optimus Prime turned to the Transformer who had entered the command room and sighed with relief. The med-bay is too stressed with Smokescreen still out of commission, and Starscream is in no condition to just remain against the wall he thought. What better way to introduce and welcome a new addition than to pair them with someone who's already been through it?
"Breaker," said the Autobot leader as he walked towards the directed Transformer, "I need you to do me a great favor; that is, if you're up for the challenge?"
Midi smirked behind her faceplate, already guessing what Optimus was going to suggest. "I'd be honored to take the new addition under my wing, sir," Breaker replied to the Autobot leader with no problem.
Every Transformer in the command room stopped complaining and/or debating and stood awestruck at the two Transformers who were having a conversation. Their optics grew huge with shock and confusion. "WHAT!" they all cried at once, but Optimus would have none of it.
"I know that this is all very sudden, what with Starscream being leaving the Decepticons, along with Smokescreen still out of commission," Optimus started, "but we currently have no room for any complaining or questions at this time. We also have no extra living quarters for our new addition to stay-"
"Sir you CAN'T POSSIBLY BE SERIOUS!" a certain yellow Autobot screamed furiously. "He's a Decepticon! It's his fault that Smokescreen is out of commission! This Decepti-SCUM doesn't deserve our-"
Unfortunately, Hot Shot's little rant was cut short by a fist colliding with his left cheek. The yellow Autobot looked up from the floor dumbstruck towards who just hit him in the face. "Let me get this straight Hot Shot," Midi seethed, obviously offended. "The Autobots should lower themselves to the Decepticon's level and not aid someone who is in dire need of assistance and protection?" Hot Shot just stared up into the former Decepticon's face which glared down into his optics, not knowing how to react to all of the facts which barricaded him from believing his former fury.
"And I thought that Autobots were different from the Decepticons . . ." Midi drifted, walking back to where she had come in. She paused and looked toward Scavenger. "Hey Scavenger, you think you could take Starscream into my quarters since the med-bay is packed enough and it's safer than out here?"
"What do you mean by 'safer'?" the abnormally large and strong green-and-silver Transformer asked, but then realized the answer before Midi could tell him. If Hot Shot was given the chance, he'd probably tear Starscream apart!
Picking up the battered and now unconscious red seeker, Scavenger followed Breaker to the living quarters with Starscream in his huge arms. Once they passed the wreck-room, the children ran out to see who was walking by. All of the children gasped with worry and terror. They knew that the Decepticons were horrible and ruthless, but the thought of beating their own never dared to cross their virgin minds.
Scavenger gently laid the Decepticon-beaten Starscream on Breaker's recharge bed. With a nod and a grunt of approval, Scavenger left Breaker's living quarters and started making his way back to the command room to let Optimus know. Midi sighed with worry and sorrow over the poor condition that the former Decepticon had been put under. He's in worse condition than I was when I left she thought as she sat herself down on the side of the bed. Well, it figures; he is-WAS, was Megatron's second-in-command . . . Midi then noticed a large patch of mud on the red seeker's neck which, if not taken care of, would probably lead to further problems; if it got too deep into his collar, it could mess with his circuitry.
The disguised femme leaned over Starscream and, with tender hands, gently wiped away the messy wet dirt from his neck. The seeker, having drifted into a lighter, but still a form of unconsciousness, groaned and turned his head towards the source of the calm sensation. Midi jerked her hand back, fearing that she may have unintentionally hurt him, but on closer observation it seemed to have calmed him from his pain. With relief, Midi continued to remove the mud and to distract Starscream from the agony which his former leader had bestowed upon his former right-hand.
Once the mud had been disposed of, Midi returned her dark-silver hand to her side and watched as Starscream drifted back into a deep, relaxing slumber as opposed to being "out to lunch". Seeing as there was no one around, and her new "room mate" was in a bottomless slumber, Midi decided to remove herself from her constant disguise and prepare herself to sleep. After locking the door, she removed her light-silver mask and strenuous helmet and gently placed the invaluable items on her desk.
Finding a somewhat comfortable place against the wall which faced the door and was parallel to the bed, the worn-out Transformer shut off her orange optics and recalled a song which she would sing to help herself drift into sleep-mode. She allowed a small smile to plant itself on her face as she quietly sang the easy song to herself, not knowing that Starscream was conscious enough to hear the song, but not wake up enough to see who was composing the beautiful music, which sounded a lot like this:
Safety, security;
That's how I feel
When you're with me.
Maybe, we'll see,
if our dreams
will later be
a
Fantasy come true,
with just me and you;
together in a brand-new
Reality, you see
where we can always be
gazing in a deeper scene of our
Destiny; a reinstated
humiliated
miscalculated
version of us in love.
Dreaming, scheming;
in school I can't
help but seem
mesmerized, pint-sized;
I view when I
gaze into your eyes
a
Fantasy come true,
with just me and you;
together in a brand-new
Reality, you see
where we can always be
gazing in a deeper scene of our
Destiny; a reinstated
humiliated
miscalculated
version of us in love.
I can not help but think of you when I'm alone.
There are times in my day when I feel it crush my bones.
Even when this feelings too well-known,
I just groan and slip on my headphones
and imagine my own
Fantasy come true,
with just me and you;
together in a brand-new
Reality, you see
where we can always be
gazing in a deeper scene of our
Destiny; a reinstated
humiliated
miscalculated
version of us in love.
Oh, yeah a
Fantasy come true,
with just me and you;
together in a brand-new
Reality, you see
where we can always be
gazing in a deeper scene of our
Destiny; a reinstated
humiliated
miscalculated
version of us in love.
Safety, security;
that's how I feel
when you're with me . . .