I don't have a brain.
It truly is that simple.
This was SUPPOSED to be up two or so weeks ago, but nooooooooo, I didn't think to check the DOCX INBOX.
Sorry everybody… Lol
Anyways, it's FINALLY here, and I have learned a valuable lesson. USE. MY. BRAIN.
Now that my writer's block has been defeated after months of deadly combat between myself and this treacherous foe, I wrote this, and passed it through Ice and Halo, got the okay from Halo, and then I sat down.
And waited.
For two weeks.
To get the okay from Icegirl.
And then she messages me, and I don't see it for a long time.
And then I decide to check my docx inbox after a little bird tells me that she sent it to me with the okay.
TADAAAA.
Hey… I GOT REVIEWS? :D
Nov 8 c2 Guest
Please continue this story :)
Sorry, I aaaaaamm! Writers block… JUST DIEEEEEEEEE.
Sorry. Had to do that. Lol
Oct 18 c2 Guest
Please write more
I have done so! :)
anunexpectedjourney
... What happened? Why isn't their more? Did you give up? Don't tell me you did because you writing style is absolutely amazing! It fits perfectly with this story. Why on the planet of earth haven't you updated?! Why? Itsss sooooo good! Please,and I am being you, please update this, soon. Its really good...
Writers block happened, and… school + writers block = no time to try and break it.
I haven't given up and I won't! Promise :)
Although, I'm super glad you like it, and I'm really happy that you think my writing style suits the story!
What exactly do you mean by; Being me? Lol
Aug 2 c2 Guest
Please write more I'm dying for more different beginning! :)
Absolutely! Chapter 5 is looking great!
Jul 26 c2 Guest
I like this story please continue :)
Awwww, thaaaaaanks! I hope you'll enjoy what's to come!
2XxXSkylarxRatchet96XxX
Love it you did very well so far. I'm happy you adopted this story from Icegirl and Haloangel authors. Thank you for that I really wanted this story to continue and all. Icegirl and Haloangel are awesome authors and I bet you'll be with this story to. Keep up the good ideas and work on this story, and please continue it its good so far. :)
Thanks a lot! Sorry it took so long, the trials of a writer/person's life. Lol.
I know! I was surprised when it didn't, but I understood, ya know? When they put it up for adoption though, I was actually super hesitant to ask. It took me a LONG time to work up the courage to ask them about it.
Miko's flare here was a ton of fun, and I love doing things like this from time to time. Soooo much fun!
IceGirl2772
I like this a lot! :D
Thanks for letting me adopt it girlie! I know I said it a million times with way too much caps, but still! Thanks! :D
Oh, and sorry for my lack of brain XD
haloangel21
It looks great :) You're doing pretty good so far.
Hopefully the errors were caught and repaired, although I swear, if I missed them after looking over the edited version, I'M GONNA LOSE MY BRAIN AGAIN TO THE DEPTHS OF INSTANITY.
Kidding! I'll probably just lose it to my ego though, Lol.
Now, children, settle down. STORY TIMEEEEEEEE.
Once Upon A Time, in a Country far far away, there was a city know as Jasper…
In the time during which Optimus had been explaining, Talida, who had been listening intently, felt incredibly conspicuous, as if every time she did something, someone there was watching her every moment suspiciously, and the hair covering the side of her face itched so much. But she wasn't about to let the Autobots or anybody else see the mark Gareth had left on her.
Optimus had moved from the GroundBridge entrance, his enormous feet had shaken the earth and pounded twice as loud as her throbbing head, to the area by the consoles with Bumblebee to the right, and Bulkhead behind Arcee, to his left, while Ratchet ignored everyone and worked on his stupid science crap that nobody else cared about.
Well, nobody else being Miko who had never liked the subject to begin with, who gave him a disgusted look every few minutes before scoffing, muttering something undecipherable under her breath and rolling her eyes. It was undoubtedly rude, and Talida didn't need to hear what she was saying to figure that much out.
But her head really hurt, and her thoughts were pretty sluggish, as if she had another concussion. Saying anything, let alone trying to process all of this and stay standing was quite the endeavour.
