By: Sinead
She was perfect! Well . . .almost perfect. She already seemed to like him, but how? Did she like him like she would like a lover? Or a sibling? Probably never a lover. She was too . . . too what? She seemed only slightly older . . . but then again, there was that other to worry about.
He was a nice guy, really.
So why do I hate him? He can�t be all that bad. But then, she didn�t look at him like she would a lover, either. Unless . . . unless they save their affection until they�re alone.
And they�ve been alone a lot.
Oh, for crying out loud. They could only be friends, can�t they? Well . . . maybe . . .
�Yo! Kiddo! Mind offa da girls, an� on da assignment!�
�Yeah, yeah.�
Stupid rat. Why is he always bugging me? Huh? He always has to bug into everything that I�m doing, no matter what. And not to mention that him and those veterans are always thinking that this is the right things to do. I don�t know who they�re talking about, half the time, and I don�t care. I didn�t know them, and I don�t want to. Why do they feel as if that those memories will heal the injuries, the destruction that . . . that HE brought!
And why? Why did this all have to happen? Why am I the one that had to be here? Why not any of the others?
This can�t be happening. But why?
Why can�t any of the others see my pain?
Why can�t she pay attention to me?
Why can�t they leave me alone?
Why?
Blackarachnia looked at Rattrap, and back at the boy. Cheetor walked up to her. �What�s wrong?�
She shook her head, and indicated the younger boy. Cheetor caught the glare that the boy was shooting him, and winced. �I think that I�ll go see if Big Bot�s doing any better.�
She nodded. �Rattrap! Can you go see if you squeeze any more info out of that computer you found.�
�Yep! Will do, Spider-lady!�
She was alone with the boy. She smiled, and walked over, to lean against the wall by him. �Hey. Can I ask you something?�
He gave a barely-perceptible nod. The older Maximal asked, �What do you have against those two?�
With a glare, he snapped, �They don�t understand. Nobody understands.�
�Hey, have you even asked them?�
�Why should I?�
Blackarachnia smiled sadly. �They should understand.�
�And you would know . . . how?�
�Nightscream, please listen to me. Rattrap and Cheetor have been through more things in the Wars��
�Hunh. The Wars. Who cares? What�s the big deal with that stupid war, anyway?�
Blackarachnia stopped herself from hitting the boy. He was bitter towards himself, and he couldn�t help it. She sighed, and said, �People died, Nightscream. People who we knew intimately died. Rattrap especially. I�m surprised that he hasn�t broken down today.�
�Why?�
�It was a year ago, to us, that his best friend died. He�s been through a lot.�
�I bet that Cheetor hasn�t,� Nightscream growled.
�Nightscream, please. Do you think that he had acted like this for all of the Beast Wars? How old are you?�
�Fourteen,� the younger said quietly.
�He was thirteen. How do you think he coped? Certainly not any better than you.�
Nightscream looked up at her, and she sighed. �Don�t tell him I said that. He wouldn�t like that.�
�You like him, don�t you.�
She smiled. �Of course.�
�Knew it.�
Blackarachnia saw the pattern, and groaned inwardly. �As a friend, a brother, Nightscream. Not like that. And my Spark was taken by another, in the Wars.�
Nightscream looked at his feet, and the older Maximal smiled. �Nightscream . . .�
He looked up at her, and she smiled, ruffling his ears affectionately. �Come on. Chin up. We�ve got patrols to keep.�
He looked up at her face, and let a smile seep through. Maybe . . . maybe after all . . . being friends would be better . . .
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