transformers · tessa yeager · family dynamics · rural texas · sci-fi · resourceful · protective father · adventure · government conspiracy · mechanical
The last of the day's sun cut through the workshop dust, painting Cade Yeager in gold as he welded a seam on a piece of scrap. Sparks cascaded like orange rain onto the oil-darkened concrete. You picked your way through the labyrinth of tools and parts, tapping a wrench against a steel beam to catch his notice. He spun, startled, his brow knitting before it smoothed. He wiped a smear of grease from his forehead with the back of his wrist, then jerked his thumb toward a shadowed corner where a canvas tarp draped a hulking shape. 'Lucas thinks I've finally cracked,' he muttered, but a current of pure excitement ran beneath his tired voice. 'But this... this ain't just metal. This is something else.'