Beep…Beep…Beep…
The rhythmic sound of the machine broke into the empty silence within my head and I steered a little to the noise, strands of hair falling across my forehead. After a few minutes listening to the calm and steady beep, I slowly opened my eyes and sat up a bit too quick causing me to wince in pain as my side instantly began to burn. My hands moved to my side and I took in a sharp breath as I touched a stitched up cut all the way down my hip, goose bumps crawling up my skin. I was in a faze for a few moments then lifted my head to inspect or at least find out where I am.
..Where..where…..am..I?
My eyes managed to pick out a few objects such as a table with some papers and files from where I was laying, and the door was slightly ajar with a thin ray of light entering the dark room. Faint noises and voices came from outside, and I gently moved myself off the side of the hospital bed and placed my feet on the ground holding onto the rail as if I depended my life on it. The beep of the heart monitor next to me continued steadily until I stumbled very, very slowly until I was standing in front of the door, I held my breath and froze as there were some more noises from outside. I lifted my arm up to grab hold the handle but was held back by the long tubes connected to the heart monitor in my arms. I winced as I yanked on them and cursed hotly under my breath. God damn it..why do I need these anyway? I questioned myself angrily as I hastily pulled out the tubes connected to me and bit my lip as my skin torn away from those sucker tubes and let the tubes fall to the floor as the heart monitor went silent.
I placed my hand gently on the bedroom doorknob and held in my breath as I slowly pulled the door away and the light instantly filled the darkness within the room and I turned myself to face the little room and sighed. I faced the bright light and sudden memories flooded through my mind of my parents, home..Optimus. I gasped and closed the door shut again and leaned against the wood breathing heavily as I tried to gathered what thoughts just appeared. Those memories…so familiar…whatever went wrong to living a normal teen life?
First of all though, I need to find out where the heck I am…then to look for my parents. I focused on those priorities as my breathing slowed and I was calm once again. My knuckles gripped tightly around the brass doorknob as I slowly and gradually opened the door and light once again flooded the darkness. It was still silent at the moment, which is lucky considering that I was properly been kept an eye on by whoever is here, I told myself as my bare and grazed feet stepped across the white shiny floor and I stood in the middle of the empty hallway. All was quiet at the moment; the banging had stopped and I only heard faint voices in the background as I looked down the hall then tumbled to the balcony. My hands held my body up as I held the rails and suddenly I gasped with the sight I saw.
I was in a huge, and i meant huge military-like base and from my view I saw soldiers carrying boxes and talking as I gazed down from the balcony. This place…it looks familiar! A thought came to my mind as I stepped away from the rails and proceeded to walk very unsteadily down the hallway until I faced the entrance doorway. I took in a deep breath and pressed my head against the wood, tears forming in confusion and stress. Where am I? Why am I here? Where is mum and dad? Are they dead? Alive? Where is Alise? Where am I!? Dozens of unanswered questions suddenly filled the empty paces within my mind, coming one after another, again and again. I shook my head violently and pushed the demanding questions into the back of my head and opened the door, letting in a sharp crisp breeze and a staircase which lead downwards. I know where I am now! I am at father's work, the NEST base..but why am I here? I frowned slightly as I grabbed hold of the handrail and began to make my way down the stairs, pausing every few minutes to catch my breath. Flashes of memory would race through my mind and I blinked hard to stop myself from crying out loud as I reached the double doors, as I gently rested my head against the glass window pane and breathed outwards as my body tried to regain balance and legs trying not to collapse underneath me. The pain in my side now was so extreme that it had numbed the feelings in my hands and fingertips, and each step I took came with a wince. Seriously, how much longer do I have to go on? My thoughts pleaded inside, but I ignored the request and with all the strength I had left, I opened the doors and was greeted with blinding light and what it appeared to be a medical bay, but a lot, and I meant A LOT bigger. I held in my breath and stepped forwards before letting the doors close behind me, and I found myself facing, well, a giant mechanical man.
As soon as my eyes made contact with the huge metal face peering down at me, I felt my consciousness faded into black as sudden memories appeared and everything became fuzzy as a voice became to cut through my thoughts as I slipped to the floor. The voice continued to whisper my name over and over as my eyes finally closed to the brightness surrounded me. This voice..the voice in my dreams..please.. My cries inside seemed to beg to the mysterious sound, but it carried on like I didn't exist, like it was taking over my entire soul and body. I felt the last breath of my consciousness escape from my lips just as time only started to move around me, and other voices, human voices were calling me as if they were trying to wake me but it was no good. The last of my awareness slipped away and my mind became black.
Ratchet was looking at the human boy's sparkling's levels when he heard the entrance doors bang behind him. He tensed, as he didn't hear a greeting or a threat so was unsure on how to approach the intruder so, being his cautious self he grabbed his wench (which was a favorite tool to aim at the annoying humans and mechs alike) and turned so sudden, and unexpectedly found himself looking down at the weak body of Sam Witwicky's daughter, Skylar as she looked back up at him with unfocused eyes and was swaying a little from side to side. The wench that was in Ratchet's grip fell to the ground with a metallic clunk! As his clear-blue optics grew with concern and a hint of panic when he took in the wrecked appearance of the young girl.
A moment passed between him and Skylar, as he was half expecting some sort of reaction but as he scanned her, her eyes were out of focus and her levels were all over the place. 'Oh Primus, what fool left her side!?' He thought angrily as he continued to look at the femme, and was about to say something when Skylar collapsed in front of his very optics.
Panic grew instantly within him and shown on his faceplates as Ratchet observed the human girl fall to the ground, her breathing decreasing by every moment. He looked up around him and searched desperately for anyone who could help. He quickly comm. Linked to Optimus as he injected the unconscious femme with an antibiotic as Optimus answered with a concern in his noble voice.
