No Rest For the Wicked → Transformers

Missing You

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

For at least one hour I had been sitting in the backseat of this car listening as Sam and Simmons repeatedly recited Jetfire's little riddle. The first few times were fine with me, but after I counted past thirty two I was done. I would remember these words for the rest of my natural life.

Currently we were driving down the road only I hadn't a clue as to where we were headed. I sighed and looked out the small window beside me. There was nothing ahead of us except road, sand, and mountains. I absolutely despised being out in the middle of nowhere, but there was nothing I could do about it at the moment.

My mind shifted to Ironhide and a sad feeling coursed throughout my body. I was really beginning to miss him, but that was nothing new at all and it was probably what I deserved for leaving like that. I always missed him when he was gone and it only got worse and worse every time. Getting used to him being there and then him leaving was always hard for me, but it was understandable; he was my very best friend, my happiness, my lover, and my mate. .not to mention sometimes he was also the cause for my biggest headaches, but I loved him anyway and that would never change.

There was just a small part of me that wished I had stayed back at the base, but I knew I needed to help my friends. He would definitely kill me when this was all over but I didn't really care; as long as I was back with him, I'd be perfectly fine whether he wasn't speaking to me or just yelling at me which he normally did when I did stupid shit. That was only because I wasn't some little wuss who ran off crying when somebody started yelling at me; I always fought back no matter what the situation was. It always made us stronger, though I really didn't understand how.

On the other hand, the past two years with him had been two of the best years of my entire life. Nothing has changed since then. He gave me someone to love, someone to care for, and someone to fight for. He's shown me what it's truly like to be loved and I had never in my life felt so strongly for another being; nobody understood my feelings for him except for Ironhide himself. I would do absolutely anything for him and it still didn't matter to me that he was a giant robot either. It just made us all the more interesting and never in my life would I care what anyone had to say about my relationship with him.

I loved everything about him. He was a grumpy brute, a hard ass, and a little cocky at times but he was also a sweetheart and I wouldn't dare change that about him. He did everything in his power to make me feel loved and to keep me safe. There was no one else I felt safer with than with him. I loved him because of who he was and that would never in a million years change.

If something were to happen and for some reason I were to lose him, I didn't think I would be able to handle it. Losing him would be like losing half of myself and I definitely did not want to go through the pain of losing him. It would definitely be far much worse than any pain I had ever felt, without the exception of losing Braelynn of course. It was just something that I prayed I would never have to endure. I didn't know how long I would be able to survive without him.

Sadly, I was ripped away from the thoughts of my wonderful mate only for my ears to be filled with the loud voice of Samuel Witwicky.

"Okay. Let's go over it again," he stated.

I groaned. Not again.

"When the dawn alights the Dagger's Tip, three kings will reveal the doorway," both he and Simmons recited in unison.

I sighed and sat up in my seat.

"That's what he said. Do you know what it means?" I asked.

Sam shook his head. "No, what does it mean?"