Everywhere

15.April.06

Everywhere

Based upon: Nurannoniel’s Dreams

Date Transcribed: 30 January 2006

Date Written: 30 January 2006, 27 February 2006

Date Edited:5 March 2006

Author’s Note: “Through the Clouds and Into Your Heart” is the series. And who knew that it would begin to take shape like this? I thank Nurannoniel for being so patient with me while I began to get this out, since me and the family have moved out of the box we were living in, and into a two-family. Thank. God. It’s been a long road since I started to take this project on, and longer still before I actually had the chance to sit down and being to write it. I do not own Nurannoniel, Beast Wars, Optimus Primal, Michelle Branch or her song “Everywhere.”

To Nurann: Again, I can’t stress enough that your input upon this series, whether it be upon simple spelling or grammatical errors to inaccuracies of both or either your character or Optimus’ character. This series is a gift to you, but I want to make sure that it’s something that fits your tastes and ideas and dreams. So edit away!

Turn it inside out so I can see

The part of you that’s drifting over me

Standing before her window, Nurannoniel pondered the pre-spring weather. At least it was fairly warm, but it was foggy, too. Fog blurred lines, creating new ones in their stead, masking the details and always moving to create new ones as it went. Smiling, she turned away from the now-twilighting sights of the billowing, shifting cloudforms to lounge upon her bed with a well-read book and a warm drink.

And when I wake you’re . . . you’re never there

But when I sleep you’re . . . you’re everywhere

You’re everywhere

Optimus turned over, trying to sleep. The day had been nothing but trouble. Rampage was missing, possibly trying to kill himself. Again. Optimus suppressed the groan at the memory of the discovery when they had first found out the Transmetal crab was trying to find out how he, himself could die. The mess. The sheer mess.

Sighing, Optimus turned over again, away from the wall, trying to turn his thoughts from that particular subject. He shut his optics off, sighing. And, as it had been for the last few weeks, a feeling that someone . . . kind, caring . . . loving . . . she was waiting just on the other side of slumber.

Just tell me how I got this far

Just tell me why you’re here and who you are

Everything went dark. Nurannoniel’s head snapped up from where she had been reading under her side-table lamp to look around her room. Her alarm-clock’s face was black, her computer was dark. Blast. She sighed at the annoyance of a power-outage, reaching under her bed to grab at her flashlight to turn and walk towards her door . . . and stopped, staring through the darkness at her mirror.

A faint light flickered in it. Right where darkness was on her side.

’Cause every time I look you’re never there

And every time I sleep you’re always there

Rhinox looked in on his commander, one whom he did his best to protect as a younger brother. Smiling, seeing him sleep almost-peacefully, he closed the door, going back to sit watch. Things were different since Rattrap and Dinobot were gone. Quieter. It was even more odd with Megatron gone, now that they didn’t have to defend their base around every corner. Depth Charge was gone, so there was no more bots to patch up when they got into a scuffle, truce or no truce.

Inferno was gone, too. It was getting really quiet. And Rhinox didn’t know what would happen when Optimus’ Spark-sworn, soulmate, would come. He didn’t want to think about it.

’Cause you’re everywhere to me

And when I close my eyes it’s you I see

Nurannoniel stood, flashlight forgotten as she faced the mirror, then opened her door, looking at the back of where the mirror would be. There wasn’t any signs of water-damage . . . so that meant that the water-balloon her brother chucked at the door didn’t get through to her mirror. Closing the door and looking at the edges of her mirror, she could’ve sworn that the tarnishing around the edges were from age. She had insisted.

Her cell phone rang, startling her. Flipping it open, she answered it. “Hello?”

It was Starath’s number.

You’re everything I know that makes me believe

I’m not alone

Micheal spoke. “Something odd is up.”

“Why? Where’s Starath?”

“Online. Researching something. Two towns simultaneously lost electricity in Canada five minutes ago.” The former Predacon leader/tyrant stared at it. “Each time a mirror activated for the first time in North America, there was a power flux that was recorded, but it was either noted as a power-outage or just more power than usual flooding into the area. Infe . . . Amadeo and myself have been keeping track of your town and Lady Venom’s. Both areas that we had hacked into now are down, no power.”

I recognize the way you make me feel

It’s hard to think that you might not be real

Nurann swallowed. “P-put Starath on.”

Micheal did so without an argument, hearing the tone in the other woman’s voice. Starath’s voice now came through the receiver. “Are you all right, Nurann?”

“No. I have to get off the line.”

“What’s wrong.”

“Tell . . . tell Sinead and Sapph that they were right. I have to get to him. I’ll call you and tell you how he is.” She turned the phone off, leaving it on the bed behind her, walking through the mirror without a second thought.