.::What is the matter, Ratchet?::.
Ratchet took in a deep breath as he replied with a concerned tone in his voice. .::Optimus, it is about Skylar.::.
.::Skylar? Why, what has happened?::. The slight sign of panic grew within the Prime's voice, and Ratchet knew how much he cared for the fragile femme.
.::I need you down here at the Medical Bay. I think it may be time.::.
Silence grew quickly before Optimus replied with a struggling tone.
.::You are right, Ratchet. I am on my way.::. He said hastily before cutting off the connection, and left Ratchet yet again alone with the unconscious girl, and the silence was almost deafening among the mixed atmosphere of panic and concern among the air before the double doors opened again and out came Will with Sam and Mikeala, all with worried expressions on their faces. Behind them was Optimus himself, as Ratchet looked up and nodded to him, knowing what was to happen. He then picked up the unconscious Skylar gently and laid her on a bed in the corner of the workplace, when Sam tried to rush over but was held back by Will as Optimus bent down on one servo and looked down at the peaceful femme. Mikeala's gentle sobs were a mere sound in the background as both Autobots nodded to each other and Ratchet scanned Skylar over again to check her levels.
Skylar's unconscious self appeared even more fragile as she laid there, wisps of hair framing her gentle face while Optimus's optics stared down at her. His Spark gave way inside as the weight of what was about to come dragged him down even more, and he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and turned to Ratchet, who was preparing them. He looked up and looked into his old friend' optics with a worrying look, and Ratchet nodded in a gentle way as if trying his best to comfort him, but Optimus also knew that he wasn't the only one whose Spark was suffering.
The boy, Sam and his mate Mikeala were sat away from Skylar on the bench, Sam had his head in his hands and was slightly rocking while Mikeala was quietly sobbing into his shoulder. Optimus then looked around at the others; Alise was with Bumblebee, but with no feel of happiness and joy around them, Will had his head in his hands with Epps had one arm over his shoulders and was trying his best to comfort Will and all his Autobots were silent in their own ways. He never really let his emotions loose openly, but now that his charge was in danger of death he took the blame as his, for ever being involved with Sam's daughter and causing this to happen, 'This is my fault.' Optimus thought to himself as he looked at the unconscious Skylar before steadying himself and walked over to Sam.
"Sam, I-" Optimus began to say before Sam looked up and abruptly cut his sentence off, pain and grief showing in his eyes. He looked down at Sam, sharing the hurt between them before Sam spoke again, his voice on the verge of breaking.
"It was not your fault Optimus.. this was going to happen sooner or lately anyway, right?" He looked up, questioning the knowledge with Optimus's Spark and the Matrix of Leadership and with a grime look, the Prime nodded and Sam looked down at the ground before cursing under his breath softly.
The place was full of sadness and grief, and it pained Optimus to see his fellow Autobot and friends suffer along with the weight of it all dragging down his Spark by each second. Time seemed to have frozen in the space of the sorrow before the silence was broken by Ratchet's alert voice throughout the room, and just like that everyone snapped out of their grieving and Optimus rose and strolled towards Ratchet, who was scanning over Skylar, the monitors surrounding her flashing on and off. "Optimus, it is time!" Ratchet said panicky as Skylar's body began to glow a faint blue. Optimus looked back at Ratchet with a worried look in his optics, and his old friend nodded back grimly.
"Is Skylar going to survive?" Optimus questioned as the bluish glow grew stronger around the girl, and Ratchet shrugged his shoulders before scanning her again.
"There is no way to tell; the energy could either swallow her humanity or it can leave her mind but would make her half Cybertronian."
Optimus dropped his head, but he already knew this decision was going to happen sooner or later. But there was still hope, and he felt the Matrix inside of him and also his Spark growing stronger and he could not lose Skylar. Not now, not ever, his charge is his responsibility. Thoughts ran through his processor clouding his knowledge when suddenly the entire room shone blue as electric blue bolts radiated from Skylar's body as she was lifted and floated above everyone's heads.
Everyone in the room stared with open mouths as Skylar floated above them, her hair loose and wild, swaying around her soft and delicate face and blue wisps of light twisting around her body as her hands fell by her side limply. All time seemed to had stopped in those few moments before suddenly Skylar's eyes opened, but there was one thing that was different about them.
They were not Skylar's eyes.
Gasps went around the room like wildfire, and Sam suddenly yelled out and tried to run towards his daughter but was held back by Will and Epps as the blue light continued to glow around her. Optimus was shocked by his charge's unexpected appearance but now he saw that the eyes that belonged to Skylar were not there anymore, but the eyes of the Allspark energy looking down at him, and a small smirk appeared on Skylar's face.
Optimus stared hard back but inside his Spark was desperately searching for the comforting sense of Skylar, but only there was the alien-like presence of the Allspark knowledge overpowering the humanity. The Allspark sensed his presence within their bond and smirked even more as tentacles of electric blue light began so slither around Optimus's servos and body until he was unable to move.
The Prime's optic widened as the Allspark possessed body of Skylar floated towards him until they were face-to-face before Skylar smiled then spoke with a voice which was not hers at all as yet again, time seemed to have frozen in those few moments.
"Optimus Prime."
HELLO! And yes, this chapter has finally been completed and uploaded after a ridiculous amount of writer's block and schoolwork (-.-*) but I have managed to find some time to complete this! And hopefully in future, updates will be a lot quicker than this one but I cannot guarantee it unfortunately.
Anyway, thank you for reviewing my last chapter and putting up with the time! Much love!
NOTE: I do not own Transformers, only Skylar!