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Unforeseen - Chapter 04

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I don't own Transformers, only my OC's - Mel, Lucas and (very briefly mentioned at this point in time) Jessy.

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Chapter 4



It had become something of a routine. I'd get up, walk to school, use the tech lab during free periods, go to work, walk home, do my homework and then sit outside with my star gazing buddy.

I think most people would call me insane if they heard me referring to a truck as a companion, but that was sort of what he had become. Well, alright. Saying 'he' might be pushing it a little. However it did have a name and Ironhide just did not sound effeminate. Not to mention the model of the vehicle certainly did not scream 'woman' either. So if trucks had genders this one would definitely be male.

Leaning against the driver's side door I stared up at the sky. I still had no idea what any of the constellations were but that did not deter me in the slightest.

"The North Star is in… ursa major? No, I think it's ursa minor," I mumbled aloud. My astronomy class was ridiculous. I was not learning a thing from it. More often than not I used it to sneak text message my Texan friend Jessy. It was the only communication I had with my old home.

"You know any constellations Ironhide?" Talking to the truck was becoming a bad habit. But as long as it never responded I knew I was still, somewhat, sane. Though I must admit, sometimes I did wonder what he would say if he could talk.

A groan emitted from my throat when my eyes began to burned. My queue to get some sleep. I flipped open my cell phone, the clock blared four am. No wonder.

"Bed time for the insomniac." I patted the hood as I walked by. "Good night."


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When I drowsily came down the stairs two hours later I was met by my uncle and a cup of coffee. "I don't want you walking home from work anymore."

"Huh?" It was all I could muster at this accursed hour.

Uncle Will held up the paper. "Someone was nearly killed down town last evening. You'll be picked up from now on." There was no room for argument. Stupid lawless people of the world, I thought. They were depriving me of my exercise.

"Can I still walk to school?"

"Not today," uncle jerked his thumb out the window. "It's pouring."

"Oh." The clouds must have rolled in pretty quickly after I turned in. I don't know how I missed the noise on the roof though. I blamed it on being early.

When uncle was ready we made it to the truck. An umbrella proved useless against the downpour, but I tried anyway. Settling into the passenger's seat I frowned down at my soaked pants. Nothing I could do, they would just have to dry on their own.

Neither of us spoke as he drove. Heat was blaring on my legs, obviously uncle wanted to try and dry me out, but I could not remember him turning it on. I shrugged. He'd probably had done it when I was putting on my seatbelt.

As we ambled down the road, dark memories began attacking my mind. Memories of that day. The black skies and pouring rain weren't helping matters. It had been just like this when it had happened.

Soon enough the school rolled into view. Uncle stopped me as I made to get out. "You sure you're doing alright Mel?"

I must have been looking rather pathetic. It had been a while since he had last asked me that question. I had not spoken to anyone about the nightmare that had brought me to this place and he knew I wasn't sleeping. "I'm fine."

"Mel," he gave me that serious military look.

"Really, I am. I just can't wait to get this thing off," I moved my slung arm. I didn't say it, but I figured he knew, moving on was difficult when the injuries still remained.

"One more week right?"

"Yep," I forced a smile.

"Come here," he bent over, took my face in both hands and placed a kiss on my forehead. Talk about embarrassing! At least it was raining too hard for anyone to see if they had been looking.

"I want you to remember," he looked me clear in the eyes, "Sarah and I love you. If there is anything you need please ask."

A pang of fresh pain hit my heart. All I could do was nod. My voice would have cracked if I tried to say anything.

Pulling the door open I ran through the rain to the refuge of the school.

I don't know if I was running from the pain or storm.


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At the store that afternoon Lucas and I were fiddling with a toy we had been attempting to make over the past few weeks. The job would have been gone much faster if it weren't for the fact we could only work on it during our free periods in school and quiet spells in the store.

All the same I think we were almost done. The toy had the same relative design as an RC car, but, out of amusement, I had convinced Lucas to model it after my uncle's truck. It was pretty accurate.

I called it Little Ironhide.

Our goal was not to make an RC though. We were still working out the kinks for the cannon we wanted to mount in the flatbed. It was meant to launch rockets, but the lighter was acting up.

"Damn it," Lucas threw the toy sized screwdriver on the table. "I just don't get what's wrong."

