37Sorry for the re-post there was an guys/gals, I just wanna thank anyone who reveiwed/faved/followed the original, it was just too… urgh I dunno I just wanna give you lot the best. Now I am a high school student and school work comes first -_- so yeah I will try update regularly (like once a fortnight maybe) but no promisess.
A shout out to Vodid who gave me some tips for my killer writers block in getting this thing started and for beta reading this xx.
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Optimus: Miss Silvernote doesn't own me nor my autobots. She does however (rather creepily) own Her oc's Mallory and her mother Rachel.
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"Sign language or spoken and sign language"
Flashback/thoughts
14 year old Mallory Donnely (or as she preferred- Mal) was waiting. Her desk chair was pulled up to her window and her pale -almost translucent- blue eyes, lined by the smallest amount of black eyeliner, scanned her street for any sign of her father's arrival. She'd waited for five days, only leaving to use the bathroom and eat a meal, since learning that his base in Qatar had been attacked.
He had swore to her he would return, and he never broke a promise.
The soft sounds of slippers on carpet went unheard, as did the roar of engines, and the blaring horns on the Boston streets below.
Slim, calloused fingers came to rest softly on her shoulder. Mal's mum Rachel stood over her, hand resting on her swollen belly, looking of to the outside world. "If you're trying to convince me to come down, don't bother."
"Mallory sweetheart, you have to come down at some point." She paused, grinning "I made your favorite for dinner…" A grin slowly seeped across her features.
"Mac 'n' cheese?"
"With bacon." A knowing smile touched the pretty middle-aged womans face.
"Ok, you got me. I'll be down in a minute."
"Good know he'll come back right?" Mallory didn't reply, there was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, as if nothing would be the same again.
Mal was a bright young girl, although rather naive at times. She had inherited her father's looks, quick wit and smart-ass attitude. Her long auburn braid rested on her shoulder, a few stray curls framed her delicate heart-shaped face. A plain, worn gold ring rested on a chain at the base of her throat.
Keep it safe until I come home Mal.' Six months had passed since she'd seen Patrick Donnely, and she was yet to take it off.
Gentle vibrations sent tingles coursing through her fingers as she 'listened' to the no doubt classical music streaming from the kitchen radio. She watched as an expensive-looking peterbuilt truck pulled up in front of the simple brownstone she called home.
Three men came out, all dressed in military attire. Their expressions were grim and they looked tired as though they hadn't slept in weeks, a look Mal knew was reflected in her own eyes.
"Are you related to Sergeant Patrick Donnely of the U.S Military." The man who had spoken let of a calming sort of vibe, gentle, and fatherly. He was a large build -but not overly beefed up- and tall, towering over Mal's 5ft frame. His ash black hair was cut short and his electric blue eyes held a sadness in them. Mallory nodded and mouthed, 'my father." The cold heavy feeling inside her grew as the man held out a yellow envelope. Condolences uttered by the men were unknowingly lost to her ears.
To the family of Sergeant Patrick R. Donnely,
Unfortunately Sgt Donnely was killed in action… Tears gathered in her eyes and slowly burned trails down her cheeks.
We are yet to recover the body, but he has been confirmed dead,
The government will send a check for the funeral within a week.
A seemingly silent sob crawled from her throat. Gentle hands rubbed her back, pulling her into a bittersweet embrace. Her mother came and read the note. Feeling the hot breath of her mother on her neck and smelling her favorite, rose perfume, she was passed, trembling in her mother's arms. Feeling the tiny, unborn baby kicking at her mothers distress.
People on the sidewalk starred as the men slowly moved back up to the truck, the other two had apparently been in the same unit as her father. Mal's mind slipped to the last time she had seen her father.
The house was filled with a bittersweet buzz as the young deaf's family helped her father load his gear into the military jeep waiting for him.
"Mallory I know you don't want me to go but…"
"Dad! What if something happens to you? You could be hurt or killed. And, and, a-" Warm, calloused hands took her shaking fingers and pressed them to his lips.
"Mally, I will always come back." For once Mal didn't mind the ridiculous nickname he had given her. She felt a cool, smooth band press against her palm. "Keep it safe until I come home Mal." A tear slipped down her cheek as he tenderly kissed it away.
"I love you Daddy." she flung her fist into his shoulder. "That's for the stupid things you'll do without me." Her trademark grin appeared, mirrored by his own. He looked down at her with mock hurt.
"What? Me do something stupid? Since when." One of the men in the truck yelled something. "I have to go now Mally. I love you." Pulling away he swooped down and gave her mother a tender, lingering kiss. "Be strong my beautiful ladies."
The last she saw of him, was his cocky grin showing through the window as he blew them a final kiss. Reaching out, she snatched it as he had taught her years prior.
Well here we have it people. *wipes sweat of the brow* I stayed awake until 12pm so my parents were asleep before typing half of this until 1am for you guys! Please please please review and say what you think, what you like and don't like and anything you want to see happen. Also this isn't really going to be much of a romantic fic, she is only 14.
TTFN!