Setting Sun (Transformers Prime Fan-fic)

Hospitals

I can hear voices above me, and the light is starting to shine through my closed eyes. Slowly the pain was starting to seep into my body again, and I fought the urge to groan. I fail, and slightly shift my position, turning my head to the side a bit. It seems the people speaking don’t notice, as they continue arguing. 
 
“That is a completely preposterous idea!”
 
Agent Fowler...
 
“Do you have a better one that will keep everyone, including (Y/N) and her family, safe and out of harm's way?!”
 
…. Ratchet?
 
My eyes slowly flutter open, and I realize I am only gazing out of one eye. The other refuses to move. I don’t push anymore, but gaze at the tall man with long white and orange hair. It was in a braid and resting against his shoulder. There was one single orange streak running from above his right eye all the way down into the braid. He was currently wearing a long white lab coat, pens resting in the pocket where his ID hung. I recognize him immediately from when he first patched up my leg, and his brilliant blue eyes also give him away. Ratchet’s holoform.
 
The other man was obviously Agent Fowler, just as I remember him before, but what were they arguing about? It had to deal with me, that much I picked up…. But what about me? Keeping me safe? I stay quiet, forcing grunts of pain down as to not interrupt.
 
“So what? We’re supposed to make everyone, including her family, believe she is dead and give her a new name? That’s the only thing you can think of?!” Agent Fowler shouts, throwing his hands up in the air. Ratchet grunts and crosses his arms. “If you have an alternative idea that won’t raise suspicions after your supposed ‘gas attack’ by terrorists and then sudden attack on the girl they kidnapped?!”
 
A hand appears on Ratchet’s shoulder, and I hold back my shock. With my left eye shut, I couldn’t see whoever was standing there. I also don’t remember hearing them speak. The voice that replies, though, is easily noticeable. “Agent Fowler, as much as I do not condone this kind of action, it is our only hope as of yet. (Y/N)'s parents know nothing, and therefore only assume the stories you have told the public are true.” Silence fills as Agent Fowler’s gaze softens slightly, but his irritation returns to cover it as Optimus finishes. “If we were to tell her family of this, they would soon become targets as well, and used as bait. You and I both know that the Decepticons will not hesitate to do whatever it takes to get what they want.”
 
I blink slightly. Are they…. Suggesting I fake my death? I fought the idea, siding with Agent Fowler. I couldn’t leave my family like that! There’s no way! My mother would be completely devastated by it, and my father…. Not to mention my brother. He would do something harsh, I know he would, and most likely get himself killed or worse…. In movies, this was only a temporary solution, and in the end, someone usually gets caught until the truth comes out….
 
But they were right…. To an extent.
 
If my family knew nothing of this, they wouldn’t become targets. They would be relatively safe, and out of harm’s way. Agent Fowler would most likely keep tabs on them, just to be sure and I….
 
I would disappear….
 
“I-I’ll do it....” I finally croak out, startling everyone in the room. I feel wraps around my neck rub together, explaining the pain I had from speaking. I slightly shift my body so I can finally see all three people standing in my room, and groan. “I’ll do it… If you promise to keep an…. Eye on them… I-I’ll do it.” Agent Fowler quickly moves to my bedside, gazing at me in worry. “(Y/N), you don’t have to. We can figure something else out so-”
 
“No…. You know as well…. It’s the best way right now ...” I give a soft smile, and turn my gaze towards the tall, brown haired man. He was sporting a dark blue long sleeve shirt with a white undershirt. His face was scruffy, but well-kept and his brilliant eyes were watching me closely. “I… I want them to b-be safe… I-It won’t last f-forever… but…” Optimus slowly moves over to the other side of my bed and rests a hand on my shoulder carefully. “Are you sure you want to go through with this, (Y/N)?” His voice was full of concern, but still holding a stern leadership tone. I attempt to nod, but hiss in pain. However, he does see what I tried to do, and he nods his head as well.
 
“Understood. We will allow you to rest some more…” Optimus steps back, but Ratchet steps forward now. “But we will have to act soon. Agent Fowler, will you be able to transfer (Y/N) back to your Jasper military hospital secretly?” Agent Fowler nods, though rather hesitantly. I raise my hand and carefully grasp his, giving it a squeeze. He turns his attention back to me, and I give my best grin possible. 
 
Well…. The best grin you can do with half your face wrapped and slightly swollen. 
 
He gives a sigh and stands up. “I will get a team together and be back Monday, giving you the weekend to rest…. And your family some more time with you…” I don’t move, but simply close my eyes once more. Rest was exactly what I needed right now. I didn't want to think of leaving my family just yet.
 
