Can't Run Away Forever

[illdriveyoushoot]

She takes the bus now, more often than not.

She'd sold her old bike, dragged her dad off for a 'new start'; pretty much vanished off the grid for a while. Mikaela had done as much as she'd been allowed to do, to get away and keep from being found.

Keep from being found by her friends, at least.

A part of her - the bitter part - is sometimes upset that they never did. That they never tried, never suspected. But then again, the way she had broken up with Sam, real and so very angry...

That same bitter part, while upset, isn't surprised she'd been so easily forgotten.

And then Chicago had happened, freedom had come with a price for everyone, and...

Well. Being left alone was more understandable, after that.

So now Mikaela takes the bus, to and from her little backwoods, podunk gas station/convenience store/one-car garage quick-e-mart, the best she can get on just a highschool degree in this economy, expunged record or not. She does register and occasional garage work, and she has a good shot at making manager in the spring. Her dad has his own place, finally, moving in with a woman with little patience and no tolerance for his crap.

She's too good for him, and Mikaela is happy for them.

But being on her own leaves her with too much time to think, and despite no lack of offers, hints, and the same old innuendos, she's had no one since Sam. She's lonely, and alone in a world where no one remembers or cares who she is or what she's given up.

In short, it sucks, and playing at 'normal' isn't at all what it's cracked up to be.

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[oneshallstand]

Injured Big Buddha stubbornly trying to reroute power to the holomatter as a matter of pride before sighing, and then letting it stay off. "I had...planned to rest here for a while," he admits after a few moments, "and to allow my self-repair to do what it could."

That's not really an answer.

"There was a combat," he adds after a few moments more, "and Ratchet is elsewhere. I will have him see to my injuries once we are able to reunite."

It may be something in his tone, but it sounds like it might not be for a while.

[illdriveyoushoot]

It really isn't a very good answer.

"Sounds like they can't really wait."

Mikaela made a face when the holoform vanished, before turning her attention back toward Optimus' dash in lieu of having anything defined to stare at. She took a deep breath, which still rattled a bit, steadying herself from her earlier upset.

"Look. I still don't know what all is going on - and I want to - but if Ratchet is a ways out... You need to get the big stuff repaired at least, and this is not the best place to work in. Or even to hide in."

She gestured out his windows toward the scrap piles, which were bound to have people poking around throughout the day.

"Can you move at all? There is a garage down the street where I work. I can put you on the 'work list' and you can hide out in the back until after close, where I can try to do what I can."

Because there is no question that she will help.

[oneshallstand]

Sorry, Mikaela, he can't quite get it back up right now. Try again later.

"I am...hesitant...to put you in any danger. Especially with what you have already gone through, Mikaela."

Hesitant? Reluctantly realizing he may have no choice but to accept her offer, if only from a logical standpoint. Emotionally is another story, and these last few years have not been kind to his psyche.

Can he risk endangering one of the few allies they have left?

[illdriveyoushoot]

Oh, she will. Gotta make sure you're healthy and everything...

Mikaela huffs, giving the armrest a light smack. Then she coughs a little, surprised at the amount of dust it brings up.

"Optimus, if you're trailing danger, I'm already kind of sitting in the center of it."

She rolled her eyes, gesturing around to his cab in exasperation.

"But like I said, I didn't have a choice about leaving. I didn't want to leave. But I want to help. I'm not just...gonna leave you here, breaking all to pieces."

Please let her back in she's missed you guys so much.

[oneshallstand]

Yes, he felt that smack. Optimus makes a sound that, in better circumstances, could have been amused. As it is now...

Now, it's almost resigned.

"I am in no position to decline your offer...but I say so again that I do not want to put you in danger. My self repair is capable of restoring me."

Over time, time he doesn't have. It's with no small wryness that he speaks again-

"I cannot say that I am ungrateful."

[illdriveyoushoot]

"Yeah, sure it is. And how long will that take?"

She shakes her head, not even waiting for a direct answer. She gives his dash a pat.

"Didn't think you were, big guy. But you're coming over and I'm going to see what I can do, at the very least."