I sense it now, the water’s getting deep

I try to wash the pain away from me

Away from me

Optimus tossed, his dreams recreating the nightmare of finding Rampage at different times when he had tried to terminate his Spark. Crying out, he thrashed slightly, then trembled.

Nurann watched silently, not knowing how to proceed. Finally, she bit her lip, and walked over to the Transmetal’s side, towards the head of the bed. Her hand traced over his shoulder timidly, and when he did not awaken, she moved up to rest her hand over his forehead.

He heaved a sigh.

’Cause you’re everywhere to me

And when I close my eyes it’s you I see

His dreams calmed abruptly. A feeling of total peace wrapped him up in an embrace, stopping the nightmares, holding them at bay. He looked slowly around the place of peaceful white waterfalls, soft greenery and black, glistening rocks, and closed his eyes in his dream, a song from his childhood reaching his ears.

Nurann was humming an old favorite tune of all the authors, one that always brought a smile to those who heard it. One that reminded them to hope. One that reminded a few that there would hopefully be someone from the Wars to open their hearts.

You’re everything I know that makes me believe

I’m not alone

Optimus awoke humming the refrain, then sighed, activating his optics. And met blue eyes hovering in an upside-down face. He didn’t move, lest he scare . . .

Primus.

The Spark-sworn.

His Spark-sworn.

And when I touch your hand

It’s then I understand

“Can it really be you?” he whispered, the words unbidden as he reached up to touch the hand that still rested upon his forehead.

She smiled, sounding breathless. “Me? Probably.” Her smile widened, and she laughed softly. “I hope that you haven’t been visiting other mirrors behind my back.”

“And risk your precious trust?” Optimus continued in a whisper, feeling unable to do more than that.

The beauty that’s within

Its now that we begin

She moved so that he could sit up, and stood a bit apart from him, giving him the opportunity to look her over, to see her physical strengths and weaknesses while she did the same. He couldn’t help himself in that regard; he was a leader by trade and by soul. Grinning, she literally threw herself into his chest, laughing and hugging him.

You always light my way

I hope there never comes a day

Blinking down at her in slight shock, Optimus allowed himself a chuckle, embracing her carefully. “Tell me your name.”

“Nurannoniel.”

“. . .”

No matter where I go

I always feel you so

Laughing a bit harder at his response, the authoress looked up at him. “But I’m called Nurann for short. And you’re Optimus Primal.”

“You know me,” he replied softly.

“Yep. I’ll show you how, soon.” Her tone turned mock-serious. “But not until you prove that you’re ready for the shock!”

’Cause you’re everywhere to me

And when I close my eyes it’s you I see

Optimus laughed at the expression she wore, his Spark feeling lighter than it had in months. “Tell me how my troops are doing.”

“Do you know their human names?”

“No, only Dinobot’s: Donovan.”

You’re everything I know that makes me believe

I’m not alone

Smiling, Nurann reached up to touch his face, unable to resist the temptation, her eyes bright and happy. “I annoy Dinobot and call him Dee-Bee, but he’s doing well. Him and Sinead are organizing a few gatherings over the next few months. Dinobot’s getting a job as some sort of karate or sword-fighting teacher, and it’s gonna pay him well. Rattrap is known as Ajax. Him and Sapphire have moved from South Africa to England, and have their own place there. They call it a flat, but it’s really just a small apartment. He’s working as a computer-expert in reverse hacking–”

“Now that shocks me.”

Nurann snorted a laugh. “No kidding. I asked Sapph the same thing. ‘You sure that he’s not hacking into the systems?’ Yeah, that was fun to hear him deny it outright. I don’t believe him.”

’Cause you’re everywhere to me

And when I catch my breath it’s you I breathe

Brushing his hand over her hair, Optimus asked, “What about Depth Charge?”

“That . . . that hunk is hilarious.”

The Maximal blinked at her. “What?”

“I’ve annoyed him to the point of no return, and Hacker can say one word, and he’ll shut up. But he’s really sweet on her, too. I mean, I haven’t met him in real life, but just listening to them talking is so sweet. They banter here and there, and they have just a great time with each other while he’s figuring out what he’s gonna work at.”

You’re everything I know that makes me believe

I’m not alone

They talked long into the night about those who had become human, and how they had acted as Cybertronians. What their pet peeves were, what they loved and hated, who they worked best with . . . everything. They talked about the authoresses and how they were the perfect opposites to the loves of their lives.

After a long silence, Optimus looked to Nurann, seeing she was asleep. He picked her up and brought her into her room, carefully maneuvering around the walls and desk to place her upon her bed softly. He had learned a great deal about Nurann in how she spoke of the others, and he felt that she had learned about him in the same way.

You’re in everyone I see

So tell me

Do you see me?

Sitting beside her bed, he brushed his hand against her cheek, watching her as she traversed the strange terrain of her dreams . . .