Unforeseen

Chapter 22

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 22

"That went well," one of the infernal twins snickered.

"Ya, she's still breathin'," said the other.

I wanted to snap at them, but the intense migraine pounding upon my skull kept me silent. I couldn't even see them, I only knew they were somewhere off to my left. There was a cool cloth resting over my eyes, it was vain attempt to calm the ache.

My memory was a bit fuzzy. I remembered screaming, but after that everything blurred. My body had been moving faster than my mind. All I knew was I had wound up here, in the corner of the hanger, away from the chilly winds and alien robots… from what I could tell anyway.

I can't believe it. Ron's voice had come out of that thing - that robot - that giant, heavily armed, truck disguised robot

The voice of the man I loved with belonged to a giant robot.

I would have whined miserably had my head not been ready to cleave in two. It would figure I'd do the impossible - fall in love with a stupid alien robot.

How could this even be happening? I could not understand. Ron looked human, not robotic, not vehicular and he was not outrageously tall.

Could it be possible these robots could mimic a voice? Did Ironhide simply copy Ron's in order to speak our language? I sincerely hoped that was the answer, but somehow I doubt it. His words and actions were too similar for that to possibly be.

The more I thought about it the heavier the throbbing became. The truth had been right in front of my face the entire time. He was always around when I was sure I was alone.

All those nights I had stayed up talking to him, the evening he drove me home from work and all the times he had comforted me when my thoughts strayed to darker days. None of it had been real. He was real, but not as I knew him. Not as I loved him.

Damn it, I thought bitterly, God damn it. Just when I had thought my life was starting to come back together all this had to happen. Aliens shouldn't exist, at least not in my life.

"Mel?" My uncle's voice cracked me like a hockey puck. "How're you feeling?"

Broken, miserable, toyed with. Take your pick. "I want to go home," I said instead.

"I've already called Sarah," he replied before giving my hand a squeeze.

Not what I meant.

"I'm sorry for this. I told him you weren't ready, but he was insistent because you had asked."

And I'm regretting that.

"What 'chu worrin' about," one of the twins said, he was closer than before.

"She just be blowing people's audio receptors out," said the other.

Audio receptors?

"Ironhide's the one havin' a meltdown."

Uncle sighed in exasperation. "Get lost."

Were they robots too? Deceivers in plain view? Their odd term-a-phrases seemed to prove it. They were so much like Ron's. How was it possible that they could be like this? Be… human.

"Damn man, who cares where we be, she can' see nuttin' anyway."

"That's enough you two," another voice entered in. It had been a while since I had heard that one, but it was as distinctive as Ron's. The authority mixed in with the sincerity only belonged to one person I knew.