Unforeseen

Chapter 40

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

Chapter 40

My body froze. Mind stalled. "W-what?"

Silence struck like a steel bat. Without my eyes I couldn't see what transpired, what emotions played on his face. Was he angry? Upset? It was hard to tell based on the words. The emotions had been jumbled up.

Thank heavens he wasn't hard to find. His recoil had only created a small distance between us. His arm was the first thing I bumped into as I sought him out. Slowly my fingers traced the warm skin-like alloy up beyond his firm muscles to his broad shoulder.

He made a small noise that made me think he was smiling. "Don't trouble yourself with my issues," he said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Isn't that what a girlfriend is for?"

He didn't argue. Instead he looped his arms loosely around my waist and nuzzled the crook of my neck. As careful as he was it sent a jolt down my spine. I tried not to cringe but the tensing of my muscles was enough to make him freeze.

"Sorry," he muttered into my skin.

"You're fine." It hurt to turn my neck, let alone touch it and a good hug usually involved some neck muscles. I'd rather have a little pain than no loving at all.

"How much do you know about Cyberton?"

Random question, I thought. It had only been a few weeks since I had officially learned of their existence and no had said much of anything to me until Ron had reviled his true self. Even then the information had been vague. "Next to nothing."

Ron didn't say anything right away. He seemed to be thinking out his words in the form of taps on my back. It almost felt like he was writing.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" I said as I played with his hair. His fingers stopped. "I'm not saying you have to. I just want you to know I'm here if you need me."

There was a pat on my back and a small grunt into my shoulder.

"I mean it," I said softly.

He pulled away before I could stop him. "I know," he ruffled my hair half heartedly. "It's just not… something I like to think about."

"I understand."

His sudden annoyed groan caught me off guard. "You're blind and I'm here complaining about the past."

"You're not complaining, you're hesitantly poking a barrier with a ten foot pole." My blindness was unnerving, I couldn't deny that, but talking about how dreadful it was would only aid in upsetting me further. I didn't need to be reminded about it either, I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything! It was frustrating as all hell. I didn't know when or if I would get my sight back and just thinking about the energon in my system made me tear up. If Ron hadn't been here with me I undoubtedly would have cried myself to sleep. It sounded cruel, but he was helping by offering a distraction. I only hoped I could return the favor by helping him through it.

A grunt was all that answered.

"Can you at least explain why it seems you're only hyper apologetic to me?" It was gentle nudge in the right direction.

There was an uneasy pause, "femmes in general."

"What?"

"I'm apologetic towards femmes in general, not mechs... males."

"Oh." It was all I could say. So it was a woman issue… I suppose that made sense considering the reference to his mother.

Warm hands took up my own and squeezed them firmly. The gently bobbing motion that followed made me believe he was thinking something out. It was a moment before he spoke. "The term 'parents' doesn't exist on Cybertron," he said after a while, "it was derived after our arrival here so your kin could better relate to us. They will always be Spark Guardians in our mind."