Sariel: The disclaimer is, I don't own, so stop asking me about it. Aura and Sarah are fully mine-
Aura: Hey! Sarah and I are not objects! You don't own me!
Sarah: As much as I hate to admit it, Aura's right.
Aura: Really?
Sarah: No. Since Sariel did 'give birth' to us, she's technically our owner.
Aura: Damn you and your logic Sarah!
Sariel: ...Never say I 'gave birth' to you ever again. That is a very bad mental image.
Sarah: *shrugs* Not my fault.
I have to note that there's very little to no crack in the beginning. Sorry, but my hands took control of the keyboard, not my brain, so…whoops.
So, the first part will be angst, second will be slightly lighter…I hope. I'm just flying at the seat of my pants for now.
My eternal thanks to SunnySides, Wolfimus Prime, HeartsGuardianSol, Ratchet's Sparkling, ShinraFox, Skyress98, AyanoZonurai, Leaderofthewolves, ryannea. reed, DixieChicrules123, raxii, and to overdozz33 for faving, reviewing, and following this story.
Without further talking, here's Chapter 4! Hooray~!
Basement, Moran House
"Hey, Sarah, do you think we should put this in the Vault?" asked Aura, holding up a Soundwave figurine. Sarah looked over to her sister, pondering. "Yes," she said shortly. "We can't let the Autobots think we're Decepticon spies, since we're not." "I just hate that we're in the movie universe," grumbled Aura. "If it was Prime!verse, Animated or in the Unicron Trilogy, I'd be happy to be on the Decepticon side."
"You shouldn't say that. They might separate us if they think you're a threat," said Sarah seriously. "You said yourself that we need to exercise caution. I already melted the Decepticon necklaces we had into a small block." Aura's head snapped to her sister immediately. "What?! Do you know how expensive those were?!" her voice cracked for a second, and she continued, "Uncle Marcus gave them to me, remember?" "But we can't be seen as Decepticon sympathizers! They'll lock us up faster than you can say Autobot," reminded Sarah. Aura thumped a wall angrily with the side of her hand.
"Primus! Sometimes I wish we never came here! Stayed back in New York, never got caught up in this!" burst Aura. "Every time the door rings, I always check the front yard to make sure there were no mysterious black SUVs parked on the curb! My paranoia is going off the charts! It's driving me crazy!"
"Bit too late for that, sister," said Sarah, "I know how you feel. The situation has been making me paranoid as well." "I…I'm sorry, Sarah…I-I just, I can't take it anymore! First Uncle Marcus went to Afghanistan, then mom and dad are gone, and now this! It's like bad things are happening to us over and over again? Why are we here!?" cried Aura, breaking down into tears, legs collapsing and falling onto the floor.
Sarah walked over to her sister, bending down and wrapping her arms around the older girl as she turned to cry into Sarah's shoulder. The black haired girl rubbed Aura's shoulder soothingly with a hand. "I know, Aura," she whispered, as the older girl's walls collapsed, "It'll be better. I promise." Sarah planted a kiss over Aura's forehead as the girl cried herself to sleep.
The younger girl lifted her sister up bridal style and went to the second floor, tucking Aura into bed in her room. Sarah took a look over Aura's picture of their family on her desk, all four of them with wide smiles on their faces during Aura's college graduation. She turned to turn off the light and left the room, door shutting with a soft click.
(A/N: That was NOT what I was expecting to happen until I already finished…Yeah, Aura having a meltdown is not good…)
Dream sequence
Warmth. Light. Aura's eyes opened, sleepy grey eyes searching for the source of light. "S-Sarah? Where are you?" "Your sister is not here," came a stranger's voice, and it felt like there was surround sound. "Who's there?" asked Aura, mind snapping to attention. "I've been watching you, Aurora Senna Moran. Since the conception of your birth, to the present of now, and in the future yet to happen."
Aura found herself in a grassy field, trying to find the speaker. "Why are you hiding? How am I supposed to talk to you if I can't even see ya?" "You will realize who I am in time, child. There is a more pressing matter at hand." "Where is this place? I don't recognize it," asked Aura.
"This, child, is your mind. A place where you can bend =to your whims. Heed my advice, child; reality is not what it seems. You wanted answers to why you are in this world. I will give them to you," said the voice kindly. "Why are we here?" asked Aura.
"I have brought you and your sister into this world for a purpose." "I can sort of see that. Why don't you answer me instead of talking in circles?" Aura crossed her arms moodily. "Very well then, if you wish. I brought you and your sister into this world…to bring hope." Aura frowned, eyebrows furrowed. "Hope? That word isn't compatible with me or Sarah. You must be joking."
