~Star Light, Star Bright~
Chapter One: Told You So
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"Do you know what's funny about me being right?
"What?"
"The fact that you were wrong."
-Unknown
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Macy stretched, sighing in satisfaction as her back popped. A swift crack of the knuckles topped it off, and she straightened. The red head walked down the hallway away from Cody's room, guilt still stinging. She rubbed the back of her neck ruefully.
She hadn't meant to make the little boy cry even harder. But it IS true. Transformers doesn't exist. Macy turned into the kitchen and began cleaning up the uneaten dinner that she had worked so hard to make. The sooner he realizes that, the better. She sealed the beef stew into a plastic container, and reached for the refrigerator door. The solitary picture upon it made her pause.
It was old; that much she could tell by the tattered edges and scratch marks that decorated it. A little baby Cody lay happily in the arms of his mother, who beamed ecstatically at the camera from the hospital bed. Next to the overjoyed duo, was the tall proud frame of Cody's father, a strict and rigid man. The slight smile on his face and the happiness gleaming in his eyes were the only signs that he was just as ecstatic at having a newborn son as his wife.
Macy sighed, and open the refrigerator. That's in the past. And nothing will ever change what has already been done.
In his room, Cody shifted for a while, trying to hold back his disappointment. Why had nothing changed? Maybe he needed to wish upon more than one shooting star? He did have a pretty demanding wish, after all.
With the absolute conviction of a child, Cody decided that must be the problem. He just had to wish upon more stars, and then the transformers would be come real! He thought all about what he'd talk to them about, and how he would show Auntie just how really awesome Optimus Prime was. It would-no, it WAS going to be great! Except for just one thing.
He turned over and snuggled into his blankets. He was suddenly really tired. Wishing the bots to life would have to wait till tomorrow night. With a soft sigh, Cody drifted off into dreams of what could be.
Macy had just finished cleaning up the kitchen when the first wave of exhaustion hit her. Stumbling slightly, she gasp and grabbed the counter. A second wave quickly hit her, and the urge to close her eyes and just fall asleep right there on the floor was almost unbearable. "What de' 'ell?" She slurred, completely disoriented.
If you were left behind, the boy would have regrets. And he can not regret his decision. Not one as important as this.
Completely oblivious to the voice, she managed to stagger the few steps the carpet of the living room before the third and final wave of sleep struck her, and she collapsed up the floor without a sound.
"-and today the President will address the people on the terrorist attack of Mission City. Wendy, can you tell us what to expect?"
What? What am I hearing? Mission City?
"Well Tom, he'll most likely assure everyone that the threat has been taken care off, and will probably talk about plans to take care off the multimillion dollar damages that the city has suffered."
And why does my body feel so sluggish?
"Thanks Wendy! Next up, we'll bring the news of where economists believe the economy is heading. Will we be down in the dumps by 2013? Or will we be excelling? We bring the facts to you, channel 12, Fox News. Hope you enjoy the summer of 2007!"
2007? It's 2013! And yes, we're in the dumps! What the heck is going on?!
Macy managed to crack an eye open, and found herself staring at a plain tan ceiling fan, revolving steadily above her head. Blinking slowly, the redhead slowly sat up, struggling not to fall back and succumb to sleep yet again.
A quick glance around the room revealed that she was in a simple apartment on a pull out bed. At the foot of the bed the TV blabbed aimless commercials, while a 2007 calender flapped slightly from the ceiling fan. Shifting on top of the sheets, her left hand came into contact with soft feeling of human flesh.
Stifling a scream, Macy jolted back only to find that she had touched the limp form of Cody. The boy lay underneath the sheets, breathes coming out in relieving regularity, a peek of a hand showing along with the top of his head. How she hadn't noticed him right away, Macy had no clue. Perhaps it was because of the fact that her head was still incredibly foggy, and that the urge to sleep was still pretty strong. Too bad her fear was far more potent.
"Cody, Cody! Come on kid, wake up! We gotta get out of here!" She grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him desperately. To her great relief, his eyes slowly fluttered open, and they gazed up at her dazedly.
"Auntie...? What's wrong? I'm still sleepy..." Looking around the room, he frowned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Where are we?"
