Unforeseen

Chapter 37

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

Chapter 37

My nap turned into a long sleep only disrupted by the need to board a plane in the early hours of the morning. I had not wanted to get up.

At the very least my dizziness had subsided. All the same Ratchet stalled long enough to look me over, not that it had produced any tell-results. He was frustrated afterwards.

The medic sat next to me the entire trip home and would occasionally check my pulse and other 'vitals'. It wouldn't have been so obnoxious if he wasn't utterly ignoring everything else. Not once had he spoken up when Uncle questioned my intentions for dating Ironhide nor did he even blink when the soldiers whispered crassly about my relationship. I know Uncle was keeping his questions pleasant at this point, but the soldiers weren't and it was upsetting.

After all, it wasn't just me they were ridiculing.

Perhaps it wouldn't have seemed so bad if Ironhide had been with me, but he wasn't. He had been placed aboard a different plane with Optimus, Chromia, the elder twins and Grimlock. I knew the reason for it. The Dinobot was out of control and it only made sense to have the skilled fighters stationed with him, but it left me on my own to deal with this madness.

By the time we landed in Washington State I was exhausted, frustrated and miserable. So much so I accidently snapped at Ironhide when he came to take us home. On a better day I would have apologized but right now I wasn't in the mood to be anything but tried and cranky.

I only gave Aunt Sarah and Annabelle a brief 'hello' and 'sorry for worrying you' before retreating to my room and passing out.

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Sometimes I had to wonder why I even bothered getting up in the morning. I had scarcely been awake an hour before I was directed towards an over flowing pile of homework Aunt Sarah had taken the liberty of collecting for me.

Two weeks' worth of work. Great.

I almost wished it weren't the weekend so I could escape the house, but the idea of having teachers ream me out for being absent so much was nearly as frightening as the pile of work they had sent.

In the end I decided to procrastinate and do something I wanted to… alright, so I wasn't totally procrastinating because it was a tech assignment, but it still wasn't anywhere near as important as, say, English. It was perhaps the most relaxing school-oriented thing I could do.

I locked myself in my bedroom with a cell phone, pad of paper and a few sharp pencils. I had no idea what I wanted to do. All I knew is I wanted it to be fun. Chatting with Jessy and crew certainly helped the time and ideas flow steadily.

Before I knew it mid afternoon had struck and I had countless pre-school looking sketches with tidy notes jotted next to them. Some were broken down into individual parts and others were less thought out. Now I was stuck trying to pick which project I wanted to do.

Ironhide and Uncle returned home by the time I had narrowed it down to the top two. They were back early.

I was determined to ignore their arrival or at least Uncle's as I was still upset with him for the plane ordeal, but when his voice floated up the stairs bearing my name I knew I could not delay the inevitable.

"Gotten your work done?" was the first thing he asked me.

I looked at the untouched pile of books and papers resting on the living room table. "If you give me a few clones and a time machine I might have it done by Monday."