Ambrosia (Calypso Sequel)

Part 1: Broken Ribs and Nightmares

Now let me clarify, the "one-shots will just be 1-2 "parts" and in chronological order. I'm using one-shots loosely. I'm calling them "one-shots" because of how sporadic the events are and the length of the scenes. They will relate however, and tell a larger story with shorter events. At least that is the plan. Please enjoy and thanks to AzaleaLennox for the amazing cover!
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~~2 Weeks since the battle~~

Screams erupted from my throat. Brick and stone flying into the air, my body becoming as insignificant as a shed feather. Falling. Plummeting. The ground rising to meet my body. No one was able to save me this time. The cube digging into my stomach as my body wrapped around it in a cocoon. My eyes sliding shut as I prepared to meet my imminent demise. Regret flaring in my abdomen. Regret for all those I've failed. All those promises I'd never fulfill as my greatest fear came to life.

One...
Two...
Three...

A scream left my throat, my body flying from the bed in a tangle of sheets and pillows. Another scream leaving my lips as my broken ribs jabbed me with a violent, agonizing rage. Almost immediately I began sobbing. The pain almost too much. White hot flashes of pain flaring up every time a sob left my lips. "Calypso!" My fathers voice came cutting through the pain. "Good god, what happened?"

I wanted to answer. I really did. I wanted to tell him that I've been falling from that fucking building every night for the past two weeks, except Optimus doesn't save me. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to open up to him. But I couldn't. He'd just blame himself and that is not what I want. We had never really spoken about Mission City. Never addressed that elephant in the room. It was putting a strain on our relationship. I know he wants me to open up but honestly, I don't think even he knows what to do anymore.

"Rolled out of bed." The answer burning through my body. My ribs screaming in agony as I produced a sufficient response. My mind arguing that the response wasn't worth the effort. Was it ever truly worth it?

My dad looked unconvinced. He always knew me better than I know myself. Yet still he lifted me up, careful of my broken ribs and laid me down on my bed, my left side meeting the plush comfort of my bed. "How bad does it hurt?" My dad asks, inspecting my ribs closely.

"Better now." I spoke, motioning to the bed which practically devoured my body. My head plopped upon my pillow lazily. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. So much had happened with the autobots. I wasn't the same girl I once was. These last two weeks I could feel the divide between my dad and me. We used to be so close.

"Alright." He spoke just as Annabelle started to cry. "Love you Cal." He spoke before hurrying from the room.