I'm trash. Utter trash. And don't I have another story I'm supposed to be working on? Whoops. This idea hasn't left me. I found some old notebooks awhile ago, every page filled with Transformers fanfiction from when I first delved into the fandom. I kinda wish I hadn't thrown them away now, but I did that to keep anyone from ever reading them. The one idea thats stuck with me since I've thrown them away, and I had 3 or 4 notebooks full of partially complete stories, is this one. It might just be because of the odd nature of the beginning, and that my other story begins in a partially similar way (obviously I have problems of the K9 nature), but its tagged along rather restlessly. I don't even really know where its going, or if I'll ever finish it, but right now its screaming at me demanding I put it down on paper once more. So, here is my contribution to my favorite franchise. (I really want an Autobot tattoo, so hopefully I'll be doing that soon) Let me know if this is even worth it, or if its a waste of my time. Thank you for clicking on my story, and I hope I don't dissapoint. (And despite what it seems like, yes, it is a Transformers fanfic, just give it a few chapters)
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The chocolate haired girl with silver streaks through her shaggy cut hair pushes the door from the back of the Veterinarian's office open and steps through into the lobby, her volunteer shift over.
She gives one last glance to the old plott hound in one of the holding cages that would be being put down tonight, the old dog skinny and miserable looking. Tears jump to her crulean eyes and she gives a shaky breath to banish them away. She shuts the door behind her gently.
"He'll be okay, sweetheart," the older lady that works the reception desk says to her gently as the last person in the lobby carries a pet carrier containing their cat out the door. Her blond hair is peppered in grey, the blondness covering the peppered strands, but not all the way.
"I know," the girl says, giving the lady a weary look. Once she finished her shadowing, she'd be offered a job at the receptions desk while she went to school to become a vet tech, then she'd be offered the job as she would have all of the necessary intern hours she needed. She doesnt want to stay in this rural little town her entire life, but she wasn't going to give up this easy opportunity to get her foot in the door. It helps that her aunt is the head veterinarian here.
"Just don't think about it. Thats how you'll make it by with this job, because let me tell ya, it happens all the time. But its to end their suffering if we can't do everything in our power to fix it," the lady says as she taps away at her computer.
The girl nods. "I know."
"I'll see you after school tomorrow then?" the lady turns her attention to the saddened girl. The girl shakes her head.
"I graduated last Friday," she grins.
"Oh, thats right! See how bad my memory is, Jordyn?" the girls laugh.
"Well, I better get home before it gets dark. No ones home," Jordyn smiles politely, inwardly wishing she could just walk out the door already.
"Oh, right, your mom went on that month long vacation, didn't she?" the older woman asks.
"Yeah. Jake is staying with my grandparents," Jordyn informs, inwardly hissing at the mention of her little heathen of a brother and slowly inching toward the door.
"Good place for him, he can't get into trouble all the way out there," the lady nods.
"No kidding," Jordyn sighs, recalling a number of times when her fifteen year old brother had beaten the crap out of her and continuously verbally abused her. He's even a stoner! He had been brought home by the police a number of times high and drunk. She can't believe her brother, so she just tried to ignore him as best she can. She barely clears five feet, so her five foot six brother has a huge size advantage over her. Its amazing that they're even full siblings. Theyre complete opposites.
"So are you taking some time off here before college?"
"Unless I get bored," Jordyn glances at the glass front of the office and to the freedom that is the outside world. Another slow day in a life that seems pointless. Yay her.
"Well, you have fun then. But don't go getting into trouble," the lady scolds jokingly, reaching for the phone that had begun to ring. Jordyn waves, the lady waving back, before she strides out the door in relief. She loves Amelia, she really does, but she isn't having the best of days.
She gulps in a breath of fresh air and glances around the half full parking lot. She admires the setting sun on the clouds, brilliant pinks and oranges lighting up the redened sky. In her opinion, theres nothing like a Californian sunset when its at the perfect moment. If only California wasn't so damn hot in the summer it would be perfect.
