Immortals Among Mortals: [1/??]
Title: 'Remembering'
Rating: PG-13
Series: `07/09 Movieverse AU
Warnings: none (for this chapter)
Characters: Optimus Prime, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, OC,
Summary: Location: Earth. The Decepticon's are not the only enemies out there. The Earth governments are not to trustworthy either.
Notes: Sunstreaker's going to seem a bit OOC but it's clearly explained why. It won't be forever depending how far I take this. So don't freak on me, 'kay!
Preface
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I don't really remember how it started or how I got involved into all of this. I guess it was the trauma. You know how they say some people who go through a traumatic event and they 'forget'. They say it’s some sort of defense mechanism or something like that? Well I guess it's like that. I've been with them (or vice versa since they found me instead of me finding them) for a while now. Despite the danger I'm in (we’re constantly always in danger) I wouldn't have it any other way. I was reluctant at first, who wouldn't be? But now I'm glad I choose to stay with them and I'm glad they choose to stay with me as well. Over time they became my family at some point. I've helped look after them just as much as they've looked after me.
Yeah it's kind of hard to save a two-and-half story tall sentient machine but you can do it. Just don't ask me to explain.
Although they've saved my life on more than one occasion than I’ve saved theirs.
We don't have it that good(no one does really), I don't agree with it but they choose to live out here with me. We’ve live in what looks and feels like a desert, while you can see a lake right off the front porch practically. Like a desert, it gets cold at night, too.
Slowly but surely they start adding onto the garage, where'd they take turns staying in at night while one of the other's stood guard outside. This place is secluded, an old abandoned (obviously it’s not anymore) lake side beach-like house, and the electricity that does run out here is used to help make energon for the ‘Bot’s. The shelter's so far could fit one of the twins though they still staid in vehicle mode most of the time while inside so they both could fit.
Standing forever impassive and weary was Optimus Prime. He helped re-ensure me, I don't know if he knew it or not, but he did with just his quiet presence alone. At night he'd stand out there, thermal cloak over his shoulders, standing watch, his bright electric blue optics reminding me of a lighthouse. Tall, firm, steadfast, forever watchful - guarding and protecting. A silent beacon.
I wondered if that's what he really wanted to be; a lighthouse. . .in that metaphorical sense.
I caught moments getting up at night sometimes, either for a bathroom visit or to check up on the twins. I'd watch him turn his chin upward and gaze at the stars in silent musing and maybe even awe and curiosity. The only entities that never seemed to change in these times. His optics looked like flashlight beams pointing to the dark heavens of night.
I remembered doing that when I was little; doing it and wondering were the light would go. Wondering if it touched anything, if anything out there saw it. Or if it did just dissipate as far as my eyes could see it go. I wonder sometimes if that's what Optimus thought, too. Probably not. He has more important things to think about.
Sideswipe would usually change places with him sometime during the night for him to get some recharge. Their repair systems seemed to work easily and more efficiently while recharging. Optimus isn't that old when you do the Cybertronian human equivalent. Realizing that, he's possibly in his early to mid thirties, but millennia of war, if that's what you want to continue calling it; nameless other things and these times have worn him down. It has made him look older than he really is.
These days Side's didn't go or stray far away from Sunstreaker (and vice versa). Sunstreaker and Sideswipe; they're a set like none other. They put the bond between human twins to shame. I've never seen two siblings so undeniably close. However I've never really been around many teenagers my age. Never have no matter what age I happened to be. Seeing the twin’s attitudes may not show it but they do care for one another. Those very few they allow themselves to trust, possibly even to love, know their not as bad as they act. . .sort of. Sideswipe is a good guy, not many would have so much patience, loyalty, to a mech that's in a condition like Sunstreaker.
Battle damage beyond repair. Sunstreaker and his brother had been ambushed arriving here on Earth some time ago. The yellow twin took the brunt of it. Sideswipe never voices it but I know a day doesn't go by that he beats himself over that. His yellow twin had taken it for him. The internal damage didn't appear admittedly then, today it still shows. To a human he'd be handicapped, which he technically is I guess. It's not his fault. He can still function on his own but sometimes needs assistance with various things from one of use. Other than that just at a glance you see a mech who’s still quite semi-capable of defending himself with a no-hold’s bond.