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[3 months later]
 
To have seen your own funeral take place is something most people never think possible, but a few months ago that’s what happened to me. Just as Agent Fowler said, Monday came around, and I was gone. However, my body just up and disappearing would cause some people to begin questioning a lot of things. Luckily it, apparently, is very simple to alter a holoform to look the way the cybertronian wants it to. However, mimicking a voice is harder, so it had to be a female. Thank God that Arcee was willing to help me out, and she changed her holoform to match what I looked like at the time.
 
Beaten, bruised… and dying.
 
Yup, I was dying… Well, according to the medical documents Agent Fowler was slipping in to forge the real ones that showed me easily healing after the accident. Instead, it was looking like the rib that broke and pierced my lung was not healing properly and was, instead, beginning to go straight through my lung every time I moved or breathed. My parents were completely heartbroken, and my brother enraged. I wanted to tell them the truth, that I would be okay….
 
But I couldn’t. Not yet, at least.
 
The day would come, but not anytime soon.
 
Right now, I was standing at my own grave, the grass barely grown back and flowers lining it. On it was my ‘would-be’ graduation picture. My goofy senior portrait with me wearing the cap and gown, all the sashes I had earned (blood donor, after school clubs, top 10% of the class, and a medal with the school’s signature wolf head on it), and my glasses on the bridge of my nose. I was smiling widely while holding up my class year in my hands. It was sparkly and glittered in the light perfectly. I sigh, hissing in pain slightly as I shifted my arm in the sling. Currently, I was wearing a zip up dark blue jacket with the hood pulled over and a trucker’s hat. Thankfully it was raining, but I couldn’t help thinking about how this looked like a Disney movie scene. And I was mourning the death of my old self...
 
Underneath the jacket I was wearing a simple blue shirt, and jeans with sneakers. I didn’t stand out much, but I couldn’t stay around much longer. In less than ten minutes, my mother and father would arrive to replace the flowers that have begun to wilt. As I’m thinking this, a steady hand lays on my left shoulder. I don’t tense up, as I know who it is. “It’s time to go, (Y/N). They’re almost here.” I turn my gaze to Agent Fowler, trying to hide the tears on my face as I reach up to adjust my glasses.  His other hand is holding an umbrella, keeping the rain off of his head. I simply nod and follow him, with one last glance at ‘my’ grave over my shoulder. The stone above it read simply, “A daughter, sister, and friend who was, and always will be loved and dearly missed.”
 
I sniff and turn away. Agent Fowler’s steady hand lays on my back as we slowly make our way towards a large blue and red semi-truck. I had officially been released from the military hospital as of last week, thanks to my family’s good traits of fast healing. Agent Fowler carefully helps me up into the passenger side when the door opens, and I settle in easily. “Optimus is going to take you back to their base for now. Ratchet will keep an eye on you, and I will be handling some other business to help you with your new identity.” His gaze falters slightly as crying softly echoes over to us. I gaze up, spotting my mother kneeling at the grave, and my father right next to her. My heart plummets, and I don’t even realize I start to move until Agent Fowler puts a steady hand on my shoulder. “Don’t. You will only make it worse right now.” He says, as if speaking from experience. He gazes back as I do too and continues. “When the time comes, you will see them again, face to face. For now, we have to stick to the plan.”
 
He turns back to me, stepping up to block my view and regain my attention. “While you are stuck at the base, it would be a good idea to come up with a new name. It’s much easier to make your new identity when we have something to go off of.” I only nod my head, my ears still catching the sobs of my mother. Agent Fowler’s eyes soften, and he shakes his head. “They are in good hands right now, (Y/N). I promise no harm will come to them, ever. Now, you need to go.” I sniffle again, but nod and move back to allow the door to shut properly. The seatbelt carefully goes over my body, gently strapping me to the seat safely.
 
Optimus’ holoform fizzles to life next to me, but I pay no attention to him for now. The truck’s engine roars to life, and we slowly leave the cemetery. The drive is silent for a while, the only noise being myself holding back my own cries. Pain was starting to flood my body from holding it back, and I could tell Optimus noticed. He turns towards me, and I to him. Nothing is said, but I slowly unbuckle and scoot towards him. He moves his arm to allow me to lean into him, and the moment I do, the flood gates open. I sob and wail into his holoform, and he simply rubs my back gently. I don’t know how he knows that doing so is soothing to humans, but I don’t question it. I just let it all out. I don’t know what happens next, because after my crying, I fell asleep, feeling myself hiccup slightly in the process.