She looks longingly at the sky, before making her way across the parking lot to the familiar yellow with black racing striped 1980 Camaro that her grandfather had handed down to her when he died. He was a crotchety old dude but she got along with him. Perks of being the favorite grandkid.
She had taken the liberty of repainting the musky orange to the bright canary yellow the car now holds, the car being identifiable as hers due to the Autobot insignia that had been placed on the bottom left hand side of the back window along with a bumper sticker that reads "If you can read this, you're about to be break checked."
Her own personal little Bumblebee.
She shrugs her long sleeve black shirt off that she's required to wear when she's working to reveal a black tank top underneath, a painted in white Autobot insignia dead center of the shirt before streatching. She pulls her keys from her pocket to unlock her car before sitting inside. She leans back in her seat, slightly dazed as she watches the sunset. It had been a long day, and her feet hurt.
She stares at the sky, her hand finding the tattooed Autobot insignia that resides on her right shoulder. It had only been there for about two months.
Her mom had chastised her for it, saying that she'd regret the tattoo and if she was going to get a tattoo, it should be something meaningful. Her mom and family of course are unaware she has the tattoo. She'd merely brought it up. They didn't know she'd actually went through with it.
So she had to be careful of the types of tanktops she wears around them. To her, its worth it.
Best one hundred dollars she ever spent.
With a sigh she starts the throaty engine and carefully pulls out of the parking lot as Linkin Park and the Goo Goo Dolls play quietly through the car's speakers. She drives out of town and down the relatively deserted road, railroad tracks running along the side of the road before diverging the opposite way. She likes to take the scenic rout. Out this was its all orchards and open fields of alfalfa. Ah, what California is truly all about in the Valley. Agriculture.
She lives on the edge of town, surrounded by almond and cherry orchards on one side, and town on the other. She smiles at the thought of her mom and her running through the cherry orchards trying to find trees with ripe fruit on them right before picking was supposed to start.
Highly illegal, but it wasn't like they were selling them. And her mom knows the farmer personally. What he doesn't know wont hurt him.
As she turns back into town, she slows to an acceptable speed. She hits the breaks as a child runs infront of her chasing a ball, his father rushing after him to scoop him up and waving Jordyn an appology. She continues on cautiously with a racing heart. She does not want a vehicular man slaughter charge.
When she turns down another street, her eyes catch a thick reddish black substance caked and splattered on the sidewalk. How her eyes caught it, she doesnt know, but they had.
Blood?
Or oil?
She stops her car after glancing in her rearview mirror and not seeing a car. She backs her car up to gaze down the alley. There hadn't been anything on the news that had suggested there should be a shit ton of blood splattered everywhere.
She's too curious to leave it be.
She gazes curiously down the dirty alley, her eyes widening when they land on a heap of silver fur.
Her soft spot for animals gets to her, and she pulls her car into the alley, stopping before she runs over broken glass. She pushes her car door open, her eyes never once leaving the silver Australian Shepherd.
The dog lifts its head up, its ears slack as it gazes at her with weary ice blue eyes. Its hard to tell that the dog is silver due to all of the blood and dirt caked into its luscious fur. Its ears fall back against its head as its eyes sharpen as if it had seen something. Like a cat taking off running.
She lowers herself, dodging the broken glass as she holds her weight on her elbows to get down to the dog's level. She begins talking sweetly to it in a hushed tone.
The dog never once takes its eyes off the girl.
She crawls forward, taking that the dog hadn't growled or snapped at her as a good sign.
A black form behind a garbage can catches her eye, and she's surprised to find a huge German Shepherd, reddish brown eyes lethal as it inspects the scene infront of it.
Two dogs?
They must have torn eachother apart.
She returns her eyes to the Aussie.
She's going to regret this later, she knows it.