To save himself from completely loosing him somehow, I don't know how, a large portion of the yellow warriors processor had turned or been blocked off as his bodies self-defense mechanism. Along with other system's that made him who he is. . .or use to be depending on who you're talking to. I didn't know Sunstreaker before but from what I've been told he was a strong powerful solider, he could take down numbers of mech's by him self and still keep at it. He was vain, sadistic, severely stubborn, and somewhat psychotic. He was also loyal, mainly to his brother, in his own weird way. Sideswipe is the only mech that kept him going, kept him sane. Today he's not much of those; all the same, he can still kick butt and is still quite loyal.
How he acts today remind me of an over grown child. He's squirmed himself into my heart even if he (and his brother mind you) can be irritating sometimes. I can't really picture him how they described him. Stubborn, and a fierce fighter yeah, but not those other's. Perhaps, albeit, he'll be back to his old self one day, I wont care for it but that's his original self. It's only right after all, I wouldn’t deny him that. No one should.
This life may be hard, for all of us, but I'm content, maybe the other’s are too even if only a bit.
At some point last night I'd fallen asleep in the living room on the couch. I knew better than that. A loud odd fan like sound stirred me out of my sleep. I stopped for a moment, listening, fixing to attempt to drift back off only for a slightly too strong push in the back, which got a grunt out of me. To get me to open my eyes to the world. . .the gray couch back anyway.
"What?!" I drawled rolling over to my face was in the pillow. My answer was a low mechanized whistle.
Without lifting my head, "Sunstreaker. Your arm better not be through the sliding door again."
I heard something move behind me in slight haste then rattling of said sliding door frame. Not far off I could hear Sideswipe laughing not holding back in his mirth followed by his brother growling at him to shut-it. For a few moments I thought they'd left, leaving me alone to maybe fall back to sleep. I knew better than that, too. Next; more foot falls, turning of gears, servos and other mechanics shift then. . .
"Blair. It's pass noon. I believe it's time for you to get up." There was a pause then a voice filled with ever so slight humor state: "And you're upsetting Sunstreaker." I heard the yellow mech's trademark whirring low growl.
"All the better." I mumbled pushing myself up finally anyway.
Seating up and moving my feet to the floor I slipped my feet into my sandals, stretched and yawned loudly. I heard but paid no mind as Optimus stood and walked off, I guess, satisfied that I wouldn't lie back down. He knew me well. I never laid back down after already admitting defeat to having to wake up. I was already heading for upstairs for some cloth's to change into. I'd slept in the cloth’s I’d worn yesterday again.
My room upstairs was meager and dull. All it was, was four walls, ceiling and a wood floor. It had a simple bed, a dresser that only had two out of five drawer’s semi-full, a closet and a small desk. The floor was bare and usually cold or warm depending on the temperature during the day. I never used the light instead I used the old blue lamp on the desk. It had an old 'energy efficient' light-bulb in it and was still going amazingly. Didn’t use it often anyway. Pulling the closet door open I grabbed a shirt then went over and got a pair of jeans. Then after heading to the bathroom and changing cloths I headed out.
Surprisingly this place did get bright even if it wasn't a desert but it looked like one. It was a beach without shells and seaweed. The only thing that kept it cool was the northern winds rolling off over the lake. Walking out I squinted me eyes for a moment. I could see Optimus' tall tower-like frame over the dune near the lakes edge and Sideswipe's head, too. Jogging over said dune Sideswipe was the first to greet me.
"Glad you decided to join us."
Coming up to my left was Sunstreaker who quickly but carefully picked me up and deposited me on his right shoulder. That was one of his usual greeting methods. "Morning, Sunshine." I grinned just getting a glare.
"Afternoon." Sideswipe corrected, chuckling.
"Whatever."
The lake out in front of use was vast or at least seemed like it. It was like looking out over the ocean although the waves that pushed and pulled at the shore was small in comparison. From what I knew this lake use to extremely clear and clean. It's not anymore obviously, hasn't been for years. But I imagine - no lake or any body of water ever really stays that way for long. I glance over at Optimus and for some reason sense something was slightly off with him. He caught my gaze for a moment from the corner of his pale blue optics.
"There was another battle last night." He states blanking gazing over the dark murky water that was the lake.
I hear metal whirr beside me but ignore it, frowning as I look over the lake. It looks like it always does. It only took me a second to see what Prime had said was indeed the truth. I unconsciously gripped a piece of Sunstreaker’s shoulder.
