With All My Spark → Transformers

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The ride home was silent and I understood why. Ironhide was still pretty angry over what happened earlier and I was still pretty shaken up about it. I still didn't understand what kind of twisted psychotic person could even do something like that, but then again Trent has never failed to surprise me. I was just pretty mad that I was too weak to even protect myself; I had never felt so helpless and so vulnerable during an altercation.

I pushed my apartment door open and threw my purse to the floor. The day's events had left me absolutely exhausted and right now all I wanted to do was go upstairs and go to sleep, but according to Ironhide, that wasn't what I was going to be doing.

"Go change. I'm taking you to eat. You look revolting," he told me as he closed the door.

I frowned. "Thanks a lot. But, if I have to re-dress up, I'm not going with you," I retorted.

He just grunted and walked over to the couch. "You know I don't care what you wear, but as long as you wear pants and a suitable top, I'll be okay."

I just growled and headed up the stairs to my bedroom. After tossing my shoes into the closet and stripping out of my dress, I tossed it into the hamper and walked over to my dressers. I opened up my "lazy day" drawer and rummaged through it until finally picking out a pair black Victoria's Secret sweatpants and a white v-neck shirt. I changed quickly and threw my hair up into a messy bun before grabbing my moccasins and my black zip-up jacket from the closet. Once I was situated inside my clothes and shoes, I headed back downstairs, my footfalls immediately catching Ironhide's attention. He studied my attire and raised a brow. I just rolled my eyes.

"You look more like you're ready for bed," he remarked as he walked over to me.

"I've had a rough day. I don't feel like putting on normal civilian clothes, Ironhide."

He chuckled and I grabbed my purse before heading out the door. It wasn't but three minutes later that I was sitting back in the passenger's seat of Ironhide's alternate mode. He pulled out of the parking garage as soon as I was buckled in and headed off towards wherever he was trying to force me to eat.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"You'll figure it out," he answered dryly.

And he's angry again. .

I sighed and leaned my head against his window, almost jumping back at how cold it was. I placed a hand on the glass in an attempt to warm it up myself, but he was clearly curious about my actions.

"What are you doing?"

"You're cold. I'm just trying to be a good girlfriend and warm you up," I answered.

Before I knew it, the temperature of his window had risen about seventeen degrees. I smiled in content and laid my head back against it. We drove for about five more minutes until crossing over the Virginia state border. That was the only clue I needed to know where he was headed. Ten more minutes of driving led to him pulling into one of my favorite restaurants: Olive Garden.

He parked and I wasted no time at all to hop out of his cabin.I honestly had no clue whether or not I'd be able to eat, but this was Olive Garden so I'd definitely try to eat something. I ran inside the restaurant without so much as even waiting on Ironhide; it was rude, but oh well.

What I noticed when I walked inside was that there were barely any people here. Normally, this place was packed, but I was actually kind of glad that it wasn't. I didn't want to have to wait thirty minutes to an hour for a damn table. I approached the desk and the woman's smile dropped once she took in my appearance. It kind of made me angry.