"Hi, baby," she coos as she holds her hand out to the injured dog slowly. It holds its ears up, giving her a quizical look. She lightly touches its paw, and is relieved when the dog doesn't snap. "Come here, baby," she kisses at the dog, and after a moment, he, she sees, pushes himself up slowly, favoring his front right leg. She crawls backward, continuing to coo at the dog. He hobbles after her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Atta boy," she slowly pushes herself up onto her knees, opening the passenger side door to her car. "Here, baby," she carefully pulls the dog onto the floorboard of the passenger side of her car, her heart aching as the dog slumps down, barely pulling himself in all the way.
She carefully closes the car door, striding back to the puddle of blood on the dirt. Her eyes fall on the German Shepherd, worse for wear. He's instantly snarling, showing white canines. His eyes seem redder than before. Her face falls, her chest aching.
It kills her when animals are hurt. She's glad she's been shadowing a veterinarian, so she has a rough idea of what to do.
But this.
She can't handle an agressive dog on her own.
She knows what she needs to do, even if she can't afford it. She can't even afford to do what she's about to do for this German Shepherd for the dog she currently has in her car.
She pulls her phone from her pocket, unlocking it and searching through her contacts for the number she needs.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Auntie."
"Jordyn? What do you need." it was more a statement than a question, her aunt sounding less than pleased. Jordyn doesn't take her eyes off of the angry Shepherd infront of her.
"Why do you automatically assume I need something? Can't I just call to say hi?"
"I know that tone of voice anywhere, don't play smart with me," her aunt gripes.
"You caught me. Theres a torn apart German Shepherd that I can't get close to and he needs help," she pleads, knowing German Shepherds are her aunt's favorite dog.
"Oh? Where?"
"Y'know that one alley on Pine?"
"Yeah,"
"That's where. He's hidden behind some garbage cans on the right hand side of the alley. You can't miss it, theres blood everywhere."
"Whos gonna pay for the medical bill? I certainly can't," her aunt says. Jordyn deflates as she remembers her aunt's dog Maybel. She has cancer, and her aunt is currently paying for treatment.
"I know you'll only make me pay for the supplies, so I'll give you my paychecks when I start working until I'm paid up," she reasons with her aunt, praying her aunt will take the offer.
"You know I can't say no to you. Alright, I'll go pick him up right now. Wheres he going later?"
"I'll pick him up tomorrow or something," she says, wondering how big of a mistake she's making.
"Alright. But I don't want you sitting out there by yourself. That girl got abducted last week, so I want you to go home right now. Adam and I are on our ways right now. We'll be there in no time to pick him up."
"Thank you, Auntie," Jordyn smiles greatfully. "Text me when you have him?"
Her aunt hums in agreement. "Talk to you tomorrow."
"Bye," Jordyn sighs, glancing one last time at the shepherd longingly. She'd be in for it if she was still here when her aunt gets here. She strides over to her car, sliding back in the driver's seat with a sigh. She looks over to her new companion, his ice blue eyes glued on her. She smiles reassuringly at him as she starts the engine, What I've Done filtering throughout the car.
She drives slowly, attempting to miss as many bumps as she can. She glances at the silver dog as she gives a sigh of relief when she maneuvers the car onto the road her home resides on.
"Oh boy, i can tell ya know, this is not my best idea," Jordyn sighs, glancing at the huge orchard across from her house as she slowly pulls into the driveway. The white house is slightly run down, the garage door painted dark brown. Its a simple one story with huge hibiscus bushes on either side to block the neighbor's view of their yard.
With her mom not here, she can actually pull her car into the garage and not have to put the lock on her steering wheel. Her neighbor getting her old Mustang stolen not long ago had convinced her to invest in the annoying device.
She waits as the garage door slowly opens until she's able to pull in. The door is shutting again before she can even switch the car off.
She's gentle as she shuts the car door, pondering whether she should make use of the laundry basket atop the dryer or not. She decides against it for the moment, shifting her keys through her hands as she searches for the correct key.
