Hidden Spark on Earth (TFP)

Chapter 13

"For someone who almost refused to go, you sure got a lot of bags!" Miko said enthusiastically as she stared at Saphira and Fowler with the bags they had in their hands. "I hope you found some really, really nice..." She ran over to peer into them and frowned. "All the clothes are black."

"I like black," Saphira responded with a shrug. "I'll take these to my room and sort them out a bit later." She looked at Fowler with a smile. "I can take the bags, you don't need to hold them."

"It's fine, they are not heavy. Besides..." He hands the bags to her with a smile. "I some things to discuss with the autobots."

Saphira groaned a little with a frown. "Sure...if you must." She snatched the bags from Fowler and walked away from him.

Saphira could feel the eyes of everyone in the room, but she ignored them. She wanted to be alone for a little bit. She knew that Fowler and the autobots would figure out who had hurt her, and how her life was like before she met them. She didn't know if that was even a good thing. She looked at the bags in her hands, wondering if it was truly worth keeping these clothes. It was too late now, she would have an angry Fowler if she got rid of them.

She felt like she was inside four walls with no way out. That is how she has felt for a long time, and she just did not see a way out. Not anytime soon. She returned to her room, looking around at the large room before her. If she was more creative, she could do something with it. But, it probably would annoy the autobots. Especially Ratchet. Saphira made her way to the bedroom to place the bags down carefully. She took out the two pieces of makeup she got and walked over to the bed to sit on it.

She gasped when she sat down, the mattress was so soft! She has never felt a mattress like this before! Or, because she was so used to sleeping on something rock hard, this was just heavenly to her. She sprawled her limbs out on the bed with a smile, she was really happy about her new bed. She still hasn't thanked anyone for it yet. Though she placed the nail polish bottle to the side and unscrew it to begin painting her nails. The nail polish smell reached her nose, though she paid little attention to it for the moment.

Once her nails were polished with the black colour, she smiled and blew on the tips to dry it out. She hummed a little to herself, she didn't even notice she was humming as she usually did not. When she was much younger, she would only hum when she was genuinely happy. It seemed maybe that was what she was feeling by now.

She tapped her nails to feel if they were dry and thankfully, they were. She decided to head back to the others, moping around was going to annoy them. And so was going to see them. She sighed a little, either choice seemed to be of annoyance to them regardless. She left her room, she stopped humming as she didn't want anyone to hear her.

Though, she noticed one of the doors to one of the rooms with the large berths was open. She raised an eyebrow and walked over, to her surprise, she saw Optimus sitting on the side of the berth with a glum expression. His hands were clasped together as he was deep in thought. "Um...are you okay, Optimus?" Saphira asked in a small voice.

He looked up and smiled at her gently. "I am okay, Saphira. However, as much to the fact that Megatron has been defeated, a small part of me had hoped to change his mind. To bring him back from his choice of becoming a decepticon."

She was surprised by that and stepped into the room curiously. "Why do you feel that way?"

"Believe it or not, Megatron and I were very close many years ago. I already told you I considered him a brother when I explained our situation to Jack." He slid of the berth, making Saphira jump back before he dropped to one knee and extended his hand to her. "I guess that is why I had wished for things to have been different. I never wanted to extinguish his spark...but it has happened."