Invisible String

Enchanted

You dressed and then threw your hair up into a ponytail. That way it would stay out of your face as you worked around your house. Today was the day you were going to finish unpacking. You started by walking around your place, opening all the windows to let the late summer air in. You took a deep breath in as the smell of dew and grass drifted into your apartment. You contently walked to your kitchen and started on your breakfast. You figured a bowl of cereal would fulfill your hunger needs and as you made that for yourself, a debate started in your mind. Part of you wanted to sit outside and enjoy the morning warmth, but the other part of you felt awkward from falling asleep in the middle of your conversation with the mech the night before. You decided that the fresh air was worth it and caried your bowl and a cup of whatever to your deck area. You had moved a chair and small table out there the night before and it pleased you to see they weren't soaked from early morning dew.

You enjoyed a few bites of your food before you remembered there was supposed to be a helicopter robot man outside your house. Maybe he found the fugitive he was looking for. An unexpected pang in your heart had you looking up when you heard the sound of metal moving and whooshing around. You saw the faint outline of your protector and felt your blood pressure increase. You saw that he sat transformed all night under your bedroom window. It made you feel bad since you slept on the couch, but you tried to snap out of it. Thinking to yourself that he was only there because it had the most room for him to sit all night and he didn't do it to be closer to you while you slept.

You watched him stretch and admired the sharp points of his frame that clicked perfectly into place. You could see the metal joints in his hips settle as he took a step to turn around. Before you could look away, your eyes were locked in with his red ones. You felt like a deer in headlights as he walked closer to your stoop, stopping just far enough that if you ran to the edge and reached your arm out, you wouldn't quite be able to touch him. You wanted to tell him good morning or hello or anything but instead you just sat and stared, rarely blinking.

Finally, you broke eye contact by blinking and looking away from his ruby optics and, in the silence, you felt your face get warm. You wanted to say something, anything, to stop the awkwardness but he beat you to it.

"Did you sleep well?" His voice had no quiver, but you could sense a nervousness to it.

"Uh yeah, I slept fine." You lied. You knew if you told him the truth, he might ask you what kind of dreams had kept you up and you weren't ready to unpack any of that. Not even to yourself.

"I didn't. I kept waking up. For my kind having one dream is rare let alone one every few hours." He said while crossing his arms and leaning on your building. He shot you a look that you didn't catch long enough to figure out what it meant. You wondered if maybe he had the same dreams you had. Maybe your house was on a lei line or something. You hoped, then again, maybe it was just a coincidence. A flash of one of your dreams popped in your head and you tried to hide the blush by turning away.

You could feel his stare and for a split moment you wished he was still acting like he was ignoring you. The moment passed and that's when you decided you were done with your breakfast. You made your way inside and put the dirty dishes in your sink, promising yourself you would wash them later. You wiped your hands on a towel and readied yourself for another exhausting day of carrying your stuff in your apartment. You propped your front door open and started down your entryway stairs.

The ground was slightly muddy in front of your rented storage container that held the rest of your belongings. You unlocked the tailgate and pushed it up only for a loud groan to leave your being.

"Fu..." You let out a sigh as you stopped yourself from cursing. Everything that touched the bottom was soaked through. It was mostly clothes and/or cleaning supplies, but the feeling of dread washed over you, nonetheless. You cursed at yourself for making an exclamation out loud as you felt the rumbles of Megatron's footsteps get closer. There were only a few boxes that you could see were completely dry and you pinched the bridge of your nose as you turned around, facing Megatron. You couldn't tell if the look on his face was one of concern or amusement.