She finds it, triumphantly sliding it into the deadbolt on the garage door. She pushes the wooden door open as she flicks the kitchen light on, light earth colored walls and granite countertops meet her gaze, accompanied by a silver stove and appliances. She deposits her keys on the counter before striding through the kitchen and past the table, front door, and 100 gallon fish tank, her sneakers clicking on the marbled tile, before entering the hallway, dark brown carpet underfoot. She pulls the hall cupboard open, pulling various sheets and blankets from it.
She pushes the the door to her left open and flicks the light on. Cherry red walls meet her gaze, various Transformers, band and anime posters and paintings that she had done littering the walls.
Her bed is against the opposite wall, a black and white comforter draped over the twin sized matress. A small 20 inch flatscreen TV sits atop her black dresser that is against the wall at the foot of her bed, accompanied by a DVD player. A bookshelf sits under the window that is dead center of the opposite wall, various nicknacks and treasured toys placed on the shelves.
She does what she always does when she first gets home, clicks on the blue lava lamp that sits atop the book shelf, light igniting through the little glass cylinder.
She makes up a little nest right next to the head of her bed, sheets and blankets piled high to make the spot as soft as possible.
With a huff she exits her room and pushes the bathroom door open that is perpendicular to her room. She plugs the tub and begins filling the porcelain basin with warm water. She sits on the edge of the tub and watches as the water fills the white tub. She stops it when it reaches a quarter of the way full.
Hopefully her new guest likes water.
She pushes herself up and strides back through the house the way she came.
Her eyes fall on the silver dog again when she pulls the passenger side door open, their eyes locking. She whistles at him, again cooing. She gently helps him out of the car, shutting the door when he's out of the way. She runs ahead of him, cheering him on gently as he limps. He almost can't get over the raised threshold and into the house, but he's a soldier.
She inwardly cringes at the bloody and muddy paw prints being left on the clean tile, but she can deal with that later.
He seems friendly enough, to which Jordyn is greatful. Down the hall and to the bathroom, she coaxes him in, before shutting the door behind them.
Now here comes the hard part.
Hopefully he doesn't struggle.
"Here baby," she says sweetly as she takes a seat on the edge of the tub. He seems to give her a suspicious look, but hobbles over to her all the same. She gently grasps the dog's front legs, keeping her eyes on his face.
When he doesn't growl, she gently lifts him up. He lets out a whimper when she sets his paws in the warm water. She shushes him.
"I know, beautiful boy, I know," she coos as she lifts his lower half over the rim of the tub. "Its okay, sweet boy." grasping the cup that was left sitting on the edge of the tub for whatever reason, she slowly and gently washes the blood and dirt from the dog's fur, cooing as she goes.
She parts his fur where most of the blood seems to be coming from, which is various places throughout the dog's coat. She finds various puncture woulds, and a few tears that shouldn't need stitches. She massages the dog's ear tip where it had been caught by a tooth and torn until it isnt clotted by blood. She gently works her Head and Shoulders shampoo into the dog's coat, hoping it wont burn the wounds too badly.
She rinses the dog, surprised at his solid silver coat amd black paws. Not a speck of various toned fur anywhere to be found.
She drains the tub, grabbing a towel from one of the drawers under the sink. She slicks the dog's fur out with her hands gently before toweling him off. He's still bleeding slightly.
She wraps her arms under the damp dog's belly, gently lifting him out of the tub to set him back on the white tile, the smell of wet dog strong. The front of her shirt is damp as well, but she ignores it. She leads him into her room, patting at the spot she had made for him. She rubs his head affectionately once he lays down, and moves to retrieve her first aid kit.
This is why she wants to be a vet tech. She loves making animals feel better. At the end of the day, she could be content with herself knowing she was the very reason the animals were feeling better.
She coos at the dog calmly as she slathers all of his wounds in antibiotic cream. There isn't much she can do in the way of bandaging, so they would just have to be kept clean and moist with the cream to help keep infection at bay.
