𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 | ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ

Chapter 19: What a Life

"You did not," I laugh over to Lennox, The man grins with a nod. "Gave him a few good slaps and the dumbass pulled his parachute." He chuckles. I hum in satisfaction, "Let's hope that's the last time the president sends someone to overrule me," I sigh leaning back against the seats of the aircraft, back to the US thankfully. "Trust me kid, If I had my way there wouldn't be anyone else above you." He chuckles slinging an arm over my shoulders. "Just don't make a habit of dying them coming back from the dead." He warns, giving me a gentle nudge. "Are we gonna have to talk about it with Sarah?" I mumble with a slight pout. I watch Lennox pause, "Not if you don't want to." He finally answers. "But your probably gonna have some PTSD, and I hope you come to me about it and not try to fight it by yourself alright?" He urges softly, I hum and sink into the comfort of his arm. 

"Hey kid." a voice calls, looking away from Lennox I see Simmons who stands there with hands in the pockets of the jacket he stole from the museum. "We lived huh?" He jokes awkwardly, "Barely." I muse back just as awkward. "About what I told you before..." He mumbles hands coming out of his pocket and rubbing together. I think back, wondering what he could be talking about, but then the quick promise he gave me before he ran off to help save the world came to mind.

He lets out a sigh and takes a seat beside me, Lennox taking it as a cue to get up and walk to a new spot on the plane. "Look kid, I don't know how I'm gonna explain this, but you gotta trust that it's true." He mumbles, an ugly sense of anxiety stirs around in my chest. "Ah hell," He sighs out, "When your father died it wasn't because S7 killed him." He admits, I blink. And then I blink again, then it finally registers. "What... Do you mean?" I question slowly, still not completely processing the bombshell that's been dropped on me.

"When your father left S7, he kept in contact with me. Yeah, we disagreed about NBE-one, but he kept me informed on his findings on him, Decrypting his crypto-DNA. Until one day... He just, stopped, next thing I knew he'd died." He explains softly, like he was recalling vague repressed memories. I let out a laugh of disbelief leaning forward to cup my head in my hands as everything I knew before is revealed as a fabricated story. "Why'd you let me believe you killed him?" I whisper through my hands, "Because I knew it would be easier, that maybe you'd accept it and live on in your life knowing it was me rather than spend your whole life in grief wondering who and why." He grunts.

"Didn't pan out like I thought it would, I thought you go to high school, get a boyfriend, and make your way though life. Instead, you ran away from the system, became an obsessive cryptic hunter, and saved the world twice." He grunts with a small kind of proud smile. A scoff left my lips, "Well." I muse bitterly, sitting up and sinking into my seat. "There's only one reasonable explanation I have." I grunt crossing my arms over my chest, "Decepticons." I shrug. "I wouldn't put it past him, your father probably got a little too close for his own good." Simmons sighs, I nod in agreement. 

"God what a life I have, my father who studied aliens, died, which led me to believe a secret alien task force killed him. So spend the rest of my teenage years hunting aliens to prove his legacy not to be in vain, only to find said aliens and save the world." I joke, "Oh and plot twist! I have to save the world again, but this time I fuck an alien and find out my father was actually killed by the evil aliens and not the secret alien task force!" I add in with bemusement. "Should be a fucking book." I scoff throwing up my hands only to tuck them back in to cross over my chest.

"What the hell kid!" He snapped, "You fucked on of them?" He whispers glancing around to each of the robots suspiciously. I glare at the man, he pauses and looks as if he's thinking over his next question carefully. "Which one?" He questions, "I'm not answering that." I grunt. "Alright, alright." He surrenders, we sat in silence for the next two minutes, "It was Bumblebee." I mumble. "I KNEW IT!" He screeched pointing an accusing finger at me, embarrassment acted faster than reason, reflexively I swing my fist into his gut. The man groans and crumples right back down into his seat. "Tell anyone and I'll kill you for real this time." I gruff, the man gave a me a weak thumbs up.