Transformers - Beyond What Meets The Eye - A 1215 FanFiction

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"Wait-wait-wait, so, lemme get this straight." Smoke cut me off, driving slowly through the dessert. The moment we'd gotten out of the city, I admitted what happened, "You're in love with Jack, and he's been... what did you call it? Flirting, with you—and based on what I'm hearing it did sound like he was into you too—and then you saw him acting the same way with some cheer leader from school?"

"Yeah." I whispered, wiping the few stray tears I'd shed in telling the story.

"Does he even know this girl?"

"No, I don't think so. Not like he knows us."

Smokescreen sighed, "There's gotta be an explanation! There's no way Jack would double cross you like that!"

"I probably just misread the situation, Smoke. He never liked me, I just... made it up."

"That's a heap of scrap and you know it, Aly. Jack's gonna have to fess up the truth! You aren't wrong. You even said Miko thought the same!"

"Well, yeah..."

"So what do you want to do?" He asked.

"I don't know." I grumbled, slumping into the drivers seat, "Right now, I kind of just want to avoid him. This would be easier if he still hated me."

I frowned at my own words. That was a blatant lie.

Smoke sighed, "Hey, maybe there's an easy explanation for this."

I didn't know what else to say. I felt like a child, and I kept reminding myself that I was a child, and this is what Fowler wanted—for me to be worried about my appearance and having crushes on boys (or girls, he added very passionately) and to forget about war and fighting and even how to salute.

"Did you have anyone you loved on Cybertron?" I asked, "I mean, romantically."

"No." Smoke answered honestly, "Never had the chance. Maybe I was attracted to a few of my classmates, but nothing really developed. But, we have romance on Cybertron, if that's what you're asking. We have romantic love."

I eyed the radio, feeling like staying inside Smokescreen's chest forever, and never having to be seen again. He was warm, despite being made of metal.

"I love you, Smokescreen." I whispered, hardly audible. As a human, especially one with my background, it was odd to say something like that to someone who you hadn't even known that long. Even if I had known him for years, it would still feel weird... we didn't speak as much as we tried to show.

"I love you too, Aly."

But on Cybertron, it seemed to be more than normal. At least for the Autobots.

We got to the base and Smoke opened the door. I eyed the floor for a moment before stepping out with a sigh. Smokescreen transformed behind me and watched me walk over to the table, Jack didn't seem to currently be in the room. Ultra Magnus was in the med bay corner, with Ratchet checking over him. I narrowed my eyes, Optimus was hanging around him as well, talking idly. I scanned over him for injuries... his hand. His hand was gone.

Ratchet seemed to be working on creating a make-shift prosthetic for him to use, that would at least still allow him to grab onto things. I swallowed, Smokescreen didn't mention any mission. He'd prioritized my own issues over his, even though his were far worse.

Bumblebee knelt beside me, "Not training with Miko today?"

I turned, looking up to him, "Is she already in the garage?"

"Of course she is." He buzzed back with a giggly tone, "Are you okay?"

"I'm alright." I replied, offering him a fake smile. I feel like he saw right through it.