Confidence and poise turning, Mikaela pops out her phone as she talks, using the camera to fix her blotchy and tear-ruined makeup.

She has a shift she's late to at this point, after all. And she's going to have to prep the garage for him.

"I don't think I've forgotten everything Ratchet taught me in the past few years."

She manages a grin, directing it to the cab at large.

[oneshallstand]

Once he understands what she's doing with her phone, there's a tiny squeak as his rearview mirror tilts towards her in an attempt to help. If she wishes to fix her paint...

"I am glad to hear that, as well," he wryly says, watching her recover. "And Ratchet, I am sure, when he hears of it."

A moment of pause.

"I can meet you at your garage before sunset, if that will be acceptable. And- if I may-"

Look, Mikaela. Your phone just pinged. He may or may not have just attempted to send you a text message, homing in on its frequency. The callback number is, predictably, UNKNOWN.

[illdriveyoushoot]

She glances up, grin turning softer at the offered mirror. She accepts with laugh, 'painting' herself more quickly with the freed up hand.

"I admit, a 'trial by fire' like this wasn't exactly what I was expecting, to make sure I wasn't rusty..."

She looks a little teary-eyed again as she glances at the text. Sam either changed his number or blocked her eventually, she found out after a rare time where her courage failed. She hadn't been able to get a hold of anyone after Chicago, and without a real way to get in contact with any of the 'bots...

She'd been cut off.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. I better be able to text you back with this."

She shakes the phone at him, before rattling off the address of the garage. Then she's fluffing up her hair and gently easing herself out of the cab with a cautious glance around.

She pauses outside, hand on his door.

"...Don't disappear on me, okay?"

It's whispered, and she bites her lip, staring up at his battered frame.

[oneshallstand]

"It will relay back to me." Assuming he understands the technology right. It's not so much a direct link to his comm as one that pings a familiar frequency; perhaps Ratchet can adjust the device, if they meet up again...

Not if. When, he tells himself. They may be in difficult times, but for his peoples' sake, he has to act as though all of them will make it through unscathed.

As Mikaela slips out, the door closes with only so much prompting from her- and this time, the locking of the doors is far quieter than it had been, Optimus making a deliberate attempt to mask the sound. Mikaela is one of the few humans, period, he's comfortable with inside of him- he'd rather not invite more, and then she pauses and so does he.

And then, as he had before- a soft rumble of his engine.

I won't.

[illdriveyoushoot]

The rumble was apparently enough to satisfy her, because Mikaela leaves with a faint smile on her lips.

Then, the only thing left to do is wait.

Getting through a shift knowing what is waiting for her after is torture, of course. But she is high enough up on the retail food chain to stick the new kids on the registers while she preps the garage between waves of customers. It's not the best maintained place in the world - they don't even have a regular, full time mechanic, as Mikaela herself pulled double duty with both cashiering and running the oil changes that trickled in.

But it has a lift, and blinds for the bay windows, and a easily-disabled security camera. It will do.

She gives Optimus a text near closing, once she's shooed everyone else out for the night - and secured a copy of the manager's keys.

[oneshallstand]

Most of the day, for Optimus, is waiting as well- waiting, and when given an opportunity (he deliberately put himself in a position shielded against cameras), taking steps to dislodge himself. Slowly, as quietly as he can make it, and as night fully falls only then actually making some real progress.

When Mikaela texts him, he pulls up the map he'd looked at earlier- then responds with a general ETA. He's about a minute earlier than that, holomatter stubbornly back on as he follows her directions inside.

[illdriveyoushoot]

She rushes closing up the store as best as she can. The place is left a little messier than usual - but this is way more important that retail work. Disabling the garage cameras is easy enough - they only kick on when the motion sensors for the lights goes off, so Mikaela isn't worried and just turns them off entirely.

It's a temporary solution, of course. Who knows how long it will take her to even manage the most basic of repairs? But until then, she draws the blinds in the garage, opens the back bay door, and motions the already-arrived Optimus inside.

Now that he's not half buried under scrap, she can see more of him - and it's not a pretty sight.