"And since you now know of our existence," Optimus's deep voice began, and the extreme loudness of his entire bass like voice made her head pound even more as it echoed in the large hangar. "I fear that, as of last night, the Decepticons know of yours." He concluded, and Talida resisted the urge to sigh in relief. It was over, finally…
But right beside her, Jack piped up, loudly. "Got it. If we see any strange vehicles, call 911." He paraphrased sarcastically. "Can we go now?" He demanded, and she glowered at him behind the curtain of hair covering her face. Did he have to be this loud?
Miko, on the other hand, had to pipe up too.
"Are you, insane?" She demanded, before turning her attention back to the Autobots. "I'm living a dream here in 'Bot'-swana," she said. "And I will not allow you, or anyone else, to shatter it!" Miko declared, pointing at Jack menacingly. She had a valid point; this was the only reason Talida hadn't decked her already. Normally she enjoyed Miko's bright spunky attitude when they hung out, but most certainly not with her throbbing headache.
"It is best that you four remain under our watch." The unwelcome baritone voice declared. "At least, until we can determine our enemies' intentions." He declared, and Talida uncomfortably resisted the urge to both brush her hair out of her face, and cover her ears to ignore everyone and allow herself to retain the sleep she desperately needed. The past 24 hours had drained her completely, and she practically felt like a zombie rising from the dead, weak as ever.
However, a certain respect was inspired in Talida when Ratchet spoke up, because he was much quieter than everyone else who had been talking. "Optimus," he began, his voiced hushed and not making her head hurt as much. "With all due respect, the human children are in as much danger here as anywhere." He protested, and Talida could've sworn that Arcee glowered at him, optics full of fire.
"Children?" Jack demanded, looking at Miko sceptically. He was almost 17 for crying out loud, with about a year before he was considered a legal adult and therefore, not a child!
"They have no protective shell!" He exclaimed, trying to reason with the upset Autobot femme. "If they go underfoot, they will go squish." He emphasized, stepping forward menacingly towards the group of four to prove his point. Warily, each of them stepped back in alarm, eyes wide and questioning. Needless to say, none of them wanted to be stepped on.
And of course, Optimus just had to go and respond. "Yay baritone." Talida thought sarcastically, although she listened to what he had to say anyways. "Then for the time being Ratchet, we must watch where we step." The Autobot leader advised, and no further protest came from his long-time friend, but mostly because the alarm on the monitors went off, spiking everyone's interest, and Talida's immediate hatred. She was not in the mood for anything loud.
Ratchet walked over, unconcerned, but Jack took the time to panic. "What's that?" He demanded, and Bumblebee took it upon himself to answer, knowing that Raf would translate.
Talida yawned loudly, stretching out, seeming uninterested. She was just really tired and very restless. Not the type of girl to stay cooped up for very long, lest she fall asleep in exhaustion due to her lack of activity. That was how she ploughed through. Sports, runs, the most elementary of exercises. They made her stronger physically, and it was the first step to an even stronger spirit. "Proximity sensors. They detect nearby objects, usually on the roof." He explained, and Talida halted in her stretching.
"Like a perimeter alarm or something?" She asked, and received two things. A nod of confirmation from Bumblebee, and stares from Jack and Miko. "What?" She asked, but they didn't reply. "What did I say?" Talida demanded, and Jack crossed his arms at her, with an eyebrow raised sceptically.
"It's not what you said, although I'm curious as to where you got that idea from now that you mention it. It's what you heard." Jack replied, but Talida shrugged it off.
"He was talking, I asked a question, big deal." She countered, her bitter mood coming to light as a result of her annoyed persona.
Jack shrugged it off, before turning to Raf for an explanation. "Proximity sensor." He said calmly. "Someone's up top." The 12 year old computer genius paraphrased, knowing that Jack wasn't like him at all, and knew next to nothing about this kind of technology.
"It's Agent Fowler." An annoyed voice said, informing Jack of the visitor's name before he could even ask. A live video feed from what the humans assumed was the rooftop showed a helicopter powering down, and another human walking out of the camera's sight.
Jack was instantly confused. "I-I thought we were the only humans who knew about you guys." He said, trying to remember if they'd mentioned this other human before. But they hadn't, so it was only natural to Optimus that he was baffled by the revelation. .
