Chapter 9 is here! Yay! :D I'm pretty happy with myself right now, since I usually don't update for weeks at a time! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or it's merchandise or Characters. Nor do I own Creepypasta or Yu-Gi-Oh!, as there will be references!
Warning: Cussing, fights (since when is Transformers, Transformers without the fights?), depression (slightly), angst, hurt/comfort, friendship, family, fantasy, Fanfiction, AU, Badass!Sam, Cool!Miles, Bitchy!Mikaela, will have characters from other Transformers stuff, like Transformers Prime
Ps: Some of my Ocs from the 'Protector Chronicles' might show up!
"Speech"
"Cybertronian"
::Comm. Link::
/Sparkbond/
\Family bond\
"Sparkling talk"
-Reviews:
Reader103: Thank you~!
rosmund chadwick (guest): Yes, well, they would be. Cybertronians didn't think that humans vocalize Cybertronian at all. Carrier's Lullaby is made up of the same language as the Sparkling Language, just with some differences. Like many creatures can pronounce it. And it's not the only surprise I have in store~!
grapejuice101: Yes, another cliffhanger~! :) I'm just evil like that. And I'm glad you do like ChitterBelle's name. I derived it from two suggestions. Just "Chitter" and "BlueBelle". I liked "ChitterBelle" better.
Retrokill: Oh, Cyber's an OC from this other series of mine. His "official" designation is Cyber Prime. He was one of my first OCs and, I guess you could say he's my muse.
Angel of Randomosity: The honest truth is that I can make sounds that no one else is able to mimic. I'll be using those sounds a lot for Mary, just a way to make her unique. besides, you can blame the AllSpark. But don't forget that Star Relic... ;) 'twill be important~!
Ok, done! :D
Cyber: -_- Uh-huh. Sure. Now type!
-_- I'm seriously thinking about replacing you with your sparkmate.
Cyber: *smirks* I'd still show up.
... Aft...
I looked around in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked. I didn't understand. "And what's a "Carrier's Lullaby"?"
"Mary... The sounds you just made was a variation of the Cybertronian Language," Ratchet started. "And human vocalizers shouldn't be able to make that sound."
I was shocked. "... But... I've always been able to do that..." I said softly. "Ever since I can remember, I've been able to make sounds and mimic other creatures..."
"I think that I need to do more tests. More thorough tests," Ratchet said, walking over and picking me up.
"... When did you dismiss your holoform?" I asked, and was ignored. So, I asked my other question. "And why more tests?"
"To figure out just what effects that backlash from the Cube did to you. It's obviously messed up a lot of your... Humanness," Ratchet said, positive I had had my memories rearranged.
I gave Wheeljack a pitiful "help me" look. Wheeljack walked over and... Gently took ChitterBelle from me and walked back to where he was sitting. "Traitor!" I called back. And of course, I was ignored.
I didn't like being ignored. I was soon set down and told to stay put. "Don't touch anything," Ratchet warned.
So, I sat there. I thought about how I was ignored. I was reminded of all the things I could've done before. All the times I pushed people away, all the times I didn't listen to what they had to say. I remembered it all. I sighed and leaned back. It reminded me of a song I once heard. I couldn't remember when or where, but I remembered it faintly. It was a song called, "Take Back Yesterday". I sighed and looked at the ceiling, running the lyrics through my head. I know all the things I've done... They weren't that grand... I know I've been bad... But I won't let them take you from me. As much as I wish, wish I could take back yesterday, I know it's impossible. I have so much to say and so much to do, yet so little time that I just want to spend with you. 'Cause your the only one I'll ever care for. You're the reason... The reason why I want to take back yesterday. I wish I could undo all the things I've done, all the things I've said, all the hurt I've caused. But I know that it's impossible... Impossible to take back yesterday. Forgive me my sins my darling. Forgive me my debts. I just want to forget what I've done... And just let it all go...
My mental singing was interrupted by a snap. I startled and yelped, leaning to far backwards. I ended up staring at the ceiling, lying on my back. "... What was that for?" I asked.
