Unforeseen

Chapter 46

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

Chapter 46

My processors were uneasy and the hall of this borrowed house was not helping. I needed to see her.

Ratchet had dismissed everyone from the bedroom the moment Melry's bleeding had been quelled. The slash on her arm had required immediate attention but there were plenty of other injuries needing treatment, including a broken ankle and wrist. I understood Ratchet's motives, Melry was only clothed in Will's oversized coat and he would have to remove it to treat her, but I doubt she would have cared.

She had not wanted me to leave.

I sighed heavily and dropped my head into my hands. The wait was excruciating. What if something happened and I wasn't there…

My fingers bore into the gaps between plates, threatening to break them from their hinges. Melry was within a few steps of leaving this place. Permanently. The heat of my spark had stopped her continual decline but the battle was hardly over. Her temperature was still too low and she had lost a fair amount of blood.

"Still in there huh?" Will was half way up the stairs with a paper mug when I looked up.

"Yeah," I murmured.

He sighed and took a seat beside me. We had arrived on base not long ago, rushing to the residential district where a soldier had allowed us the use of his home. We were fortunate in those regards I suppose. None of the hangers were suited for Melry's ailing body, even before the Decepticons had destroyed them.

"What am I supposed to do?" he asked.

"Wish I knew myself."

Will bowed his head solemnly.

If keeping Melry's safe meant leaving this planet I would have done so in an instant. No matter the emotional scars it would cause. Living apart and knowing she was alive would be better than selfishly remaining until it killed her. But it was a mute point. I needed only to glance at the door she hid behind to know. The Decepticons weren't interested in returning to Cybertron and without our support the humans would face extinction.

The dried blood on my hands was a reminder of that.

"I'm sorry."

My optics dimmed in confusion and focused on the man beside me.

"For pushing you two so hard." Will explained. "Guess I was trying to protect her… from something…"

I smiled sympathetically. As aggravating as it had been to face his opposition, looking back, I knew my opinion of him would have fallen had he not.

"I suppose I always thought she would find a shy boy her age." He shook his head before passing me an amused look. "Instead she found the exact opposite."

"Melry would have torn a shy runt to pieces. She's too much of a brat."

Will laughed despite himself. "She certainly knows how to put you in your place doesn't she."

I grunted. That's putting it lightly. My spark couldn't help but hum mirthfully however.

"Thanks for watching over her," he said a few moments later.

I sighed, spark taking a turn in the opposite direction. "Did a damn good job didn't I."

"I was referring to everything else." Will fingered the cup's seam. "Melry never wanted to talk to Sarah or I about the tornado," he continued after a time, "and I didn't want to force her. For a while Sarah and I had discussed therapy, but then she started coming around. At first I thought it might have been because of the new start, but," he smiled faintly, "then I realized it was you."