Optimus looked back at the four humans on the ground below, his gaze mostly focused on Talida… again. She seemed… worn down, and tired, but that was normal when it came to human teenagers. At least, that's what he'd heard anyways. "Special Agent Fowler is our designated liaison to the outside world." He explained, watching Talida look up at him, that lock of hair still covering the side of her face. He couldn't help but wonder if she always hid like that. "As he tends to visit only when there are… issues, it may be best that you do not meet him at this time." He advised, not wanting to get the humans, or his team, into even more trouble than they obviously already were. Fowler and he had less of a mutual understanding than the Autobot leader would've liked to have made happen.
The four of them hurried over towards Arcee, who he smiled sadly at. Agent Fowler could tend to be extremely rude, and he never looked forward to talking with the human, as he sometimes found himself insulted, alongside his team. He hadn't even so much as offered his condolences when they reported Cliffjumper's death the day before, and truly wondered if the human government believed that they deserved to have been stuck with him. The unwelcome sound of the elevator coming down to the platform where he usually made his appearance allowed Optimus a brief few seconds where he was able to reassure his bondmate and prepare himself for the grill of the liaison's complaints.
The doors opened with a hiss, revealing the retired Army Ranger, who was not happy. Ratchet and Bulkhead walked away, generously allowing their leader the opportunity to acquaint himself with the displeased man. "7 wrecks, 34 fender benders, a three hour traffic jam, and a particular note," The man began listing the problems, pausing merely to glare at Arcee and Bumblebee. "Numerous reports, of a speeding motorcycle, of unknown make. And a black and yellow custom muscle car." He added, before turning his attention to Optimus. The four humans had been peering out from their hiding spot, but received a silent scolding look from Arcee, and an alarmed look from Bumblebee which was all it took for them press themselves back against the wall, out of Agent Fowler's viewpoint.
"Anything you'd like to get off your tin chest, Prime?" He asked sarcastically, purposely insulting the Autobot leader before him. As always though, Optimus appeared unfazed by his cruelty, although his bondmate's anger surged through to him, and he did what he could to console her, before addressing Agent Fowler.
"We have the situation under control." He said simply, knowing that if he told the whole truth, things would not end well.
"They're back aren't they?" Fowler demanded, a defiant look on his face as he stared down the Prime.
Optimus almost vented heavily. He wasn't as discreet as he would've liked. "If you are referring to the Decepticons, I have doubts they ever left," he said remorsefully. "Your planet is much too valuable to them."
Fowler didn't like that. Not even remotely. "Then it's time to wake up the Pentagon." He said bitterly, not wanting to leave things in the hands of those who he so clearly despised, and didn't trust.
Optimus' spark instantly picked up the pace. No, there couldn't be any human involvement against the Decepticons, despite the Autobots' lack of firepower and being outnumbered. "Hear me, Agent Fowler," he began firmly. "We are your best, possibly your only defence against the Decepticons." He said, no ifs or buts about the matter.
A forced, cold smile appeared on the government agent's face, when he stared right into Optimus' optics. "Says you." He countered, but Bulkhead's equally unwelcome input cut in.
"Hey fleshie!" He called out. Gaining everyone's attention. "Did anyone get splattered on that pavement? Team Prime knows when to use force," Bulkhead began, grabbing a tool as he began to crush it. "And how much to use." He concluded, and with the sound of metal tearing, and a few electric sparks, the tool, was toast.
"Bulkhead, I needed that!" Ratchet cried out in frustration, and the other three Autobots shared quick glances, because they all knew where this was going.
"Enough!" Optimus cut in, not wanting Fowler to deem them unfit to work as a team and possible shut down their operations. "Military involvement will only result in human catastrophe," he said firmly. "Perhaps you can condone widespread casualties, however, I on the other hand, cannot." Optimus concluded, hoping that this would convince Agent Fowler of the fact that himself and his team could handle this.
"Then do us both a favour, and handle this." Fowler replied. "Under, the radar." He added, but one last thought came to mind before the doors closed behind him. "Or I will." The conversation ending the moment the doors shut a split second later. Bulkhead walked up beside Optimus looking at where Agent Fowler had just exited.
