With You

By: Sinead

Lyrics Transcribed on: 24 August 2004

Date Written: 3 December 2004

Date Revised:

Author’s Note: Thanks to not having Internet, and not being able to go to the library as often as I’d like to, I’m publishing this now. That’s actually a good thing, since this one and the one before it both tie in well with each other. *HUGE sigh* Well, here goes! I don’t own Miss Special, Inferno, Beast Wars, the band Boston, or the song. But I own Donovan and Qyriian! *winks* How’s that for dropping a small secret?

My true love has come to call

The type of man I thought was dead and gone

Where was he? Not here, obviously. Great. The one time that she was able to sneak into his room and look around, he wasn’t there. Miss Special sighed and sat upon what served the Predacon as a bed. So he was out. Probably doing a patrol, maybe finding flammable junk and destroying it with his flamethrower, annoying Rattrap with the flamethr– wait. Rattrap was human, now. So no trying to kill the vermin. But it would still be hilarious to watch.

Hearing footsteps, Miss Special darted through the mirror again, watching silently as Inferno barely stumbled to his bed, fell face-first onto the recharge berth, and passed out.

And said, Sparrow, it’s you I’ve come to see

’Cause with you is where I want to be

“Wow. That’s new.” Laughing quietly, the author walked back through the mirror to sit by the Predacon’s head, listening to his even breaths. “You couldn’t even stay awake long enough to look at the mirror. I’m impressed.”

But sometimes the silence that falls over a sleeper and their observer brings a clarity that not many people could achieve. It brings an understanding that takes time to even just see.

Oh, with you, with you

You take me higher

Who are you? Miss Special wondered. Rather, who were you before the Wars? A Maximal, duh, but what were you like? Were you as obsessed with fire then as you are now? What were you like? Could you speak . . . well . . . like the others? Was your programming faulty from the very beginning or was it just from when you were brought online as a Predacon?

What would you have been like as a Maximal, Inferno?

With you, with you

The waters parted the sea

Sighing, Miss Special released all the questions she wanted to ask, but ones that she knew would only confuse him. He didn’t know who he had been; that was obvious. He had a faultless memory, and yet activating him as a Predacon seemed to erase all that had been before. And that was something to be mourned, simply because of the fact that he most likely had been someone highly intelligent and someone who knew how to use a flamethrower in dangerous situations, thus making them even more hazardous for his enemies.

Heck, he still knew how to use that flamethrower effectively.

With you the stars shine much brighter

Fallin’ into you, with you, with me

Miss Special didn’t want to touch him, to wake him up, but . . . she did want to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming. She wanted to make sure that he was real again. Almost too softly to really make true contact, the young woman reached over and touched the blue-grey-silver metal of his upper arm. He sighed slightly and shifted, causing Miss Special to jerk her hand away. With a smile of silent resignation, she pulled her knees up against her chest, resting her chin upon them.

There’s no way I’d ever resist

Or push away from your tender kiss

If there was any way that he could become human without having to go through death itself . . . Miss Special wished that they could find that way. She didn’t want him to stress his mind over what happened between points A and B. She didn’t want to go waiting for him to come to her. So she was impatient. So what? The point was that Miss Special didn’t want for either of them to have to endure that kind of scenario. The others have gone through it fine, sure, but that didn’t mean that they liked having to go through that pain.

I give you my heart for the world to see

’Cause me with you, it’s destiny

He has a kind soul, Miss Special realized almost suddenly. Kind, but willing to obey the laws of war to not show that kindness. Sure he had Predacon programming, but . . . well . . . Blackarachnia loves Silverbolt. She could almost see that scrawled upon a wall or a tree somewhere in plain sight, almost like bragging rights. Chuckling, Miss Special remembered the scrawls on bathroom stalls in middle and high school, claiming some guy or another while saying that such-and-such a girl did this or that and was thus labeled something that was generally inappropriate, always insulting, and never flattering.

Oh, with you, with you

You take me higher

Without realizing it in the least, Miss Special found herself watching Inferno’s active optics. He was as silent as she was, waiting for her to say something. After seeing that she wasn’t, he said softly, “Are your thoughts complete?”

“Yeah,” Miss Special said, chuckling. “But hardly logical.”

“Can you tell me? I may be able to help.”

With you, with you

The waters parted the sea

Slightly doubting both herself and her . . . her Predacon . . . she whispered, “I was wondering who you had been before the Wars. What you had been like. What you had gone through.”

Inferno took this in. “That does make sense, Miss Special. You are wondering about something that was.” His optics lit up slightly more, smiling secretly. “But this is now. Should we have to worry about what had been then?”

“Ouch. That stung. You win. Good point,” the author said, pulling her hair out of the ponytail at the base of her neck and starting to braid it properly. “I know that it’s kinda all irrelevant, but still. I just can’t help but wonder.”

With you the stars shine much brighter

Fallin’ into you, with you, with me

Inferno nodded. “As I wonder about you, sometimes. But there will be time later for you to answer questions.” He blinked. “But . . .”

“Yes?”

“What else were you thinking of? There is something hiding, I feel, behind your eyes.”

Oh, with you

With you the stars shine much brighter

Fallin’ into you, with you, with you

Startled for the second time that evening by Inferno’s clarity, Miss Special replied softly, “When you eventually become human . . . When you have to come to my world . . . my time . . .”

Snorting, the Predacon sat up, shaking his head slightly. “That is not something that is logical. And that is not something that should be spoken of until we know when it will happen. Megatron never thought too far ahead most times. It . . . sometimes distressed him.” He looked back at Miss Special, then hefted out one of his flamethrowers, seeing her eyes widen and her mouth turn up into a wicked grin. He grinned as well. “Did you want to learn?”

“Definitely. Lead the way, fellow pyromaniac.”

Oh, with you, with you with me

With you with me