No Rest For the Wicked → Transformers

Together Again

*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.*

It had never felt so good to be home. Well, technically I wasn't home but it certainly felt like it. Our new house was set up much the same as our old house regarding furniture and all, but that was it.

I loved this new house though. The structure was two stories and though the old house was two stories as well, this one was much bigger; it had a basement which my dad used as a literal home theatre. I loved it so much.

Other than that it was like a palace to me. My mom had always talked about having a house like this one and I was happy she finally got what she wanted; it also meant I was now living in my dream house as well.

The other thing I liked about it was that it was secluded, much like ours back in Washington state had been. And I also had my own bathroom! I had no earthly idea how they were able to afford such and extravagant house, but I didn't care; I was in love with it.

Currently I was sitting on the couch with Ironhide and Adalyn. Since we had got home I had been in the same spot: sitting beside Ironhide with both of my legs wrapped around his body as if I were a big baby. I held onto him tightly, afraid he would disappear from me again.

Due to being sick, I had been falling in and out of sleep since we left the base. It was so bad it got to the point where Adalyn had to drive me home while Ironhide and my dad followed. After that whole ordeal with Galloway, everything had sort of calmed down. Everyone at the base also seemed more than happy that I had shown up, mostly due to the fact that I revealed Galloway's potential career expulsion.

I wasn't even in any kind of legal trouble for what I had done either and I didn't know why considering I had broken a guy's arm, threatened three more, and slammed one's head into a metal pole. There was no way that I was complaining about it though. All of them deserved it.

My head was resting on Ironhide's shoulder and I was fighting to keep my eyes open. He and Adalyn were focused closely on the flat screen TV in front of us while my parents and Annabelle were off somewhere else in the house doing who knows what.

I closed my eyes. I was more than ready to fall asleep but before I could slip away, the sound of a phone's ringtone sounded. I made a face as the chorus of "Birthday Sex" by Jeremih flooded through my ears. Hide tensed up and Adalyn laughed. I absolutely hated that song.

"Ew, what the fuck?" I croaked. I sneezed into my arm.

"It's your phone," Adalyn chirped.

The bitch must have changed my ring tone. I groaned and reached over to get my phone off of the coffee table. In a hurry to silence the ring tone, I answered the phone, not even bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello?" I asked with a cough. The frantic sound of Sam Witwicky's voice filled my ears and I winced.

"Azalea! Are you okay? Are you in jail? I need you to tell me everything and I need you to tell me now!" the boy exclaimed.

I sighed. My voice wasn't going to last that long. "Stop fucking yelling. You're giving me a headache," I whined.

I leaned my now aching head back onto Hide's shoulder and he rubbed my arm.

"Sorry. But anyways, how did it go?" he asked me.

"Firstly I would like to make a point. How on earth would I be in jail if I answered my phone?" I inquired dumbly.

The line was silent for a moment.

"I was in the moment."

I chuckled but it came out more as a wheeze than anything else.