"Pretty big bearings." He said. "For a human," the wrecker added slyly, glancing at Optimus for some sort of agreement, or disagreement, preferably not the former.
He received neither. "Agent Fowler is concerned for his world Bulkhead." The Prime reminded his team member, and a painful thought came to mind. "As he should be." He concluded, before turning to the humans, who were prying themselves away from the wall and heading up the stairs to the balcony their last 'conversationalist' had vacated.
Talida, unable to hold back any longer, let out a long, loud, exhausting yawn. "I-I'm sorry." She said, trying to stifle it, but failing miserably. "I'm just really tired." She admitted, stretching out to try and keep herself awake, but the couch, heck even the floor looked incredibly appealing. Optimus snuck a worried glance in Arcee's direction… he had grown up with a techno-organic, and she never seem this tired, ever. "Is there anything else y-you n-need to talk about?" She asked, yawning again, the images before her swimming as a tear slipped out.
Optimus shook his helm gently. "No, there is not." He said gently, and Talida nodded, falling onto the couch and closing her eyes.
"Wake me up if you need anything." She mumbled, barely audible before she drifted off into sleep gratefully, the sounds and sights fading away as she easily found her peace. Unbeknown to the others, it was actually taking her a considerable effort to actually fall asleep, despite her exhaustion. It might've been her wariness of strangers, or the fact that she was always afraid to fall asleep nowadays, or maybe even the feeling of the unknown, but whatever it was, it faded, and she was lost to slumber soon enough..
Arcee walked over by her sparkmate to catch a glance at her sleeping daughter. She seemed a lot better than she had been standing up, what with her hair only partially covering her face now, eyes closed, and calm expression. Jack, walked over and pulled a jacket over her, at which Talida stirred, barely asleep, but she only rolled onto her side, trying to get comfortable.
A comforting servo rested upon her shoulder, and she leaned into Optimus' warm frame, still concerned, but happy that her family was there. Well… sort of there. It was complicated beyond reasoning, but it was still her family. She snuck a glance at her sparkmate, unsure of how he would act with the human children around, and a small smile in her direction confirmed her suspicions. He wouldn't go too far with them around, just for their sake, and so that their dignity remained intact around them. She was still tired herself, but unlike Talida, she didn't have a couch to collapse on.
But she did have Optimus to lean on.
Which was nice enough. She was just enjoying his company for the time being as Jack, Miko, and Raf all chatted away, being wary of Talida's apparent, much needed sleep.
Bulkhead and Bumblebee were conversing, talking about who knows what, and Optimus could only hope that Bulkhead wouldn't corrupt Bumblebee any further, as the war had done for so long. However, Bumblebee wasn't the only one who he was concerned about. His entire family was here, adopted, close friends, and blood related, and he worried about the wellbeing of all of them.
And Arcee was his main priority as of that moment. "You need not worry." He said softly, feeling his sparkmate tense slightly at the sudden interruption of the peaceful silence that had been lingering between them, but she relaxed soon enough. "It will all turn in the best direction at the end of everything. It always has, and it always will." His voice was gentle, trying to reassure his bondmate, but was uncertain as to whether he had succeeded or not. Arcee tended to stick to her beliefs rather strongly, and was constantly stubborn when it came to certain issues, her family being one of the top three on the list.
She sighed, unsure of what she had expected from her daughter. Certainly not this, but in a way, Arcee had hoped that Talida could somehow stay with them if things weren't perfect. It was a selfish, fleeting thought, but Arcee couldn't help but hope that one way or another, she could have her daughter back. The Autobot femme looked up at her lover, who had a hint of a smile on his face as he held her closely. She had always noticed that Optimus seemed to enjoy spending any kind of time with her, even if it was something simple like stargazing, a patrol together, or friendly commlink chatter. Although she wasn't immunize to his surprisingly captivating charm, Arcee was still extremely free spirited, and she most certainly didn't like the way things were going.
