"Sammy!" Saffron snapped, glaring at the annoying boy. Her arms crossed, cast leg braced on a pillow and she slouched low on the couch to pout. Once again, he was harassing her. Ever since Mission City, he and Mick took turns being stuck up her ass. She loved them, really she did, but she was ready to strangle someone only after the first day...it was already about a week later. "Please shut the hell up."
"I'm worried about you." he frowned.
"I'm fiiiiiine, Sam. Please go see Mikaela. She misses you, you know." he smiled at the name, a little color coming to his cheeks. He had finally asked her out, after everything that happened to them. He seemed to understand that life was to short and he had been watching her for far to long.
Knock-knock!
A frown marred the young mans face, stealing a look at his to innocent sister, and stood. Moving toward the door, as soon as he opened it, a grin marred his face. Mikaela stood there, dressed in a sleek black dress, hair pinned up with elegant curls to fall down her back. No make-up. Beautiful as usual. "Hey M-M-Mikaela." he stuttered out, still in awe of the girl.
A chuckle left her, as she leaned forward to peck his lips. "Are you...ready?" trailing off, she noticed the state of his dress, sweats and a t-shirt.
"Ready? For what?" slowly, both turned to pin the grinning Saffron with a look. "What did you do?" his eyes narrowed.
"Made reservations for you and Kela at that french place downtown." reaching for the crutches, she pushed herself to her feet and wobbled toward them. "Go wash up and get dressed." she whacked his leg and made a gesture toward the stairs and to her old room, that he used now that she took his. "Wear something nice!" was called after him. Once he was gone, she turned back to the raven haired teen and smiled. "How you been?" making a gesture for her to follow, she went back to the couch.
"Good, good." nodding, Mikaela sat beside her, setting her purse beside her. "More worried about you." looking over the curly haired teen, she frowned. Her right arm was wrapped in bandages, more poking out from under the tank she wore. She hadn't seen what lie underneath but Sam had said she was riddled with little, strange looking scratches and scars from the Mission City battle.
"I'm fine." waving her off, Saffron shifted. "Sammy and Mick are driving me crazy. I just want a moment of silence, for myself. You know?" also, she was waiting to get a moment alone, to speak with Optimus about something. Something she happened to hear in passing.
"I understand." smiling, she leaned over to hug the younger girl. "I'm just happy you're fine."
"...me to." Sam walked back in the room as the two hugged it out. He was frowning, though dressed in slacks and a grey button up. "Don't you look snazzy." a whistle left her.
"Huh?" blinking, he glanced up.
"What's up, bro?" she worried.
"I tried calling Mick, to come sit with you...but he didn't answer."
Saffron bit back the urge to scream at him that she didn't need a babysitter. "That's fine. Bee's here, just outside if anything happens. Stop worrying so much. Go have fun with your girl." she shooed him toward the door, from the couch.
"Saffron." he started.
"Samuel James Witwicky." cutting him off, her eyes narrowed. "I am almost eighteen. Almost an adult and able to make my own decisions. Stop treating me like a child." her tone was stern.
"Saffy, I can't help it." sitting on the couch between the two females, he reached for his sisters hand. "I lost you...watched the life leave."
"And I'm fine now, Sammy." the free hand was used to show herself. "I'm alive, kicking. You know there will always be situations that you can't do anything about and just like mama and daddy, you have to let me stumble and grow on my own."
"You sure you're seventeen?" he muttered.
Laughing softly, she leaned forward to hug him. "I love you Sammy but it's time to stop holding my hand."
"Love you to, Saffy." sighing, he finally stood and turned to Mikaela to extend a hand. She took it, being pulled to her feet. "Well be back...later."
Getting to her feet again, Saffron followed them to the door, leaning against it as they moved toward his car. A white, 2007 Camry that Ron was helping keep on the road. Until Sam had a real job and could afford it by himself. "Have fun, love birds!" as they drove off down the road, she sighed contently. Finally, a moment of silence. Complete silence., eyes closed, she took a deep breath and relaxed in her spot. Another moment, she gathered herself enough to dip back in the house to grab her house keys and lock the front door. She didn't even get more then three steps before the mustang was in front of the house. A smile it her face and she limped over as quick as possible, only to fall over on the hood. She tried not to be to rough, hugging him. "Missed you Bee." and planted a kiss on the metal.
He shuttered and rumbled beneath her. "You look...so...good on...these...old eyes."
