Sunstreaker's vengeance ✔️ (book 1)

46. Jetfire

"So, what are we doing here exactly?" I asked, looking at the museum. "We are here to talk to Jetfire," he said. I frowned and gazed at Sunstreaker. "Alright..." he sulked, avoiding my eyes. He didn't let me drive with him either. He walked over to his alt-mode and I sprinted after him. "Sunny~" he cut me off. "Don't talk to me and don't call me that! You lost your right to call me 'Sunny' I am bonded with a monster! Someone I can not trust!" he sneered, pushing me on the floor. "I am seriously disgusted by the fact I once loved you... I don't even understand how I ever fell in love with a beast like you!" he sneered.

I flinched and blinked the tears from my eyes. Sideswipe walked up to us and knelt down, helping me up. "You didn't had to hurt her, Sunstreaker!" he snapped. "She lied! She's a monster!" he sneered angrily. "She was scared for our reaction! I wouldn't be proud either!" Sideswipe snarled. "You're the one that lied to everyone! You're the one that's a monster here! Not her!" He nearly shouted. "I hate you..." Sunstreaker coldly snarled, glaring at me. "I don't give a shit if you die or not!"
I turned on my heels and stormed off. "Jerk!" Sideswipe hissed before sprinting after me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in a tight hug. "he's right..." I whispered. "No, don't listen to him!" he stated, giving me a smile. I shrugged my shoulder, nuzzling in his shoulder. "I am sorry... I didn't want this either," I whispered. "I know... I know, he's being a jerk, just ignore him," Sideswipe whispered as he lifted my chin and softly brushed a lost tear off my face. "Are you disappointed?" I asked. "No, I am not... why would I? Because you're Megatron's daughter?" he asked. "No... You're not like him. You are sweet and I love you. You're not a bad person and I know that... You're my girl..." he said, smiling. "I fell for you the day we met on the parking lot of the shopping mall, I love you..." he murmured, pressing his warm lips on mine. "Don't listen to that jerk... I will deal with him," he said. I nodded, pulling him in a tight hug.

"If the lovebirds are done cuddling, can we please get our attention back to what is actually important?" Simmons asked, standing right in front of us. I sighed, pulling away from Sideswipe. "What's that?" I asked. "This is the last piece of the all-spark..." he said, looking at it. It's a small grey shard and he hold it with tweezers. "Burns through your skin if you hold it," he explained. "We need to take out the guards, twins, Bumblebee, that's your job, Skylar and I will find Jetfire," Simmons stated, grabbing my wrist. Sideswipe sighed, shaking his head a little. "We can't just walk inside," I said.
"Of course we can..." he nonchalantly replied, shrugging his shoulder. I wasn't quite sure what to think about his plan, he just came up with it and we are about to wake up a cybertronian that has been sleep for years, shortly after World War Two ended. Or, that's why Simmons told me. Apparently, Sector Seven had visited this air and space museum before and found this plane, an Lockheed SR-71 aka Blackbird. A two seated seeker during the second world war.

The museum was closed by now, but Simmons strode in like it wasn't closed at all. "hold this," he said, handing me the tweezer and reached down in the pocket of his leather jacket. This guy is seriously strange, but he knows a lot and seems to know what he's doing. "Sir, this museum us closed!"
The guard strode over to us, blocking our way. "Get out of the way," Simmons said. "The museum is closed," he repeated. Simmons rolled with his eyes "Don't say I didn't ask it," he said, pulling out a gun and fired. A dart was stuck in this man's chest and he collapsed on the floor. "Let's go!" Simmons in a 'duh' tone, pushing me forward. "Sometimes, you need to be a little bit mean to reach your goal," he said, reloading the gun. "You just shot him," I said. "Yes, he'll be asleep for a couple of hours and this is important, so don't bother it," he said, grabbing my arm and dragged me through the large halls.
We ended up in a hanger, filled with old planes and spacecrafts. It's huge.
"This way!" Simmons shouted. I sprinted after him and we halted in front of the black Lockheed SR-71. The twins and Bumblebee, arrived shortly after, Sunstreaker stayed away from me and didn't even shot me a glance. "So, this is the seeker, huh," Sideswipe said as he inspected it briefly. Simmons nodded, the shard he was holding was like a magnet. As soon as he aimed it on the plane, it hit the blackbird, sending some sort of blue shockwave over the blackbird. It started to transform with a lot scowls and groans.