Transformers Fan Fiction ❯ Fragments of Memory ❯ Eyes ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13: Eyes

 

 

Her muscles were terse against the binds as she braced herself for it. The blinding pain of her transformation never came, however. No wrenching torture, no twisting reformation, nothing. Surprise rippled cautiously through her body, already high on adrenaline. The whirring noise stopped and the light winked out after what must have been less than a minute. Arianna couldn't hear anything now save for the panicked pulse rushing in her veins. What was going on? Did the machine fail? A huge wash of warm air unfurled over her and then stillness. Curse this damned blindfold, Arianna thought and shook her head furiously but was unable to dislodge it.

 

Optimus Prime knew that they were going to win. His plan had worked, and they hadn't the time to transform Arianna. His and Hot Rod's power would outmatch the last of the stragglers. He left the Seekers to Wheeljack and Ironhide. The duo was mounting a small rise, just before a jagged pile of rocks so common in the Badlands. Wheeljack dug his feet into the dirt, propping his arm up on the rise of boulders. It was time to reveal just what his `silly inventions' could do. A reformation of his arm that rippled up his shoulder and most of his right side made Wheeljack unrecognizable. He closely resembled a large medieval cannon, bedecked in his Italian colors, with two limbs and a face sticking out one side. Ironhide had never seen a more ridiculous weapon form, but knew that the destructive powers would overwhelm its homeliness. The charge began with a sonic noise. Blue light crept into the base of the weapon and with a tremendous expansion of the shaft itself, Wheeljack fired upon the Seekers who were bearing down for another attack. A brilliant ray of plasma burst out and split in mid-flight, trailing each Seeker as they fled the blast. Two missed their mark but the rest of the plasma hit dead on. Each aerial warrior hit was instantly encased in a thick coat of ice that rippled and burst into a million parts after it froze completely. Starscream and Thundercracker shot skyward, leaving the pieces of Dirge and Ramjet behind.

 

Ironhide propped Wheeljack up after the blast. He nodded appreciatively.

“Nice! Plasma infused with liquid Nitrogen.”

“Gotta love these low-tech Earth substances.” Wheeljack said as he reformed. “I didn't get the little bastard that killed Bluestreak, though.”

“Look on the bright side, Wheeljack. We can catch him and you can strangle his spark out with your own hands.” Ironhide comforted. Wheeljack looked sideways at his comrade. Something like glee was lit in his oculars. Had he not just lost his closest friend, Wheeljack might be disturbed…or at least slightly appalled. No matter. The thought wringing the neck of that blasted Thundercracker sounded just fine to him. They kneeled and braced their guns on a knee to await another pass from the remaining two Seekers. A glance behind him assured Ironhide that the battle was slowing to a halt. Optimus Prime was dispatching the last of the Decepticons with his flaming sword; Hot Rod was helping Ratchet confirm that the fallen were indeed dead. This was easier than he had thought, though he ached for Bluestreak. The Badlands of New Mexico would see an Autobot victory!

 

Soundwave looked on in what seemed like indifference, but his circuts were boiling. That moron was wiping out the last of the Decepticon race, and doing nothing but swooping for his life! He let out his cassettes and instructed each of them to stow away deep in the hills. Soundwave didn't want his precious bots to be a part of this horrible battle. No opponent left would fall to their power, anyway. A motion from the communications officer startled the others. They were moving out already? Hadn't Starscream ordered them to stay put until -he- called? No matter, for Soundwave was their superior officer. Starscream wasn't cast in the best of light anyway. He flailed unmercifully against their egos and strength to gain what none of them really understood. A mere fleshbag could win them the Earth? Doubtful. Onslaught, Treadshot, Runamuck and Runabout followed Soundwave onto the battle field in a direct charge of Optimus Prime. He was far from the others, battling down the last Decepticon to oppose him. That was about to change, thought Soundwave. Prime would see the wrath of the Decepticons.

“NO! Damnit, you FOOLS! I need you to control the girl when she is transformed!” Starscream howled over the transmitter as he spotted the five speeding on the ground.

“Soundwave will not cooperate with a leader who sends his entire people to their deaths chasing a dream.” His monotone could not sound very furious, but he was.

“*SLAG* You will pay for this, ingrate!” Starscream hurtled away from his course, sending Thundercracker to face the two bots on the hill alone. He dipped into a nosedive and flew straight into Soundwave. NO ONE dare disobey him! HE was the supreme ruler! Their brawl drew the attention of everyone, including Prime. The Autobot leader's diverted gaze afforded the remaining Decepticons the opportunity to be almost upon Prime before he realized what was happening. Luckily for the opposition, they had come up on the Autobot's blind side.

“OPTIMUS!” Ratchet's warning howl came too late, as four attackers leapt upon the most powerful Cybertronian left alive, guns ablaze.

 

The dead of night set a chill on Arianna and she started shivering again. Her pulse had slowed and hearing came back to her slowly. Battle sounds hit her first; dull explosions and sharp rattling of gunfire. Screaming. Shut that out, she willed. Not something I want to hear. Focus. Scraping sounds behind her came next. A grunt.

“Bumblebee?” she emitted the smallest whisper. A screech had to be bit down as a hand touched her back. A human hand; groping for purchase. It finally grasped her shirt and braced against her back to prop up whoever was on the other side. Arms enveloped her, breath coming unsteady and hoarse against her neck.

“I'm sorry…” the voice croaked. “I'm so sorry; I had to make it believable.” The voice was scratchy, and hardly audible, but it was Bumblebee's. Trembling fingers moved up her face and delicately plucked away the blindfold. Arianna blinked several times to restore her vision and looked over her shoulder. A boy's head rest on it, his short black hair almost blue in the moonlight spilling through windows. His eyes opened and they were the most incredible shade of brilliant blue she had ever seen. Those wide set eyes studied her and the corner of his lips rose in a grin.

“Am I smiling?” asked Bumblebee.

“Y-yes…” Arianna answered, stuttering. Oh my God. He planned it all along. She was so stupid! To think that Bumblebee would ever let her become a mindless mech; what a blind fool she was.

“Good.” He said, carefully removing the rest of her binding. He sat back on his knees as Arianna flexed her tight joints to make sure she could move. She spun around slowly, still sitting, afraid and yet intensely curious. He was beautiful. Normally not a word used for a man, but no other word could reach her. His nose was straight, his lips poised on a permanent grin, and his low cheek bones cast perfect shadows across his round face. He had a strong chin, and his body was chiseled; a warrior's body. And…Oh dear! Arianna squeezed her eyes shut for he was completely naked.

 

 

 

 

 

A/n: had to get a `slag' in here somewhere! The title refers to the importance of eyes, and vision in my fic; both literal and figurative.