"I do not make jokes, Aurora. I do not do things without reason. I have noticed that I made…mistakes. Mistakes that needs to be corrected. My children are fighting against one another in endless conflict. The Allspark is dispersed, and it does not seem that it is possible to refill the universe with Cybertronian life during an all-encompassing war. It is not the time to raise sparklings. To achieve this end, the war has to stop."
"But I'm just human, still barely in young adulthood," said Aura quietly. "I haven't seen this world to the fullest. Why us? Why not some other sod that has lived his or her life? WHY?!" Aura screamed into nothingness. Then, a being solidified right before her eyes. It appeared to be a Cybertronian the size of a human, completely covered in golden armour. Aura gasped, taking a step back as she muttered, "Holy Primus." The being inclined his helm and said, "Yes. I am Primus, creator of the Transformers." "I was only kidding when I said that," said Aura dumbly as she stared at the golden mech.
"Wait...so what do you mean you want us to give hope?" she asked, confusion overwriting her previous anger. "The Cybertronian race is losing faith. The Autobots, The Decepticons, the few Neutrals that still exist are weary. Even Optimus Prime, my Chosen, is losing faith in me. I have vowed to never interfere with my children's war…but you can. Both of you can do it of your free will. I will not force you to comply," said Primus. "And what happens if I say no?" asked Aura. "What if I refuse?"
"If you do say no, then tomorrow morning, Samuel James Witwicky, Judy Witwicky, Ronald Witwicky, Mikaela Banes, Sarah Lennox, William Lennox, Annabelle Lennox, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee and numerous other Cybertronians and humans will cease to exist in real life." Primus' tone was laden with disappointment.
It tugged at Aura's heartstrings inside, and she decided to think it over. She and Sarah knew what was going to happen in the future. She knew that the Cybertronians were killing each other off into extinction, and even the righteous was losing faith in their sides. It must've been killing Primus inside, watching his descendants destroy each other, spilling energon every chance they got. Aura felt sympathy for the god, knowing that he could not do anything about it. That was the deal with giving free will. You couldn't force someone, or you take away all choices, and create zombies instead. Her parents had always wanted her to do the right thing…what if the right thing was to end a war? What if her purpose was to end a bloody conflict that had been traversing the stars for the last couple of million years?
"I'll…I'll do it," agreed Aura quietly. "As long as you promise Sarah's safety. Can't you?" "Your sister has also agreed to this task. I can only assure you that she will survive," replied Primus. "Surviving is not the same as living," said Aura. "But I bet I can take it. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings, right?"
"Thank you, Aurora Senna Moran. I will speak to you again at a later time," said the God, and Aura was blinded by white, her mindscape quickly losing its definitions.
End Dream
Aura's upper body jerked up from her bed, hands planted on her bed as she gasped. She stayed like that for a moment, glancing over to her bedside clock's red numbers and letters of 3:58 am, then let herself fall back, turning over a second later. She could think about it tomorrow.
The next morning
Aura woke up to Sarah frying scrambled eggs in the kitchen, flipping them over, then sliding it onto a waiting plate. "Morning, Sarah," greeted Aura, sliding into a chair. "Morning to you to, Aura," said Sarah, reaching for another egg to cook it sunny side up. Aura went to get a cup of orange juice, moving to toast some bread and placing it on the table. "So…how was last night?" asked Aura. "A good night as any. I suspect Primus answered your questions?" asked Sarah, turning to slip the eggs onto the bread as she placed the pan into the sink. "He did," said Aura curtly. "Seriously, hope? What's up with that?" The younger girl started to cut her scrambled eggs, thinking.
"You remember what an aurora is, correct?" asked Sarah. "Huh? Oh, yeah. The dawn," replied Aura. "Then perhaps, it means that you will bring a new dawn to this world," said Sarah, looking up to Aura after taking a bite. ""Do you really think we can bring hope to an endless war?" asked Aura. "Primus said he saw our future. It means we have a chance," said Sarah. "But what if he's wrong? The future isn't set in stone, Sarah," worried Aura. "The future never is. Who can tell what will happen?" reminded Sarah. "We can make this future better. In the Rise of the Fallen, Sam never gave up hope, right? Why should we now? We know what will happen in the future. Not everyone has to die."
"We might as well explode the world at this rate," grumbled Aura. "Don't say that. I'm supposed to be the pessimist here, not you," smiled Sarah with all her teeth. "Don't smile at me like that, you're creeping me out, Prowl." "Bluestreak! I don't have a stick up my aft!" teased Sarah. "And I don't ramble excessively. Oh wait! I do!" retorted Aura in return.
