Invisible String

Out Of The Woods

"Here you go. Go put it on and we can head over to the station." Dorothy smiled at you. You muttered a small "Thank you." and walked to the downstairs bathroom to change. You closed the door and looked in the mirror. You sighed as you studied the red marks the spider thing had left you on your arms and legs. They had faded slightly, but you still bore a large angry red mark on your leg. It was where you were grabbed twice. You were surprised there weren't any blisters running along your ankle. The marks were still warm to the touch. You sighed as you remembered your second day of recovering.

You had been led outside by the two human children. They wanted to give you a tour around the barn yard. They wanted to introduce you to everyone, this time with less yelling. In the end, the seven of them were prancing around the yard while you rested on a haybale. You had been wearing a pair of comfy sleep shorts since they had literally dragged you out of bed. You studied the red marks on your legs until you heard the sound of a helicopter, followed by two loud thumps coming from the road. You followed the sound to see Megatron lowering Dorothy onto the ground.

They looked like they were debriefing about their most recent successful mission. You stole a few glances at the gray robot as you waited for Dorothy to notice you. You practically followed her around like a lost puppy. The feeling of being watched washed over you. Your eyes looked over to see a disgusted look on Megatron's face. He was looking at your bright wounds. It felt like you had been thrown on the ground when his gaze met yours. It was hardly a second before he looked away, faster than a lightning strike. After that incident, you had made sure to wear pants when you knew he was going to be around. You didn't know why, but you cared about his opinion.

There was this pull you felt towards him that you couldn't shake. You had chalked it up to you having a "Hero" crush on him since he was the one that saved you. You hated the gushy feeling, so it was nice when you had days like today where the chance of running into him was low. If Dororthy was taking you to her job site, then it most likely meant he was out on some sort of solo mission.

You hated the fact that you could figure all of that in the short time you had been around. It made you feel pathetic to care so much about someone's whereabouts when you had just met.

You finished dressing yourself and looked at your refection in the mirror. Before you were swallowed into this dimension, your skin was practically gray, and your hair was always tangled. Here, you were almost glowing, and your hair looked healthy and soft. You didn't have any blemishes on your face and your eyes were bright almost too bright. Your eye lashes had become more defined, as well as a light consistent blush on your cheeks that made you feel more youthful than when you were a kid.

A knock on the door started you. You opened it to meet Dorothy's smiling face. It amazed you to see someone so full of life before the sun had fully risen.

"I was starting to worry that you fell into the mirror or something." You felt your checks get warm. This wasn't the first time you had gotten lost looking at yourself. It wasn't that you were egotistical, you just thought sometimes that the face you saw in the mirror would change if you looked long enough. You were quieter than you would have been back in your home dimension. It felt like you could never find the right words.

"Let's head out. Lots of work to do." She said, saving you from having to talk about your feelings. You nodded, silently, and followed the woman to her truck. It was a little chilly out since the sun was still low in the sky, but it soothed the marks on your body, so you didn't complain.

"How are you feeling?" Dorothy looked to you. You caught her stare.

"Better." Your voice was low and hoarse.

"How are the marks? We are still trying to figure out why you would have that kind of reaction to them. We think it was because of the poison." You could hear the motherly concern in her voice. "They look like they are fading." Her voice still had a tinge of worry to it.