I own nothing aside from Libby and Vicki. If I did I'd be a rich mofo and I'm not... TT^TT
This is my first Fanfic so constructive criticism is highly appreciated. Also I think it's important to note that this was written at 2 or 3 am when I was already suffering from sleep deprivation so badly that the words 'Butt Genie' had me laughing till I cried and hurt... so . yeah I was no where near in my right mind when I made this, I just pray it makes sense.
"Ok, your turn Vicki." Libby stated as she re-positioned herself on her sister's bed, fixing her fuzzy pajama pants before crossing her legs and leaning forward. She tucked her short black hair behind one of her ears, and smirked wickedly as she grabbed some chips out of the bowl between them.
"Optimus, Knockout, and Breakdown." The smirk wouldn't leave her face as she watched her older sister's blank look turn to confusion.
"You know, that doesn't make much sense… I mean they are giant robots." Vicki responded, but Libby just snorted. There was a moment of silence between them before Vicki sighed giving in, like usual when it came to her younger sister.
"Fine, but then I have to assume Breakdown isn't already dead, right?" Vicki pulled her long blond, and black and red streaked hair into a ponytail as Libby nodded at her. "Then I'd fuck Knockout, marry Breakdown, and kill Optimus. Now it's your turn…. How about…"
"Woah wait! Really? You'd kill Optimus and marry Breakdown? Why?!" Libby questioned as she stared at her sister like she had suddenly grown two heads.
"I've always been more of a Decepticon person." Vicki informed. Then added as she pointed to the Decepticon emblem tattoo on her chest, which was mostly covered by the army-camo tank top she wore. "But you know that."
"Yeah but Knockout's your favorite Decepticon, and between a Decepticon and Autobot… the Autobot would treat you better… so I really don't get your rationalization." Libby pouted putting a chip in her mouth.
"What rationalization? I mean we're talking about fictional fucking giant ass robots." Vicki retorted as if she couldn't stress the size difference enough. "I mean…"
However her next statement was cut off as a loud boom like noise filled the night and the entire house shook and shuddered. Both sisters remained silent until the quaking stopped and then they stared at each other nervously.
"Earth-earthquake?!" Libby asked and Vicki couldn't help the snort of laughter that came from her.
"We live in Wisconsin genius." The older sister said as she climbed off her bed and pulled a pair of blue jeans over her pajama shorts. After a moment's hesitation she then also slipped on an oversized black hoodie.
"What are you doing?" Libby demanded, as she too clambered off the bed.
"I'm going to take a look around and assess the situation." Was the offhanded response.
"Then I'm going too." Libby said looking around for a sweater to put over her baggy pajama shirt. However Vicki shook her head.
"No you stay inside where it's safe…." She started, then at the look of worry her younger sister gave her, Vicki sighed and pulled a metal bat out from beneath her bed. "Take this and if anyone that's NOT me comes through that door, you have my permission to beat them to death."
Libby nodded at that and Vick grabbed her phone, hunting knife, and a flash light.
"I'll be back before you know it." Vicki offered with a wink in hopes of giving her sister a little piece of mind.
The first thing Vicki checked was the front of the log cabin and the drive way. Everything there seemed in order; both of their cars were exactly as they had been left. So Vicki made her way around toward the back. She scanned the tree line and checked each window hoping to find some sign to what had just occurred. However it wasn't until she moved to the back of the house that she could see anything wrong. The house was perfectly fine as was the large back yard, but just beyond the tree line surrounding the property, was the anomaly. A pulsing green glow was lighting the tree tops and Vicki quickly grabbed her phone as she headed toward the shed that held her dirt bike.
Libby sat listening intently to the silence of the house as she prayed for Vicki to make a quick return. However the sudden blare of "I'm sexy and I know it" caused the teen to jump and scream in surprise, before she quickly realized the noise was her phone.
"Vicki?" She questioned wearily as she answered the call, and she heard her sister chuckle slightly on the other end.
"Did you just scream?" Vicki then asked her and Libby blushed as she answered.
"It surprised me!"
"Ok well everything seems fine around the house…" Vicki started trying to put Libby at ease. However the teen knew her sister well, and could tell there was an unspoken 'but' in that sentence. So with a sigh she took a seat on the bed.
"But…" Libby then supplied so Vicki wouldn't have to.