"From what I could tell and hear it was an surface-to-air battle."
There was no way of ever telling unless seeing it for yourself who participated in the battles. Humans, Cybertronians; Autobot or Decepticons. The possibilities were numerous.
"How long did it last?"
"Five to seven hours."
It didn't happen often, fact was that it did. I'd seen on dark night's the horizon suddenly light up in spurts and the waves at my feet increase soon after. Sunstreaker and I would sometimes go walking down the lake's edge the next couple days afterward and see debris be there washed up with black oil swirling around it. After every battle the sky in the distance would be a foggy black-gray from things still burning. We could see it now as the wind carried it off to our east.
"Blair." I tore my gaze from the smoke to look at Optimus. "We have enough supplies for a few more days but Sideswipe as informed me that some is starting to rot." I brush the fact that he said 'we' over my shoulder. "Do you want to wait?"
If some of the stored food (not all of it was can or non perishable) was rotting that would mean a trip to town. It only took one bad apple. I-we didn't like heading in to town. Not many people lived in the nearest town anymore, if at all. That didn't mean we shouldn't be cautions. Sideswipe had picked a brief signature of a 'Con once. That could have gone badly.
"Whatever, you think is best, Optimus." I turned back to the lake and the black trailing smoke in the sky. Going now to town could be a bad move, but if Optimus suggested to. . .
To my left Sunstreaker gave me a sound deciphered as a whine. I knew he didn't like Sideswipe leaving, since he usually carried me for supplies. He also didn't like me leaving. I had been reluctant to believe it at first because I know how much he cared for his brother. His twin. It was Sideswipe's reinsurance that he did that helped. That was my strange sometimes logic for you.
He’d been concerned with Optimus leaving once before that showed me he cared for Optimus, too. Sunstreaker often showed what appeared to be distaste for the bigger mech, like this morning, but him showing that he didn’t want Prime to leave said a lot to. Perhaps it was respect. I don’t know. Never asked. Not sure if I should.
“Optimus is going to carry her this time, Sunstreaker.” Said Sideswipe but that didn’t stop his brother’s next soft whine.
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Rating: PG-13
Series: `07/09 Movieverse AU
Warnings: none (for this chapter)
Characters: Optimus Prime, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, OC,
Summary: Location: Earth. The Decepticon's are not the only enemies out there. The Earth governments are not to trustworthy either.
Notes: Sunstreaker's going to seem a bit OOC but it's clearly explained why. It won't be forever depending how far I take this. So don't freak on me, 'kay!
Preface
click:
oOoOo
I don't really remember how it started or how I got involved into all of this. I guess it was the trauma. You know how they say some people who go through a traumatic event and they 'forget'. They say it’s some sort of defense mechanism or something like that? Well I guess it's like that. I've been with them (or vice versa since they found me instead of me finding them) for a while now. Despite the danger I'm in (we’re constantly always in danger) I wouldn't have it any other way. I was reluctant at first, who wouldn't be? But now I'm glad I choose to stay with them and I'm glad they choose to stay with me as well. Over time they became my family at some point. I've helped look after them just as much as they've looked after me.
Yeah it's kind of hard to save a two-and-half story tall sentient machine but you can do it. Just don't ask me to explain.
Although they've saved my life on more than one occasion than I’ve saved theirs.
We don't have it that good(no one does really), I don't agree with it but they choose to live out here with me. We’ve live in what looks and feels like a desert, while you can see a lake right off the front porch practically. Like a desert, it gets cold at night, too.
Slowly but surely they start adding onto the garage, where'd they take turns staying in at night while one of the other's stood guard outside. This place is secluded, an old abandoned (obviously it’s not anymore) lake side beach-like house, and the electricity that does run out here is used to help make energon for the ‘Bot’s. The shelter's so far could fit one of the twins though they still staid in vehicle mode most of the time while inside so they both could fit.
Standing forever impassive and weary was Optimus Prime. He helped re-ensure me, I don't know if he knew it or not, but he did with just his quiet presence alone. At night he'd stand out there, thermal cloak over his shoulders, standing watch, his bright electric blue optics reminding me of a lighthouse. Tall, firm, steadfast, forever watchful - guarding and protecting. A silent beacon.
