Finally another chapter!!! I'm going to try and get a couple more in because as of Sunday, I'll be gone for two weeks. Enjoy the chapter; I'll try to make it nice and long.
Disclaimer: transformers doesn't belong to me
Chapter 5: Cartoon Dinosaurs and Giant Keyboards
Phoenix exited the bathroom feeling much cleaner, but wishing that she had a fresh change of clothes.
"Hey Phoenix, I brought you a fresh change of clothes."
Phoenix looked up, surprised to see Michaela coming towards her with a new outfit.
"How did you know that's what I needed?" she asked.
"I really don't know." Michaela looked a little startled, as if she'd just woken from a trance. "I was just hanging out, and I was suddenly going through my clothes to get an outfit for you… That's weird, now that I think about it, because I never share my clothes with anyone."
"Gee, thanks." Phoenix said sarcastically. "I'll cherish this outfit forever."
"Oh, that's OK." Michaela said seriously, "I never wear it anymore anyways, it's so ugly."
Phoenix sighed. Michaela was really getting on her nerves. She had been going to ask for some pyjamas, but now she decided against it. She turned her attention back on Michaela, who was rambling on about how the clothes were too modest or something like that.
"Hey, Michaela," she interrupted, "Thanks for the clothes, but I've gotta get going. Can you tell me where Sam's room is, I've got a question for him."
Michaela narrowed her eyes. "You're not checking him out are you?" She asked suspiciously.
"NO!" Phoenix said exasperatedly, "I was just gonna ask him for pj's, because I didn't think you'd lend me any! And besides, I thought you thought I had a crush on Optimus?"
"Not like you can't have a crush on two guys!" Michaela shot back. "Sam's room is right there." She pointed. "Don't expect me to help you with clothes again!"
With that she turned on her heel and sped back in the direction she had come.
"What a preppy little…" Phoenix was muttering under her breath as she knocked on the door to Sam's room.
"What's up?" Sam asked groggily when he came to the door.
"Well I'll tell you straight out, that I don't like your girlfriend!" Phoenix replied sweetly.
"Hey if you want some of me, I'm open for a little secret-
"That's NOT what I meant!" Phoenix exclaimed.
"Oh." Sam looked a little dejected. "So what do you need?"
"Can I borrow some old boxers and a big t-shirt or something? I just need some pyjamas."
Sam rummaged around in his messy, scattered room for a small eternity before digging out some too small for him boxers with a dinosaur print as well as a huge t-shirt.
"Why do you even have these?" Phoenix held up the boxers. They would be snug on her, and there was no way they fit Sam.
"In case some girl ever wanted them." He winked.
Phoenix laughed, "Yeah, the cartoon dinosaurs are a real turn on."
She left him to go find Optimus. On her way back to his room she stopped at the bathroom to change into the outfit Michaela had so charitably given her. Phoenix didn't find anything ugly about it. There was a nice pair of jeans that were the perfect style, and a pull over sweater that fit snugly and had a low neck that showed a lace trimmed blue tank top underneath. It was just her style.
When she reached Optimus's door, she crawled underneath it to find him sitting and typing rapidly at his computer.
"Hey Big Guy."
"Hello, Little One."
He glanced up and did a double take. Phoenix had wet down her long hair so it now curled gently around her pretty face. She only wore the tiniest hint of make-up, and the outfit she was wearing looked stunning. It hugged all the right curves and he thought that she looked extremely sexy without having to show as much skin as she possibly could, the way Michaela did.
"You look very nice." Optimus gasped out, when he had regained his breath.
"Thanks. Michaela brought me the outfit, but I don't think she realized she was doing it. Sort of like I controlled her mind or something."
"That is peculiar."
"What?"
"Well first of all, I didn't know that Michaela owned something that modest in her entire wardrobe-
"Are you disappointed?" Phoenix giggled.
"No, you look amazing!" Optimus said a little more enthusiastically than he meant to. 'And I think not being able to see any of your skin makes me want you more than if I could…' He was thinking. He shook himself trying to clear those thoughts from his mind.
"What else is peculiar?" Phoenix asked.
"That you may be able to control minds. Perhaps we should start a list of the things that you are able to do."
Phoenix nodded as Optimus pulled up a new document on his computer.
"Number one: I can do some crazy thing that saved me from Starscream."
"We'll have to test your fighting abilities with Ironhide." Optimus said.
"Ironhide?"
"Weapon's master, the one with all the guns."
"All right, cool." Said Phoenix. "Number two: I can heal nearly dead robots."
"We'll test that with Ratchet."
"Number three: I can make fire, and make myself fire proof. And number four: I can possibly control minds."
Optimus finished typing out the list and reread it a couple of times.
"That doesn't sound like anything I've ever heard of." He said.
"Me neither, but let's remember that it came from a rock." She held up her palm. "So we should probably start looking up information on stones and stuff like that."
"That is a good place to start." Optimus replied. "I will work on research while you work on finding the complete extent of your powers."
"Sounds good." Phoenix yawned widely, " But I want to go to bed now. We can start tomorrow right?"
"Of course, Little One." Optimus picked her up off of the floor and set her on his bed. "You can sleep there for tonight. I still have a lot of work to finish." He sighed glancing back at the computer.
Phoenix climbed onto the pillow and quickly fell asleep.
During the night she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep anymore.
"OK." She said finally walking over to where Optimus was, still sitting at his computer. "Lift me up!"
"Why aren't you asleep?" he asked reaching out one hand to lift her, without ever taking his eyes off the screen.
"Well," she said, seating herself cross-legged beside his keyboard. "You know how when you type on a keyboard it goes click, click, click?"
Optimus nodded, still with his attention on the computer.
"When you do it, because it's so big, it sounds like CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, all night long!
"I'm sorry." Optimus said. "But I must finish this."
"Tonight?"
"As soon as possible would be nice."
"It is…" Phoenix glanced at the timepiece on the wall beside his desk. "2 in the morning. Face it, you're not going to get any work done if you're to tired to concentrate."
Optimus decided that now was not the time to point out that he didn't need nearly as much sleep as a human to be able to concentrate.
"I wouldn't be able to 'sleep' right now anyways."
"Why not?"
"I'm just… to tense right now, I guess."
Phoenix knew what it was like to not be able to sleep from long experience. When she was little she had often been plagued by nightmares in the night. She remembered something that her mother used to do to soothe her.
"My-my Mom used to- to sing when I couldn't sleep." She tried not to let her voice crack at the thought of her Mother.
Optimus said nothing, but he turned of the computer screen, picked her up and strode over to his bed. He put her down and lay on his back beside her.
"All right, sing to me."
Phoenix was a little taken aback, but she quickly thought of a song that she had sung once at a talent show. It was perfect for their situation. She began to sing softly and sweetly in his ear.
"I've heard it said,
That people come into our lives,
For a reason,
Bringing something we must learn.
And we are led,
To those who help us most to grow,
If we let them,
And we help them in return.
Well I don't know if I believe that's true,
But I know I'm who I am today,
Because I knew you…
Like a comet pulled from orbit,
As it passes a sun.
Like a stream that meets a boulder,
Halfway through the wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you,
I have been changed for good."
Phoenix sighed happily to see Optimus's optics go slowly offline.
"Goodnight Big Guy." She murmured softly. She curled up beside him and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Well I hope that wasn't too bad. I have some ideas, but I'm at a tiny bit of a writer's block. Any ideas are welcomed. Please READ and REVIEW!
By the way, the song is not mine, it is called 'For Good' and it's from the musical, 'Wicked'. I only did the first verse because it comes up again later (the second verse that is). I think it sort of goes well with where the story is going.