The Girl With Wings

Chapter 14 ✔️

Last Edited: June 17, 2019

Hope

"Where are we going?" I asked, my hand pressed up against the side of Wheeljack's face as I tried to keep my balance. He was walking slow, but the shift back and forth made me wish I had just kept sitting until we got wherever we were going.

"We are taking a trip on the old Jackhammer." Wheeljack stated before going quiet again. He didn't seem much of a talker when there was no need for a conversation. Not that I complained. I was quiet myself. So, sitting back down, I listened to the peace and quiet of the forest we were walking through.

The trees were unnaturally tall, towering over Wheeljack by hundreds of feet. The trunks were wider than usual as well. Redwood forest. The name popped into my head as Wheeljack continued walking. I had my wings closed, making sure they wouldn't hit Wheeljack in the face.

Flying was my life, and I hadn't been doing much of it lately. "Hey, Wheeljack?" I asked quietly. He turned his head to me slightly, acknowledging my presence.

"Yeah?" he asked and stopped walking.

"How much longer until we get where we are going?" I asked. He rubbed the back of his head.

"Not too far, but we still got a bit." he replied, turning suddenly and beginning to walk again. The sky above us was getting dark. I couldn't help but gasp at the pretty colors. Wheeljack chuckled.

"Not as beautiful as Cybertron, but it will do." he smiled and closed his eyes before looking up to the sky again.

"D-do you mind If I fly a bit? Stretch out my wings?" I asked, spreading out my wings. He shook his head.

"Go for it."

I let out a sigh of relief as I jumped off of his shoulder. A look of panic came over Wheeljack's face, but when I went soaring into the air, it was replaced with a smirk.

"I'm gonna have to get used to that." he laughed. I twirled in the air before bending backward and doing a backflip mid-air.

Oh, how I missed this. I was never hurting my wing again. I hated being grounded. Literally. The chilly breeze that flew past gave me the chills, and I shivered. My legs were exposed, and my jacket wasn't made to insulate heat. Ignoring the cold, I forced myself to make sure my dress wasn't flying everywhere as I went.

Wheeljack was looking up at me with interest in his eyes as I flew, and I didn't want him getting a view of something he shouldn't see. So, rather than flying right above him, I flew to the right of him. I was still nearly forty feet above him.

He took a turn to the left, and I tilted, my left wing pointed straight down and my right one pointed straight up. I turned, then leveled myself out. Nearly half an hour passed, and it was all the same. A few turns here, a few turns there, until finally, Wheeljack pointed ahead of us and motioned for me to land.

I folded my wings in, diving downwards towards the ground, but then pulled them out again at the last second, leaving me to land softly with a tap. Wheeljack grinned, hurrying forward, leaving me to try and run on my tiny legs after him.

He stopped next to a large metal ship. "Hey, old rust-bucket. Miss me?" he patted its exterior and pressed a button on an outside panel. The back to the ship opened and Wheeljack smiled before entering. Soon, the grey ship came to life, and it vibrated as its engines roared to life.