Transformers: Moments

Guardian’s engine rumbled in a lazy purr as I lay against her side, sheltered from the outside world by her large form.

Staring at the glyphs on my palms, I mused over their meanings.

My right palm read ‘Death’, which made sense, considering it shifted into a cannon, while my left read ‘Rebirth’.

What could that mean?

Remembering the burn on my chest, I traced the third glyph idly, recalling the meaning: ‘Life’.

“ Keara? ”

Sighing, I let my head fall back into her side, half-smiling at her concerned expression.

“Things keep getting so complicated…”

“ Oh, femmeling… ” The cybercat cooed, nuzzling my side.

“ Everything will turn out alright… ”

“And if it doesn’t?”

My eyes burned with tears, and I rubbed in a futile attempt to keep from crying.

“Wh-What am I supposed to do? Wh-What if I try to put Jazz back and I just mess up and he dies for real because I can’t handle that Guardian I just can’t-!”

‘Whoa, calm down!’ Jazz soothed, calming the pounding of my spark against my ribcage.

‘Ya won’t mess up, Angel.’

‘H-How can you be so sure?’ I wondered, unable to keep my chest from shuddering with repressed sobs as Guardian purred comfortingly.

‘I trust ya. Everyone knows that if ya put yer mind to it, ya get the job done.’

Trembling, I hugged Guardian around the neck, curling into her warm plating.

‘I’m not a miracle-worker…’

‘Maybe, but I know yer not gonna give up; that’s enough for me.’

A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth as the episode passed.

‘…Thanks, Jazz.’

‘Anytime, little lady.’