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by Faithy on Wed Aug 15, 2007 3:33 am
A few more minutes passed of uncomfortable silence. Rolling her eyes, Isis walked over to where Sam and Mikaela were leaning against Bee. Taking position on the left side of Sam, she tilted her head with a slight smirk. It seemed odd, the three of them standing there so calmly among what the government called aliens. Still, there they were and it was time to make idle chat. Prodding Sam in the ribs, Reign smiled softly. More silence ensued until Mikaela finally broke the silence.
”So, odd times, huh? Us three together, I mean.”
Shaking her head, Isis couldn’t help but agree. Well, more in the fact that she and Mikaela wouldn’t be hanging out together. Well, they would have, if she continued with her popular route, but she didn’t. Sam was different. The two used to hang out before everything with her parents happened. After that, they really didn’t talk. She missed him, a lot. Leaning her head against his shoulder, the teen relaxed a great deal. Mikaela knew better to be jealous considering Sam told her about his relationship or lack thereof with Isis. The two knew what it was like to find out about the Autobots for the first time and how stressful it truly was.
“Yeah… but it feels so right. Ya’ know? Like it’s meant to be… everything is falling in as it should be.”
As she relaxed against Sam, she glanced at Sunstreaker, taking note of him watching her closely. He was so protective of her and while that would normally piss her off, it was like the opposite with him. The same could be said with Sam and now with Mikaela. Her little niche of friends grew immensely to include those two and in time, would probably extend to the other Autobots as well. Winking at Sunstreaker, she bit back a snicker when he first widened his optics in confusion before winking back at her. Moving from Bee to the ground, the three stretched out. Leaning back against the ground, her elbows beneath her body, Isis stretched both long legs out in front of her. Yawning widely, it suddenly dawned on her just how little sleep she had been getting.
"This is Metron. Decepticons landing in my position, requesting immediate reinforcements, engaging."
Arching a slight brow, Isis glanced over at Sunstreaker and then Prime in curiosity at what their response would be. No matter where Sunstreaker went, she would go. It surprised her that Prime told Sunstreaker to stay back for now. Even Sunstreaker seemed a bit put out about the whole thing. Sliding up to her feet after Prime took off away from the group, Reign wandered over to where Sunstreaker was. Climbing back into his hand in order for him to raise her up to his shoulder again, the eighteen year old grinned. Leaning against his head, she yawned once again. It wasn’t that she was bored, well, not entirely. After what seemed like an eternity, the teen leaned closely against his head to whisper a suggestion.
”Baby… we should go help. Bee can stay behind with Mikaela and Sam. I am itching for some action.”
Sunstreaker grinned and nodded. Leaping into his hand while he lowered her to the ground, Isis grinned as well. Stepping backwards away from him, Reign glanced over at her two buddies. Grinning even more, she knew they understood what was happening. The moment Sunstreaker transformed back into his yellow Lamborghini form and opened his door, the teen jumped inside. Closing the door behind her seconds before he took off down the street, a slight squeal slipped from her lips. Seat belting herself in for more of a secure feeling, she peered out of the windshield at the road as it sped by. Leaning forward a little bit in anticipation, she wondered what the battle was going to be like. Give her an Uzi or something and she’d definitely kick some ass without being smashed, of course. Skidding to a stop, Sunstreaker opened his door just outside of the battle zone. Climbing out instants before he changed back into his robotic form, the two warriors nodded to each other before scanning the situation. Noticing tanks and other military devices, Isis took off like a shot, weaving around all of the destruction. Her emerald orbs took in an unused Uzi with a great deal of glee. Snatching it up, Isis climbed up onto an overturned tank carefully in an attempt to spot something to shoot while Sunstreaker continued scouting.
"...la manière vraie au coeur d'un homme est de six pouces de métal entre ses nervures"
The worst part is... I would still die... for you.
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