A/N- Life is good to me right now. Here's Chapter Three!
"Sign Language" 'Allie' "Transformer Language" 'Com Link' (me) Beginning and End of Chapter
Chapter Three- Throwing Up
Emma had made it onto her noon bus, but barely.
After getting off of her first bus, Emma had taken a shower in the bus terminal, as it had showers, and then threw up. Let's just say her morning could have gone better.
Feeling her forehead, Emma had a feeling she was getting sick. The girl sighed and flopped down between the toilet and the stall wall, burying her head in her knees.
Trixie, who had been hidden inside Emma's jacket, knew something was wrong immediately, and rubbed her head against Emma's collarbone to show her worry.
The girl merely patted the moving lump and swallowed, tasting the bile in her mouth. She had better mornings.
Sadly, the girl's morning did not recover. Emma spent most of her time over a toilet seat, throwing up the contents of her stomach until she was merely dry heaving, nothing left in her suffering stomach. And so she sat there, body hunched over the toilet, feeling hot and filthy. Part of her was wondering if this was a sign of how bad things were to come. Only then did her mind seem fit to remind her that now wasn't the time to wallow in self-pity. She had a schedule to keep.
With that thought in mind, Emma was finally able to stand and get out to the bus before it left.
Emma rubbed her stomach absent-mindedly as she put a palm to her hot forehead.
The girl sighed; she was still hot. So, despite her better judgment, Emma put down her guard and placed her forehead on the cool glass of the window she was sitting by, feeling every bump the bus hit. She had just closed her eyes when she was forced to jump a little; someone touch her arm. Looking up, Emma saw a woman who was wearing light gray pants, a white blouse, was femininely muscular, blue eyed, and sporting ... chrome hair?
Blinking, the woman signed, "Sorry. Didn't know. I'm Kim. Mind if I join you?"
Emma stared at the woman, trying not to act too nervous. How did she know to sign instead of speaking like everyone else? It wasn't like Emma wore an "I am deaf" sign on her back. Yet, despite the slight suspicion that was dwelling in her empty gut, Emma motioned to the seat next to her; Trixie merely burrowed deeper into Emma's jacket, voicing her own distress.
"What's your name?" Kim inquired.
"Em. People sometimes call me Em," Emma responded. Kim merely smiled, leaning back.
After a few moments of sitting in absolute silence, Emma had gotten sick of watching cornfields pass by, and was slightly upset with herself for not bringing at least a book to entertain herself. The girl sighed, feeling the rumble in her throat.
'Oh well, only one more thing to do.' Emma thought as she closed her eyes.
Kim watched as Emma drifted off, hair falling over his face as she welcomed unconsciousness. The chrome haired female sighed and peaked her head over the top of the seats, catching the eye of another woman. Quickly she whispered, "She doesn't trust me Elita!"
"It's Ariel," came the woman softly, "and I know that. You're the only one who downloaded sign language though, and we need to protect her, like we protected Her all those years ago." Ariel whispered, her red hair with blue tips casting a shadow over her blue demanding eyes as she observed the other passengers to make sure no one was paying attention to their conversation.
"I think road trips are fun!" squealed a younger one with hot pink hair, looking over at Ariel and then back at 'Kim' with this grin on her face that just screamed "perky".
"Arcee, shut it!" Kim snapped, and Elita looked up with a scrutinizing look.
Kim's dipped her head in shame, knowing what Elita was thinking, "Sorry, but she's trying to sleep and Arcee might wake her."
"Of course she's tired, she's sick, meaning we kind-of failed," Elita murmured, "besides, she's deaf and can't hear a word we're saying.".
"We didn't fail," Kim snapped, "We're here to protect her from Barricade, not some stupid human cold, anyway."
"Calm down Chromia. You'll see your beloved soon," Arcee teased, and Chromia glared violently at the teenager.
