Disclaimer: I only own the Montez's.
Author's Note: Okay, I'm sorry for not updating in forever. I broke my laptop charger, had to wait two weeks to get another, and then broke that one a week later, so I'm kinda laptopless. I didn't want to keep you waiting for so long, so I wrote an interlude. Yay!
It's basically from Noah's point of view. This is the would-be dream Lyra would've had if I had written it all in the same chapter. It's just...extended, and from No's P.O.V. Whoo!
Again, I'm sorry. It's just that, without my laptop, I can't really watch the movie and write. My sister would get too annoyed if I was pausing the movie every two seconds to write a line down. If anyone knows where I can find the movie written out, that would make my life so much easier and updates would be quicker since I could use my mom's work computer (secretly, of course ;]).
Anyway, on with the (short) interlude!
Interlude 2
Stockade
Noah was terrified. Heck, he was beyond terrified. He was petrified. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Yeah, he had wished that he could have an adventure with the Transformers, but he hadn't actually believed it would happen. No matter how much he actually had wanted it. Now, well, now he was just wishing he had never made that stupid wish on his stupid birthday when he blew out those stupid candles.
If Lyra were here, she'd probably be scolding him for using such a mean word.
Lyra...
Tears stung Noah's eyes as he tried to keep himself from crying. The Decepticon who was holding him captive, Stockade, loved to see him cry, and, though he'd never actually say it—he was still a guy, and didn't like being compared to a girl, no matter how much he love her—he had been around his sister too much. There was no way in Heck that he'd ever give the 'Con the satisfaction of seeing him cry.
He'd be getting sent to his room if Lyra heard him say the 'H' word out loud...
What Noah wouldn't do to be able to be sent to his room...
No. Instead he was here.
This stupid SUV.
Noah had seen Lyra for a minute. She was on a bridge. She hadn't been looking at him, though. She had been watching the going-ons below. His favorite scene: Optimus wooping Sector Seven aft.
He had yelled and screamed, pounded against the windows even, but she hadn't heard him.
It stung to know that his heroes were just a few feet away from him and he was still being held captive.
"Lyra..." Noah whispered hoarsely, wrapping his thin arms around his knees. As Stockade drove them who-knew-where, he could feel his hope slowly diminish. It would turn every once in a while in bursts though. Like when he had woken up inside of Barricade. Or when he had first been chased by Stockade in that alley.
He didn't know what triggered it, really. All he knew was that he felt safe at some moments. Like Lyra was holding his hand through it all. Like he wasn't alone.
"Are you crying, fleshy?" the radio burst. The voice was coarse and sickening to the core. There was an amused twinge to it. Stockade.
Noah didn't say anything, just buried his face in his arms.
"You are, aren't you?" He was excited now. "Oh, do you want your mommy?" A crazed laugh.
But Noah didn't care. He kicked the back of the driver's seat angrily. He didn't want his mommy—she wasn't his mommy—he wanted Lyra, his sister.
The kick was met with more laughter. Higher. Louder. Demented. Stockade kept going on, talking about the little momma's boy. Why didn't he run to his mommy? Why didn't he call out his name?
It grated on Noah's nerves. He didn't want his mommy, dang it! He wanted Lyra!
But he didn't say anything. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't.
Even though he was only eight, he was still smart. Not Lyra-booky smart. More like Dad-street smart. He had enough sense to know that the Decepticons wanted him for something, and they'd probably want Lyra too. She was safe for now. He didn't need to put her in danger because he couldn't control his anger.
Still, though...
He felt like Lyra was there with him again. Like she was holding his hand and running her fingers through his sandy hair like she always did when he was upset, and the tears return. He buried his face deeper into his arms so he could cry silently, letting them slide down his round cheeks.
He was so scared...
But Lyra was a great big sister. She'd help him. She wouldn't let anyone hurt him.
Primus, Noah thought sadly, why did you have to listen to such a stupid wish?