And Eyes 1
And Eyes That I Might See
Chapter 1
[Transformers 2007] The Autobots get cornered in a canyon after a Decepticon attack, along with a handful of humans. Unfortunately, one of them happens to be blind...
Characters/Pairings: Sideswipe, Sam, Amanda (OC), non-pairing.
Ratings and Warnings: Odd sense of humor, physical disabilities, G1 characters, OCs. T for language.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
At FFnet
And Eyes: Chapter 1
oOoOoOo
The first thing she noticed as she swam back to consciousness was the feeling of a wet cloth against her arm.
Someone was washing her, she realized with some alarm. Thankfully, her clothes were still on. She relaxed, even if only marginally.
There was the buzz of conversation a ways off, far enough away that the noise was on the edges of her hearing. She thought that they might be closer than they sounded, because there was a distorted sound to the noise, as if the sound reflected oddly off of the walls enclosing wherever-she-was, or maybe they were speaking through some sort of radio or something.
She tried to move out of the uncomfortable, sprawling position she was in, and whimpered involuntarily. She felt like one big mass of bruises, and was probably an interesting mottled purple color from head to toe, with contrasting patches of yellow-green in the less-battered places.
She had no idea what had happened. She’d been at home, minding her own business, working on her essay like a good girl (and that had been out of the ordinary-she spent much more time procrastinating than she did actually working) when the ground had started shaking-not like it was an earthquake, more like someone had decided to take down a building in the area. Before she had really had the chance to figure out what had been going on, her neighbor-two-doors-down-on-the-right had started hammering on her door as if to break it down, and then half-pulled, half-pushed, half-shepherded her outside, yelling explanations she had only half-caught as they went. The stairs down to the ground floor had been packed with people. There had been something about an attack…?
Once outside there had been a cacophony of noises-people talking loudly, yes, but also strange grinding, scraping and crunching noises, and explosions, all added on top of the noises of too many people flooding the streets, half of them trying to get an impression of what was going on and the other half trying to leave.
And then it had all dissolved into screaming and running. She’d clung to the streetlight pole she had been next to, not wanting to get swept away in the crowd to somewhere where she wouldn’t know where she was. It hadn’t helped much. The area had cleared out surprisingly quickly, and then there had been more of those strange noises-louder, this time-and then nothing. She assumed she’d been hit by a piece of rubble, or something. She felt like half a building had fallen on her.
Another stab at actually moving out of the position she was in brought another moan. There was the sounds of feet hurrying over towards her.
“Are you okay?” said a concerned male voice, young-a little younger than her-and slightly tired-sounding. “You were knocked unconscious during the fight, so I’m supposed to check for concussion. Can you see straight?”
“Not really. I’m blind,” she heard herself saying, possibly on automatic. Could you get a sense of humor surgically removed? The idea was worth looking into. “What’s this about a fight?”
“Blind?” said the voice, with all the horror she had come to expect. Forget all that ‘milky blue eyes’ shit-her eyes, she had been told, were brown and looked perfectly normal, until you started poking around from an optometrist’s viewpoint. No physical clues-except the fact that she couldn’t see-and certainly nothing beautifully tragic. Or tragically beautiful.
“Yeah. Seriously, though what happened? You mentioned a fight? Because I didn’t think that the US had pissed anyone off that badly recently, and I suppose it could be terrorists, unlikely as that may seem…”
There were a few moments of shocked and horrified silence. “Well. There was a Decepticon attack-not that that means anything to you, okay. Um. So, do you know what happened in Mission City?”
“I’m blind, not deaf or stupid.”
“Er… Sorry. What’s your name, again?”
“It’s Amanda. Would you please explain what happened to me? And where I am now?”
“Okay. I’m Sam Witwicky. So, there’s these two factions of warring robots, the Autobots and the Decepticons. They’ve been fighting for thousands of years, and finally ended up on earth, where this cube called the Allspark is, and there was a big battle that ended up taking place in Mission City. The government hushed it up, but I don’t think it’s going to work for long. We thought we had defeated the Decepticons, but it turns out that we really hadn’t. There haven’t been any really big battles until just now, though-and that’s what was happening in Portland, where you got involved in all this. We think you got hit by some flying debris-we found you half covered in dust and gravel.”