The hot-pink haired girl immediately hid behind her leader and Elita rolled her eyes. And here she thought soldiers instead of schoolgirls surrounded her.
"Stop arguing," Elita stated, and Allie listened with amusement, sending the conversation to Emma, who was laughing within her mind.
"So, who are they Allie?" Emma asked her, looking at the apparition that had resided in her mind since she was 12 years old.
"Elita One, Chromia, and Arcee. They are three femmes who helped me get off Cybertron the first time. Few of many, actually. Remember, I told you the story. Elita and Chromia are bonded to Optimus and Ironhide, respectively," Allie explained.
Of course, be it little known to Emma, Trixie had taken it upon herself to "guard" her creator while she rested. In doing so, the little femme couldn't help, but try to crawl out of Emma's jacket. She had sensed other transformers.
That woke Emma up in a hurry and she quickly wrapped her fingers around the squirming being, trying to hide her, but it was already too late. 'Kim' had already seen her, and was staring, her mouth slightly opened.
"Trixie! How could you?" Emma asked the phone and the screen came up.
"They are Transformers!" the screen read. The Silent One couldn't help but sigh, holding Trixie close. So much for incognito.
Looking at them, a look of guilt on her face; Emma signed, "Hello Chromia."
''Kim' sighed, and turned to the other two. "She knows and, from what I can tell, she's limited in All Spark life. Furthermore, that little thing she is holding is called Trixie. It's her's," Chromia stated and the bus pulled to stop..
Chromia motioned a little and the quartet got off, into the small town of Serenity. Yet, to someone with a careful eye, there was also a truck, with the motorbike in the back, and a car, which got off at that stop, pulling into the parking lot.
And there, the four figures stood, just staring at each other and it seemed that neither the girl nor the small group were going to make the first move. Sadly, for Emma, she saw a bathroom; her stomach gave a mighty complaint and Emma rushed in, heaving into the closest toilet. Only, it was a dry heave; she felt no relief. So, once done, Emma curled up against the stall door, shaking and crying.
Outside, Chromia decided to go in after her. It didn't take her long to figure out what stall Emma was in, so she reached under the stall door, pulling the girl out. Emma merely blinked in surprise as Chromia signed, "Somehow, we can touch things. They can't touch us, but we can touch them."
Chromia then pulled her up, dragging Emma out of the bathroom. It didn't take the hologram long though before she gently threw Emma into the cab of the chrome truck, the door shutting of it's own accord. Emma was only allowed a growl of disapproval, which she could only feel, when the vehicle shifted into drive. Once that happened, Emma immediately tried to get out, making Chromia pulled over.
"What is it?" Chromia's hologram signed as it suddenly reappeared in the driver's seat.
"I have to bury it, I have to," Emma pleaded, her hands shaking as she signed.
Chromia sighed. Really, who was she to deny the Allspark, and with that the door opened allowing Emma to bolt, bag in hand. Allie, in Emma's head, shook her own. She knew why Emma was afraid and why Emma felt like she had to keep running. But who was she to stop her … she was just a voice in her head after all and only crazy people listen to those.
Emma was panting and sweating heavily when she finally came to a stop, her legs collapsing under her while knees ground into the earth as she collapsed onto them. The girl stared up at the sky for a moment, hot sweat pooling down her neck. She had to hide it … she had to.
Finding a rocky spot, Emma viciously ripped the necklace from her neck, cutting the skin around the neck and allowing salty sweat into the wound. The girl ignored it as she dug into the ground with her bare fingers. Then, without even a final glance, she buried the shard under dirt & rock. She might have said a prayer to what remained of Allie's body, but Trixie suddenly tightened on her shoulder causing her to glance behind herself only to see a motorcycle racing after her.
Once again, Emma took off running, not caring if she would ever stop. Yet, she did stop; quite painfully too when she was hit by a police car.
Emma only had time to look around in a daze once she hit the ground, before she threw up, painfully.
