"Wake up..."
A small hand lightly shakes my shoulder.I shift and knock the hand away, trying to get comfortable and fall back asleep.
"Wake up Rachel!" A male voice this time barked at me, my 'bed' moving side to side, making my body thrash around. I growl and snap my eyes open, quickly remembering all the things that had happened, and where I was. I angrily glare at the dash board, then give a dangerous glance at the small hand still placed on my shoulder.
"Whiplash told me to wake you up, but when you didn't wake up for me, he decided to do it." Thornly smiled innocently up at me with her still bloodshot emerald green eyes. I roll my eyes and yawn, shifting forward in the seat to give the dashboard a light smack.
"Hey, what was that for?" The radio chuckled at me. I groan and stretch my arms, bending them just enough so I didn't smack the roof with my elbows. "What's so important that you had to give me whiplash?" I huff, stretching out on the passenger seat.
"Hey, that's my name, don't wear it out!" Whiplash chuckled, changing lanes almost as if he knew what he was doing, all except for not putting his blinker on, and being aggressively honked at from behind us. "I just wanted to show you where we were going!"
I sit up, resting my hands against my back as I lean up against the back-rest, peering out the window, just barely catching a glimpse of a sign as it flew by us: 'welcome to Detroit'.
My eyes widened. 'Detroit?' I thought. 'Why Detroit? Of all the places in the united states, why Detroit?' I decided to make my thought reality.
"Why Detroit Whiplash?" I asked, tilting my head to see if I had read the song right. Another sign passed: "Detroit Welcomes you!' Yup, I read right.
"Because I thought that would be the safest place away from where you were living before, so the Decepticons didn't come back to find you." For a split second, he sounded over-protective, but I shook off the feeling by nodding. I sit back once again, thinking for a moment before speaking again.
"Uh, hey Whip? Can I ask you some questions?" I ask softly. The engine purrs softly in response, so I suppose that would've been a yes. "How old are you?" Thornly pipes up behind me, making me jump and accidentally kick the underside of the dashboard.
"Well" Whiplash cooed softly, sounding gentle for Thornly. "I'm about seventeen stellarcycles from being created, but in your time line, that would be at least seventeen years." I could practically feel Thornly smile as she heard how old he was.
She laughs, pointing between me and the dashboard. "Oh man! You and Rachel are old!"
I recoil in my seat and growl, the radio clicking a bit.
"I'M NOT OLD!" We both yelled at the same time. There was a pregnant pause for a moment, before we all burst out laughing.
Finally after about five minutes, we all calmed down, until nothing was left until a calm silence divided by us, no noise except for Whiplash's engine giving off a soft purr sound. I took a deep breath and sighed, looking out the window at the passing scenery, the trees slowly dissipating until a large, high tech city swamped us on all sides. I smile as I feel Thornly's head creep over my shoulder, taking in the same scene I was.
"welcome home...." Thornly whispered to me, sighing softly and yawning before slinking back down into the bench seat.
"Welcome to our NEW home..." I sigh, resting my arms on my head.
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Me and My Gaurdian
FanfictionMy name is Rachel Monroe, and i'm just one of those people you could call a 'loner'. My parents could care less for my safety, because actually, they aren't my real parents, they're my foster parents. my real parents died a few years before. I also...
