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!!!”