Sinead: My Immortal

Author’s Note: Alright, I couldn’t help but to add a sequel to the first stand-alone, once I heard the other song by Evanescence. It sounds almost like an Enya song, even the singer’s voice! Again, I don’t own the song, I don’t own “My Immortal,” nor Beast Wars. But I’ll try my best to buy Dinobot!

I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all of my childish fears

The girl looked from the mirror to the sword still sitting upon the desk. She sighed, and stood, then ran her fingers lightly over the hilt. Something had happened two weeks ago. Something had taken her sadness, taken her pain, yet . . . she . . . she felt something towards the mysterious friend. When her mother asked about the sword, she replied that it had been a gift from a friend, and the whole subject was dropped, to her immense relief.

And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave

Dinobot paced, his usually leggy stride a limping poor excuse for what it usually was. His mind was on why the battle had gone over wrong. The reasons were clearly evident, and yet Primal didn’t reprimand that child for his mistake!

Because your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone

With a sigh, the girl picked up the sword, and the piece of paper, with the messy handwriting scrawled across it. She blinked at the lines, then shook her head, and looked at the mirror again. Her mind was calm, after months of turbulence. She knew what to look to, for peace, for the first time in what felt like months. It was February 25, 2002, now, but she still held onto the feeling of completeness that she had felt around . . . him.

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

Dinobot stopped, and looked at the mirror in his room. Had it been only two weeks, since he had met the girl? Had it been only two weeks, since he had seen the pain of a young woman, who was on the verge of hopelessness? He began pacing again, not knowing what to do. He knew that he shouldn’t be walking on his damaged leg, but he couldn’t help it. He had to think of something to do, and the only way he could think, was by pacing.

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears

With a determined look, the girl walked towards the mirror. Again, it was night, and again, everyone in her house was asleep. She clutched the sword to her chest, and bit her lip, then folded the paper, and tucked it into her back pocket. With a sigh, she reached out, and let her fingers brush the mirror.

Before she knew it, she was somewhere in-between the two worlds, watching the way in front of her. He was limping. In pain. But . . . it wasn’t only physical pain that bothered him. His leg finally gave out, and he began to fall.

And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

The girl tried to run forward, and before she could understand where she had gotten, she had helped ease Dinobot to sit upon the floor. She looked into his crimson optics, and blinked, seeing something odd within them. Something that couldn’t be put into words, and yet, something that should be. Something that should be told, yet it was held back, with an almost-violent force.

The ex-Predacon looked at the human, and sighed slowly, not wanting to scare her. She blinked, and held out the sword. “Were you the one who gave me this?”

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now I’m bound by the life you left behind

Dinobot looked at the sword, and then nodded slowly. “Why did you return?”

She smiled softly, but didn’t reply right away. Instead, she looked at the slowly-healing wound on his leg, seeing how he had been shot at. She looked back up at him, and replied, “I want to know who you are. And why you didn’t turn me away.”

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

His face fell, and he sighed. He simply could not tell the human everything that he felt. She wouldn’t understand. She couldn’t understand, and he knew that. There was something about her that didn’t fit into place. Twice, she had come to his world. Dinobot looked up, and met her gaze. He would tell her. Yet . . . Rhinox . . . he knew about the anomaly. He would be watching. What could he, a warrior bent upon destruction and violence, say to a girl, whom he would protect with his very life?

He blinked. Where did that thought come from? With a shake of his head, Dinobot looked at the girl again. And sighed a final time. “I am a Predacon, allied with the Maximals. I fight to preserve my honor. What else is there to know about me? Why would you even care?”

These wounds won’t seem to heal

This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

The girl smiled, and saw that he didn’t want to reveal some things about his past. That was fine with her. Maybe he felt as if he should tell her something, since she had told him about . . . about the accident. She shook her head, and replied, “Why you didn’t turn me away, and why you cared. Why you carried me back to my time and place, and why you left me your sword. Don’t you want it back?”

Dinobot looked at her, and then lowered his head. “Sinead . . .”

The ghost of a smile ran across her features, and she leaned closer, to look up into his face. He didn’t break their shared gaze, as he said, “It was the honorable thing to do.”

He looked away, and rubbed at his optics with one hand.

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears

Sinead blinked, smiled, and embraced him awkwardly, but she didn’t care. She sighed, and spoke of a happier time in her life, before the accident, before troubles of all kinds arose. She spoke of walking in the back woods of her school, of how when you sat in the center, it was quiet and peaceful. She told him of the peace of the other places she’s been to, that have always seemed to stand out in her mind and heart. When she had finished, she realized that his arm had gone up to rest around her back, so that his hand was holding her shoulder, keeping her close.

And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

Sinead looked up at him, and he whispered, “But you returned.” She nodded, silent, and he blinked slowly, his optics staring off into space behind her, as he added, “You didn’t have to, yet you returned.”

“I won’t talk as much next time, if you want me to.”

He chuckled, and looked down at her, while she was smiling, and looking at his leg. “Is there anything that I can do for that?”

He shook his head. “No. Go back. Keep the sword. And the note. But,” he said, pulling her close again, “you must remember. You have to remember everything. I . . . Sinead . . .”

The girl smiled, and pulled her necklace off gently. It was a Celtic Cross, with Connemara marble as the arms of the item, and a pearl in the center. Gently, she opened Dinobot’s hand, and placed the cross within it. He looked at her once, and then at the cross. “Won’t you . . . won’t you miss this?”

Sinead smiled, and replied, “Since it was dear to me, then it’s all the better that you’ll have it. I’ll remember it more fondly.”

Dinobot blinked, and a slow smile passed over his face. Sinead released his hand, picked up the sword, and walked back through the mirror. For a moment, Dinobot saw through, to see her looking over her shoulder confidently, as . . .

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
And though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along

. . . as a true warrior should