Well, the fabulous 51st chapter. Never thought I'd get here.

So I'm really happy you guys stuck around and unlike some other writers that start amazing stories and never finished them, I guarantee you that this one will be finished.

You have my word.

But another thing that has been harassing me, is the fact my laptop won't save Word documents. Or sometimes, it just won't save them. It's very irritating. Because the chapter was more than half done, and it's totally deleted now. Woo fricken hoo.

But anyway, you're here to read this story until the end of it, so let's go one more chapter up! I'm not letting a laptop stand in way!

*Back to Mel's POV.

I woke up to a loud sound. But it wasn't load like a one loud bang, it was a continuous sound. It wasn't stopping at all.

I groaned as I got up off my bed and tried to adjust my eyes to the sunlight beaming from my window, not making it visible for me to see what was going on outside.

Once my eyes did adjust to the sunlight, I decided not to look outside the window, even though that was my first intention. Instead, I got downstairs, knowing I was dressed from last night, I exited the house and walked up to where the sound was coming.

I froze when I saw what was happening. It was big. It was shiny. It was metal.

I didn't know what it was, but it was strange.

Then I figured my uncle was building something.

"Will, what are you doing?"

"Hey Mel. Me and Hide are making a garage, see?"

"Hide?"

"Yeah, me and Ironhide." Ironhide passed him a metal plate from the floor and they continued to weld the pieces together, to make a sort of box-like metal garage.

"Why are you building a garage?" just as I asked that, I got interrupted, unintentionally.

"Hey Mel." Sarah greeted me.

"Hey Sarah, where's Belle?"

"She's in the daycare."

"But you have me?"

I was confused. Why spend money on a daycare when you have a family member at your disposal?

"Yeah, but Annabelle needs to make new friends."

"She needs to be-ugh-" Will lifted a heavy piece of metal and then let the air out of his chest. "Sociable."

"Right." Sarah agreed. "Don't take it personally, Mel."

She sat in the passenger seat of the parked truck that belonged to Ironhide, her feet dangling from the side. "Yeah, she just needs to get used to more people around her."

"Yeah, I understand." I smiled. I wasn't offended, to be honest. They were her parents and they knew what was best for their daughter.

Sarah and I were watching the guys trying to build a metal garage. It looked quite tall for a one truck garage. "Are you okay? I mean, I know it's been only three months since you've been, you know. Shot." She gave a reassuring smile.

"I'm okay." I smiled at her concern for me. But I couldn't harass her with nobody answering my questions. I was getting pretty sick of it as well. "Do you guys even have blueprints for this?" I asked them as I was looking what they were doing. I caught Ironhide look on me. He didn't move his gaze away.

"I'm sure Hide has 'em." Will said in the background, but I was too busy looking back at Ironhide. Something about those eyes… something so magical. Secret. Mystical. Tempting.

"Hide?"

I just kept looking at him, and he didn't look away from me. It was like as we were talking telepathically, without words or thoughts exchanging. "Hide."

He didn't respond and it made me smile, the way he completely ignored my uncle. "Ironhide."

He turned around and passed him another piece of metal that looked way heavier than it should have been. Will tossed it on the ground and glared at Ironhide. "What?"

"Why didn't you answer me the first time I called you? And why were you staring at Mel?"

Ironhide only shrugged and continued building and welding the metal piece together, forming a thick wall of the garage.

I shifted from the seat and got to the ground. I was going to be so bored if I kept watching them build a garage. Plus, the welding part stinks.

I got into the house, straight into the living room. There, I sat down on the couch and tried to find the remote, but as always, I failed at finding it.

I searched under pillows, under tables, but no, I couldn't find it. So I decided to move a sofa that was next to an open window.

As I crouched down to the sofa, I could hear a conversation going on outside. It was between my Uncle, Aunt and guardian.

Who needs a guardian anyways.

"Poor girl." Sarah started. "She deserves answers. Can't we just-"

"No Sarah." Will interrupted her. "She can't know."

"But it isn't fair for her."

"I know, I know. But those are Optimus's orders, not mine."

"Tell me what?" I whispered to myself, finding the remote quickly and holding it to my chest.

"Even so, she's smart. She'll figure it out on her own, Will. She's your brother's daughter. You can't hide it from her."

"I'll try to hide it for as long as I can. If Ironhide doesn't slip up."

"I don't ever 'slip up'."

"Yeah, big guy. But she can't ever know the truth."

"Truth about what?" I whispered again, biting my lower lip. Come on guys, just tell me. I'm so close…

"What are you doing?"

I screamed and jumped at the sound of someone else in the room. I hadn't realized who it was, because of my shut eyes, so I threw the remote at them.

