Resurrection

By: Sinead

 

Part Two


 

The young man looked to his companion, grief written all over his face as she read the message that had been sent in return to his first one.

 

__I’m sorry to say that Optimus is no more. He died three years ago. I’m sorry to tell you this. Wait for us. We’re coming to bring you back home. I’ve already apologized for your actions before the Wars started, and you are forgiven for your past transgressions.__

 

She sighed as she wiped away tears, not knowing of the death of the well-known Maximal. “Yeah. You told me about those issues about how you got into that war.” She returned to reading the letter, trying not to let her tears drip onto it.

 

__I hope that we can figure out what happened. Rattrap’s about to eat himself with worry, but his wife told him to sit still and quiet, while we can book a flight to Earth. We all asked him how much he paid her to marry him, but it figures that she asked him, instead.__

 

The girl chuckled sadly, and the boy looked at her nervously. She smiled up at him. “I take it that this Rattrap isn’t exactly the charmer, eh?”

 

He shook his head, smiling slightly, and she read the end of it.

 

__I hope that everything can be worked out on your end.__

 

It was signed in Cybertronian, and she asked, “Who was this signed by? The name isn’t of the usual Maximal style I’m used to seeing.”

 

“Cheetor. I believe that it was forwarded to him. I can’t see why, though. He was a mere boy when I supposedly died. Plus, why it wasn’t sent back to you . . .”

 

“Oh, cool it, Doan. And come on. We have to get back to the house as soon as we can. You know how my guardian is.”

 

He nodded, his blue-black hair rippling, while his eyes sparkled with thoughtfulness. They were a strange color that some people called dark crimson, and others called a reddish light brown. Neither description fit well enough to suit him. “And what of afterwards? The time that it takes for a letter to come from one planet to another?”

 

She nodded. “Enough time for them to book passage, and then actually start under way. They should be here in a few days.” Doan sighed, and she smiled. “Oh, fine. We’re skipping the errands, and going to the swimming hole.”

 

She pulled out her cell-phone and called her guardian, telling her that they were going to the water hole before they came home. The guardian understood, and they left the area outside of the post office on bikes. Once they reached the swimming hole, she went behind a bush to change into her swimming suit while he did the same. She smiled as he ran, launching himself off of the rock overhang and changing in mid-air to his original beast mode before diving into the water, creating barely a splash. He came up for air abruptly, gasping with the cold amid the girl’s laughter. She ran off as well to cannon-ball into the water, splashing his newly-warm face with the freezing water, even though it was the middle of summer. He spluttered and climbed out, returning to his human form, shivering. With a snort, he growled. “You’re insane!”

 

She laughed in return, and they heard her guardian calling after them. He grabbed his towel, wrapped it around his shivering body, and walked up the path to see her there with a group of creatures all in beast modes, or so it seemed. She smiled. “Hello. They say that they’re here to see him.”

 

Throughout the time that he had been staying with her, the guardian knew of him as two entities, one as a human, the other as a Cybertronian. He had never switched forms in front of her, and he never intended to. He nodded, and said, “Come, then.”

 

He turned, shivered again, and pulled the towel closer around him, grumbling, “And I do not suggest jumping into the water.”

 

He felt them looking at him strangely, and he walked back down the path, to where they saw the young woman swimming freely in the water. She looked up, waved, and swam to the side, and climbed up to where the others stood. In one fluid motion, she pulled the towel away from Doan and pushed him into the water. “There. Have fun, Doan!”

 

She heard him bellow, then a massive splash, as he belly-flopped. She smiled, and their leader, she guessed, some sort of spotted cat, walked forward, and transformed. “I’m Cheetor. We’re here to find our comrade, and were led to you and . . . uhm . . . him.”

 

She smiled. “You’ve already met him, and–”

 

Her ankle was grasped by a strong hand, no longer human, and she was tossed into the water. The Maximal glared at her, as she came back up, laughing. “Dinobot! That wasn’t fair! I let you see me first!”

 

“Slag off!”

 

He pulled himself up, dripping, and glared at her further, before standing at an angle which he could address the group, while watching his human companion. “Maybe I should explain.”

 

“You do a horrible job of explaining! No matter what it is!”

 

“Didn’t I tell you to slag off?” he growled, glaring down at her as she started to climb back up.

 

She grinned. “Hey, it’s my job to annoy you.”

 

As she climbed out, she shifted to her own beast mode, and said, “I’m sorry that we had to deceive you.”

 

“How didja get human forms?” a voice asked.

 

Dinobot spun, to look at one of the bots. “Rattrap?”

 

He nodded, and Dinobot looked to the femme standing next to him, then back to the wheeled Maximal. “How much did you pay her?”

 

“FOR SLAGGIN’ CRYIN’ OUT LOUD!!! DAT AIN’T FAIR!!!”


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