"To be honest, I have no clue. I just woke up myself midget." Cody watched as she ran her fingers through her red hair, a habit that she did when ever she grew nervous or upset. She even got up to pace around the room.
"Is..." Cody hesitated, before asking, "Is everything okay?" Macy nodded, and little droplets of sweat were sent flying.
"Yeah, so don't panic kid." He frowned.
"I'm not..." She didn't seem to hear him, and she rubbed her forehead nervously.
"Everything will be all right!" Cody rolled his eyes irritably. Who was she trying to convince, him or herself?
"Auntie!" Macy whirled and gave him a glare.
"What?!"
Cody just glared back and folded his arms across his chest pointedly. Macy blanched, and then sighed, coming over to give him a hug. He returned the hug eagerly, burying his face into the fur collar of her leather jacket, taking in the unique scent of iron and lilies. After a long moment of just holding each other, he leaned back and stared worriedly up at her.
"Auntie, whats wrong? Why are we here?"
Macy shrugged helplessly. "Your guess is as good as mine. Last thing I remember is passing out on the floor." She swept her arm at the room. "I woke up to the sound of the TV talking about some terrorist attack on Mission City, the president, and 2007!" She paused, feeling Cody freeze in her arms. She glanced down at him. "You okay squirt?"
"...Do you know what this means?" Macy felt her brow crinkle.
"...No?"
"It means," She jolted back as he leaped out of bed to dance around the room, "that my wish came true!" He laughed and punched the air victoriously. "Yes yes yes yes yes! Wooooooooohoooooooo!" Macy just stared blankly at him.
"Brat, just what you talking about?" She got off the bed and snagged him as he danced past. "Uh, hello? Earth to midget?" He ignored her question, giggling as he gave her a bear hug.
"...and now I'm worried." Macy sighed, and started dragging toward the only chair in the room, ignoring his protests to let him celebrate. Forcing him to sit down, she met his eyes with a dangerous glare. "Start talking."
"-okay, let me get this straight. You decided to make transformers real by wishing upon a shooting star?" Macy stood before the ecstatic form of her little charge, eyes narrowed and doing her best interrogation techniques.
Cody nodded.
"And the fact since its now, apparently, 2007, and that the TV was talking about Mission City, which also happened to be in the movie, means that your wish succeeded?"
Cody nodded again, this time with a big grin.
"...no more cookies for you before bed time brat."
The small boy started in his chair, giving a cry of protest. "Hey hey hey! I'm telling the truth!" Macy nodded.
"I'm sure your telling what you believe is the truth. But frankly, that is just not possible." Cody slumped in his chair, and gave her a stink eye.
"I bet it is..." His all powerful babysitter gave him a stink eye in return.
"What was that?"
"Nothing..."
Macy gave him a satisfied nod. "Good. Now, we should find out where-" She broke off as the TV suddenly seem to gain volume, catching both her and Cody's attention.
"And here is the President live folks, here to talk to answer all of your questions about the Mission City terrorist attack." The President stepped out into camera range, surround by guards. As he began to talk, both Marcy and Cody focused in on it, sitting down to see what was going to happen next.
"I am here to assure everyone that everything is under control. Fortunately, there weren't very many civilian deaths, and all of the terrorist were captur-"
"NO NO THAT'S A LIE!" The camera turned suddenly to take in an audience member standing and yelling at the top of his lungs. "THOSE ARE ALL LIES! I WAS THERE, I SAW THOSE MONSTERS! IT WAS THESE GIANT RO-"
The camera rolled on as the guards and several agents surround the man, literally dragging him off stage, ignoring the gasps of the rest of the audience. Macy swallowed thickly in sudden realization, and Cody's eyes widened as he leaped to his feet. "Look behind them, at the guy in the back!"
Macy leaned forward and stared intently at the screen. While he was slightly blurry, there was no doubting who he was.
Standing there with a scowl was S7 agent Simmons.
Macy swallowed again, and turned to Cody. He just gave her a smug grin.
"I told you so."
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End — Chapter One: Told You So
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To answer a question posed by the anonymous reviewer ForgotMyName2Day, Cody's last name is pronounced as 'star'. Though as the story progresses, this will come up again. c:
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