Solar Ice (Transformers Fanfiction)

6. A New Morning

SNOWBLAST POV

I was out of the Firehouse before dawn the next morning, sneaking past my slumbering parent and knowing that he'd be looking for me the second he woke up, but I needed to get out. The tension was building in my wings, and I needed to let the wind beat it out.

The remaining stars greeted me as I reached the rooftop and then lifted off, flying up higher and higher until the clouds were below me. The moon was nearing the horizon, about to dip into the churning ocean. From this height, I could feel the sharp gusts and ever-chilling air that came from the northwest... A storm was rolling in.

Not surprising, Father Winter never did like to let spring go by without one surprise storm. I had to appreciate these cold winds while I could; soon summer would be here, and I'd be spending more of my time grounded and trying not to overheat.

I shifted direction, gliding on the gusts until I'd reached the top of Mount Griffin. I folded in my wings and landed beside the giant rock for which the island got its name, taking a moment to scrub my helm clean of dirt with my hands. As the moon sunk and the horizon began to lighten just a little, I could make out the tiny outline of Wayward Island.

Ah, the elusive next save point on the way through the archipelago.

Da never let me leave the island without at least two adults with me, and even then it wasn't much further than the sandbars that rimmed the edges of the shore and that the lighthouse warned mariners about. I had brief, fleeting memories of going to Dino Island as a tiny sparkling, but not since then, and to reach Oaken Crow Island would be an adventure.

I'd begged Da to take me out to Wayward Island many a time, but he was always too busy, and Primus forbid if I decided to go by myself, he'd never let me leave the Firehouse again!

It hardly seemed fair. Downpour went off-shore with Uncle Heatwave in his boat form, Chase and the twins would groundbridge off to the Mainland on Daytona Beach at night, and I only saw Bumblebee or any of his team if they came here, I'd never been to the Mainland.

Crown City, to get that far ever... I'd be content just to see it once and never again.

My attention was caught by the town beginning to awaken, and I took off from the summit once more. I wondered if the Harrises were stirring yet...and then I remembered what I'd realized the night before. Cassie had sparked.

I returned to the Firehouse, settling down on the Helicopter Pad like I'd been there the whole time. I folded my wings together and then closed my optics, letting my conscious wander... It was time to go undercover.

My holoform was one of my few luxuries, I could walk about the town without ever actually leaving the Firehouse, which suited Da just fine. Short blond hair, a pair of jeans and a blue sweatshirt were my attire, and my vision returned as I appeared at the bottom of the Firehouse wall. Shoes were something I still struggled with, though somehow imagining myself with human toes was a piece of cake, so I ran barefoot down the cold, misty sidewalk.

I crossed the street and settled close to the bushes under the street light, facing the front of the Harris household. Plopping down on the sidewalk, I began to quickly scribble down my findings in cybertronian text into the notebook that materialized into my hand.

Day 1. Cassie Harris has caught my attention. She stands just over seven feet in height I'd guess, and yesterday during the Squilsh incident, I could have sworn I saw her spark, like faulty mechanics spark. That isn't normal for humans, at least I don't think it is. I'd need to do some research, there are so many things I don't know about human women simply because I'm too afraid to ask.