"Damn. Optimus. Damn, what happened?"

[oneshallstand]

Not really, no. There's what looks like actually bullet holes in him, possibly by bullets that aren't even human-made. And as soon as he's inside, the hologram flickers off, Optimus hesitating a few moments more before starting to transform.

And if he looked unpretty before, this looks outright painful.

The Prime ends up in a crouch, vents cycling harshly as a bit of fluid leaks from a half-healed torn line. The problem with self-repair is that sometimes...it doesn't always work the way one would want, or simply not well enough.

But he seems stable, if nothing else, and surely that counts for something.

Leaning back, reaching for the leak, he looks down at his hand for a moment before back at Mikaela, clearly still uncomfortable with the whole situation. "We were attacked," he says simply, it being as good an explanation as any.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"Holy crap."

Mikaela's hands go up over her mouth in shock - and it's not solely because of Optimus' copious injuries. Just mostly.

The awed feeling of being up close to one of the guys again, when they transform - especially the big ones - especially Optimus - is something she'd thought she'd never see again.

God, she's missed this.

...Even if she never wants to see one of Optimus' transformations end up looking like that again, either.

"Yeah. Uh. I can see that."

She's at a loss for a long moment, not even sure where to start - before she gathers her wits along with a pile of tools, and clambers over to his side.

"Sit down already. What's most critical right now?" She eyes that leak, trying to trace the source and identify the type of fluid.

[oneshallstand]

He can sit. Sitting is good. Optimus's vents cycle one final time as he eases himself down, not-quite-hunched over but close. This is about as safe as he'll be; there's no point in him stressing, because if he's chosen poorly...

He'll know soon enough. (He can't not keep the thought in his processor, however small and poisonous it remains. He wants to be able to feel safe, but when enemies are coming from those he thought were friends...)

"Clearing out the debris," he says after some moments of thought. "There are...pieces, that I could not remove on my own."

[illdriveyoushoot]

Mikaela winces, Optimus' damage, obvious exhaustion, and the implied scope of his words painting a dire picture.

At least it gives her a place to start.

"Right."

She sorts through the tools and sets most of them aside in favor of shoving pliers, wire cutters, and a hammer into her belt, along with attaching a canvas bag for collecting precious bits of broken Cybertronian metal. Dragging over the shop vac, just in case, she stares up, eyeing Optimus's frame for a good place to start climbing.

"Alright I'm heading up."

Placing a careful hand on his shin, she began to pull herself up, gripping onto armor ridges and slipping over massive joints with the ease of quickly-recalled experience.

[oneshallstand]

Dim blue optics watch her prepare, and when she seems ready, he moves his other hand to assist her climb. He's not certain where she's going to start, but he can at least ensure a slip won't result in a painful fall.

Just a short one.

Long experience allows him to stay still even as pain prickles at him; especially with the knowledge that it will soon be relieved. But he does remain relatively quiet, signs of pain restricted to twitches of his facial expression - which, at times, is deliberately pointed away from his impromptu medic.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"Really wish I'd invested in some carabiner clips the first time around..."

Grunting out a thanks for the hand-lift, she aims for the source of that leak first, somewhere nearly under his right arm. Her goal may be to get the debris first, but clearing out the source of that wound.

Pulling on her gloves - some of their fluids weren't exactly protein-friendly - Mikaela nodded up toward the shiny-wet panels up on his side.

"Up here. Lift you arm up if you can, and gimme as much room as possible."

Even as she gives the order- no longer requests, unconciously mimicing her old, green mentor - she's already wiggling hands into the largest joint seam, eyeing Optimus' shrapnel-peppered internals.

"Ugh. You weren't kidding. This is gonna sting."

It's all the warning he gets before she starts plucking at the largest bits of scrap.

[oneshallstand]

The similarity isn't missed. Optimus simply acknowledges with a quiet 'mm', not even hesitating to raise that arm. It's a slightly shaky motion, but with a hand bracing itself on the ceiling-

-well, it braces him for that sting, so all that happens is his hand there clenching in to itself. Scratching the ceiling...well, that would be a bad idea.