I opened my eyes, only to find Ironhide holding the remote in his hand in front of his head. Looks like he saw it coming. "Jesus!"

He chuckled, despite the fact I almost headshot him with a remote. "I'm no Jesus. Just Ron."

I was confused. "I thought your name was Ironhide?"

"No. It's Ron Hide."

"Then what's Ironhide?"

"Codename?"

I snorted. "Yeah, right." I didn't believe a word.

I sat down on the couch, spreading my legs across it. Ironhide, or should I say Ron, pushed my legs down gently and sat on the couch next to me.

My couch, my legs on it.

I spread my legs over Ron's lap now, and I didn't care at all. I turned on the TV, trying to find something interesting on the TV shows.

"So how's the build going?"

"It's coming fine."

"Why do you need it? You didn't need it for the last three months."

"I need to… stretch my legs sometimes."

I rolled my eyes, flicking another channel. "And you need a 15ft garage to stretch your legs in?"

"Exactly." There was a slight pause and I let the remote rest on my stomach as the TV ran in the background. "When are you meeting that boy?"

"Wha-Dalton?"

"Yes, Dalton." He seemed mad at him, even though he has never ever met him.

"I don't know. How do you know about it anyway?"

"Sarah told me."

Traitor. Wait, Sarah wouldn't tell him. Would she? I mean, he's is the guardian. A totally unnecessary one at that. "Anyway, I used your truck to meet him. Thanks for letting me use it." I made a small smile.

"You're welcome, you can always use it." He looked at me in the eyes.

Again with the eyes. So beautiful. So blue. So… So…

All of a sudden, a bright light flashed through my mind, like a picture, but too quick to tell what it was telling me.

I rubbed my temple and closed my eyes, trying to remember the picture, but no such luck. It was long gone and I couldn't remember it.

Someone entered the house, and neither Ron nor I bothered to move away. Sarah was the one that came in. "Mel, I'm making lemonade. Would you like some?"

It was a rather hot day. And I was in a mood for a refreshing drink, especially for a sweet lemonade. "Sure thing, Sarah." I nodded at her and she went to the kitchen, getting out of my eyesight.

Since Ron wasn't doing anything important right now, I think I'll try to take the answers out of him. "Ron, say, is there some kind of secret you are keeping from me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I want to know what it's about."

He touched my forehead with his forefinger. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret anymore, now would it?"

"Come on, Ron. You can tell me."

He chuckled. "I can. But I won't."

I rolled my eyes. "Please. This has been going on for three goddamn months."

"I know it has. You aren't the only one is having everyday difficulties."

"Then why won't you tell me?"

He lowered his voice to a whisper, so I had to lean closer to him. "Listen, I'd love to tell you everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. And in time, I will. Now it's too early. But you're smart. You'll figure it out all on your own. Shouldn't be very difficult."

"Can you give me some hints?" I tried the best I could to make my investigation easier.

"Of course. I've been giving you hints all this time."

"Thanks. I just really want to know the truth."

He sighed. "I know. But I fear you won't take the truth lightly. You never did. I mean, you accepted it and it didn't bother you, but this time it's different."

"What do you mean?" did he have to be so damn confusing?

"We shall see. I'm going to help your uncle build that garage." He stood up, pushing my legs off the couch and then picking them up and putting them back in place.

I took the remote off my stomach and flicked another channel. "Hey Ron." I called for him.

He turned around, almost ready to exit through the door of the house. His frozen in place pose was so beautiful to look at. Long legs, broad shoulder, strong jaw line…

The hell am I thinking? Back to the point, Melissa.

"Thanks. For everything."

By everything, I meant the truck and the talks.

He gave a small smile and a wink in return. My heart quickened in a good way, for a just a millisecond, and then returned to normal pace. Something is going on with me. And with Ron. And these flashbacks.

The rest of day was spent drinking lemonade, watching TV and dragging my lazy ass around the house.

The small town is boring. It always was. Nothing to do, no strangers and no secrets. Bummer.

And since I couldn't think of a better excuse to go outside, I couldn't possibly laze around the house for the rest of my life. I called for Sarah. The whole neighborhood must have heard my yelling. Even though we were the only house on the street for miles.

"Sarah! I'm going to pick Belle up! I'm taking Ron's truck!" I hollered, hoping she heard me.

"Thanks Mel!" she hollered back and I got off the couch.

I walked out of the house and got to the truck easily, opening the door and seating myself in the driver's seat.

"Thanks for the truck, Ron." I whispered and backed out. How was I ever going to find the daycare?

