Stare Out Your Window

By: Sinead

 

Lyrics Transcribed on: 24 August 2004

Date Written: 11 October 2004

Date Revised: 22 October 2004

 

Author’s Note: *winces, hopes nobody will notice the overdue fic* Sorry ’bout this. Life caught up with me. My job is a hassle, the end of summer isn’t helping with my writing, and I have a boyfriend who has the amazing ability to call me when I’m at my most creative! *grins foolishly, hopes he read this with a smile* Sorry, Love! Anyway, I don’t own Inferno (Hasbro/Mainframe does), Miss Special (she owns herself), or most of the other random things that appear in this series.

 


 

She’s downright into herself, it’s so untrue

She’s dolled right in so well, this can’t be you

 

 

They didn’t understand. None of them. She wasn’t a “happy little child” who had no troubles and who could take care of every little detail that managed to get screwed up.

 

It was another art update. The file types weren’t either right or behaving, and the FTP server was starting to go on the fritz again. Life was simply peachy right now. Maybe if she fiddled with the internet settings on her computer . . .

 

 

So come down, so come see

You don’t want to wake and believe

 

 

Inferno nodded his head to Optimus as he entered the Maximals’ base. Rhinox blinked at the Predacon, then went back to looking at a screen. Inferno noticed that the technician hadn’t been his usual self since the rat had left for the humans’ place and time. Looking back at Optimus, Inferno asked, “Is there anything you wish me to do?”

 

“You finished your sector?”

 

“Yes; everything is normal.”

 

“Good. You have the rest of the day off. Cheetor and Terrorsaur have the night patrol.”

 

Inferno bowed his head again, then left the base, unable to process all the thoughts rambling around in his head.

 

 

You don’t know, you don’t dream

But somehow you make me so dizzy

 

 

“Fine, fine, you stupid . . . gaaahhh . . .”

 

“Is something the matter?”

 

Yelping, Miss Special turned in her seat, then sighed. “Inferno. Yeesh, you scared me. Are you okay?”

 

“Y-yes. Why you would care–”

 

“Because you’re my favorite,” Miss Special said, cutting him off, turning back to face the screen. “And I’ll explain that term in a minute. I’m just having trouble with this computer.”

 

 

I wanna stare out your window

You don’t want to let me in

Let me in

 

 

Inferno blinked once, then walked forward. “I do not believe that is what is bothering you.”

 

The author turned and blinked at the bot. This was new. He could see deeper than the annoyance upon the surface. Not many people could do that. She sighed. “All right, I’m about ready to kill the thing.”

 

“I still do not feel that you are telling the whole truth.”

 

“You’re really annoying. Did Megatron ever tell you that?” Miss Special said, laughing.

 

“Constantly.”

 

 

I wanna stare out your window

You don’t want to let me in

Let me in

 

 

He walked over to behind her chair, watching as she fiddled with her firewall settings before re-starting the FTP program. “Aah, finally. It’s working. So what do you think is wrong?”

 

“You had a stressful week, perhaps.”

 

“Yeah, that too.”

 

“You are having trouble at college.”

 

“Slightly.”

 

“You have another reason, but I cannot tell what that one is, Queen.”

 

 

She’s calling out to her friends, just give me two

She words right under her breath, they don’t want you

 

 

Typing in that she’d be back in a moment to the other authors, she turned to look at Inferno. “Yeah. It’s just that you’ve been gone a while, and I worried about you.”

 

“You . . . missed me?” he asked softly, unable to comprehend how this human, whom he had seen only a few times, could have missed him. It wasn’t something that he would have expected. That didn’t fit in with his logic.

 

 

So come down, come please

You don’t want to make me believe

 

 

“You’re confused about something.”

 

Inferno looked up, nodded, then related his thoughts. Miss Special saw how he didn’t seem to really be communicating well. His mind had shifted again. She was used to this by now, so she spoke in simple terms until he was back up to speed with the world around him. “Why do I miss you already? Because you’re good to be around. You’re something new, someone new to me, and I enjoy talking with you.”