"Ain't you a sweetheart, hm?" mumbling, she pushed herself and rolled to the side. There was no way she was standing up from the position she put herself in. The door opened for her and carefully, she climbed inside. "Bee, are the others close by still?" he chirped in the affirmative. "Can you take me to them? There's something I need to speak with Optimus about." a second chirp came and she patted the dashboard. "It's okay, nothing bad just...something personal." instead of "answering", the car pulled away from the curb and off they went.
Saffron drifted off on the drive, settling comfortably against the plush seats. She dreamt about Mission City but instead of being in it, she was watching over it. All the little battles here and there. Sam and herself trudging the city back roads. Even saw when Bumblebee's legs were blown off. The sight and his cry of pain made her chest tighten. Being told what happened or what Mick came upon, was different then actually seeing it. More horrifying.
When mini Sam and Saffron faced off what Megatron the first time, her heart sped up and breathing became labored. It was understandable to feel fear for the being that caused your death, right? Optimus appeared, a knight in shining armor, and tackled the other. As the siblings ran, Saffron was able to watch how the battle went between the two fraction leaders. There was multiple times dream Saffron winched, Optimus and Megatron shooting through a building. Optimus getting thrown into another building. Optimus getting flipped to his back. A lot, if not all of it, had to do with Optimus being on the receiving end. It's not that his opponent was stronger but...it felt as if the Autobot leader was holding out.
Of course, he left Optimus to deal with another Decepticon, and took chase at his targets. Sam and Saffron. This part she remembered, tasing Megatron, after he had caught the duo. They both knew the chances of them living after a meeting with him, wasn't good. What did they have to lose, besides the Allspark getting in his clutches? There was no doubt what they had to do. Watching yourself plummet to your death...sortof puts your life into prospective., her eyes followed the small body, frowning.
After the zap, she didn't remember what happened, already fading to fast.
A limp Sam went right over, after her. Someone was screaming their names. Megatron must have realized he had just thrown the Allspark over, for he went to the edge to grab them again. He was met by Optimus' gun, blasting in his shoulder as he caught the two kids. Landing safely, Rachet was already waiting and immediately began trying to revive Sam. He was able to but before he could begin on Saffron, Megatron attacked again. She was barely snatched out of the way of a powerful metal foot. Megatron and Optimus fought again, the lather losing. He called out for Sam, who had ben hiding in deep gouges of the road with the cube, to put the cube in his chest. Sam looked as if he was going to do it, dream Saffron gasping, but last minute, he shoved the Allspark up and into Megatron's chest.
...Sam killed Megatron.
Wow., her head cocked, squatting where she stood and squinted. Optimus went to Megatron, removing something small from his chest and rumbled 'You left me no choice, brother.' Sam went over to mini-Saffron and Rachet but the medical officer shook his head sadly. For the first time Saffron could remember, Sam cried. Actually cried as he gathered the girl in his arms. Optimus scooped them up, holding the two protectively and moved toward the humans. Mick pushed his way through the crowd and when he seen the state his best friend was in, he dropped to his knees. A look of complete devastation coming over him. Just like when seeing Megatron, her chest tightened, this time in pain. She didn't think she could handle the looks on both boys face.
Not yet child. There are things for you to do. A destiny waiting to unfold. Wake.
The sudden voice startled dream Saffron and she began looking around. She didn't remember hearing anything before waking up. Looking back to the sight before her, her eyes widened to see a light blue swirling mist coming out of the cube, settling above mini Saffron. She scurried over, reaching a hand toward it but before she could touch, a streak of lighting in all of that mist struck mini-Saffron in the chest. Dream Saffron put a hand to the exact spot. That she remembered as well. Hard to forget, really. That jolt that seemed to bring her body alive.
"Saffron." the new voice, it wasn't from the dream, called out to her. Just like that, the scene before her was swept away and her eyes cracked. They stung, tearing at the corners. She closed them again and ran a hand over both. A yawn wrecked her small frame. Had she opened her eyes completely, whoever was calling her would have seen the same three comas and electric blue swirls as before. "Are you well? Your heartrate increased drastically. Bumblebee can take you back home."
Ah, Rachet., she mused. "No, no...I'm fine." mumbling, she slid to the seat edge and startled pulling herself out. "Just a bad dream...thanks Bee, you the best." she stroked he steering wheel before completely getting out and facing the others. All were in bi-pedal mode and looking down at the only present human. "Hey guys, how are you all fairing?" head cocked to the side.
"We are all doing good." the medical officer answered, lowering himself. "I am worried about you."
