3. Family (A TFP Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

I knew that I shouldn't be feeling this way.

My family had all but abandoned me, and my mother. I had learned the full truth only minutes ago, not even a full hour yet. My mom had been the only one who had ever truly loved me when I was young. They had done nothing when she died.

The Autobots had done everything.

But this felt so... right.

My grandmother was holding me so tight, it was as if she wanted to make me part of her so she never had to let go. I buried my head in her shoulder and began sobbing, feeling the love in her embrace. She was hiding her face in the hair on top of my head, crying silently, but I could feel her shoulders heaving and chest hiccuping. Her fingers were squeezing so tight it almost hurt. I'm sure my arms were crushing her a bit, too.

It felt so good.

In the back of my mind, I knew that I had just torn myself away from the one I loved. I could feel him staring at me, and because of our sparks, I could feel how conflicted he suddenly felt. I heard Agent Fowler walk up next to us, but didn't say a word. As we embraced, I knew all these things. And I didn't want to let go.

But I did.

Sniffing, I pushed myself away from her, much to her surprise. My arms still gripped her shoulders, but my body was torn from her as I turned my head to gaze at my guardian. I could feel her instantly stiffen, but I didn't turn back around. My eyes found Ratchet's, and when they locked, we remained that way for a few moments. Both staring into each other's blue eyes, where the deepest emotions could be hidden. His face consorted into something I could read as he seemed to search me from the inside out. My lips parted slightly to say something, but stopped. It was a strained moment of eternity.

It was him who tore his gaze away first, clenching his fists and his teeth as his eyes flickered to the ground. My heart fell to my feet when I suddenly felt a strange pull, and a moment later, Ratchet's spark was torn away from mine. I bit my lip, feeling bad that I had made him so upset to have blocked his spark from me. However, my thoughts were brought back to my grandmother when she suddenly cupped my chin with her thin hands and turned my head to face her. 

"Taylor!" she breathed, her eyes still wet with tears. "I'm so glad you're safe."

My gaze turned a bit hopeful as I looked up to her. "You.. you were?"

She nodded furiously. "Of course I was! Your my granddaughter!" She hugged me tightly again, but when she let go, she suddenly looked furious and ready to scrap someone. "They haven't done anything to you, have they?" she said quickly as she looked me over, lifting my arms and turning my head back and forth. "You shouldn't be with these ruffians!"

While Ratchet stiffened, Agent Fowler sighed. "Like I told you, m'aam, she is perfectly safe."

My grandmother turned her head furiously, a hard glare in her eyes. "Why is she with the government, of all things?! She's a teenage girl, and she doesn't need to be involved with some kind of war!" She clutched my arms a bit tightly. 

I opened my mouth to reply, but Agent Fowler seemed to get angry and spoke first. "M'am, when my team found her, she was literally walking alone in the desert! She told us that none of her own would take her in!"

"And you just decided to take her into your army wing, is that it?!" she shot back, obviously not backing down. "You could have at least put her in a foster home!"

"And what made you suddenly care about her safety? You were never there for her when she needed you!" the darker man shouted back, taking a step forward.