Broken: A Transformers Fanfic

Chapter 9: Answers

 "So?" I asked quietly.

Sideswipe spared me a glance, "what?" He looked distracted, and I followed his gaze out the window. We were on a backroad so as to avoid running into the general populace, and I didn't see any suspicious looking cars, robots or otherwise.

So something else then.

I'd focus on Sideswipe's personal issues later. Right now, I needed my answers.

"What are you, exactly?"

"An Autobot, I come from the planet Cybertron." He spared me another glance, "the guy we ran into back there was a Decepticon. We've been fighting for millions of years, and your planet has fallen into the middle of this never ending war."

"Peachy," I muttered."So why doesn't everyone know about your existence and why can't you just leave me any old place without creepy showing up?"

"It's a closely guarded secret - your government knows of our existence, but doesn't inform the general public so that there aren't widespread episodes of panicking." He sighed, "as for the Decepticons not leaving you alone, it's because they think any humans that have been in proximity of us are connected to us and automatically have information to our whereabouts."

"So now I won't be able to lead any sort of normal life?" My voice came out sounding more lost than I would have liked it to be.

Sideswipe said nothing, setting his jaw in a grim expression as he continued to stare straight ahead.

I'll take that as a yes.

"So what am I going to do now?" There was no mistaking the bitterness in my voice.

"The only thing you can do," he replied, still not looking at me. "I'm taking you with me back to base where one of the human agents will be able to set you up with a new identity and protection."

My shoulders sagged, "so I won't be able to ever see my friends again?"

This time his eyes flicked over to me with a troubled look, "I'm....not sure."

I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket to stare at the screen wistfully, yelping as the car lurched suddenly. The door flew open and I fell out as Sideswipe rapidly transformed. "What the hell?"

His eyes were locked on the phone clutched in my hand, "no phones." He broke his gaze to look anxiously around us, as if frightened that someone had seen him transform back into robot mode.

That, or looking for some sort of threat.

"Why not?"

"Decepticons can track it," he looked extremely uneasy. "Don't use it unless absolutely necessary."

"And what would qualify as 'absolutely necessary'?"

"Immediate death."

"Naturally," I responded dryly.

He hesitated for a moment, studying me, before transforming back into a car. I climbed carefully back in, as if I was stepping on a bunch of eggshells. This time, however, he didn't activate his hologram.

Probably was sick of looking like a human.

We sat in silence for a long time, before I finally had gathered enough courage to ask some of the question that were burning most in my mind.

"Why did you guys come to earth then, if you can't get all of humanity involved?"

"You can thank the Decepticons for that," his voice resounded from the radio.