No Rest For the Wicked → Transformers

Lonely Night

*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.*

I spent the ten hour ride back to Princeton mostly crying and sleeping. After crying with Sam for two straight hours, it finally exhausted me and I fell asleep right in his arms.

Ironhide was supposed to come back to New Jersey with me yet here I was sleeping inside of Chevy Suburban that held no significance to me at all. This pain I felt was absolutely awful. I was no longer whole. My other half was literally ripped away from me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Normally when he and my dad were away with their jobs, I was upset but I wasn't nearly as upset as I was at this very moment. When he was away, I knew that I would see him again. This time I had no clue whether or not I'd ever see him again and it literally made my heart ache.

There was a hand on my shoulder and then I was being shaken. I opened my eyes and looked around. We were still in the car only we had stopped moving. I could make out the many trees that were surrounding us as well as the very familiar bell tower. It seemed as if we had returned back to school.

I sighed and sat up. After rubbing the sleep and the dried tears out of my eyes, I opened my door and hopped out of the car. The evening air was crisp but was fairly warm while the wind blew my hair into my face. Three more car doors could be heard opening and shutting and I turned to see my dad, Leo, and Sam making their way to me. It had just dawned on me that I never even got to say goodbye to Mikaela before we left. This made me frown.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Aside from the obvious factor, I just realized that I never got to say goodbye to Mikaela," I answered him.

"Don't worry about that. She said she'll be back here within the next few days or so," Sam told me.

I smiled at this. "It's about time I heard some good news."

My dad came over to me and placed a hand on my arm. "I'm so sorry that this happened to you, Azalea."

I hugged him tightly. "Don't apologize. It isn't and never will be your fault," I told him.

He rubbed my back comfortingly. "I know. I just hate seeing you so broken. You're Azalea Lennox; you're tough," he said softly.

I pulled away from him with a small smile on my face. He raised a hand to wipe my face with his thumb. Crying had become such a pattern for me that now I didn't even realize I was doing it. It was quite strange actually.

"I can't say that I'm going to be okay because I know that I'm not, but I'm going to try not to spend the remainder of my human life sulking over this. I just can't," I told him.

He ruffled my hair. "I love you, kiddo."

"I love you, dad."

He sighed. "Now I have to get back to base. I trust that you're in good hands?" he teased as he looked from Leo to Sam.

I chuckled. "If anything, they're in good hands."

The boys scoffed and my dad laughed.

"I'll see you in a few months, okay? I'll call you tonight when I arrive back at base," he told me. I nodded and he kissed my head before heading back over to the driver's side. "Bye Azalea. Bye boys," my dad parted.

I smiled and waved to him before he drove off. My attention was now focused on the two boys who stood awkwardly in front of me.

"I don't know what to do now. I'm at a crossroads," I spoke softly.