I wondered if that's what he really wanted to be; a lighthouse. . .in that metaphorical sense.
I caught moments getting up at night sometimes, either for a bathroom visit or to check up on the twins. I'd watch him turn his chin upward and gaze at the stars in silent musing and maybe even awe and curiosity. The only entities that never seemed to change in these times. His optics looked like flashlight beams pointing to the dark heavens of night.
I remembered doing that when I was little; doing it and wondering were the light would go. Wondering if it touched anything, if anything out there saw it. Or if it did just dissipate as far as my eyes could see it go. I wonder sometimes if that's what Optimus thought, too. Probably not. He has more important things to think about.
Sideswipe would usually change places with him sometime during the night for him to get some recharge. Their repair systems seemed to work easily and more efficiently while recharging. Optimus isn't that old when you do the Cybertronian human equivalent. Realizing that, he's possibly in his early to mid thirties, but millennia of war, if that's what you want to continue calling it; nameless other things and these times have worn him down. It has made him look older than he really is.
These days Side's didn't go or stray far away from Sunstreaker (and vice versa). Sunstreaker and Sideswipe; they're a set like none other. They put the bond between human twins to shame. I've never seen two siblings so undeniably close. However I've never really been around many teenagers my age. Never have no matter what age I happened to be. Seeing the twin’s attitudes may not show it but they do care for one another. Those very few they allow themselves to trust, possibly even to love, know their not as bad as they act. . .sort of. Sideswipe is a good guy, not many would have so much patience, loyalty, to a mech that's in a condition like Sunstreaker.
Battle damage beyond repair. Sunstreaker and his brother had been ambushed arriving here on Earth some time ago. The yellow twin took the brunt of it. Sideswipe never voices it but I know a day doesn't go by that he beats himself over that. His yellow twin had taken it for him. The internal damage didn't appear admittedly then, today it still shows. To a human he'd be handicapped, which he technically is I guess. It's not his fault. He can still function on his own but sometimes needs assistance with various things from one of use. Other than that just at a glance you see a mech who’s still quite semi-capable of defending himself with a no-hold’s bond.
To save himself from completely loosing him somehow, I don't know how, a large portion of the yellow warriors processor had turned or been blocked off as his bodies self-defense mechanism. Along with other system's that made him who he is. . .or use to be depending on who you're talking to. I didn't know Sunstreaker before but from what I've been told he was a strong powerful solider, he could take down numbers of mech's by him self and still keep at it. He was vain, sadistic, severely stubborn, and somewhat psychotic. He was also loyal, mainly to his brother, in his own weird way. Sideswipe is the only mech that kept him going, kept him sane. Today he's not much of those; all the same, he can still kick butt and is still quite loyal.
How he acts today remind me of an over grown child. He's squirmed himself into my heart even if he (and his brother mind you) can be irritating sometimes. I can't really picture him how they described him. Stubborn, and a fierce fighter yeah, but not those other's. Perhaps, albeit, he'll be back to his old self one day, I wont care for it but that's his original self. It's only right after all, I wouldn’t deny him that. No one should.
This life may be hard, for all of us, but I'm content, maybe the other’s are too even if only a bit.
At some point last night I'd fallen asleep in the living room on the couch. I knew better than that. A loud odd fan like sound stirred me out of my sleep. I stopped for a moment, listening, fixing to attempt to drift back off only for a slightly too strong push in the back, which got a grunt out of me. To get me to open my eyes to the world. . .the gray couch back anyway.
"What?!" I drawled rolling over to my face was in the pillow. My answer was a low mechanized whistle.
Without lifting my head, "Sunstreaker. Your arm better not be through the sliding door again."
I heard something move behind me in slight haste then rattling of said sliding door frame. Not far off I could hear Sideswipe laughing not holding back in his mirth followed by his brother growling at him to shut-it. For a few moments I thought they'd left, leaving me alone to maybe fall back to sleep. I knew better than that, too. Next; more foot falls, turning of gears, servos and other mechanics shift then. . .
"Blair. It's pass noon. I believe it's time for you to get up." There was a pause then a voice filled with ever so slight humor state: "And you're upsetting Sunstreaker." I heard the yellow mech's trademark whirring low growl.
"All the better." I mumbled pushing myself up finally anyway.