"It has to be something with the starter," I leaned over the cannon we had dissected.

"We've checked that. Twice."

"I know." I picked up the starting device. "But I'm wondering if something's compromising it when it's put together. I mean, theoretically it should be working fine."

"Theoretically," he echoed.

Lucas's father glanced at us as he walked by, "closing time you two." Lucas sighed.

"Hey. Let me bring it home and fiddle around with it. I tend to stay up late as it is."

"Yeah, sure." Carefully all the cannon's pieces were placed in a container and then into my bag.

It had stopped raining about an hour ago, but dirt and other grime had been tracked in by customers. Lucas took the swiffer from me before I got far. "Go on, I can do this."

"But…"

"You're uncle is waiting outside."

I looked over my shoulder. The truck was certainly out front, but no one was in it. Grabbing my bag I bade both Lucas and his father good night.

There were no signs of my uncle or aunt when I stepped out, so I checked the license plate to be sure. Yep, defiantly my uncle's truck.

"You done peeping kid." A gruff voice made me jump. Whipping around I found a tall, blue eyed, muscular man staring down at me with his arms crossed. He wore camouflage pants and a plain black tee.

"Who –"

"I'm your ride."

"What?" I had never met this guy in my life. Did he really expect me to believe that?

The man rolled his eyes. "Will asked me to get you. He's too busy to have come himself."

Right, I thought, and Ironhide can pick daises. The thought nearly made me laugh. "My uncle let you use his truck?"

"His truck?" the guy snorted. "It hardly belongs to him."

I frowned and he must have realized he'd said something wrong because he quickly added, "Look, kid, it's a military vehicle. It hardly belongs to anyone. If you don't believe me go ahead and waste more of my time by calling your uncle."

"Uh-huh," I nodded, "I think I will." I edged away as I dialed the number. Something about this guy just did not feel right and his attitude was making me nervous.

"Hello?" my uncle's voice came over the phone.

"Hey uncle Will," I pressed up against the wall of the shop, "did you… send someone to get me?"

There was a pause. "Is no one there?"

"No, there is – or at least he claims to be. He's kind of frightening to be honest." The blue eyed man frowned.

Uncle laughed. It was not the sort of response I had wanted or expected. "Bright blue eyes?"

"Yeah…"

"Named Ron Edih?"

I stared at the stranger, "What's your name?"

"Ron," he grunted.

"Full name," my eyes narrowed.

Ron let out an exasperated grumble. "Ron Edih. Are we done with the Twenty Question kid?"

I ignored him. I could hear my uncle trying to restrain his laughter on the other end. "That's what he claims," I spoke into the phone.

"You can trust him," my uncle choked.

"Whatever." I hung up. I did not get what was so entertaining about my situation. Even if this guy was a friend of my uncles, why did he not call and tell me first? Did he really expect me to jump into a car with a stranger?

Ron was watching impatiently. It was quiet clear he wanted to get back to whatever it was he had been doing before picking me up. I stalked over the truck, "I still don't trust you." What reason did I? He had given me nothing but lip from the moment I had met him.

Ron rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. Whatever it was it did not sound English.

The idea of being in a confined space with this guy was not pleasant, but my uncle would kill me if I walked home. So instead I spent the entire trip slouched in my seat, arms crossed as best as I could manage with my sling, glaring out the windshield.

From when I was a little girl I had been trained to never go anywhere with strangers and as a teenager that harping had only gotten worse, to the point where I was told to aim appropriately if I was grabbed. 'Don't be afraid to be menacing if it's necessary,' my parents used to tell me. I was not a particularly volatile person, but if it would keep me safe from harm I would do anything.

I practically leapt from the truck when I got home, slamming the door behind me. At least Ron had spared me the chatter. I would have a nice word with my uncle when he got home tonight.

That stony exterior and gruff voice. I shivered. Not my cup of tea.


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Ron Edih, flip the last name around and you'll get it (if you don't already ^_- ).

And way to go Ron. Grump!

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Two faces swirled in my vision. I didn't recognize either. I felt my heart plummet and fear struck me cold. Who were these strange men and why were they in my bedroom.
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Shining-Galaxy's avatar
Hehehe I still like this chapter because of what Melry and "Ron" Says.