"I- trust you are not out of practice."

Vain attempt at conversation? Vain attempt at conversation. If this is her garage, she's clearly kept her skills in some sort of fashion- even if the differences between Cybertronians and simple human vehicles is great, there's at least some similarities.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"With cars and trucks? Never."

Mikaela snorts, up to her neck in plating as she plucks handfuls of slagged shrapnel out of that is obviously a bullet hole.

A giant damn bullet hole.

"With you guys? Way more out of practice than I would like for something like this."

The first few handfuls of scrap she dumps in the sack clatter cleanly, but the more she gathers, the wetter it gets. Occasionally she has to pause to haul out a larger piece, giving Optimus warning when it has to be forcibly dislodged.

"Man, at this rate I'm gonna need a bucket."

She pulls out long enough to give Optimus a disapproving look, chucking another handful into the sack. Her head and shoulders vanish back inside, pliers in hand.

"You never did tell me about what 'cons you were fighting. Going near that line, now."

[oneshallstand]

A vague itch-pain accompanies the debris removal, but the relief that comes with it more than makes up for the discomfort. Even if it does occasionally cause new leaks; slow trickles of grease-like fluid that he only seems so concerned about. If they were larger leaks, he would worry: if they were more numerous, he might. A handful of slow ones while under repair...

They give at least a vague excuse to consider his next words carefully. How much does Mikaela- no. How much can...no, that doesn't suit either.

Optimus sighs heavily, shaking his head as he moves his hand away from the torn line.

"...I am not certain it was only Decepticons."

[illdriveyoushoot]

"...wait, what?"

Mikaela pauses, the core lump of the jagged ballistics shell clutched in a gloved hand. Pulling back, she gives Optimus a look.

"What else would it be?"

But her tone is one of dread rather than complete obliviousness. There are only a few options of what it really could be, and none of them are good.

[oneshallstand]

This is as hard for Optimus to say as it is no doubt for Mikaela to hear. And now he looks back at her, down at her, expression grim and serious.

"In the years since Chicago, ever since the dissolution of NEST- I have begun to receive scattered reports of my people under attack."

A pause.

"Some of those reports have humans as the aggressors, but I had been uncertain to their accuracy until now."

[illdriveyoushoot]

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Mikaela chucks the scrapped shell down, where it lands unerringly in an empty oil pan with a clang. Waving a grime-covered hand, she twists in place, clinging to the side of Optimus' chest

"Too many things at once. NEST was dissolved? Why? Who's bright fucking idea was that? And which humans? Terrorists? Crazy fundies?"

Despite her precarious position, Mikaela manages to cock a leg up, the clean edge of a hand going to her hip.

"I still don't know what all happened with Chicago - they kinda classified a lot of the details about you guys and what went down after the blackout. Can you just...start at the beginning, maybe?"

[oneshallstand]

He probably should have started at the beginning, anyway.

Optimus' optics flicker again- not from loss of power, but from refocusing upon Mikaela as he considers how to structure it. The hand that was at the ceiling comes down slowly, half-spotting her again. She seems steady, and he's feeling...

Not so much better as, perhaps, settled. He's not fully relaxed, but it's as close as he could be. Even with the uneasy subject matter.

"After you left...we were more focused on the Decepticon activity, then looking deeper in to why you had left." Not quite excuse, but they /were/ diverted. "In our efforts, we discovered that the government had been withholding information from us, of Cybertronian artifacts upon Earth- and its moon as well. We then discovered a mech whom I had thought long lost- my mentor, Sentinel Prime."

He has to pause here. This is...hard.

"Though we were at first overjoyed with Sentinel's addition to our ranks, we were being deceived. Sentinel betrayed us all, killing Ironhide, and used Chicago as a point to try and revive Cybertron at the cost of Earth."

Somehow, someway, his voice remains steady. Too steady.

"We stopped him, but the surrounding events shattered most of the trust between the government and the Autobots. NEST was dissolved soon after, and we lost contact with most of our individual allies."