She knows there is antibiotic pills somewhere from her border collie Rex. He had died two years ago, but her mother had kept the antibiotics incase they were ever needed. Now would qualify as one of those times.
She gazes at the dog steadily as he lays his heady down, his eyes drooping. Poor guy.
She pulls the red blanket from the end of her bed, draping it over the dog's damp body. She'd need to dig the space heater out of the garage tomorrow.
She pushes herself up and makes her way to the kitchen, pulling a chair with her as she goes. She's just able to reach the cupboard over the sink, which holds a small tub of various medications and bandages. She carefully pulls it down to set on the counter before she begins digging around the contents. She reads every pill bottle until she comes across one with small green pills inside. The label reads REX - 1 PILL EVERY 12 HOURS. ANTIBIOTIC.
She sets the bottle off to the side before placing the tub back where she had found it.
Opening the fridge after putting the chair back in its rightful place, she pulls a piece of ham from its container within the fridge. Never had she seen a dog that would take a pill straight. Rex spit them out half the time, the clever dog that he was.
With a yawn she makes a pit stop at the fishtank, smiling at the enormous angelfish within, their silver and black stripped bodies shimmering in the light of the tank. She feeds them, and they happily skim the top for the colorful flakes.
She pulls the top off the pill bottle, fishing a pill out of the container as she turns into her room. The dog's eyes open lazily as she plops down next to him. She wraps the pill in the slice of lunch meat and offers it to the dopey looking dog.
He makes no move to take it, his eyes simply gazing up at her.
"C'mon sweet boy," she waves the meat infront of his nose. "You gotta, for me? You'll feel so much better tomorrow," she coos, slidding her hand under his muzzle to pull his head up. With a huff, the dog hesitantly grasps the meat between his teeth, chewing for a moment before swallowing.
She rubs the dogs head fondly before leaving him be.
She flops back on her bed, kicking her sneakers off as she gazes at her Sideswipe poster.
She rolls her eyes. Maybe she has a bit of a problem?
She's having a bit of a hard time trying to make herself care.
Not like she obsessed with Transformers outright. She's obsessed with them inwardly. She doesn't know which is worse if she's honest with herself. Her one friend in highschool told her to embrace her passions and obsessions, but she wasn't the... Best of people.
She gazes at her white cieling, contemplating.
Her phone buzzes within her pocket, startling her. She instantly reaches for it, and unlocks it when she sees the sender.
'Got him back to the office safe. Had to sedate him and he needs quite a few stitches. Should still be ready tomorrow. Sleep well'
She smiles, shifting so she could gaze down at the silver dog on her bedroom floor.
"Well, dude, looks like you're quite the scrapper," The dog's ear simply twitches. "So, I think I've got it narrowed down to two names," She contemplates for a moment, thoughts running through her mind. Was she really going to do this?
Yeah.
Yeah she is.
Its quite fitting.
"So, are you Jazz, or are you Sideswipe?" she asks herself as she gazes at the dog. The dog's head snaps up, ice blues wide as they gaze at the girl.
She seems to think it over for awhile longer, before making up her mind, even if it is a biased decision. She crosses her ankles. Jazz is more low key. Yes, he's one hell of a fighter, but if that big German Shepherd, which is the biggest she'd ever seen, needs stitches, and this little Aussie doesn't, it screams Sideswipe. At least to her. Again, biased decision, bacuase the attributes are probably more representative of Jazz, but she shoves it to the back of her mind.
Frontliner, anyone?
"You seem like a Sides to me, yeah? I've never been the best at names, so its that or something lame," she yawns at the dog offhandedly and he tilts his head. She rolls over on her bed, unbuttoning her dark jeans and pulling them off.
She'd just close her eyes for a minute then she'd change.
Just...
A minute.
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Yay or nay? Hopefully next chapter up soon, I'm feeling inspired. A 4,000 word first chapter is decent, yeah? I'll try to be aiming for at least 6,000 from now on. If everything goes as planned, bots chapter 2 or 3, just to keep you guys interested.