Ratchet gave me a disbelieving look. "I've been trying to get your attention for the last 15 minutes!" he said.
I blinked. I guess I really am a ditz, I thought, shaking my head. I was trying to clear it so I could pay attention. "Now that I actually have your attention, I'll repeat what I was trying to say earlier," Ratchet started. "It would seem that you've somehow absorbed some of the AllSpark's energy and radiation. Thankfully, it's not harmful and it hasn't done anything major to effect you but... You'll be able to communicate with those previously uncommunicate to you. Animals, machinery, sparklings, etc."
"That would explain why I was able to understand ChitterBelle," I remarked.
Ratchet then glared at me. "Next time, say something. This way I could've done this earlier!" he growled.
I rolled my eyes. "Relax, Ratch. It isn't serious. Anything else?" I replied.
The medic sighed and shook his head. "Yes. Anyways, it would seem that you might be... Less alert for awhile, just so your body can adjust to the AllSpark's light presence," he told me.
He sounded disappointed and I blinked. "Ratchet... Was it how you reproduced?" I asked.
He nodded. "That and femmes. Arcee won't let anyone near her to let us reproduce, though," Ratchet said. "ChitterBelle may very well be the last sparkling."
I thought about that. "Ratchet, don't give up hope just yet," I replied. "Is there anything else you can think of?"
The medic gave me a weirded out look. "As far as we know, mechs cannot be carriers," he said.
"Hold that thought, Ratch. What if they can? You may want to actually take a look, because I know you haven't. I know it's far fetched but... Why have a race that hasn't a problem with same gender mates other than the fact your alien robots and you live for basically ever?" I asked. "And I know that it applies to now, since I highly doubt that there aren't any relationships like that because this was before the cube was destroyed."
Ratchet sighed. "Fine. I'll check, but I'm not getting my hopes up," he said stubbornly.
"Ok~!" I chirped.
For the next few weeks, we worked on a lot of stuff. How to cover up what happened, establishing a permanent base, getting witnesses to stay silent, etc. There was a lot. But there was one thing that was painfully aware to me. My parents were missing. Sam's parents were around just fine. But mine were no where to be seen. I had faith that someone would eventually talk to me about them, telling me that they were fine or something.
But, I started to give up hope of that happening. That's why I was sitting on a log, looking out at the water. Sam, Miles, Jack, Will, and I were at the lake near the look out. I had my head resting in my hands, not really doing anything. Just sitting. My shoulders were slumped as I thought about my parents. I wanted them. I wanted to go home. Nothing more, nothing less.
That's when Will sat next to me. I had had a dreading feeling all day, ever since Will said way too cheerfully that he was taking me, Miles, Sam, and Jack to the beach. Wheeljack wasn't allowed to come because of a "meeting" with Ratchet and Optimus. "... They're reassigning my guardian, aren't they?" I asked softly.
Will shook his head. "No, Mary. That's not it... We... We were trying to get you away from Wheeljack to talk to you about your parents... Wheeljack wasn't allowing us to say anything. He didn't want to hurt you," Will said softly.
I looked at him head on rather than from the corner of my eye. I was alert and shaking slightly. "W-what do you mean?" I asked, dreading the answer.
Will looked at me, his eyes sad. He had this sympathetic look that answered my question. "It's not true.." I whispered.
"Mary..."
"No!" I yelled suddenly, jumping up. That got Ironhide's, Arcee's, Bumblebee's, and Jazz's attention. "It's not true!" I wouldn't believe it. They were at home, worried about me and wondering when I'd come home. Addaline was probably pacing in my room right now! "They're not dead! They're at home, waiting for me! Mommy and Daddy and Addy are ok!" I screamed. I was starting to cry. They weren't dead! They couldn't be!
"Mary please... They came to the dam just as Starscream blew it sky high..." Will said, his voice begging me to believe him.