“Hooooly fuck. Do you seriously think it’s funny to go around telling stories like that? Because I, for one, am pretty freaked out here. You try being knocked unconscious in some sort of an emergency and then waking up somewhere-you have no idea where-with some person with a batshit crazy explanation about evil robots from outer space and see how calm you feel. I don’t know about where you come from, but taking advantage of someone like this is inhuman-I have no idea where I am! For all I know, you’re filming this so you can watch it later, or post it to YouTube, or something, I don’t even know what’s in the room, you could be naked for God’s sake and I wouldn’t know-”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But it’s the truth! I’m not going to lie to you!”
“Would you just let me go home, please? I’m not rich by any means but I can pay you something, if that’s what you want…”
“Well, um, we would bring you home, but the Decepticons have us cornered in this valley… We’re stuck here for a few days while Ratchet-that’s their medic-fixes up the wounded Autobots to the best of his ability. Then we’ll try to fight our way out, if we haven’t come up with a better means of escape.”
“Stop talking about this! I don’t want to hear your crazy fantasies!”
“Hey! Sam!” called a voice-it was closer than the two indistinct ones from earlier had been, but it still sounded like it came from a fair distance away, and it was oddly high up, like someone speaking from a ladder. “Ratchet asked me-okay, told me-to ask you if everything was going okay in here, and to say that Mikaela’s looking for you if you’re not too busy.”
“Sure. Things can be okay if you want them to be. She’s blind, Sideswipe, and she won’t believe any of my explanations about the Transformers at all, and she just wants to go home. Hell. Don’t we all? Last night I woke up with raccoons on my face.”
“Blind…? Primus. That’s awful. Seriously, there’s nothing you can do to fix that?”
“Shut up,” muttered Amanda indistinctly. “I don’t care if you want to indulge what’s-his-face’s crazy fantasies, but I’m not interested in helping. And what sort of name is ‘Sideswipe,’ anyways?”
“My sort of name. What sort of name is ‘Amanda?’”
“The sort of name that’s not a type of accident.”
“Seriously, guys, don’t get into it. Amanda, what sort of evidence would it take to make you believe me?”
“A hell of a lot more than your say-so. Other than that, I’m not sure, not having been in this sort of situation before.” Amanda’s voice was bitter, with an edge of panic.
“Sideswipe, get over here.” The ground began to shudder, and Amanda’s mind flashed instantly to the odd vibrations that had started off this incident in the first place.
They stopped a short distance away from her, and Amanda hauled herself to her feet, ignoring the painful bruises. She thought that she disguised the pained whimpers that wanted to escape her mouth fairly well, all things told.
Carefully, she walked forward until the hand she’d put out in front of her ran into a smooth metal surface, slightly angled. Running both of her hands along it, she continued it up as far as she could manage before turning her explorations further down. It did seem to be a gigantic robotic foot.
The implications were startling.
“Here!” said “Sideswipe’s” voice brightly. “It doesn’t look like you can feel very much like that.”
And then giant metal bands were closing around her, implacable and firm enough that, ordinarily, it would have been slightly uncomfortable; it was Hell against her bruises. She felt her feet leave the ground and the bottom drop out of her stomach as she was lifted, and a scream tore itself out of her throat at the sudden realization that she was very, very high up in the air.
She was placed, surprisingly gently, on what felt like a platform of sorts, not that it did much good-her feet collapsed out from under her about as soon as she was set down. She sat down with an explosion of panicked breath.
Sure enough, the metal ‘platform’ she was on felt remarkably like fingers, complete with complex joints where the knuckles would be, only vastly increased in size.
“Sideswipe!” Sam was yelling loudly from somewhere below her. Somewhere far below her. “Put her down! You can’t just do that to people without any warning! She can’t even see what you’re doing!”
“Fine, fine,” grumbled Sideswipe, finally putting her down. Amanda scrambled to get off of the hand, panting with nerves. She wished, vainly, for a wall to press herself against.
“Oh God,” she finally managed to gasp out.
There was an indistinct yell from a ways away. “I’m coming!” bellowed Sideswipe. “See you, Sam. Sorry ‘bout that, Amanda.” Again, there were those vibrations, although they were moving further away, this time.
There were a few long, silent moments.
“Okay, I might believe you,” said Amanda finally.