"I'm fine, Rach, just a bit sore. As is anyone involved in Mission City." she was pretty sure he cocked a "brow" at the name she called him. "I'm healing just fine, docs say my leg is coming along quick." she rapped on the cast.
"Do you mind if I scan you? I need more practice with human physiological anyways."
"Go ahead." she gave a shrug.
A green light shot out from some sort of port on his arm, making her tingle. After the light disappeared, he punched some things on a small keyboard, humming to himself lowly. Saffron looked to the others but they just shrugged. "There are...odd readings. Pieces of metal embedded in your skin, on the right side." he noted.
"Yah, that's what the doctors said. It's not normal metal, couldn't get a good read. Something kept interrupting the test. I think it's like yours." she made a gesture to the group in whole.
"Hm, you are right." he nodded in agreement.
"Yo, it ain't hurtin' ya, right?" Jazz piped up.
"Nah. I fell good, better then I think I should." shaking her head, she rolled the arm riddled with scars. "I'll be heading back to the doc's office, every month for about a year. To make sure nothing changes."
"How did our metal get embedded in your body." Ironhide muttered in confusion.
"Aa, you know, when I..." she made a zapping sound and shook herself. "Megatron."
"Sam was in his hand as well. He doesn't have a trace of it." he then pointed out.
Saffron's mouth opened to reply but the great blue and red bot answered for her. "He wasn't holding the cube, either." blinking, she nodded in agreement to his words. That had been what she was going to say. Her grip on the cube had been tight.
"...does that mean lil' momma has pieces of the Allspark in'er?" Jazz asked.
Another body tingle and the human femme shot a look to Rachet. He was scanning her again. "No, we would pick up readings if she did." now they looked disappointed.
"Guys, stop looking at this as a half empty cup." Saffron spoke up, fisting her hips with one hand. "You're acting like this is the end and it's not. You're alive. There are others out there, waiting for word. For a safe place." some looked ready to argue but she pushed on. "And I understand that Earth is not Cyberton, nothing will take the place of your home, but that doesn't mean you can't have a second. And who knows, maybe one day you'll be able to make another Cyberton."
"How are we suppose to do that?" Ironhide pouted.
It was so strange to see/hear, Saffron had to stare at him a moment. Just to make sure. Then she actually thought about what he asked. How would or could they do that? No cube meant they couldn't rebuild their own world. But they had the knowledge that well surpassed that of humans. And you mean to tell me they can't think up a structure for them to build as a home or base?, but that was only one part of the problem. What about extending their race, keeping it living on. Sure, they could probably live for a very, very long time...but forever?
How would they have children? Could they? Did they have sex, like humans? Her eyes narrowed in thought. She wasn't sure if she wanted to think about the answer to the sex question. Push those...disturbing thoughts aside. How would they rebuild their home?, did they build their children? If so, how did they give them life?
"What's with the look, Ronnie?" Jazz eyed her suspiciously. It was the same she got when they were in the dam and the trio made plans to sneak the cube away.
"What look?" Rachet wondered.
The second in command gestured to her. "Same one she had at the dam, when she told Sam and Mick 'bout the bank vault thing."
"Ain't that right." Bumblebee agreed with a head nod. Leaning forward, he poked the teen in the stomach, gently to not hurt her. Blinking, she looked up at him and smiled at his concerned chirp. "Getting...that look...bad."
A chuckle left her, patting his cheek since he was so close. "Nothing bad, Bee." then she turned to Optimus and Rachet. "Would having the cube's markings and being able to study it, help? Could you use it's knowledge to rebuild your home?...if you can't use it's power?"
The two mechs "blinked" at her question, looking to each other to speak with their com. link. After a moment, they turned back. "It is certainly something to discuss but without the cube, we cannot do much." Optimus admitted.
Saffron was silent again, eyes flickering side to side. She thought back to when hacking into the Hoover Dam and she went searching for the NBE one program. Sector Seven had years of notes and readings and whatnot on him. Sooooo, the same could be said about the cube, right?, the bottom lip was sucked between her teeth as she nibbled it. It was worth a shot, especially if it could help the Autobots. Then she looked the group over, trying to decide wether to say anything now or wait. What was the worst that could happen if she kept silent until she had the information needed to help?
"Saffron, was there something wrong? Bumblebee said you wished to speak with me." Optimus, seeing she wasn't going to continue her current train of thought, changed the subject.
"Hmmm mmmmmm, yah. This is sortof personal, can we go someplace private?" she glanced up the thirty foot robot.