Her worry was understandable, but Optimus' seemingly lack of it was slightly getting on her nerves. This was their daughter for crying out loud, and she knew that the few weeks Optimus got to spend with her; he had loved Talida with every fibre of his being. So why wasn't he worried? A sudden rush of emotions from him startled the blue femme, and she nearly jumped out of her metal frame and had a spark attack all at once when he freely let her see the concern that was eating at his spark. The Prime was well aware of his bondmate's concerns and worries, and as much as he didn't want her to be troubled by his own ordeals, keeping certain emotions hidden from her was probably for the best. Such as his desire for another sparkling, but his hopes had been diminished when the three year period of zero Decepticon activity ended. Although letting her know some things could be beneficial occasionally. He was not one to keep secrets, but some things were for the greater good. Besides, they always had the time when the war ended, how could anyone forget?
Talida's steady, deep, yet exhausted intakes were easily heard despite the relentless conversing between the humans and members of his team alike, and it worried him, that despite her being asleep, she was still ever so tired. Arcee nuzzled his arm with semi-affection, and her bondmate responded by keeping her close, content with holding her until their attention was demanded by anything and everything else.
The moment of tranquillity was too soon interrupted when the alarms went off again, and in extreme frustration, Ratchet attempted to deal with the situation, but either forgot, or refused to reign his temper in when he tried to dismiss the signal. "Blasted Earth tech!" He swore, looking at the monitors with irritation. "Cliffjumper's life signal popped back online." He said, feeling the need to inform the other members of the team of the current situation.
"Who's Cliffjumper?" Miko asked, confusion practically seared onto her expression as she looked up at the Autobots questioningly. Although from what she could gather, their responses were hopeful, and they seemed to become even moreso alert, and eager. However, since her closest comparison when it came to the Autobots was technology, from what she could gather, "Life signal," and, "Backonline," it seemed like something had happened recently.
She glanced up at the picture on the screen as Optimus spoke. "How is that possible?" The Prime asked, and Miko's suspicious were confirmed. Something had happened to someone, and even the boss was interested, which was surprising. But as she payed attention, almost snooping, the Japanese teen caught Arcee almost fleetingly brushing her servo along the boss' thigh, walking past him and towards the Doc Bot.
"It isn't," He stated truthfully, obviously annoyed. "Another bug. The systems chock full of them."
But the snobby blue bot obviously didn't think so, because Arcee spoke up with eagerness and hope that Miko had doubted she was capable of. "If there's any chance that Cliffs alive," she began, knowing that she didn't need to finish her train of thought for the others to understand. Especially Optimus.
She's really got him wrapped around her metal finger. Miko thought, curiously wondering about why a snob like her would end up with the boss. Whatever the case, Miko disregarded it, and stuck her tongue out at Arcee discreetly, knowing she wouldn't be caught, not with her years of experienced practice messing with the boys who saw her as some kind of prize. Weirdos.
Wanting to one up the snob who she had caught staring at her best friend strangely, she called out trying to get Optimus' attention when she realized when they were. "Hey!" She yelled, and his gaze snapped to meet hers. "What can we do?"
Pondering the idea for a moment, his processor rejected it instantly. There was no way these humans, already Decepticon targets, would go with him to a battle zone. Especially with his team's skills obviously so rusty. "Remain here." Was all he said, doubting that his order would be defied. Surely these humans, and techno organic, valued their safety and would listen.
"Awwwww."
Miko was not happy with the idea of sitting around, and her ol' buddy Ratchet followed her example. "Awww."
"What a happy dude. I've always wondered how people walked around with sticks shoved up their backsides." She thought bitterly, watching him mess around with some stupid alien screens that beeped too many times a minute. "I'm glad I'm stuck with you too, Docbot. I'm so happy, I just can't be happy enough. So I'm just gonna stand here. And glare at you. And get on your nerves. Maybe I'll even break something like Bulkhead."
Ratchet gave her a look that could only be described as pure loathing, but Miko rolled her eyes at his ever so terrifying stare. "You can stick it, Docbot."
DONEEEEE!
Hope this was enough to satisfy all of you, and dont worry, I've got more on the way :)
Thanks for reading everyone.
THANKS FOR HELPING ICEGIRL!
-Kay :)