--End--
Chapter 1
[Transformers 2007] The Autobots get cornered in a canyon after a Decepticon attack, along with a handful of humans. Unfortunately, one of them happens to be blind...
Characters/Pairings: Sideswipe, Sam, Amanda (OC), non-pairing.
Ratings and Warnings: Odd sense of humor, physical disabilities, G1 characters, OCs. T for language.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
At FFnet
And Eyes: Chapter 1
oOoOoOo
The first thing she noticed as she swam back to consciousness was the feeling of a wet cloth against her arm.
Someone was washing her, she realized with some alarm. Thankfully, her clothes were still on. She relaxed, even if only marginally.
There was the buzz of conversation a ways off, far enough away that the noise was on the edges of her hearing. She thought that they might be closer than they sounded, because there was a distorted sound to the noise, as if the sound reflected oddly off of the walls enclosing wherever-she-was, or maybe they were speaking through some sort of radio or something.
She tried to move out of the uncomfortable, sprawling position she was in, and whimpered involuntarily. She felt like one big mass of bruises, and was probably an interesting mottled purple color from head to toe, with contrasting patches of yellow-green in the less-battered places.
She had no idea what had happened. She’d been at home, minding her own business, working on her essay like a good girl (and that had been out of the ordinary-she spent much more time procrastinating than she did actually working) when the ground had started shaking-not like it was an earthquake, more like someone had decided to take down a building in the area. Before she had really had the chance to figure out what had been going on, her neighbor-two-doors-down-on-the-right had started hammering on her door as if to break it down, and then half-pulled, half-pushed, half-shepherded her outside, yelling explanations she had only half-caught as they went. The stairs down to the ground floor had been packed with people. There had been something about an attack…?
Once outside there had been a cacophony of noises-people talking loudly, yes, but also strange grinding, scraping and crunching noises, and explosions, all added on top of the noises of too many people flooding the streets, half of them trying to get an impression of what was going on and the other half trying to leave.
And then it had all dissolved into screaming and running. She’d clung to the streetlight pole she had been next to, not wanting to get swept away in the crowd to somewhere where she wouldn’t know where she was. It hadn’t helped much. The area had cleared out surprisingly quickly, and then there had been more of those strange noises-louder, this time-and then nothing. She assumed she’d been hit by a piece of rubble, or something. She felt like half a building had fallen on her.
Another stab at actually moving out of the position she was in brought another moan. There was the sounds of feet hurrying over towards her.
“Are you okay?” said a concerned male voice, young-a little younger than her-and slightly tired-sounding. “You were knocked unconscious during the fight, so I’m supposed to check for concussion. Can you see straight?”
“Not really. I’m blind,” she heard herself saying, possibly on automatic. Could you get a sense of humor surgically removed? The idea was worth looking into. “What’s this about a fight?”
“Blind?” said the voice, with all the horror she had come to expect. Forget all that ‘milky blue eyes’ shit-her eyes, she had been told, were brown and looked perfectly normal, until you started poking around from an optometrist’s viewpoint. No physical clues-except the fact that she couldn’t see-and certainly nothing beautifully tragic. Or tragically beautiful.
“Yeah. Seriously, though what happened? You mentioned a fight? Because I didn’t think that the US had pissed anyone off that badly recently, and I suppose it could be terrorists, unlikely as that may seem…”
There were a few moments of shocked and horrified silence. “Well. There was a Decepticon attack-not that that means anything to you, okay. Um. So, do you know what happened in Mission City?”
“I’m blind, not deaf or stupid.”
“Er… Sorry. What’s your name, again?”
“It’s Amanda. Would you please explain what happened to me? And where I am now?”
“Okay. I’m Sam Witwicky. So, there’s these two factions of warring robots, the Autobots and the Decepticons. They’ve been fighting for thousands of years, and finally ended up on earth, where this cube called the Allspark is, and there was a big battle that ended up taking place in Mission City. The government hushed it up, but I don’t think it’s going to work for long. We thought we had defeated the Decepticons, but it turns out that we really hadn’t. There haven’t been any really big battles until just now, though-and that’s what was happening in Portland, where you got involved in all this. We think you got hit by some flying debris-we found you half covered in dust and gravel.”