The girl slowly got up, spittle dropping from the side of her mouth as she stared at the black bumper before her. She could only swallow as the headlight to the vehicle started to crawl outward, in threatening spikes toward her. Yet, the things never got any closer when a chrome truck slammed into the police car … many times. Each time she backed up, and slammed into the police car sending little pieces of metal everywhere until the truck eventually ran him over.
Emma couldn't help but try to pull away, falling in her haste to get away from them, crying. To add to her current distress, Emma felt ill; her head was pounding and she wasn't sure what to do anymore. But, as fate would have it, Emma felt the shard being pressed into her hand, and she looked up only to see Chromia gently pushing it into her hand.
Emma's eyes widened with a realization in that very moment: she had failed, she had lost, and she was going back. Chromia then transformed, still for a moment as she waited for the depressed human to enter of her own accord; when she did not, one of the other femmes put her in the cab.
Emma just laid there, Chromia cruising down the road, not moving as she stared at the shard; Allie soothing her all the while. Neither noticed the small blue sparks that jumped around Emma's still form, though Trixie did.
Despite all the depression that seemed to be hanging in Chromia's cab like a fog, someone was happy. Trixie loved these sparks, they were warm and helped to ease any pains she was feeling at the time. The little femme couldn't help but wiggle about, slowly rousing her creator.
Emma took one last look at the object and then closed her hand around the shard; choosing to direct her attention to the perky little youngling which she held close, burying her head into the seats a little as she cried.
Allie sighed at this, and ran a diagnostics check. From the results, it seemed that Emma had caught some flu from exhaustion, and the fact she did have an alien force in her body. In fact, that was probably why she was sick, but the stress was the main factor.
"Autobots, we have located Emma Witwicky and are returning her to the base," Elita One called over the Com link, and Emma merely whimpered softly.
It would take another five days to bring her back, including side trips for Emma's vomiting and other needs, but the lengthened time bothered her little. Truthfully, going back had been the last thing Emma wanted to do right now … it wasn't that she didn't miss Ironhide, it was because of the shard in her hand.
The young girl grasped it tightly trying to make sure no one recognized the shard once she got in the base, but she had her doubts. Everyone was sure to be looking at her with the way she was shaking. But, at least she wasn't entirely without some type of hope. Trixie had gone back to curling up against Emma's chest, listening to her 'spark beat' as Trixie called it. So, as of the moment, Emma was gently petting the littlest femme, soothing away more her own pains then the little femme's.
The tires suddenly came to a halt and Chromia opened her door, causing Emma to shrink away from the angry looking Ironhide whose bulking form had just leaned down to glance inside the cab. With a sigh, Emma slipped out and let out an involuntary flinch escape her when Sam suddenly pulled her into a huge hug, tense all over.
Sam quickly let her go, confusion written on his face as Emma drifted away, toward the wall, pulling away until she collided with the wall, sliding down. With that, Emma just curled up on the floor, and turned away from them, guilt burning through her body worse then the disease.
Ironhide tried not to growl, but Sam stared.
"Emma's never walked away from me before," he whispered, eyes wide.
End Chapter
A/N- There's Chapter Three! (Giggles) She's in big trouble, but that's for Chapter Four!
Mistress Bumblebee- Well, there's Elita One/Optimus Prime, Ironhide/Chromia, and Sam/Mikaela (though teenaged, so eh). Other then that, I'm not sure. I'm talking it over with my beta.
Alc Fluteo- Don't you like how I prove you wrong? Wow, I thought I had been unimaginative. I'm so glad I was able to trick someone! Since I made up how their 'new' forms would look based off cars I've seen that I liked, or Arcee's original design for Transformers the 2007 movie.
Elita One- Not anymore. Oh, boy, Big Trouble.
Jen- Very interesting, true?
Fk306 animelover- (giggles) I love it!
A/N- If I missed anyone, I send my apologies, but I want to get this up! So...here it is! Chapter Three!