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11 - Action for Azalea / Text

[He jerks awake. Immediately, his hand goes to his chest, to the back of his head, fingers scrambling over his human form.]

[Everything is whole. Everything intact. There's no rust, no gaping wounds from Sentinel's weapon. Even the scars remain. His body is breathing, it's moving. Its systems are functioning as well as can be expected. Even his hip and shoulder feel better.]

[That's not right.]

[He hadn't made it out of DC. He'd felt everything go dark, felt his systems crumble away while he tried to fight to stand up, to shoot, to act and not let the inevitable happen. They'd been betrayed -- he couldn't lie down and let it happen. He'd tried, he'd tried with every failing piece of his strength to stay online. But it hadn't been enough.]

[And now he's here. Alive.]

[It feels like he's been gone for years. And it was -- since the battle in Egypt, it had been three years... His eyes rest on the 'gear.]

[For a while, he just sits in silence, staring at it, while gradually realizing there are people here who may be concerned for him. His team... his friends... they're beyond his grasp now. That realization in particular feels like a physical blow, and he has to bow his head and breathe for a few minutes longer before he can pull himself back together. His allies. His leader. Everything he'd fought for, everything he'd tried so desperately to return to, was gone.]

[There is no more going back.]

[Finally... Ironhide picks up his 'gear, and taps out a brief, halting message.]

How long was I out? Feels like... |

[He leaves the text unfinished, dropping the 'gear in favor of silence and brooding.]

((ooc: Potential spoilers for Dark of the Moon abound in the post and possibly in the comments.))

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If you knew how to fight, you would not be 'hilarious'.

I think the hilarity was supposed to come from the part where the cops had their asses beat by a five-foot-something blond chick who was foaming at the mouth and swearing at thin air.

But, a lot of my friends do have a weird sense of humor.

... Doing what with your mouth? Clearly.

[Imagine that statement being punctuated by a grunt.]

... Foaming?

Y'know, like rabid animals?





wait


you do know what rabies is, right?

I do now. Twitchy little human with the owls explained it. Sort of.

_{[A brief pause.]}

 ... Oh! 

You've talked to Henry

_{[.... yeah, she's not surprised about that, actually.]

[Henry has regaled herself and Harry with tales of his Rabid Owl Adventures many a time.]}

Yeah, he mentioned that name. You know him?

Yeah, he's my friend.

_{[... And then, because why the hell not, Ironhide knows.]}

he's from my world.




which should pretty much explain the twitchiness.

... Oh. Yeah. That... explains a lot. Or everything.

yeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

_{[Poor Henry. He hadn't even had to go to Silent Hill, either.]

[Silent Hill had COME TO HIS HOUSE.]}

first thing to learn about people who come from where I live is we all tend to have ISSUES.

_{[EVEN THE GOOD GUYS.]}

Someone should have told me where he came from. Would have saved him a lot of trouble.

[No one ever tells Ironhide anything important like that.]

Well, to be fair, it's not like we tell many people about it.

that stuff doesn't exactly make for lighthearted conversation material, y'know


Plus... some of it, you really gotta see to believe.

Even if I already know about that place?

Well


I dunno, Henry's shy

He was hiding in the woods when we found him




plus assuming you were acting like normal, you probably scared him

Hiding... in the woods. I do not scare people.

_[...]

no offense 

but you kinda do

_{[... He doesn't scare HEATHER (much), but.]}

and Henry's sorta scared of EVERYTHING

. . . You saying you are afraid of me?

[He snorts -- not that it translates into text.]

I can tell.

whaaaaaaat

I'm not afraid of ANYTHING




well no I'm afraid of some things, but you're not one of 'em.

_{[... Even if he had scared the living daylights out of her in that dream when he'd decided to shine his headlights down into the gift shop and start booming. If she'd been a cat, at least five of her lives would have skittered off in terror, JUST from that moment.]

[But she doesn't need to bring that up again.]}

but the point is, we're kinda... paranoid? I guess?

