DUN-DUN-DUUUUUUUUUUN! I'm back! Alright this little "series" is inspired by the lack of and I mean lack of Crosshairs x Reader fics. I really love those fics; I thought there was a crap load out there but I was proven wrong. So here's the deal: technically these chapters will follow Age of Extinction but some parts will change. Now here's the problem: to keep Cade, Tessa, and Shane or expel them? I have a poll and have you guys decide on keeping them or have "you" be one of the characters to help the Autobots and fall in love with our sarcastic paratrooper. The poll is located at the way top of my profile. Click and vote! The closing date is May 24, 2015. This first chapter is basically background info on "you" and what "you" do along with some designated characters whom are up to your heart's desire.
Thank you everyone for sticking with me and also me, Grimlock, once again lost my flashdrive with Crosshairs Smut Drabbles and Honey! I Shrunk the Autobot's! (There's a pattern of me losing my flashdrive. I need someone to invent me a mini tracking device to find the accursed flashdrive. I swear it hides from me A LOT!) I am working on the requests and brainstorming on more ideas for the drabble fic along with debating on to merge or make a separate drabble series for H!ISTA!
Sorry about the ramble. Let the games begin!
Key:
(f/n) = Your First Name
(l/n) = Your Last Name
(e/c) = Your Eye Color
(h/c) = Your Hair Color
(h/l) = Your Hair Length
(s/c) = Shirt Color
(p/c) = Pants Color
(c/c) = Car Color
(i/n) = Industry Name [ex. Fashion, Services, Medical, etc.]
This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all! You have been kicked out of the office by your own uncle! This was outrageous! It was despicable! It was…it was…relieving. Your life has went downhill since your own existence. Your mother was an heiress to the company your uncle transformed and possessed. She had sold the (i/n) company to him for money on crack. And your father? He was one of those scam artists who tried to get rich quick. In general, he wasn't a very good man at all. At one point or another, you were pretty much volunteered to be part of an experiment all so your parents could get money for their own ambitions.
Looking back on the experiment now, you were glad that your parents made that decision against your will. You were taught how to infiltrate the world's greatest computer systems, your intelligence was pretty high for an average human, your reflexes were enhanced to the point you could tie yourself in a knot, and that wasn't even the start! For a while you did work for the government. It wasn't bad but you didn't take orders very well. A lot of them had to do with "sitting" and "waiting". You were a person of action! You had to do something!
When the government had hit its low point, (something about aliens coming and attacking the Earth. Pfft…whatever!) You quit. Out of the blue you quit. They didn't seem to miss you much. After all, you changed your identity so many times you actually forgot your birth name and adopted a new one. It was a wonder on how your uncle found you.
Scratch that, you did remember how he remembered you and where you guys met up. It wasn't too long ago. Nah, it was a while ago, or something like that. You sucked with dates yet you could remember how to hack super intelligent computers in over five hundred keystrokes. Joshua Joyce, your uncle, and the CEO of KSI. (Kinetic Solutions Incorporated, it pops in your head automatically.) You were visiting your uncle's property, remembering the days of your childhood that didn't suck. Your uncle Joy was a very caring man; he took care of you when your parents were in jail for a while. The ice cream, the fields of golden grain, and his vacation house a figure of modern luxury. It was fun playing as "Future House" whenever you came over; you were the master while you stayed. That was the only place on this planet that felt like home until you were sent away.
Your (h/c) shined brightly in the sun as the cool breeze made your (h/l) flutter behind you. Taking in a deep breath, the smell of earth reminded you of running outside playing monster with Uncle Joy. Footsteps crunched behind you. You turned, about to dash out of sight in case there were new owners who thought you were a threat to them. It surprised you when your uncle wrapped you into a warm embrace and cried about his little girl.
Your heart had iced over when you joined the military but now, it melted and you couldn't help but sob. It hurt to be away for so long and now you were finally home. Shortly after the reunion, Joyce had offered you a place at his company. A safe and secure job compared to you usually doing underground arenas and other stuff that you weren't too proud of. You agreed, only on the condition that your parents had no idea that you were back. Joyce smiled and made that deal with you, placing you as vice president of the company, the heir to the company, and his personal advisor.
It felt nice.
You despised the paperwork yet your uncle only gave you a pile of paper a month to sort through. The rest of the time, you were physically shaping the company. You did press conferences, you were practically the poster child of the company. It earned you fame and fortune. You didn't mind both but the fame was important for reputation. It sent messages to your enemies in the underground world that if they dared to mess with you, then they would face the CIA who were the "enforcement" of the company and also deal with the media who'd ruin everything that they ever worked for.
