The Allspark is lost, save for a single sliver extracted from Megatron's spark chamber.
A war which raged for eons had finally ended, but for how long?
No one expected a long-forgotten power to be unleashed the very day a relic of life was destroye...
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"Mom, for the last time, I'm not Jesse, I don't need two whole days to recoup." Marissa giggled, tightening her ponytail before picking up the bucket of water to refill the goat's supply. It was 7:00 in the morning and she was as bright and chipper as if she woke up at 9:00.
"You took a cat-nap, that's hardly enough sleep after getting home by 4:00 O'clock this morning." Lilian fretted, having one dirty muck boot on while the other foot only had a sock with tractor designs on the green background.
Marissa observed her mother's arms, one bent to rest on her hips while the other leaned on the cane. She held the usual strict expression that meant she wasn't going to budge on the matter. The woman was just wanting to let her daughter rest, even if it meant dragging a full bucket of water to the goats and chickens (while hobbling on a cane, no less). It amused the younger woman, who smiled at her mother's attempt to convince her she was too tired after nearly a month of being in the city.
"And I'll take another around noon." She shrugged, slipping both her boots on with the heavy bucket in hand. "I missed the work. Having nothing to do in the morning was horrible. You should have seen Jesse's expression when she walked into the living room to find me working out."
Lilian only rolled her eyes, knowing she wasn't going to be able to do the morning chores. Marissa wasn't particularly stubborn, but when her abilities were challenged, she'd show whoever challenged her who was right. The aging woman leaned more on her cane as she lost her stubborn stance and the morning exhaustion suddenly crept into her eyes. Something glittered from the kitchen lights, and she raised a brow at Marissa's choice in accessories for barn work.
"You're going to wear your new bracelet to the barn?" She noted, watching as her daughter blinked, then looked to the wrist supporting the heavy load.
"Oh- I didn't even realize I still had it on."
"I'll take it off, so you don't have to put the bucket down-" Lilian suggested, but Marissa refused, slipping out the door after a brief 'it's fine'.
Emptying the dirty bucket into the goat's water, hearing their thankful bleating, a thought crossed the woman's mind.
"You're not as heavy as I thought you'd be." She spoke to no one and nothing, holding the wrist the bracelet adorned. "I think you'd be fine out here. I mean- you survived a terrorist attack, so you're probably hardened enough to survive an explosion. A goat's teeth would be nothing."
The female bleated at the woman, as if baiting her to test out her theory
"Sorry Penelope," she opened the gate, watching the Nubian hop onto the milk stand, "but it's not food."
Once the goat was milked, and both fed, Marissa moved on to feeding the chickens, checking their water and deciding it was full enough. There were only a few eggs, but it was to be expected since a fox had managed to slip passed the horrid rooster's defenses at some point. Marissa only wished it had eaten the rooster too. She couldn't blame the canine, since she herself didn't think the bird was any good, inside or out.
