She's Just a Human | Transformers

38: Behind Those Blue Eyes

{Chapter Under Edition} ~Dream Catcher  

"Daaaaad! Daddy!"

The black haired man barely heard his daughter calling him from another part of the house.

"What's wrong sweetie?" The mother of the child asked the little girl.

"Have you seen daddy?" The kid asked, looking up at her mom with a bright look in her big shiny blue eyes.
The black haired man, the girl's father, looked at the door of his studio, noticing his daughter and his wife were somewhere in the hallway outside that door.

"He's in the room" she replied.

"The Batcave, mommy?"

The man, Ryan Dallas, chuckled as he heard how his daughter called his studio.

"Yes Sweetie, he's in the Batcave"

Seconds later, a soft knock could be heard at the door, which slowly opened and a little brown haired girl peeked from the corner, looking at her father.

"Daddy?"

"Heeeey!" He opened his arms and the smiling girl ran to him with something on her hands.
Ryan picked the girl up and placed her on his lap.
"What's up Caely?" He smiled.

"Look! I almost made it!" She placed a small lamp on top of his desk. A frog-shaped lamp, which lightbulbs were the eyes of the frog, but only one of them was working.

"But what happened to the other eye?" Ryan asked.

"I've tried! I can't do it... there's no way!" The little girl complained.

"Woah woah, what's what I... No no, what's what we always say, Cael?"

"There's always a way..." She looked down.

"That's right! There's always a way, sweetie" he smiled. "Here, let me help you..."

As they spoke, the girl's mother leaned on the door's frame, looking at his husband and daughter and smiled.

"Oh oh! I get it! I can do it! I can do it!" The blue eyed girl got down to the floor and jumped up and down, she then grabbed the lamp and instantly ran off the studio.
Ryan chuckled and looked at his wife.

"What?"

"She could've learnt how to write stories, play soccer, sing, play an instrument but nooo, you had to teach her about these things" she giggled and pointed at the room, with different kinds of devices and weapons.

"She's having fun, isn't she?" He smiled.

"Ryan, she's six years old, everything is fun to her"

"Oohh, come on Talia! You know she likes it!" He replied. "Besides, we both know she's different"

"Probably learnt it from you..."

"Hey! What is that supposed to mean? What about your father? He has part of the fault too!"

"I made it! I made it! I made it! I made it!" The six-year old shouted while running back to the studio, all her way through the hallway and into the room.
She entered with the frog-lamp in her hands, both eyes lightened up now.

"That's my girl! Let me see" he took the lamp from his daughter's hands and analysed her work. "Oh..."

"What?" The girl looked up at him, starting to get upset.

"This is incredibly well done!" He smiled and tickled his daughter, who giggled and squirmed.
Then, she walked up to her mom and pulled her arm down. Talia kneeled in front of her daughter.

"I can learn to play soccer if you want, mommy" Cael said. Her mother chuckled and messed with her daughter's hair.

"Hey Cael" Ryan called her. She turned back to him and walked back to his desk.

He picked her up and kissed her head.

"I love you, sweetheart"

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The sixteen-year-old sat on a chair outside an office, staring down at the floor, thinking in nothing.
That day had been a blur. 
She didn't remember having a conversation with anyone but she was certain someone had spoke to her, otherwise she wouldn't had gone to that office and wouldn't had been siting there.

She looked like a statue, not only because of the lack of movement, but  the lack of colour, light in her eyes and even lack of life.
She wasn't old. Still, you could see the experiences in her eyes.
She wasn't a child. Still, she looked so defenceless.

She wasn't a soldier.
Still, you could see she was scarred from war.

A war that wasn't even hers.

Someone was speaking about her inside the office behind her, two men she didn't know, but she wasn't paying attention. She could perfectly hear the words but she wasn't actually listening.

"There has to be someone!"

"I'm telling you...-"

"A grandparent? Cousin? A long lost aunt?"
Someone sighed.

"She has no one left"

That, she did listen. And as her eyes started to widen, all the memories of the day before started coming to her, each one as a dagger in the heart. All the images, sounds and senses fell into her.

Her breath started to speed up as she felt no oxygen entering her lungs.
She stood up just at the moment the office's door opened, revealing the two men that were talking, both strangers to her. They looked at her, surprised she had stood up and that she was breathing heavily, staring at them with wide wet eyes.

"Caelyn..." One started, but she listened no more.
She turned around and started running. The same phrases repeating over and over again in her head.

'They're gone...'
'They're gone...'
'I'm alone...'
'I have no one left...'
'They're gone...'

'They're dead!"

She felt the walls squeezing her, she started hearing noises of guns, metal against metal, people screaming.
Her family screaming.
She got outside and saw everything destroyed, but everything seemed so unreal.
She saw her family, agonising.
She felt her world crumbling down.
She felt herself shattering.

Then she felt arms wrapping around her.

All that hallucination faded away as she returned to reality and noticed she never ran out of the building, instead, she was on her knees, on the floor, the same place she had been sitting the whole day, outside that office.

She slowly looked up as she felt hot tears streaming down her face. Her whole body was trembling as she finally saw a familiar face looking down at her, he was on the floor too, embracing her.

"W-W-Will... T-they... T-they..." She couldn't say anything and she kept crying, held in the Commander's arms, just actually realising what had happened.

~

Caelyn Dallas knew her life had been changed.
And nothing would ever be the same again.

William Lennox knew those blue eyes had been changed.
And they would never be the same again.