Pulled back into War (Nothings black and white sequel)- On hold

Part 15- Getting real

Hey everyone. I’m sorry it’s late again, I know it getting ridicules, but now I’m off school I’m doing more hours at work, I lost the DVD then  my laptop had to be fixed (which was £120! Crazy right!). I’m not making any promises for the next update, because I never seem to keep them, but I’ll update as soon as I find time to write. I hope you like this chapter, I tried to make it a bit longer than usual, because of how long it too to update. Tell me what you think, of and do you think Tay should die and come back to life with Sam or grieve and cry with Mikaela? Questions, questions! Tell me what you want. Thanks for reading, love you all. I like votes, comments and fans –hint hint.

_Lucy oxox

I don’t own the Transformers movies, plot or characters. I only own Taylor and how she is linked to the story.

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 Sam looked like smoke was going to come out of his ears. I smirked as Sam pushed Wheelie off Mikaela.

“Can you just… can you stop.” Sam seethed trying to hold in his temper. Someone rolled out of the wrong side of the bed this morning, mister grumpy pants.

“Hey, what you doing.” Wheels protested falling over. Sam sent little blue one last dirty look before walking away from the strange situation we found ourselves in.

“It’s just something to think about. I won’t argue with…” Sam muttered under his breath. Sam took a deep breath and looked over to Jetfire.

“What were you saying?”

“I told you my name was Jetfire, so stop judging me!” Jetfire boomed, finally losing his last nerve apparently. I stepped back from the alien robot towering over us, blinking in surprise at his outburst. Is he on his man period or something? The others feel over backwards as Jetfire slammed his walking stick down.

“Somebody shit the bed this mourning.” Wheels uttered, I snorted back a laugh. Simmons was hitting Sam’s arms and looking at us with a ‘He’s crazy’ look. I rolled my eyes, he’s one to talk.

“I have issues of my own” And it started with my mother! My ancestors have been here for centuries. My father, he was a wheel, the first wheel. Do you know what he transformed into?” Jets ranted swinging and pointing his arms to make his point. Simmons stuttered out  ‘no’ looking like he was about to pee his pants.

“NOTHING!” Jetfire shouted.

 “But he did so with honour, dignity, damn it!” He explained, waving around his fists. Jesus if he wasn’t careful he was going to knock someone out, probably himself. His butt then exploded a parachute and he was unbalanced falling onto his back like a turtle.  We shouted out in surprise as he cursed. He rolled onto his side and looked very distressed. Maybe once this was over he should see someone about that, Ratchet maybe a therapist. We stood in his line of view, Sam with his ‘we come in peace’ hand gesture up again.

“I think we can help each other. You know things I don’t know, I know things you don’t know, I do.” Sam offered. Leo popped up between my and Sam.

“I don’t think he knows anything. Honestly, I don’t.” Leo whispered. I slammed my foot onto his toes, wishing I was still in heels.

“Don’t disrespect your elders, prick.” I hissed as he jumped on one foot. Jets looked at my cousin in interest, while he had his attention Sam grabbed a knife from somewhere and started to carve cybertronian symbols into the ground as I sat on Bee’s bonnet filing my nails. Just because we are in a crisis doesn’t I mean I not look after my looks, they can be persuasive, like proven with the guards, a situation I am still battling whether or not to tell Will about. He can be very possessive and jealous believe it or not. When Sam was finally done he had created some kind of symbol circle thingy.