Fell in love with a spy-mirage fanfiction (1) ✔️

chapter 23| Pouring rain

I sat on my bed and didn't look up when Mirage walked in and slammed the door closed. "You actually made it," I mocked. "You're insane!" he sneered. I glanced at him "You were the one begging me like a small child to come back because you're too stupid to solve it your own! You were complaining about working with a donkey-like Ford, but what do I have?" I sneered. "I don't need your fucking help! I never asked for it anyway!" I sneered. "Do whatever you want! Yell at me, drug me... but it will not change anything between us!" I hissed.

"Pack your bags! Tomorrow we leave for that camp!" he snapped before he turned around and left. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my backpack, stuffing some basic things inside. "Stupid mech!" I sulked, walking over to the bathroom.
I didn't sleep that night, my dreams are filled with nightmares anyways and my back is killing me. It shouldn't feel like this and I feared it started to infect, but that's strangely considered the fact I have Energon that always heals me.
The next morning, when the sun started to rise, Mirage strode in. Apparently still angry and moody. He frowned a little as he saw me, but said nothing. "What!" I snapped. He shook his head "We will be staying for a week..." he said. "You got to be kidding me!" I scowled, glaring at him before I grabbed my backpack. "No, I am not..." he muttered. "Who else is coming?" I sulked. "Sideswipe, Ratchet, Ironhide--" I cut him off by raising my hand and walked over to Sideswipe.

"I drive with you, okay?"

His holoform looked confused "Uhm, sure... but I thought you wanted to drive with Mirage," he said. "No, I don't want to drive with him," I grumbled, throwing my backpack in his trunk. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Mirage looking at me, with a huff he strode over to his alt-mode. "He seems to be disapointed," Sideswipe said. "Yeah, well... if he hadn't drugged me, none of this would have happened," I snapped before hopping in. "You are still blaming him for that?" Sideswipe asked, hopping in as well.
"Would you forgive someone?" I snapped. "Uhm, I wouldn't like it either if someone does that and push something in my valve... but I also understand he's only trying to help," he said. "I don't need his freaking help," I muttered, fiddling with my leather jacket. "You are turning in a Sunny 2.0" he teased, giving me a soft push. I snorted and smiled a little. "I can tell you everything, no matter what. You are never ashamed of anything," I said. Sideswipe shrugged his shoulders "My secret power... I am amazing with females anyways!" he teased, driving off.

"Don't be mad at, Mirage... I know he can be a jerk and very annoying, but he has a good spark. I know that" he stated. "I heard what you did to that psychologist," he mentioned carefully. "Sunstreaker would have killed her..." I muttered. "You should go into a Sunstreaker mode... That's a bad thing!" he stated. "People telling me what to do is a bad thing," I snapped. "I know, I hate it too... They are just worried," he said. "Maybe they should stop sticking their noses in my business and life," I sneered. "Don't get ma at me, Cat... I haven't done anything wrong. I know you hate it. I am only telling you they are worried," he stated a bit strictly which was very unlike Sideswipe.

We made one stop at a gas station. I sat on Sideswipe's hood with his holoform next to me, observing Mirage. "Go to him..." Sideswipe said, looking at me. "What? Why? He is pissed because of his tires," I muttered. "I would be angry too."
"You need them to move around... I just didn't want him to come after me and the only way to that was to stab his tires," I muttered. "Come on... we have to drive for another twenty minutes... you can drive with him right?" he asked. I sighed "Come on, he feels horrible," Sideswipe pushed. "What do I say? I want to drive with you even I am pissed and you are too?" I snapped. "No, you ask him if you can drive with him and say sorry for what you did last day," Sideswipe pushed. "Why? I warned him" I snapped. "You know you went too far and you also know he only wants to help you," he stated, oddly enough with a very strict voice. "So, saying sorry and asking him if I can drive the remaining 20 minutes with him?" I asked to confirm. "Yup, and try to be nice. Don't snap at him, that will not change the situation with him," he warned.