Dear Brother (TFP/RID & Reader)

Chapter 19

(Y/n) returns back to her apartment quite late at night that day. She manages to get some statements from Knockout and sends him back home after getting his assurance that he'll testify at court. The evidence is laying snugly inside her bag she carelessly throws to the sofa. She stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring at the horrible reflection of herself. Her eyes are still red and swollen, she hadn't even bothered to put any makeup on to cover them. Turning on the tap, she washes her face with cold water several times, letting out a long sigh.

After the whole interview with Knockout and finding out the truth, (Y/n) called Bumblebee to ask whether he could drive her home. It was to her surprise that he agreed, and soon she found herself sitting on the front seat of his car, once again breaking into tears when he asked her what happened.

She feels bad for being the one to share and give the burden of knowing the story to him, too.

She turns on the TV after cleaning up and changing out her clothes, rummaging through her bag to get her phone. (Y/n) scrolls through her list of contacts, and she stops upon seeing Jack's name. She ponders on his contact for a moment, but then she scrolls again and stops at her mother's number.

She presses the dial button and it rings once, twice...

"Hello?" The motherly voice she doesn't know she misses so much is heard. "(Y/n)?"

(Y/n) bites her lower lip, trying so hard not to break down right now. "Hi Mother." She answers. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, of course not." She replies. "How have you been? You didn't call yesterday."

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry. These past few weeks have been...really hard." The younger woman says. "The closer I get to the truth, the more pain it caused me, and I—"

"I heard from Ultra Magnus." That made (Y/n)'s eyes widen in surprise. "He called the house this afternoon and told us everything."

Somehow, she is glad that he did that, because then she doesn't have to recount the story all over again.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." She whispers, concern latched to her voice. "We could've been able to prevent that from happening—"

"No, Mother, it's not your fault, nor it is Father's." (Y/n) cut her mid-sentence. "How could you have ever known?"

"I wish we could've done something back then—"

"You both saved me." She smiles lightly. "I could never ask for better parents, Smokey would've been happy to know I was raised by such good people."

Elita chuckles softly. "He would've been glad to see you happy."

"Soon, Mother. Soon."

She can hear her mother drawing a quiet sigh at her reply, but she doesn't add further comments on it. "Please take care of yourself, alright?"

"I will try my best." (Y/n) says. "I have to go now, please send Father my regards. Tell him I miss him so much."

"Of course, he misses you too." She can hear the smile in her mother's voice. "Don't be too hard on yourself, alright? It wasn't your fault."

"Okay, I'll call you again soon. Night, Mother."

"Goodnight, (Y/n)."

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(Y/n) decides to take a break for a few days from work. She can't be more than grateful that Ultra Magnus is kind enough to grant her some day off. Perhaps he knows she needs it too. Sitting on the green grass sprawled across the park near her residence, (Y/n) opens a book on her lap while sipping on the iced coffee she had bought from a coffee shop nearby.