Setting Sun (Transformers Prime Fan-fic)

New Life

Two weeks ago I returned home after my leg healed enough to allow me to walk on it with minimal pain. During that time, I had visited the base occasionally, talking to Ratchet about some scientific stuff, while also introducing Bumblebee to a few racing games. Cliffjumper and I hung out quite a bit as well, Arcee never too far behind. We would talk, girl to girl, like sisters would. I may have called her out on Cliffjumper, and she made me swear to never say a word. I agreed, of course. I mean, what else could I do? Get on the wrong side of a very large, angry cybertronian?

I want to live quite a few more years, so no thanks.

As per demands from Agent Fowler, I got in my car and returned home. However, Ratchet allows me to use the ground bridge to travel back and forth to the missle silo so I won't have to sit for so long, risking irritating my still healing leg. Agent Fowler allows it, but that meant I would have to stay in the base until the right amount of time had passed.

Why?

Because my mom asked me to text her when I left. If I did that, then just magically appeared 2 minutes later, I don't know if I could explain that well enough for her to believe..... Even if I told her I just went to the grocery store, which I have done multiple times.

But now, I'm home, and school is starting up again soon. I have to keep quiet about everything I found, but who would believe me anyways? Besides, my graduation was soon, 3 months to be exact, then I could use an excuse of 'transferring for an internship' to get me back there. I want to help them. Why exactly, I don't know. Maybe because they saved my life, or maybe because they have been secretly protecting our world for years.....

And the other option leads to my friends and family dying.

I want to help them. I want to help them save my world. I want to make a difference.

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Unfortunately, 'making a difference' has to wait until school lets out. I grumble to myself as I gaze longingly out the window. It's only been two days into school once more, and this professor is trying to slam nearly 2 months worth of schooling into one week of classes.

A.k.a., three days.

His rambling continues as he uses a powerpoint document to describe how to calculate how long it will take a mass to roll down a hill with a wind pushing it back up. It was simple math, not rocket science, but I wasn't really paying attention. After learning about the energon deposit that may be beneath my school, worry was still in me about another attack.

"(Y/N)? Are you listening?" 

My head snaps forward to see the professor standing at the whiteboard, arms crossed, and foot tapping. He gestures to the board with his dry erase marker. "I was asking you what X is in this equation, since you seem to think nature is more interesting than your education." Most of the class was looking my way, and I hold back an irritated sigh. Lets just say I don't get along with this professor, and apparently it was 'make (Y/N) suffer day'. This was the fourth time in three classes today I have been called out.

With as much enthusiasm as I can muster, I state, "X equals pi divided by the weight of the object, and also your answer for the amount of friction is wrong. In the friction equation, N should equal gravity as the normal amount of pressure on your object hasn't been added to." I try to keep in my smile as he glances at his equation, and his eyes widen. He glares back at me and sighs. "Well done, but please pay attention anyways." 

My face cracks a smirk and I turn back to the window. "Only got five more minutes, doc." I mumble, and I'm grateful he doesn't hear me as his own rambling begins again. I tune him out, and replay the few memories I had regained. Screamy, a.k.a. Starscream, had attacked Bulkhead when they both stumbled upon our school resting on a massive energon reserve. Bulkhead was attempting to keep the school safe while Starscream could care less.