I rounded on him and punched him. Hard. He stumbled back from both shock and the force of my punch. I'd always been stronger than people gave me credit for. But that didn't matter. I turned and started running. I didn't know where to or why, I just knew that I had to get away. I wanted to go home.
Eventually, I slowed down until I was walking. It had started raining and I was just walking around in a daze. I didn't like it. It wasn't true. Suddenly, I was there. I was in front of my house. The door was still wide open, the lights on. When I walked in, no one was around. I looked all over, but no one was home. It made me cry harder. I left and just started to wander again. I called for my mommy and daddy... Sometimes I called for Addaline. But mainly my daddy. I was left to myself, as no many others were out. Those that were just sent me pitying looks.
I didn't want pity. I wanted my parents and sister from another mister and woman. I wanted home. I wandered around, dazed. I wanted to go home... Home... I wanted my old life back. I wanted everything to change. I wish this wasn't happening. I wish I could just stop. I eventually tripped, and I sat there. I was on my wrists and knees, barely holding myself up. The ground was muddy and I was in a graveyard. It hurt. Why did it hurt? Where was I? Where was mommy? Daddy? Why... Why did I feel so alone? Why was it dark in my life?
Why was I weak? Why couldn't I stand? Why was no one around? Why? Why? Why? I feel so alone... At last I just gave up, crawling over to a tree. I curled up under it, my back resting against the trunk. My hair was matted and messy, my clothes unkempt. I stared blankly at the graves, just giving up. I heard footsteps, but I ignored it. It didn't matter. My life was void. I held no meaning.
I'm tempted to leave it there...
Cyber: Mary...
Fine...
Wheeljack slowly approached Mary in his holoform, pain on his face. This was why he hadn't wanted Mary to find out. He knew it would hurt her, but he didn't realize it would break her like this. To suddenly have a constant in her life destroyed... He hadn't realized it would break her like. Slowly, he knelt next to the motionless girl. "Mary?" he asked gently.
She didn't answer nor stir. She just sat there, looking at the graves of the cemetery. It broke Wheeljack's spark to see the girl he'd become so fond of like this. "Mary... Please... ChitterBelle needs you. I know it hurts, but you need to accept this..." he said softly.
Mary's blank eyes turned to him. "... I can't just accept this..." she whispered. "... I need time... Time to mourn... I was denied that because it was kept from me... Don't stop me from mourning... please..."
Wheeljack couldn't deny her. He just couldn't, especially as he realized she was crying. She needed time to adjust, and he understood that now. So he sat next to her, pulling her into an embrace. She's only a sparkling herself... he had to remind himself, knowing it was true. She was only a child. She wasn't supposed to take this so lightly. Wheeljack knew that she needed time, he just wished he could've spared her this pain.
"Why..." Mary whispered softly. "Why does it hurt?" She turned her sad blue eyes, that looked completely silver to Wheeljack now, to the mech. Her brown hair looked black from the rain.
Wheeljack's optics softened. "It's just how life works," he replied softly.
After a while, Wheeljack managed to get Mary back to his Cybertronian form. Once she was inside, he dismissed his holoform and drove her back to the base. Once there, Mary got out and wandered back to her room. Wheeljack transformed and watched her go with worry. He hoped that she wouldn't be like that for too long. "The mourning process for humans can take a long time... Sometimes even years," Epps commented. "She's not going to be back to her old self any time soon. At least, I don't think she will. It's just not how we work."
Wheeljack nodded. What Epps said made his spark drop, but he understood. Humans were dependent on others and needed their parents, especially when young. So he understood that she would take a while to recover. If she ever recovered at all.
Ok, I'm stopping it there. Any more and I'll feel like I'm forcing it out. So this was kinda a sad chapter, but I realized that I'd cut Alexander, Elmarie, and Addaline out and hadn't mentioned what happened to them. I just couldn't think of anything to do with them so... This chapter came out.
Cyber: Really? What's with you and torturing characters?!
*shrugs* I dunno. I just do it.
Cyber: ... I'm getting you examined again...