Someone

Lyrics Transcribed on: 24 August 2004

Date Written: 24 April 2005

Date Revised: 12 May 2005

Author’s Note: Finished this before Anime Boston, but things were just so stinkin’ crazy that I wasn’t even going to TRY to get to a library until after. I only finished the costume I had been working on the day before the con, and then I went to the con, so . . . things were chaotic, and still are as I’m picking up the pieces of where I left off and relaxing from the stress of alternately running around like a chicken with its head cut off and trying not to swoon around Scott McNeil whenever I ran into him. As usual, I don’t own any of the characters or copyrighted material save for myself and Donovan.

I hear you won’t even say my name

I know things could never be the same

“How is she?”

“Asleep. Finally.” Sinead rubbed at her face, then closed the bedroom door softly, turning and planting her face firmly into her soon-to-be husband’s chest, feeling his arms hold her. Her voice was tired, muffled against him as she spoke without moving. “I never thought that I’d see her like this.”

His voice was calming to Sinead’s rattled nerves. “Everyone is having it hard. It’s only been two days . . .”

“I know.” Sinead shook her head, just needing what Donovan was giving her, and that was comfort. That comfort steadied her nerves, which in turn loosed her mind to start to cover as many angles about this situation as she could. “Dinobot, we have to find him. I have to talk to Megs. He has a better mind for tactics and strategy like this than I do. Besides. He knew Inferno’s mind, so I can bet that he should have more of an idea of how to look for him.”

But whenever I call your number

You’re not at home, don’t hear the phone

“Slag. Slag, slag, slag. Where in the Pit and by all of the Inferno’s flames am I?!” Storming around under the starred sky, the young man paced. He remembered many things about his distant past, starting from his youngest memories, and only now were the most recent ones coming to him. It was thoroughly frustrating. Right now he remembered entering the Beast Wars and joining the Predacons.

Stopping, blinking up at the sky, he sighed, and let himself sprawl out on his back, hearing the sounds of the night. “I wish I knew . . .”

Whenever I start to wonder

Are you alone, are you alone?

Miss Special awoke, seeing that even though her shades were drawn tight, light peeked around the seams and gave her room a half-lit feeling. She’s been asleep for a long time . . . and someone unplugged her clock. Probably Rat- . . . Ajax. Whatever.

Standing, stretching, she changed into something else, not caring what she wore as long as it was different from what she had slept in. The moment she opened her door, she heard bustling around and many voices, and as she walked into her dining room, everyone stopped and blinked at her. Sinead was the only one who moved as she looked at a clock, then back at the older author. “You slept almost eighteen hours. Nice. Wish I could do that. Here, sit, I’ll have something for you to eat in a moment. Don’t worry. We never forgot you. You’re not alone in dealing with waiting for your man to come. You never were.”

Someone won’t go to sleep tonight

Someone is gonna hurt inside

Though the remainder of that day passed Miss Special in a blur, small part of it managed to stick prominently in her mind, such as decisions and how they were going around having to look for he whom was supposed to show up. They were exhaustively searching around on regular patrols for Inferno, looking for someone who was going to look clearly lost and out of place. Not surprisingly, here had been two false alarms . . . blasted tourists should wear name-tags . . . but that was a low number, considering.

Miss Special watched the stars come out, and, as quietly as she could, left the house.

They say you receive the love you give

Someday you’ll believe it’s how I live

“I am in the . . . clearing . . .” Memory flashed, causing him to blink. “I know these stars.”

Inferno heard someone approach, and immediately fled the scene, hiding between a boulder and a tree, concealed by the shadows. He saw a painfully-familiar young woman walked into the area he had just vacated, watching the sky. A twig snapped, and a large-ish man walked out sheepishly. His voice was deep with a familiar ring to it. “My deepest apologies, Miss Special. I saw you leave, and none of us want you alone.”

“I’m safe here, though.”

“True, however, I do not trust many people as a rule.” He paused, and Inferno watched as the young man kept a careful distance, the breeze playing with loose curls around his face. It was Megatron. Had to be, unless there was another who had come and whose appearance was completely identical to the human who had come through the mirror with Starath. Inferno watched as wise, discerning, and now-peaceful and sane eyes swept around the area. “Least of all the general population, which I have come to the conclusion have no more sense than lemmings.”

But whenever I call your number

I’m all alone and on my own

“Michael, why did you, specifically, follow me?” Miss Special asked, shivering in the cool, mid-spring night.

He held out the sweater she had left behind on her chair. “First, you forgot this. Second, your Predacon was one of my most loyal supporters.”

Megatron, Inferno thought. So that is how you think of me, other than how I had been a blind and nearly brainless drone. Blast it! Why can I not allow myself to be seen? He paused his mental racing. I’ll wait until she is more or less alone. I want it to be between us, and us alone. That is how it was for the others. We deserve that much, at least.

“My Predacon?”

“He loves you,” Micheal said, his voice almost admonishing. “You know that, and I know that you know that. I heard him willingly choose you. And in his ways of thinking, that was nigh to heresy to be choosing a new leader!”

Whenever I start to wonder

The things you said, the words I read

Miss Special sighed, and took the outstretched sweater, slipping it on wordlessly. “I just want to be alone right now, Megs. Sorry. I . . . I need time to think.”

Micheal nodded, replying softly, “I understand. I’ll tell the others where you are, but not to disturb you.” Pausing, he asked, “Would you mind if we had someone listening or watching out for you?”

“Yes, sorry, I would. I need to be completely alone.” She sighed. “Please.”

Dark, dark brown curls bobbed in a nod, and the once-tyrannical leader turned upon his heel and left. Inferno waited.

Someone won’t go to sleep tonight

Someone is gonna hurt inside

Someone like me, someone like me, like me

The red-haired young man watched as Miss Special sat in the exact center of the clearing and wept. He waited until he was completely sure Micheal was gone. It tortured him inside to not be rushing over and holding the one being in the world he would willingly give his life up for. It hurt him, but he had to be sure.

Gone.

He came out of the shadows, careful not to make a noise, then rested his hands upon Miss Special’s shoulders, coming to rest behind her with his head upon her shoulder.

Someone won’t go to sleep tonight

The young woman stiffened, then turned slowly, tears momentarily forgotten as she lifted his face and traced strange features, seeing his black eyes watch hers. His voice was the exact same.

“Primus, but you look even more beautiful than anything I have ever seen in my life, my queen.”

Someone is gonna hurt inside

“Is . . . is that you . . .”

“It is. I am your Inferno, if I may be allowed to presume multiple meanings with that one word. And you should better believe that I am in complete and total agony over having to wait until Megatron . . . also called Micheal, had left, but I wanted to come back to you alone.”

Someone won’t go to sleep tonight

She laughed, and threw her arms around him, feeling him hold her tightly even as she knocked him backwards, seeing him smile, his face kind . . . his black eyes warm and caring. She laughed, and he helped her up, pulling her to him in an embrace, his voice quavering. “If I ever have to leave you like that again, I would die. I would die.”

Someone is gonna hurt inside

Her voice was soft, still holding tears, but this time, ones of rapture. “Then don’t leave me again like that, Inferno. Because it still is hurting me inside. But I’ll be fine.” She smiled up at him, feeling him wipe tears with a gentle hand, smiling softly. She kept her arms around him as she tugged him back towards the house. “Come on, pyromaniac. Time for you to meet everyone.”