Unforeseen

Chapter 11

I do not own Transformers, only my OC's.

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Chapter 11

Halloween, the day in which the devilish creatures of the world were said to come forth and walk the earth. There were plenty of those to be sure. Already there had been four devils, two zombies, three pirates, a werewolf and one particularly adorable Winnie the Pooh at my house.

I was the designated cavity faerie.

My uncle and aunt were out taking Annabelle around the neighborhood. They had asked me to come, but I have no interested in trick-or-treating any more. It was something my friends and I would do for fun and free candy, but without them here the concept of the holiday seemed rather childish. So instead I sat on the bed of the truck, a rather large bowl of candy at my side.

"Trick-or-treat," a little boy and his sister dressed as a knight and princess held out their pillow cases. I dropped a handful of candy into each. "Thank you," they ran off to their awaiting mother.

The air was nippy and the nature of my costume only rendered me victim to the elements. Had I a choice I would have been wearing jeans and a sweater, but my aunt had been far too into the costume idea for me to say no.

"What exactly is the point of this holiday?" Ron sat down next to me. I have no idea where he just came from. Sometimes I think he likes to completely baffle me.

"Candy," I pointed to the bowl before readjusting my circlet. It was a bit too big for me and kept slipping down.

He picked up a piece of candy, "something of no nutritional value whatsoever."

"Of course not," unwrapping one I popped it in my mouth. "It wouldn't taste so good if it did."

Ron made a face and dropped the candy back into the bowl, "you can keep it."

I laughed, but could not as anything because a slew of kids had come up.

"What are you supposed to be anyway?" Ron asked as the kids ran for the next house.

"A mythical fairy goddess of some sort."

"Is that supposed to make you immune to the cold?"

"Nope." He gave me a quizzical look. "How have you been anyway? I haven't seen you in two weeks." Like my uncle, he had been away on some secret military operation. They had taken off rather suddenly one afternoon; uncle only left a message on the phone saying he'd be gone for a while. All I knew was it for national security.

"Week and a half," he corrected. "And I didn't attain anything Ratchet couldn't patch."

It had been a while since I had heard that name. "So you did injure yourself."

"Comes with the field."

More trick-or-treaters came up and I dropped candy into their bags. "Do you ever wish the fighting could just stop?"

It took him a moment to respond. "All the time."

He was looking off into the distance, towards where the sun was setting behind the houses and trees. The wind shifted gently through his dark hair. For just a moment I thought I saw an azure glint flicker around him. But when I blinked there was nothing unusual.

Smiling, I silently took off my circlet I placed it upon his head. He turned back to me with a confused expression. "May you be kept safe until your wish comes true."