And both were so engaged that Roy quickly forgot about the embarrassing questions. His daughter was clearly a fan. The only thing that left him feeling uneasy now was talking about Jazz.
Jazz was effectively dead or whatever the robotic equivalent. It would be a good time to explain that heroes took terrible risks and that Jazz wouldn’t be back to fight again. The trouble with that sort of assertion was that Lian would probably only get worried about her Daddy when he got out on fieldwork.
This was one point on which he preferred to remain evasive. Lian knew he got hurt on the job. She’d seen the bruises and broken bones. Talking about death just didn’t seem like a good idea.
“‘Course they’ll win. They’re the good guys,” Roy said brightly. “But Starscream’s a wuss. Like he wants to be the boss but he doesn’t wanna be the hatchet man to screw up Megatron. And don’t you worry. These guys know how to keep fighting when the going gets tough. Just like your old man.”
Just like her Dad said, the good guys won. While Optimus had been willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for humans and robots, Sam chose to use it against Megatron and ended the battle. Lives had been lost, and Lian sniffled when Jazz’s torn up body was brought over. This time it wasn’t just the flu.
And Bumblebee’s voice was back! She beamed as he requested to stay with Sam. While Starscream fled, the government people stopped their activities and the army people got to see their families, Optimus sent a message. A message for all Autobots to come to Earth for their new home was here.
The credits rolled as she looked up at her Dad. “That was fun” she said weakly. “But Jazz can go to a repair shop and get fixed, right?” He was a robot. Maybe he could come back. Still, Transformers was now something fascinating to her. Robots disguised as cars and planes and battling each other. It was so cool…
How come Red Tornado didn’t transform? Or the other robots she knew about?
Letting down Lian easy never sat well with her doting Daddy. He wanted to paint a world for her that was sunshine and roses without a hint of the darkness. And yet he wanted her to grow up with a sense of reality. Despite her attendance at a tony private school with a bunch of spoiled rich dopes, she was a kid without the entitled crap that went along with being a child of rich Gothamites.
He was very familiar with the whole trilogy. Hell, he’d even taken Lian when she was a baby to the first one because he couldn’t afford a sitter and a matinee at the time. She’d been good. Slept through the whole thing.
And he wanted to tell her that Jazz could just be rebuilt. They saved Megatron with a piece of the cube and of course there were two shards in the second film. Yet the message was clear. They wouldn’t be experimenting on him the way the Decepticons would with Megatron.
"I don’t know," he answered her honestly. "They did say that Allspark thing could create life, but because Megatron was already alive it killed him when they plugged it into his power cell. I guess they could maybe try to use the pieces but I’ve never worked on a Transformer robot so I couldn’t say what the Allspark can do, or how easy it would be to fix a guy like that who’s so far from home."
She’d survived, as an older child, the first movie. Her Daddy was a proud man; proud of his little girl and pleased to share one of his favorite movie franchises with her. And she seemed less tired now, somehow.
"Wanna watch the second movie?" he asked, checking out the clock. It was only 8, but she was usually in bed by now. He was certain the second installment would put her to sleep quickly. Lian had been a sick little girl. How much can she still have in the tank?
And that made Roy think about the bathroom. “You might wanna go have a pee before I put in the new movie.” Her color was obviously better. Even if she didn’t want to move, he didn’t want her watering him after she fell asleep. She was full of the liquids she’d consumed and there hadn’t been any output in a while.
He stood up, pulling her up with him and setting her on her feet next to him before he headed for the kitchen. “I’ll bring some soda crackers for you, and some popcorn for me. It’ll be just like going to the theater.”