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Reagan's world consisted of sunlight, flowers, peace, family and love. Where everyone was good and the world was shining.
Well, that's how she liked to perceive it at least.
Being the natural optimist she is, and the fact her mother was the modern equivalent of a hippy, Reagan Louisa Moore believed that there was good in everyone and everything, even if they seemed lost.
With upbeat pop music playing from her radio, Reagan sat at her dressing table, preparing herself for the day ahead. She was readily dressed in blue denim shorts and matching jacket, white sneakers and a pink vest top. Swiping mascara onto her already luscious lashes that framed her ocean blue eyes, applying some rosy blush onto her cheeks, adding some pink lipgloss to her plump lips. A few colourful bangles slipped onto her wrists, an accompanying pair of white feather earrings clipped to her ears, and to complete her coordinated outfit, she picked up a beautiful pink and white flower crown from its place of pride on her table before setting it carefully upon her head of curly brown locks. A rather unusual accessory but Reagan didn't mind. It made her individual and she didn't mind that if it made her feel happy.
Satisfied that she was ready, she picked up her denim satchel and headed off out to the landing, down the stairs towards the kitchen.
Their home was large and the family needed for nothing. Reagan's dad made sure of that. Being Captain of the entire county police force certainly held financial benefit. But to Reagan that didn't matter.
"Morning dad!--"
Reagan trailed off from her chirpy call, her expression dropping slightly in disappointment as she entered the kitchen to find her father was not there. Her eyes travelled to the fridge, where a note was left pinned to it with a fridge magnet. She plucked it from the fridge hesitantly.
"Working late, be home sometime after 3am. Order dinner in for yourself - Dad."
A soft sigh of disappointment escaped her lips, and disheartened, she set it on the countertop. She wasn't surprised, as this was the norm for her father. Late nights, long shifts, paperwork stacks higher than the coffee table. And a gaping absence in their large home that was uncomfortably quiet as a result.
"Of course you are... Working like always."
It wasn't that she wasn't proud of all her father's achievements. Being a Police Captain was prestigious indeed. She just missed him being there. She missed the feeling of having someone beside her, who would guide and give her companionship. Her mother was no longer around and Reagan didn't mix well with crowds. She felt quite alone.
Shaking the negative thoughts from her head, she picked up her purse off the side and headed for the front door. Not being a fan of greasy takeout food, she decided to head out and pick up some supplies and make a good hearty homecooked meal. Something her dad could pick at too when he eventually returned home.
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Reagan smiled to all those she passed, though few would return it, as she strolled in a relaxed manner down the street. Smiles never cost anything, her mother would always tell her. Despite her being disappointed about her father's absence, again she never let it ruin her mood and how she is acted around others.
Walking down to the end of the street where the food shops were, her smile faltered when she noticed posters promoting hate and action against the Transformers. Images of Optimus Prime and Bumblebee with the words "HATE" written in bold below. Posters that encouraged any who came into contact with either Autobot or Decepticon to honour Chicago's victims and report them immediately.
Reagan of course knew the story of Chicago. It was impossible not too unless you lived in total isolation. For a long time humanity had celebrated the Autobots as their saviours, despite the government's attempts to hide them from the public eye. Now, as if overnight they were branded enemies with the violent Decepticons. Reagan couldn't understand why. The Autobots had fought for them, and now planet Earth turned its back on them.
Sighing softly, Reagan turned her attention away from the posters and continued on her way.
From a little way down an alleyway she passed by, Ironhide, still stuck in holoform was slumped against the brick, staring at the opposite wall tiredly. His condition was no better, apparent by the pale skin and bags under his electric eyes. A far cry from the strong, stubborn warrior that has fought so many battles in the past and won. Dried blood stained his hands, that he'd unprofessionally attempted to bandage. On his waist, peeking out from under his torn and bloody shirt, old bandages, somewhere between soaked and swimming in red clung to his crippled form. Sentinel had hurt him so horrifically that his wounds had carried over to his holoform. Wounds that had very nearly been fatal. And still could be if he wasn't careful.
