TFP: Alone

Chapter 2: Latch onto Something

A/N: The italicized dialogue is Cybertronian.

Legacy's P.O.V.

"What?" I ask dumbly. Sideswipe gave me an odd look. Only then I realize that I said that in English.

"What are you?" He asks again. I stare at him with a blank expression. Out of the corner of my optic I see a yellow armored mech, looking at me with the same confusion as Sideswipe. The twin.

"I-um... I'm..." I fumble with my words. I don't even know what I am!

This is such a stupid idea! Cybertronian laws didn't permit any youngling to partake in home studies. I had to be here. There wasn't some loop hole? This isn't my native planet...

"Are you gonna say something?" The yellow twin asks irritably, looking toward the front of the class.

This is my worst fear. I didn't want to be different from the others. I just wanted to be back home. On Earth, with Orion playing his loud music on the top bunk. I wanted to have some sweatpants on and be reading my book, Ellie laying down at the foot of my bed. I wanted to hear Mom's laughter at something Dad had said from downstairs. I needed my family back.

I focus all my attention on keeping the tears at bay while pretending to be reading the translations on my datapad.

Break couldn't come soon enough. I walked through the halls, with my head down and clutching the strap of my pack as if it were a lifeline. I reach out to Dad through the bond, only to grasp at a vast nothingness in my spark. I felt so alone...

I knock on the door to Sureflight's office and I hear him call 'Come in'.

"Oh, Legacy." He said looking up from his datapad. His wings were high on his back and his optics were dim behind his visor.

"How has your first day been so far?" He closed the screen on his datapad and focused his attention on me.

"Okay." I say. He nods.

"Go on an tell me about it." He leans back a little.

I tell him about how my History Instructor waited for the entire class to get situated before introducing me and how I nearly died when those stupid twins kept pestering me the entire class, asking what I was. My second period was no better. I had Training with the two and I kept getting odd looks every time a human swear would slip out of my mouth when I was tackled by one of them. And how when I saw Maverick during passing period, he ignored me.

I hadn't seen Coda, but that was probably because he was too young to be in that class. They separated the older and younger kids, but in reality, Coda and I were learning the same stuff right now. I was just in a class of Bots who had failed the course the first few times.

"How did you adjust to Earth?" I ask Sureflight.

"Well, Adrian was a big help. He remains one of my closest friends. You need to find something about this planet, or someone, that you like, and latch onto that. Let it be your 'anchor'. You don't have to be obsessive, but, just something you can turn to when you're missing home." I let his words sink in.

I had no idea what I could latch onto. My family was either too busy or didn't want to hang out with me. Dad was no help at all. All he did was work. I guess that is what he latched onto.

Cybertronian music wasn't my favorite. It doesn't hold the emotion like human music does. Their literature is all about history, not really entertainment. I also found Cybertron to be dull. There wasn't life. The lifestyle here was all based on work and trying to keep yourself afloat in the depression. And the faith wasn't what I practiced on Earth, so it didn't feel as special.