Daniel may be too sick to leave the hospital, and he have been forced to stay in bed and rest, but at least in his dreams, he could go anywhere he wanted and no one could tell him otherwise
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Just to complete the picture, a dark blue and purple F-15 fighter jet comes flying by underwater. It circles Daniel a couple of times, waggling its wings.
An F-15 circling a tea party in the middle of the ocean? The mermaid looks up at Duskwing in surprise, then quickly swims away, coming back a moment later with an extra chair and teacup.
Daniel looks up and grins, waving. "Hi, Duskwing!" he calls, "Want to join is?"
Daniel pours some tea into the extra cup. Grabbing it and his own tea as well, his chair then floats up until he's at eye-level with Duskwing.
"I'm doing great," he says, holding out Duskwing's cup, which is through the magic of dream logic, both small enough for Daniel to hold and large enough for Duskwing to drink from. "How have you been?"
Three waffles swim by, in hot pursuit of a can of beans.
After vanishing from Starscream's presence, Duskwing flies cross-country, homing in on Daniel's life and spark. He flies invisibly--no time for teasing mortal jets now.
Folding into his own robotic shape, Duskwing flits through the single-story ranch house on the outskirts of Autobot City that is the current residence of the U.S. Ambassador to Cybertron. Daniel is... safe. Unharmed, though looking a bit worried, and trying to ask questions of his builder, Carly.
Some human in uniform--Duskwing has never bothered to learn one uniform from the other--is asking her questions, and everyone seem agitated. But unharmed.
Daniel trudges to his room with a scowl. If his mom knew anything, she wasn't saying so. The officers hadn't been much help, either. For a moment, he wishes he was back in his adult body. Then maybe they'd tell me what was going on, he thinks bitterly. He wasn't just some kid, he was some kid that's been through Hell and back and he had a right to know where his father was.
Daniel looks over at his desk. Amidst the comic books, random papers and other objects of little importance, there's an old photo album buried somewhere. He digs a bit and finds it, sitting on his bed with it and flipping through. q
Daniel stops, staring down at a picture of his father and Bumblebee taken a few years before he'd been born. He slams the book shut, grabbing a small communication device off his desk.
"Hey, Bumblebee? It's Daniel," he says into the little speaker after finding the right frequency. "Have you heard anything about my dad?"
Duskwing hovers nearby, watching Daniel from the other side of forever. I promised the kid I'd get a message to his designer to get him rescued, and I did--only it wasn't the real Spike. But they did rescue the kid. So I did what I shoulda done, but it wasn't exactly what I promised to do. I'm supposed to let Spike know the kid's okay, only I didn't, not for real.
What do I do now? Gotta find the real Spike, somehow, and gotta keep the kid safe. Slag, it's splittin' me up again, and there's only one of me! Duskwing fidgets intangibly.
Bumblebee eventually rolls along near in front of the corner where Daniel told him to meet up. He transforms into robot mode and looks about, "Daniel? Where are you kiddo?"
"Shh!" Daniel hisses, "I don't want someone to see me and take me back just yet." He crawls out from behind a bush, covered in thorns and leaves, and brushes himself off. "Can we go for a drive? I want to know what's going on and nobody's telling me anything."
Bumblebee sighs, "You are just like your dad." He shakes his head and frowns, "Danny, we are only just now getting information together about what happened. I will tell you what's going on, but we are going back to your house."
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Daniel looks up and grins, waving. "Hi, Duskwing!" he calls, "Want to join is?"
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"Yeah, sure. How you doin', kid?"
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"I'm doing great," he says, holding out Duskwing's cup, which is through the magic of dream logic, both small enough for Daniel to hold and large enough for Duskwing to drink from. "How have you been?"
Three waffles swim by, in hot pursuit of a can of beans.
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Folding into his own robotic shape, Duskwing flits through the single-story ranch house on the outskirts of Autobot City that is the current residence of the U.S. Ambassador to Cybertron. Daniel is... safe. Unharmed, though looking a bit worried, and trying to ask questions of his builder, Carly.
Some human in uniform--Duskwing has never bothered to learn one uniform from the other--is asking her questions, and everyone seem agitated. But unharmed.
Spike, the designer, is missing.
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Daniel looks over at his desk. Amidst the comic books, random papers and other objects of little importance, there's an old photo album buried somewhere. He digs a bit and finds it, sitting on his bed with it and flipping through. q
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Daniel stops, staring down at a picture of his father and Bumblebee taken a few years before he'd been born. He slams the book shut, grabbing a small communication device off his desk.
"Hey, Bumblebee? It's Daniel," he says into the little speaker after finding the right frequency. "Have you heard anything about my dad?"
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What do I do now? Gotta find the real Spike, somehow, and gotta keep the kid safe. Slag, it's splittin' me up again, and there's only one of me! Duskwing fidgets intangibly.
Slag, I can't do it alone! What do I do?
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