In looks, of course she's gotten older. Thinner, in some ways; sharper from stress, but more grown up. Almost twenty four now, different clothes, hair cut shorter, scar on her wrist-
Humans grow up.
The click might as well have been a gunshot. Mikaela starts, nearly dropping her keys, hands coming up over her mouth.
"No. No no no..."
But there are no Decepticons waiting in the piles of scrap. Only a dirty looking truck with unlocked doors.
It doesn't match.
The cab is all wrong.
There is no mark, Autobot or Decepticon.
But the feeling...
She steps closer, hand coming up to rest on the battered grill, tears welling up out of her eyes. It's warm.
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Date: 2014-08-29 07:14 pm (UTC)Humans grow up.
The click might as well have been a gunshot. Mikaela starts, nearly dropping her keys, hands coming up over her mouth.
"No. No no no..."
But there are no Decepticons waiting in the piles of scrap. Only a dirty looking truck with unlocked doors.
It doesn't match.
The cab is all wrong.
There is no mark, Autobot or Decepticon.
But the feeling...
She steps closer, hand coming up to rest on the battered grill, tears welling up out of her eyes. It's warm.