Hanging on the wall opposite him was another of the posters, one showing an old mugshot of himself, in his robot form with the words 'TRANSFORMERS ARE DANGEROUS' written boldly beneath.
His weary gaze fell on that poster, and Ironhide rose with a grunt to a stance. Stumbling into the opposite wall he snatched the poster from its hanging place and just glared at it for a moment.
"You bet I'm dangerous." Came an irritated grumble as he swiftly tore the poster up, discarding the shreds carelessly before glancing out of the alleyway. Seeing that the coast seemed clear and he could move on. Grabbing his rucksack of what supplies he could gather, he took a deep, pained breath to prepare himself for anything before stepping out of the entrance of the alley.
As if it was fate, Reagan happened to be coming back that way from the shops, carrier bag in hand. She moved to enter as he exited, and the two collided with a magnificent thump, Reagan with a startled yelp, Ironhide with a startled but annoyed grunt. Both dropped what they are holding from the shock, but Reagan was first to react.
"Oh Sir, I am so so sorry!" She yelped apologetically, hoping she hadn't done him any damage.
Ironhide in response gave another heartless grunt, trying to disguise his pain as he stumbled back a few steps before regaining his balance. He glanced at her briefly to determine if she was a threat or not. But judging by her shocking shade of pink and unsettled look he could tell she was passive. He keeps his eyes low after that.
Reagan was somewhat concerned and unsettled by his silence, before noticing that Ironhide dropped his rucksack and as a gesture of apology, went to pick it up for him.
"Here, let me help you--" She tried a smile softly as she bent down.
Ironhide inwardly panicked as she moved. If she saw the bag's contents, particularly his guns, than she would surely scream for help and he'd be busted.
He swiftly snatched his bag up before she could even touch it. "Back off, human."
Reagan stiffened at that. That was somewhat threatening... And Ironhide's comment, he used the term 'human'. She thought it was an odd choice of words when he was a fellow person.
"I'm... sorry. I just wanted to help you."
Ironhide didn't bother to answer her with words, but rather with a deep, annoyed grunt. Typically he answered most people that way. He was a Cybertronian of few words. With a tired but grumpy eye roll he turned to leave before the girl saw something she shouldn't.
Reagan watched him with a small silent sigh. Some people just wouldn't accept help. Her frown deepened when she noticed blood dribbling down from his hand and onto the bag strap he was grasping tightly like it was keeping him alive.
"Sir?..." Reagan began with widening eyes.
"Go away human." Ironhide growled back at her simply as he limped along.
Reagan's concern grew as his movements caused more blood to drip from under his jacket.
"Sir you're bleeding.."
'Hide was getting rather irritated by this human. Typical annoying species, always meddling. "Leave me alone!--"
Ironhide cut himself off with a pained yelp, stumbling before falling against the wall of the end of the alley. Hiding his pain was impossible now and clenched his fists as he forced himself back into the alley to get out of sight from the public. Once safely within, he couldn't stop himself from slumping weakly against the wall.
Reagan immediately rushed after him, grabbing him as he slumped and carefully her best to help him sit. This time he didn't have the strength to refuse her help.
"Sir, you're hurt really bad.."
"I'm fine. Just a little scratch." 'Hide tried to insist as he shifted to be more comfortable, a groan of dulled pain slipping out with his words. Though the amount of blood dripping from under his jacket proves that Ironhide is hurt worse than he was letting on.
Reagan, being capable of deductive reasoning, shook her head, then reached into her bag and quickly pulled her phone out. He needed 911.
Though Ironhide wasn't having that. This stupid human could get him killed. Why couldn't she just run along and leave him be! Anger bubbled up inside him and when she held her phone, he snapped.
In a split second he lunged, grabbing hold of her arm roughly and he squeezed to stop her running or trying anything. His eyes seemed to darken, but they were almost glowing like they were really as electric as their colour.
"Don't do that." He whispered threateningly, glaring into her fearful eyes.
Stiffened with fear and worried she'd just gotten herself into a world of trouble, Reagan opened her mouth to the first thing she could think of. Scream for help.
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