Sarah laughed, and cleared the table. "Come on. We're still scoping for a location, remember? We still have yet to receive our supplies," she said, washing the pan and dishes with dish soap. "We also need to take inventory," said Aura. "And Sarah…thanks. For last night." Sarah hummed, thinking for a moment, then said, "Don't mention it. I understand. We're sisters, remember? Till the end." "Yeah. Till the end," agreed Aura. "Prowl and Bluestreak, two people against the rest of the world," said Sarah. "I think you killed the moment, Prowl," deadpanning Aura. "It is my gift, Bluestreak. As talking is yours," countered Sarah.
Aura stuck her tongue at the younger girl childishly. "Well, if you're Prowl, you're going to need rules to go with it." "Fine," agreed Sarah. "Rule one: no mentioning anything pertaining to the Transformers unless they reveal themselves. Rule two: No giving hints. We don't need that. Rule three: if we see any Decepticons, leave the area immediately or try to find the Autobots. We cannot risk capture. Rule four: never say the names of any Cybertronian outside of these walls. We will hold small meetings in the Vault. Speaking of which, we need to invest in soundproof walls and EMP generators in case there's any bugs. Rule five: do not tell them about our task. I think that's enough, don't you?" asked Sarah. Aura nodded. "Yeah. Let's go make an EMP generator~!" she yelled excitedly, running to get her shoes. "Wait! Don't forget about the garage!" yelled Sarah, running after her sister.
Two weeks later
Aura and Sarah got their mechanic's garage finally scoped out and ready to go five days ago, already gaining three customers within that time. Aura was trying to finish up Mr. Morrison's maintenance check before she asked, "Hey, Sarah, when do you think we'll see Primus again?" "Shhh! Not in here, Aura!" scolded Sarah, whipping around to face her sister. "Anywhere in this world can be bugged! It's not safe, even in our own garage." Sarah then went to check the storage room for inventory listing.
Not even a few minutes later, a girl showed up with a faded pink Harley-Davison. "Yes? May I help you?" asked Aura, attentive as ever. "Yes, I need an oil change and maintenance check," said the girl politely, a small smile gracing her lips. "Sure. Can I have your name?" asked Aura, scrutinizing the motorcycle. "Mikaela Banes," said the girl, and Aura's eyebrows shot up. "Oh! You're Sam's girlfriend! You're real!" Aura said, straightening. "Yeah, I am. I heard that you made it sound like Sam swung for the other team," commented Mikaela, and Aura gave an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry about that. I found an opening jab and I did it, I guess. Didn't mean anything of it," said the older female. "It's alright. I think Sam forgave you by now," said Mikaela.
Sarah left the backroom when she noticed Mikaela's presence. "Customer, Aura?" she asked, and Aura whirled around. "Oh, hey Sarah! Didn't notice you come back in. This is Sam's girlfriend. She needs her oil changed and a maintenance check," said Aura as Sarah came closer. "Sarah Moran," said the younger Moran, holding out a hand which Mikaela took for a few seconds. "Mikaela Banes," said Mikaela, smiling.
"Hm. It also looks like you also need a new paintjob," said Sarah, turning to look at the two wheeler. "How much will you charge for it?" asked Mikaela, following Sarah's gaze. The younger Moran walked around, gazing at the motorcycle while deep in thought. "Hmm…well, seeing as you're still in the 'first 10 customers' range, I'll only charge you $180," she said. "Aura will do it. Because we're friends."
"It's really because, I'm a better detailer than Sarah," explained Aura in a stage whisper, "I'll make her look really good." "Her?" asked Mikaela. "Well, she ain't a boy, now is she?" asked Aura. "How many miles since last maintenance? "10,000. About five months ago," replied Mikaela. "We'll call when we're done," said Sarah. "If you could log your name here…"
Aura tuned out her sister, taking a closer look at the Harley-Davison. "It looks like you ran into a mountain and fell into a couple of puddles...wait, make that the ocean," she whispered. "Don't worry, I'll make ya look brand new!" She smiled, and turned to see Mikaela leave. "We should finish up Mr. Morison's maintenance first," said Sarah, and Aura nodded, picking up a wrench.
Yeah, I don't know if Primus or Mikaela was in character for this. Writing Primus and Aura conversing is hard!
It should be obvious who Mikaela brought into the shop. I think it was an excuse to drop a possible spy in, so the girls better be careful!
To DixieChicrules123: Yes, I also like these stories, but some of them are too fast paced for my liking. You should check out CherryDrug's story called In which Miracles Do Happen. It's really compelling, and I like how she does things. They're fantastic authors. And yes, I said they.
To HeartsGuardianSol: I'm going to repeat what I'm thinking in my head word for word: It is not a spaceship. Sorry, but it's just a basement for the sole purpose to be their hiding place for all Transformers related stuff. I'm pretty sure the Moran sisters are not aliens...I think.
To ryannea. reed: Thanks for all your compliments, they make me feel all fuzzy inside. I'll do my best to write the best!
I need to run before RL realizes I escaped. Laterz~!