*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

It was nearing two o'clock in the afternoon and I was bored beyond belief. An old movie was playing on the TV just like normal; you could never really find anything worth watching anymore. I was the only one even at home. . .well, technically. My mom left to go to work almost eight hours ago, Annabelle was at day care, and Ron and my father had been asleep since nine o'clock this morning. These past few days they've done nothing but worry about me, and don't get me wrong, I love that they're finally taking the time to rest. Right now I just didn't have anyone to talk to so I would've been perfectly fine with them waiting until after I fell asleep.

At the moment I was sitting on the couch, my father's feet resting on my lap. I was waiting on Ratchet to arrive. He had called my dad earlier this morning to tell him that he would be here at approximately three-thirty to begin my rehabilitation session. I wasn't really all that thrilled about it, but I knew that I needed it so I wasn't complaining.

The thoughts from yesterday were still so dense inside my mind and sitting in near silence made them almost impossible to ignore. I was still working on trying to figure everything out but this concussion was making things incredibly difficult. For now I was in great need of a mind cleansing and I knew exactly how to accomplish that.

I carefully lifted my father's legs off of me so I wouldn't wake him. I laid them down on the couch and grabbed my crutches from the side of the couch. Quietly, I hobbled over to the front door and opened it slowly so I wouldn't wake the two sleeping men.

It felt so nice to be out in the warm spring air after being stuck in a house for nearly two weeks. Everything was just like it was ten days ago aside from my mother's car sitting in the driveway and the cloudy sky overhead. My dad's truck, or Ironhide as I and my dad liked to call it was parked in its normal spot. The trees were blooming with spring flowers and the grass was looking much greener than it had been.

I smiled at the scenery and began hobbling over to one of my favorite places in the world: the gun shed. I wasn't even supposed to be doing this right now. Ratchet had given me a long list of things that I wasn't supposed to do and shooting was among those. The only reasons I had for even defying his rules was because my two bodyguards were fast asleep, Ratchet wasn't here and I needed to clear my head before I ended up going crazy.

After grabbing my equipment bag from the closet I loaded it up with my usual: the Beretta M9 and my SIG-Sauer P228. I quickly grabbed the supplies needed for the two guns and headed back out. Climbing up the hill was fairly hard but after a few minutes of crawling and struggling for air, I finally made it to the post.

I stood up and placed my crutches by the tree behind me before removing the two guns from my bag and loading them. Soon everything was situated and I was ready to shoot. I put on my goggles and picked up the SIG-Sauer.

Carefully, I aimed it at the target and shot a round. The bullet missed the bulls eye but that was no surprise to me. It had been around two to three weeks since I've been out shooting, and I could tell that I was a little rusty. It was still serving its purpose though.

I aimed again and shot two rounds this time. The first bullet missed but the second one hit the bulls eye directly causing me to smile cockily. I decided it would be fun to shoot the rest of the bullets so I did. Only three of them missed the bulls eye so at the moment I was feeling pretty proud of myself. Soon I picked up my Beretta and began to shoot it.

I shot about seven rounds and as I shot my eighth a vivid image of the silver robot from my dreams appeared directly in front of me, his crimson red eyes boring into mine. I shifted backwards and dropped my gun and my goggles to the ground sending an incredibly loud shot ringing through my ears. The robot smiled evilly as he pointed his gun towards me. I closed my eyes hoping that it was just another one of those images from yesterday but when I opened them again he was still there, this time he was moving closer to me. I let out a loud scream and soon enough I was on the ground holding my now aching head in my hands. The tears spilled out of my closed eyes and I began rocking back and forth.

"Somebody help me. Somebody help me. Somebody help me," I whispered to myself.

I could feel the earth trembling beneath the bot's footsteps. By now I could hardly breathe because of how much I was crying; not only because of the robot, but because of my head and my knee.

Suddenly I felt someone touch my shoulder and I screamed. Another hand touched me and this time I opened my eyes to see what or who it was. I jumped back at the sight of Ron kneeling down in front of me. He gave me a cautious look and I immediately jumped into his arms. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around me. I gripped his shirt as hard as I could and cried.

"He was here. He was going to kill me," I cried to him.

"Who?" he asked me.

"The robot. He was here. I saw him," I answered him.

I could feel him tense up.

"Azalea, there was nothing here. Trust me. I would've known," he assured me.

I looked up at him. "But you were asleep. You and dad both. There's no way you could've known."

He sighed. "We heard the guns, Azalea. We came out here and all we saw was you lying on the ground crying your eyes out. I think it was just another image," he told me.

I relaxed a little bit and looked over to see my dad placing all of my equipment into the bag. He met my eyes and shook his head at me causing me to frown.

"It was so real," I told Ron.

"I know, Lea."

Ron began to pull me up from the ground, but my knee buckled under the weight causing me to fall back down only for Ron to catch me before I actually hit the ground. I thanked him and began walking over to retrieve my crutches, only to actually fall this time. I whimpered and felt a pair of arms lifting me up. Ron chuckled at me before picking me up bridal style and heading down the hill.

"What about my crutches?" I asked him.

"Your father will retrieve them for you," he answered me.

I sighed. "Is he angry with me?"

"More annoyed than angry. He isn't the only one though," he informed me.

I just frowned. He put me down as he approached the front door of the house. He opened the door and placed an arm around my waist before lifting me slightly off the ground and carrying me inside the house. He placed me on the couch and sat down in the recliner. After a few moments of silence, the front door opened and my dad walked in holding my crutches in his hand. He placed them behind the couch and sat down at the opposite end of the couch.

"I'm sorry," I said.

He looked at me.

"We are doing everything that we can to help the healing process go by faster but all you're doing is making it worse for yourself. When you're told not to do something don't do it, Azalea," he scolded me.

"I just needed to clear my head and that's normally what happens when I take the time to go shoot. I didn't think you'd wake up."

"You didn't think that the ear piercing sound of gunshots merely six hundred feet away from us would wake us?" he asked with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes. "I guess it slipped my mind," I said.

"Obviously. Now what was that little episode you were having up there? Did you have another vision type thing?" he asked me.

I scrunched my face up. Just remembering it scared me half to death.

"Something like that."

He sighed. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head. My headache was still there and my knee hurt like hell.

"What's the matter?" he asked me.

"If I tell you you'll just yell at me. All I'm saying is that I could really use a couple of those fancy pills right about now," I answered him.

Ron got up to fetch my pills and I laid down.

"I'm sorry, dad."

He gave me a small smile. "Just stop doing stupid shit, Lea. We're trying to help you believe it or not," he laughed.

I smiled at him. Ron came back with a glass of water and two pills in his hand. I took them and swallowed them before drinking the water.

"Thank you, Ron," I said with a smile.

"No problem, kid."

Soon I was fast asleep.

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