Human instinct could work perfectly. And since it's probably the only daycare in this place, it must be in the center of the town, which is exactly where I'm going.

It wasn't long before I got to the town, looking out the window, trying to find the daycare. In the meantime, it started to rain heavily. It was quite sudden. Well, the day hasn't been sunny either, but rain wasn't expectant.

"Daycare, daycare, where are you…" I muttered to myself.

I turned on many streets, but couldn't possibly find it. So I stopped aside and let the windshield wiper wipe away the oncoming rain.

"In thirty meters turn right, then turn left." The navigation I didn't know existed in truck resounded, causing me to follow the directions.

I drove along, the streets, but still not seeing the daycare building. "In twenty meters turn left, then make a U-turn."

And just as I did what I was 'told' to do, the daycare was right in front of me.

I got out of the truck and up to the main door, entering the daycare. As I got in, there were mothers and grandmothers picking up their young. I did notice sedans and minivans outside. Dalton would have probably bored me to death about that.

Enough about him. I'm not really into him after all.

I got up to a woman, that was presumably the teacher, and asked her about Annabelle's whereabouts.

"I'm sorry, are you a member of her family?" she politely asked in return.

"I'm her cousin." I gave a smile. "Sarah sent me to pick her up."

"Ah yes, Sarah, lovely mother. I apologize, but you must be a legal guardian."

"I'm her guardian." A strange voice greeted me. I turned around to see Iro-Ron behind me.

"Gua-Iro-what-Ron?!"

He chuckled. "Yes, Ron." He repeated his name. "I'm here to pick up Annabelle Lennox." He said to the teacher. I stared at him with my mouth open. I must have looked dumb and inappropriate.

"Oh yes, Mr. Hide, I'll bring Annabelle in just a minute." She hurried off to one of the classrooms, getting out of sight easily.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled.

"I am accompanying you in delivering Annabelle-"

"I mean, how are you her guardian?"

"There's a lot you don't know."

"Ironhide!" I heard a small child squeal, and immediately, I knew it was Belle.

He picked her up by the armpits and carried her. "Thank you." He said and we both got out of the daycare.

He settled her into the back of the cab, I was surprised there was a baby seat in there. More like toddler seat, if you ask me.

I got in the front of the car and soon we were out of the narrow streets and driving home.

I didn't bother asking anything. Too many questions, no answers at all. I might as well go to hell with my life, anyway.

There was silence in the car to the way home. Belle fell asleep in the back. It was a little colder outside than usual, but nothing drastic.

It was really warm in the cab, so warm it lulled you to sleep, just like it did with Belle.

I just didn't remember the heating being turned on.

I let out an air of relief out of my lungs and sunk into the soft seats. I got a massage in return.

Massage.

Something in my mind clicked.

I was spun into a world of familiarity. I could see thoughts clearly. I could see my thoughts. I could feel… love. Serenity and peace. I could feel… feel something else. Devotion.

Then it all passed away quickly.

It was like I was in a trance. I breathed air into my lungs sharply and lunged forwards.

"Are you alright?" Ron immediately asked.

I breathed a couple of times before answering. "Yeah, yeah."

"What was that about?"

"Nothing. I just… remembered."

"Remembered what?"

"That I… need to… do something. Like, help Sarah with Belle. And Will with that garage." I lied.

"You were asleep for some time." He said.

"No, I wasn't."

"You were. The massage must've relaxed you. They always did." He added as an afterthought.

"Yeah, that must be it." And before I knew it, we were back home, on the gravel, with no Ferraris or Corvettes or Lamborghinis to greet us. I'd miss those supercars. Those were quite some people who owned them.

I yawned as he stopped the truck on the gravel. Just as I was about to get out of the car and get Annabelle upstairs, Ron stopped me.

"I'll take Annabelle. You go upstairs. You energy lev-I mean, you're tired."

I nodded drowsily and got upstairs. By the time I got myself into bed and ready to go to sleep, I saw someone standing at the door. It wasn't scary, but the bodybuilding form of the person immediately told me it was Ron.

It looked as if he was caught up between going inside, into my room, or to just go along his business.

He took the latter option, I think, as I drifted into sleep. These flashbacks I keep getting are really exhausting. Maybe they are the answers to my long asked questions.

Listen up, ya'll wonderful people (I'm not kidding about that. You really all are wonderful.).

School is going to end in about three weeks from now and I need some more grades so updates will be less frequent. I know I'm being slow with updating, but I'm not doing it on purpose. Brain is kind of slow from all studying. XD

But I'm an all A student, so I just got to keep it that way for the rest of these 3 weeks and then updates will (probably) be more frequent and will be more interesting! And (I hope) faster progress with the story!