 

Inferno watched her face, then frowned slightly and nodded slowly. “I . . . I see. But it still is not logical.”

 

 

You don’t know, do not tease

Somehow you make me so free

 

 

Smiling kindly, Miss Special replied, “Doesn’t make much sense to me, either, but at least I can explain it. And you at least can comprehend what I’m saying and you’re still in your ‘I don’t get it’ mode. You’re getting better.”

 

Somewhere within his optics, Miss Special saw a small smile as he accepted the small complement. He bowed his head, then looked up at her again, the smile on his face. “You make a good leader, a good queen.”

 

Miss Special blinked at him. “Who, me? Don’t tease me, ’Ferno.”

 

 

I wanna stare out your window

You don’t want to let me in

Let me in

 

 

“No, no, my queen, you are. You can make sense of things that do not make sense. You know how to tell me those things. You are a good leader.”

 

Miss Special was blushing silently though his small speech. “Why do you call me your queen?”

 

 

I wanna stare out your window

You don’t want to let me in

Let me in

 

 

Inferno blinked. “It is because you are. I . . . I chose you, since I was without a leader. Optimus is not my leader; he did not accept that role. He is my advisor, the one I go to for assignments. Terrorsaur is not my leader; he does not have all the qualities.” The Predaconian fire-ant made sure that his optics made contact with Miss Special’s eyes. “So I chose for myself.”

 

Miss Special let her eyes fall after a moment. “You know, I really don’t deserve that.”

 

“How can you not say that? You are respected by your peers, those who are with Megatron and the others.” He paused. “Are you turning me down?”

 

 

So come down, come please

You don’t want to make me believe

 

 

“No! Gosh, no, Inferno. It’s just that . . . Oh, I don’t know.” She sighed, then shrugged and aimed her gaze back up at his face. “Can you not call me your queen at least?”

 

“But it is the title that . . .” he blinked at her reddened face. “Are you all right?”

 

“Yes, I’m fine. Just embarrassed that you want to call me by that title. It’s only a title, right?”

 

“Correct. Then why do you resent me calling you that?”

 

 

You don’t know, do not tease

Somehow you make me so free

 

 

“I don’t resent it. It’s just that . . . I don’t like the idea of being called a Queen. Sure, you can think of me as a leader–”

 

My leader.”

 

“–but can you at least just call me by my name? I’m Miss Special. You know that. I’m not a Queen, either.” She grinned, her face telling Inferno that she was joking. “I’m the Sovereign Autocratic Ruler of All. I’m nowhere near a Queen. I’m above it.”

 

“You are persuasive in your argument,” Inferno said, smiling.

 

 

I wanna stare out your window

You don’t want to let me in

Let me in

 

 

To anyone else, Inferno’s smile could scare them into wetting their bed at night, but Miss Special could see the true beauty in it. Chuckling at the thought of a grown man waking up and screaming like a little child, she looked back up at him. “I should be.”

 

Inferno played along, bowing mockingly. “Then I take it you are above the title, Miss Special.”

 

“Precisely.”

 

Looking up at each other, Miss Special burst into laughter, and Inferno chuckled. “You are feeling better.”

 

“Yeah. Thanks.”

 

“May I stay a little while longer?” Inferno asked, his mind in the right order again.

 

 

I wanna stare out your window

 

 

Miss Special smiled up at him, sitting back at her computer, but still facing him. “You can stay as long as you want. Just as long as you don’t flame the place.”

 

You don’t want to let me in

 

“Spoil-sport,” Micheal’s voice said over the computer. “And you forgot to turn your microphone off. You handle him better than I ever did. Congratulations.”

 

 

Let me in

 

 

The two blinked at each other, then down at the computer, as kind laughter from almost all of the authors reached them. Finally, Miss Special chuckled, and replied, “Well, I’m a girl. Of course I’m going to get it right the first time.”