“Hooooly fuck. Do you seriously think it’s funny to go around telling stories like that? Because I, for one, am pretty freaked out here. You try being knocked unconscious in some sort of an emergency and then waking up somewhere-you have no idea where-with some person with a batshit crazy explanation about evil robots from outer space and see how calm you feel. I don’t know about where you come from, but taking advantage of someone like this is inhuman-I have no idea where I am! For all I know, you’re filming this so you can watch it later, or post it to YouTube, or something, I don’t even know what’s in the room, you could be naked for God’s sake and I wouldn’t know-”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But it’s the truth! I’m not going to lie to you!”
“Would you just let me go home, please? I’m not rich by any means but I can pay you something, if that’s what you want…”
“Well, um, we would bring you home, but the Decepticons have us cornered in this valley… We’re stuck here for a few days while Ratchet-that’s their medic-fixes up the wounded Autobots to the best of his ability. Then we’ll try to fight our way out, if we haven’t come up with a better means of escape.”
“Stop talking about this! I don’t want to hear your crazy fantasies!”
“Hey! Sam!” called a voice-it was closer than the two indistinct ones from earlier had been, but it still sounded like it came from a fair distance away, and it was oddly high up, like someone speaking from a ladder. “Ratchet asked me-okay, told me-to ask you if everything was going okay in here, and to say that Mikaela’s looking for you if you’re not too busy.”
“Sure. Things can be okay if you want them to be. She’s blind, Sideswipe, and she won’t believe any of my explanations about the Transformers at all, and she just wants to go home. Hell. Don’t we all? Last night I woke up with raccoons on my face.”
“Blind…? Primus. That’s awful. Seriously, there’s nothing you can do to fix that?”
“Shut up,” muttered Amanda indistinctly. “I don’t care if you want to indulge what’s-his-face’s crazy fantasies, but I’m not interested in helping. And what sort of name is ‘Sideswipe,’ anyways?”
“My sort of name. What sort of name is ‘Amanda?’”
“The sort of name that’s not a type of accident.”
“Seriously, guys, don’t get into it. Amanda, what sort of evidence would it take to make you believe me?”
“A hell of a lot more than your say-so. Other than that, I’m not sure, not having been in this sort of situation before.” Amanda’s voice was bitter, with an edge of panic.
“Sideswipe, get over here.” The ground began to shudder, and Amanda’s mind flashed instantly to the odd vibrations that had started off this incident in the first place.
They stopped a short distance away from her, and Amanda hauled herself to her feet, ignoring the painful bruises. She thought that she disguised the pained whimpers that wanted to escape her mouth fairly well, all things told.
Carefully, she walked forward until the hand she’d put out in front of her ran into a smooth metal surface, slightly angled. Running both of her hands along it, she continued it up as far as she could manage before turning her explorations further down. It did seem to be a gigantic robotic foot.
The implications were startling.
“Here!” said “Sideswipe’s” voice brightly. “It doesn’t look like you can feel very much like that.”
And then giant metal bands were closing around her, implacable and firm enough that, ordinarily, it would have been slightly uncomfortable; it was Hell against her bruises. She felt her feet leave the ground and the bottom drop out of her stomach as she was lifted, and a scream tore itself out of her throat at the sudden realization that she was very, very high up in the air.
She was placed, surprisingly gently, on what felt like a platform of sorts, not that it did much good-her feet collapsed out from under her about as soon as she was set down. She sat down with an explosion of panicked breath.
Sure enough, the metal ‘platform’ she was on felt remarkably like fingers, complete with complex joints where the knuckles would be, only vastly increased in size.
“Sideswipe!” Sam was yelling loudly from somewhere below her. Somewhere far below her. “Put her down! You can’t just do that to people without any warning! She can’t even see what you’re doing!”
“Fine, fine,” grumbled Sideswipe, finally putting her down. Amanda scrambled to get off of the hand, panting with nerves. She wished, vainly, for a wall to press herself against.
“Oh God,” she finally managed to gasp out.
There was an indistinct yell from a ways away. “I’m coming!” bellowed Sideswipe. “See you, Sam. Sorry ‘bout that, Amanda.” Again, there were those vibrations, although they were moving further away, this time.
There were a few long, silent moments.
“Okay, I might believe you,” said Amanda finally.
--End--