Seating up and moving my feet to the floor I slipped my feet into my sandals, stretched and yawned loudly. I heard but paid no mind as Optimus stood and walked off, I guess, satisfied that I wouldn't lie back down. He knew me well. I never laid back down after already admitting defeat to having to wake up. I was already heading for upstairs for some cloth's to change into. I'd slept in the cloth’s I’d worn yesterday again.
My room upstairs was meager and dull. All it was, was four walls, ceiling and a wood floor. It had a simple bed, a dresser that only had two out of five drawer’s semi-full, a closet and a small desk. The floor was bare and usually cold or warm depending on the temperature during the day. I never used the light instead I used the old blue lamp on the desk. It had an old 'energy efficient' light-bulb in it and was still going amazingly. Didn’t use it often anyway. Pulling the closet door open I grabbed a shirt then went over and got a pair of jeans. Then after heading to the bathroom and changing cloths I headed out.
Surprisingly this place did get bright even if it wasn't a desert but it looked like one. It was a beach without shells and seaweed. The only thing that kept it cool was the northern winds rolling off over the lake. Walking out I squinted me eyes for a moment. I could see Optimus' tall tower-like frame over the dune near the lakes edge and Sideswipe's head, too. Jogging over said dune Sideswipe was the first to greet me.
"Glad you decided to join us."
Coming up to my left was Sunstreaker who quickly but carefully picked me up and deposited me on his right shoulder. That was one of his usual greeting methods. "Morning, Sunshine." I grinned just getting a glare.
"Afternoon." Sideswipe corrected, chuckling.
"Whatever."
The lake out in front of use was vast or at least seemed like it. It was like looking out over the ocean although the waves that pushed and pulled at the shore was small in comparison. From what I knew this lake use to extremely clear and clean. It's not anymore obviously, hasn't been for years. But I imagine - no lake or any body of water ever really stays that way for long. I glance over at Optimus and for some reason sense something was slightly off with him. He caught my gaze for a moment from the corner of his pale blue optics.
"There was another battle last night." He states blanking gazing over the dark murky water that was the lake.
I hear metal whirr beside me but ignore it, frowning as I look over the lake. It looks like it always does. It only took me a second to see what Prime had said was indeed the truth. I unconsciously gripped a piece of Sunstreaker’s shoulder.
"From what I could tell and hear it was an surface-to-air battle."
There was no way of ever telling unless seeing it for yourself who participated in the battles. Humans, Cybertronians; Autobot or Decepticons. The possibilities were numerous.
"How long did it last?"
"Five to seven hours."
It didn't happen often, fact was that it did. I'd seen on dark night's the horizon suddenly light up in spurts and the waves at my feet increase soon after. Sunstreaker and I would sometimes go walking down the lake's edge the next couple days afterward and see debris be there washed up with black oil swirling around it. After every battle the sky in the distance would be a foggy black-gray from things still burning. We could see it now as the wind carried it off to our east.
"Blair." I tore my gaze from the smoke to look at Optimus. "We have enough supplies for a few more days but Sideswipe as informed me that some is starting to rot." I brush the fact that he said 'we' over my shoulder. "Do you want to wait?"
If some of the stored food (not all of it was can or non perishable) was rotting that would mean a trip to town. It only took one bad apple. I-we didn't like heading in to town. Not many people lived in the nearest town anymore, if at all. That didn't mean we shouldn't be cautions. Sideswipe had picked a brief signature of a 'Con once. That could have gone badly.
"Whatever, you think is best, Optimus." I turned back to the lake and the black trailing smoke in the sky. Going now to town could be a bad move, but if Optimus suggested to. . .
To my left Sunstreaker gave me a sound deciphered as a whine. I knew he didn't like Sideswipe leaving, since he usually carried me for supplies. He also didn't like me leaving. I had been reluctant to believe it at first because I know how much he cared for his brother. His twin. It was Sideswipe's reinsurance that he did that helped. That was my strange sometimes logic for you.
He’d been concerned with Optimus leaving once before that showed me he cared for Optimus, too. Sunstreaker often showed what appeared to be distaste for the bigger mech, like this morning, but him showing that he didn’t want Prime to leave said a lot to. Perhaps it was respect. I don’t know. Never asked. Not sure if I should.
“Optimus is going to carry her this time, Sunstreaker.” Said Sideswipe but that didn’t stop his brother’s next soft whine.
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