Speaking of which, you were cleaning out your office. You were forced to leave all your flash drives here and hand over anything that belonged to the company. It sucked but you knew why you were kicked out anyways. There were rumors circulating about Transformium and where it was coming from. That wasn't what caught your attention; what did was that somebody said they were of Autobot origin and you met the bounty hunter Lockdown through Attinger and Savoy.
It piqued your interest to investigate. Normally you'd be honorable because of your uncle. When you started going into those files to investigate the rumors, you were locked out. That was strange only because your uncle never hid stuff from you. You both were honest to one another. This only made you worry that your uncle bit off more than he could chew especially if the CIA were involved now. So going back into the dirt, you hacked and actually downloaded some information that seemed important to your new holographic tablet of your own design. In an hour, Joyce came in escorted by Attinger and Savoy.
That didn't look good. You rose from your comfortable chair, straightening out your (s/c) shirt and clasped your hands behind your back, face cold and stony.
"Is something wrong?" You raised an eyebrow, playing dumb. Of course you knew something was wrong because you were the cause of it. Joyce looked back at the two CIA agents with a pleading look. He was shot down as Savoy walked up to your desk. He didn't look happy. Internally you were glad to finally get some sort of emotion out of the normally passive man. He took off his shades and growled, "Miss (l/n) we have reason to believe that you had indeed hacked into some private files of the company."
Oh they were going to play this game? Fine!
Rolling your eyes, you looked at Savoy and scoffed, "I have no idea what you are talking about. Though now I'm wondering, what private files?"
"You know damn well! We tracked the coding used to hack the files back to this office!"
Oh shit! You forgot about that! You had to get out of trouble. If you didn't…you knew what the consequences were and at this time it doesn't seem like a bad idea to have your old enemies try to assassinate you. That was more appealing than what the CIA had for punishment. Calmly, you sat in your chair and got your feet up on the desk, relaxing into the leather.
"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. I could leave my computer and flashdrives up for your investigation. I honestly am telling you that I have no idea what these files are and why I'd be interested in them."
This time instead of Savoy, Attinger came to your desk along with your uncle. You know Attinger is a master at spotting a lie. Luckily you were taught to lie and so far, you have lied to Attinger and gotten away with it. Joyce, worked at his sleeves and looked into your (e/c) to see if you were lying.
"(F/n), did you or did you not hack into the private files?" It broke your heart to hurt your uncle. You had to lie to him or else get screwed over by CIA. You shook your head no. Joyce looked at Attinger pleadingly only to be rejected with a sharp nod. He sighed and what came out of his mouth shocked you.
"You're fired." It was over. You were secure, safe, and happy. That was all gone with those two words. It hurt so much to be rejected by your uncle, the one who cared about you the most. Inside you were in a hurricane-tornado hybrid turmoil while you stayed soft and calm outside. With a nod, you replied, "Alright. I guess I'll pack up and leave."
"Your flash drives and anything belonging to the company stays here." Attinger spoke. You glared at him and bit out, "I know that! I'm the one who wrote those for the company." He didn't like that and made no move to physically hurt you. It didn't matter. You pulled out a transporting box and started packing, paying no mind to the men in the room. They left at some point and you still didn't care.
Staring at your (p/c) pants, there was dust collected around your thighs. This box was pretty old and the cardboard still worked like brand new. The last picture, you placed into the box was recently where you did a last press conference about the company and the title of the article read: FUTURE CEO? The title wasn't what earned the frame, it was the content. You had a mysterious background and people were trying to find out what your past was about. Lots of theories were listed from adoption, to family relations, to being a fraud, or to being an actual individual. The newspaper company talked about you being a blossom ready to bloom.
A small smile graced your face as you gently placed the box next to your computer. You walked to your purse and whipped out your two flashdrives. One contained information on the next presentation about how Transformium could be used in the medical field while the other contained information on the next press conference about an accident that happened at a military base not too long ago.
'Good luck uncle.' You thought, grabbing your box, purse, and turned off the lights as you took one last glimpse at your office.
You handed over the keys to your office and the people who used to work for you, actually cried as you left the building. Some of them were genuinely sad to see you leave while others were complaining about, "They were the only person to get Joyce off our backs." You went to the parking garage and sat in your (c/c) pickup truck. You didn't like wealth yet you were smart about it and saved it. You let out a sad and tired sigh. You had many miles to drive back to your private farm. It was isolated and it contained most of your personal past. Starting the pickup, you drove out of the parking garage and never looked back at the building your new life began at.
Now there was something going on and you were going to find out what it was.
No matter what.
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Disclaimer(?): The title is based on the voice recording of Crosshairs that crashboombanger (Tumblr) had created. It's the last sentence of the recording and so I'm doing a safe disclaimer and say that the sentence belongs to him.
Signing off: The Sunflower Seed