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She stared at the closed door while trying to reassure herself that she was doing the right thing. This really shouldn’t be so hard. She already had a talk with Optimus… A very enlightening talk with Optimus. Talking to Sam was really supposed to be easier. At least Sam wasn’t thirty feet taller than her.
She huffed, annoyed at herself, shifting her weight before turning around and hurrying back to her new moped. She could talk to him tomorrow after a good night of hitting her head into a wall. She felt like she was running from Sam and the feeling made her feel disgusted with herself.
The sound of the door behind her opening reached her ears, along with Sam’s voice. - “Mikaela wait!”
“How did…” - She began, only to be interrupted by the horn of a car. Bumblebee. She shook her head, how silly of her to think she could sneak pass him when he was in the garage. - “Nevermind. I should’ve known.”
She cursed her inability to turn and face him, not even when he stood beside her and touched her arm. She didn’t regret her choices but he wouldn’t understand them. She felt him get closer to her, the dread coiling in her stomach making her feel sick when she noticed he hasn’t spoken a word to her.
“Kaela?” - It was too soft and hesitant for Sam and she flinched. She really hurt him… - “Come inside. We can talk in my room or something.”
She followed him in silence, smiling sadly as he went back to get her some water. Silly Sam and his manners. His mom really must be proud of him. He was one of the sweetest boys she’d ever met. Everything would’ve been so much easier if only…
She took a deep breath to gather her thoughts. She knew better than to act this way! This wasn’t her hiding some facts to her friends because it would help her fit in and forget the mess that was her life. Well not anymore at least and she had to get that through her head.
“I know I said water but mom made some lemonade and I remembered how much you loved it so I thought…” - Sam’s entrance was interrupted by two simple words.
“I’m sorry.”
The boy stopped, glass in hand, to stare at her. This time, Mikaela stared right back at him. Sam raked his fingers through his hair and gave her the glass, sitting beside her on the bed. She drank from it in silence, waiting for him to say something… anything.
“Why?” - Short and sweet. A simple question that broke Mikaela’s heart. - “I thought we were friends and now it turns out you’re not even on the same team as me.”
She stared into the half empty glass and shrugged. - “I’d like to think you would’ve done the same as I did, Sam.” - Turning her head a little bit to look at his face. - “I saved a life.”
“You saved a Decepticon. Do you remember what Decepticons are?” - Sam’s voice rose a little in disbelief. - “They’re the bad guys! The evil guys. The ones that want to kill us all.”
“And that gives me the right to let him die?” - She countered, raising her voice defensively.
“He would’ve left you to rot if your positions were reversed. Besides, you saw how he killed all those people in that bus. He deserved whatever he got.” - Sam said, crossing his arms. Mikaela could see the conviction in his eyes. He truly believed in what he was saying. She couldn’t blame him. Not when she still had nightmares of that day.
“I can’t believe you just said that. Don’t you believe in second chances?” - She asked, eyes searching him. - “Don’t you believe people can change? War’s an ugly business but the All Spark was destroyed. They can stop fighting now. Maybe he’s different…”
Sam’s sudden snort interrupted her. - “Change? He’s a giant robot that’s been killing and destroying stuff for who knows how long! I don’t think he’ll be too inclined to change because a tiny breakable human repaired him and told him to.”
Mikaela hated the memories Sam’s words brought up. Memories of her mother explaining that they were moving to Tranquility because her father was not changing and she didn’t want her little girl in jail too. Memories of the judge saying that she was just as incorrigible as her father and will probably end in jail when she grew up. Memories of family members talking in hushed voices about her father the car thief and what a pity it was that he never changed his ways even though her mother had tried to help him get out of the business. Hushed voices that always continued wondering when she will fall behind her father’s footsteps. After all, Mikaela had been caught with him while he stole cars. Surely she was as bad as him… as incorrigible.
And she had believed him until she met Sam. At the beginning he made her feel like she was truly special for who she was. And even though it didn’t work out, the time with him taught her that she was so much more than just her father’s daughter. He had believed in her and now…
She couldn’t stay in Sam’s room. She wanted out and she wanted out now. She stood up, hurrying out the door. Away from Sam and the memories. Stopping only once to look back at her once boyfriend. He was sweet, but so naïve.
“The world is not black and white, Sam, it’s grey.” - She forced the words out of her mouth. - “And you know, I’d rather hand a second chance and see my help refused than never giving a second chance and live in ‘what ifs’. “ - And with that she left the room, head held high.
She knew she didn’t really solve anything with Sam, but right now she didn’t care if he still viewed her as a Decepticon sympathizer. Besides, she had more important things to do. Like verify that she still had a home left standing. She wouldn’t put it past Bonecrusher to just blow the place up to see what her reaction might be. For a robot so intent on convincing her that he hated everything, he seemed fascinated on the physical displays of emotion or ‘disgusting and unnatural movements of organic facial plates’. Mikaela found herself chuckling as she got on her moped. Problems aside, taking care of the Decepticon was sometimes hilarious.