CHAPTER TWO
My Life So Far – Complicated!
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Meg: Can't…think of anything to write in here. Sorry! Oh, wait, here's something – I'm finally watching Transformers Animated…for the first time. ._. I know, you can kick me, it's taken me too long. Also…I LOVE IT!!!!!!!
Bumblebee: I know! You should!
Meg: I KNOW!! *Hugs Bumblebee, then Ratchet, then Sentinal Prime* Aurgh! You jerk, you got in the way of my hugging!! *Pushes him off a meteor* Anyway, so Starscream was all happy when he 'killed' Megatron, and then he had to say to himself 'solemn face, solemn face'. *Fangirl screaming* Also, I love Blitzwing.
Blitzwing: YOU ZEE!!?? ZHE LOVES ME!!!! *Happy*
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I was where I needed to be in an instant, and I had her in my arms in the next instant.
Cradled in my arms was Shooting Star, my youngest daughter. She was only a year old, although she resembled a two and a half year old because of the unique way that she and her older by a couple of minutes sister, Honey Bee, aged.
It had all started two and a half years ago, when I had found out the truth about my car – it wasn't really a car, but a white robot named White Fire (aka Bianca) who, like the other robot aliens from the planet Cybertron, could disguise herself as a vehicle. Cybertronians, from the planet Cybertron, also had a human-like form called a holoform. There were two factions of Cybertronians – the Autobots, who were the good guys, and the Decepticons, who were the bad guys. Bianca and Ratchet were both Autobots, and so was everyone else who lived with us in the secret base in Perth city. Originally they were: Optimus Prime, Wheeljack, Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Jazz, Elita1, Arcee and the twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They were rejoined by Bianca upon their arrival on earth, two and a half years ago, and by me – Emma Pendanto – as well. We were then joined by Zikya, a human girl whose life was saved later on by turning her into a part robot, like myself, and Backdraft (aka Andrea/Andy) who was originally a Decepticon. And, and then there was my cat, Leveret, whose life was saved in a similar fashion to what Zikya's was. His girlfriend, Kyo, is pretty much the same, and their kittens inherited the part-robot factor.
Then, there was the relationships.
Every Cybertronian has a spark mate, such as Optimus and Bianca and, we believe, Sunstreaker and Andy, although she's not saying anything. Sometimes, however, a Cybetronian's spark mate will be a human, such is the case with Wheeljack and Zikya.
And then…my spark mate is Bumblebee.
Bumblebee and I became incredibly close and then, one night, he revealed to me that he was my spark partner. We enlightened each other just how much we loved each other that very night, him in his holoform and me in my part-human part-robot state…and that was how Shooting Star was conceived.
Notice I said Shooting Star, but not Honey Bee? That's because, less then twenty-four hours before Bee and I interfaced (that's a nice way of putting it), I'd done the same thing with someone else – the holoformed Decepticon named Starscream.
Does that make me sound like a slut?
Well, I don't consider myself to be one, because Starscream was my spark mate too. When I say was, I mean because he's dead – and I was the one who killed him. Because it was either him or Bee…and I chose Bee. It was a good thing I did, because if I hadn't then Shooting Star would never have been born. And, if I hadn't interfaced with Starscream, then Honey Bee wouldn't have been born.
I don't regret my decisions. Nor do any of what I consider to be my family, because my girls are the most irresistible sparklings in the world. I still consider them to be my sparklings. XD I knew every Mother always calls her children 'my children', but when they were growing up so fast (literally) I had to hold onto such things.
And, I was always there when Shooting Star especially had nightmares – because hers were every bit as vivid as mine, or so she'd told me.
I held onto her now. Shooting Star had black hair like her Father's holoform, and my eyes – which were filled with tears as she recounted the terrifying nightmare.
When she got to the part about red eyes, I subconsciously held her tighter. Shooting Star and Honey Bee have never met Decepticons in real life, but they've heard stories about them from the rest of us.
Shooting Star especially is afraid of them.
She has an active imagination – which isn't always a good thing.
"It's okay, it was just a dream, my little ryuusei," I told her gently. I had never thought of myself as a Mother, but after I had the twin I changed my mind completely.
"He spoke weird…" Shooting Star sniffled. "And had three faces…"
"Blitzwing…" I murmured. I remembered the German-accented Decepticon we'd faced years ago – and I knew he hadn't been killed yet. Neither had Barricade but Lugnut, thankfully, had been killed.
Starscream was the one who killed him. Because Lugnut killed my parents, and my foster parents. I was still scarred from those events.
The door to Shooting Star's room suddenly opened, and Bee came in, in his robot form. Sitting on his shoulder was a girl Shooting Star's age. This girl had dark brown hair that already came down to her knees, and her eyes were bright red.
"Mamma!" She said when she saw me.
I smiled. "Morning, Honey Bee." I glanced at my husband-to-be, and he glanced down at me. Without even talking, we relayed the events of the morning to each other.
Bee and I have a strong relationship, that became stronger after we interfaced, and even stronger still after the twins were born. Bee had never seemed like the Fatherly type to anyone before but, upon seeing the way he treated Honey Bee (Starscream's daughter) everyone sort of began to treat him with a little more respect.
The moment between me and Bee was broken by Shooting Star putting a hand up to my face, and saying: "Mamma, I'm hungry – I want some Energon-Bix."
Ah, the demanding appetite that was Shooting Star's. That and the fact that she and her sister lived on a diet mix of human food and Energon, was big enough a challenge for me.
I stood up, holding Shooting Star in my arms. "Then it is breakfast time." I said decisively.
The rest of the base would be up soon.
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Meg: Okay, so this one took me awhile to write, because I was watching more You-Tube. -_-
Ratchet: Took you long enough.
Meg: Quiet you. Anyways…
Shooting Star: Yayz! We are in the author's notes!
Honey Bee: Coolness! *Spots Ratchet* UNCLE RATCHET!!!!
Ratchet: *Gasps* Get those twins away from me! *Runs, but is tackled to the ground by Shooting Star*
Shooting Star: Did you like how Sunny and Sides painted you pink last night, Uncle Ratchet?
Ratchet: Every twin will be the death of me…
