Unforeseen

Chapter 42

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

Chapter 42

Ironhide froze. "What?" His voice was shrouded with disbelief.

I sobbed. How could this be real? I needed my legs. I couldn't lose both them and my eyes!

KA-BOOM!

The windows shattered. I screamed. Ironhide's squeezed me tight. Pain shot up my arm.

"Slagging Decepticons," Ironhide growled.

I clung so fiercely to him my fingers ached.

"You alright Melry?"

I couldn't answer. I couldn't find the words or breath speak.

There was a tug on hands. "Let go. We need to move."

My fingers clenched harder.

"Melry," Ironhide's voice toughened. He tried prying my hands away.

Pain thundered up my arm. I shrieked and my hands loosened painfully.

Next I knew I was lying in Ironhide's arms and wind was racing across my face. The sharp bobbing motion harassed my neck and the explosions echoing from every direction stung my ears.

It took my mind far too long to realize he was running.

Where one hall ended and another started I didn't know. I only felt the lean of his body and heard the clicking of doors before passing through them.

My arm seared. A simple brush against the skin sent a whirl of pain through my body. A hot, tacky substance covered the limb, but I couldn't bring myself to identify it.

What I wouldn't do to have my arm numb right now.

Cybertronian words flooded from Ironhide's desperate lips. Who was he talking to? How could they help? Why were there so many explosions?

Another door opened. Chilled air raced across my body. The smell of fire and gunpowder filled the air. The noise of intense battle rattled all around me, pounding on my chest like a drum.

Tires squealed somewhere very close. My fingers curled around whatever I could grab. Ironhide's rushed forward.

A soft cushion appeared beneath me. "Get her out of here," Ironhide's stern voice said hurriedly.

A strap pressed against my waist and torso. "She's safe. Go."

"Ironhide," my voice wavered fearfully and I grabbed whatever I could of him.

"I'll come for you when they're gone."

"Please don't go."

"I have to." He pulled out of reach. "Take care of her Jolt."

The door snapped shut, engine revved and my back pressed into the seat as the car sped off.

I bit the inside of my lip. My heart was pounding and everything ached. Why couldn't he take me?

Pressure suddenly fell upon my wounded arm. "Can you this down?" Jolt asked.

I moaned. He was hurting me!

"You're bleeding and I can't do anything about it right now," he said firmly. "Hold down here until we get away from base."

I did as told, but it pained me to do so. My pulse fought against me, thumbing angrily against my fingers.

"Stay calm," he said in attempt to be reassuring.

Easy for him to say! He wasn't blind, handicapped or wounded.