Dad and I spent my whole life in hiding

We know things are safer here, but...

old habits die hard

y'know?

_{[Ironhide should feel good, though-- he IS one of the people Heather trusts.]}

Yeah, yeah.

[He won't press the issue. Granted, he does believe her, but even he knows better than to push the "fear" button too much.]

Yeah, guess you would be. . . . 'in hiding'?

_{[Yeah, and to be entirely honest... she's spent most of the last couple weeks scared in various degrees. She'd rather keep up her cheerful facade than let on that her nerves have been slowly fraying down to the last strand.]

[There's another lull before she answers. Not really out of hesitation as much as... trying to put things into words.]}

When I was little, Dad rescued me from the cult


He had to make sure they wouldn't find us again

_{[... Needless to say, if Heather's dream-world and the appearance of old foes in Johto means anything, they did find them again.]}

The whole time I was growing up, he always had to look over his shoulder

Just in case.

_{[Not that it had changed the outcome much in the end... Harry Mason, Public Enemy No. 1 in the eyes of the cult, had run out of tricks and escape routes eventually.]}

[Ironhide's response is delayed. What she's describing is admirable, on her father's part. And he can understand it. He would have done anything in his power to make sure his charges stayed safe.]

[... Would have.]

[Except, he's not dead here. He's still alive, for now.]

[After a long silence, he fiddles with the 'gear, until he gets it set just so. His voice is rough, hoarse.]

I will protect you.

[It isn't that he doubts her ability. It isn't that he thinks she needs protecting from an annoying bookworm.]

[It's a purpose.]

[Something he has to do. Or he really has nothing left.]

_{[As far as Heather's concerned, the world may never know that its strongest man was a diminutive, mild-mannered novelist, but she knows the truth and that'll just have to be good enough. Ironhide no doubt would understand ol' man Mason's determination to keep his adopted child safe.]

[When the speakers come on, it startles her slightly, but she hits the voice button on her own 'Gear.]

[Normally, she might have protested... insisted she could look out for herself, or even tried to reassure him that she'd be fine, she had lots of people looking out for her.]

[But there is something in his voice right now that freezes any notion of saying such before it can so much as try to come out of her mouth. And... truth be told?]

[Lately, she's really been thinking a lot about just how lucky she is to have people who'd do that for her. People like Ironhide.]}

... Thank you.

_{[She can tell that something terrible happened to him when he went back. Not a clue what it is, whether it's something new and devastating or just being re-immersed in the horrors of the war he often spoke of, but it's terrible, whatever it is.]

[So she'll just be saying thanks, completely sincerely.]

[...And you'd better not add anything about it just being a duty, buddy-- she knows that. She's thanking you anyway.]}

[He hears the sincerity. It almost makes him choke. She isn't the one who needs to be thankful. It's his duty. His purpose. Something that's been denied to him now, in his rightful place.]

[Except there are people like Heather, here. Like Kisa. And Cliff and his creatures. Who need him.]

[That someone is letting him be needed, letting him do his duty as an Autobot, as Ironhide... The acceptance has just given the old soldier back one of the core pieces of himself. He's the one who should be thanking her.]

Yeah.

[And, being Ironhide, he can't think of anything to say beyond that.]

[Hopefully the word is enough to convey how he feels. How very grateful he is.]

_{[Aw, old man...]

[It is enough to convey it-- Heather knows he's not a man of many words. And the fact that he's not gruffly insisting that it's just what he does says a lot more to her than anything else does.]}

Once you guys get moving, lemme know if you wind up close to Ecruteak.

I wanna start learning.

_{[After all, wasn't education the best kind of protection when you got right down to it?]}

Yeah... I will. Think Cliffjumper wants to get to that... golden place.

[He has to pause before he can respond. There's silence on the end of his line, except for some shaky breathing.]

['I wanna start learning' hits him harder than expected. There's still some good he can do. Even now...]

Sure. Soon as we get there.

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