"But something strange is going down in Mr. Fairen's field. I'm going to take my bike and check it out really quick, since he's out of town this week." Vicki informed her before adding hastily. "Though it's probably just a downed line, or transformer, or something."
"Ok hurry back." Libby stated and hung up after she heard her sister a hum in the affirmative. Once more the teen was left in silence, though it no longer seemed so nerve-wreaking and as she heard her sister's dirt bike start up and become distant she let out another sigh of relief.
Vicki put the kick stand down, parking herself on the edge of the field. The glowing was growing fainter by the minute, but since it was coming from a hole or crater, literally, in the middle of the field she was being cautious. The first though that had come to mind when she had gotten close enough to see the hole, was that maybe a plane had crashed. However the rest of the field remained untouched and there were no flames, only that eerie green light. Curiously and on guard, she made her way across the field and to the edge before she looked down to see that she was indeed right about it being a crater. Yet there was no asteroid inside but something large, metallic and circular, like a giant ring.
"Satellite crash?" She wondered out loud to herself before sighing. There was nothing she could really do about it, and it didn't seem urgent either, though she would have to remember to call Mr. Fairen tomorrow. So standing she turned and started to walk back to her bike; however, as she did so the dim, slow pulsing glow, grew both brighter and faster. Then the necklace she always wore slid out from under her hoodie, and floated in front of her face for a moment… the emerald crystal glowing and pulsing in time with the object behind her.
"What the fu-" Vicki started but was cut off as whatever was manipulating the crystal suddenly pulled it toward the thing in the crater. Vicki choked and struggled for a few seconds before managing to turn herself around, only to wish she hadn't. Her feet met the edge of the crater, and before she could think of what to do she was tumbling down the rocky slope. On instinct she tucked her head and did her best to curl into a ball, trying to protect herself the best she could. Yet no matter what she did she wasn't slowing, as both gravity, and the force manipulating her necklace, seemingly decided to team up in an epic fuck you gesture. Vicki stopped only when her back hit the large metal ring and the whiplash brought on by the sudden halt caused her head and the necklace to follow suit. The result was her legs splayed out in front of her, her back resting against the cold metal, and the emerald crystal sticking like a magnet to the ring. Her vision blurred then darkened around the edges, and just before she lost consciousness Vicki witnessed a bright green light fall around the edges of the crater like it was copying Green Lantern's shield.
Vicki awoke to the sun beating down on her. Her head a mixture of jackhammers and tilt-o-whirls, her entire body ached and throbbed, and her stomach was doing somersaults, cartwheels, backflips, and loop-d-loops. There was a horrible ringing in her ears that sounded like a nasty cocktail of nails on a chalkboard and metal scraping against metal, and she couldn't remember why she was in such a pitiful state or even outside to begin with.
"What the hell did I do? Drink the liquor store out of business?" She asked herself.
Feeling like she'd been run over by a bulldozer, Vicki opted to just remain where she was for several long minutes, which felt far more like hours than was necessary. Then she slowly tried to gather her thoughts in order. What had she been doing last night? Why was she sitting outside? Nothing was coming to her so she decided it was time to open her eyes. The sunlight spurred the jackhammers on but the steep rock and dirt incline before her, sparked her memories. Slowly she turned her head to glance at the metal wall behind her before she looked to the necklace hanging innocently against her hoodie. The color seemed more faded than usual, but Vicki dismissed it as a trick of the light.
"Fucking satellites." She grumbled as she moved in an attempt to stand.
However Vicki barely got one leg beneath her when her stomach decided that now was the perfect time to reject its contents. Falling to her hands and knees she retched up, what felt like, everything she had eaten for the past month, before her stomach seemed ok to move again. Taking it slow she moved away from the mess and attempted standing once more, this time though she was downed in two seconds with a sharp pain shooting through her left leg and ribs. Irritably she glared at the offending appendage only to notice for the first time the large tear in the thigh of her jeans and the blood and grime that caked the area that should have been exposed flesh. The wound thankfully didn't seem to be bleeding at the moment, and there was no sign of bone protrusion which she took to mean that nothing was broken. So taking a little more care, she forced herself up for the third time that morning. Once standing Vicki made her way toward the crater wall and decided it was probably best she didn't attempt to climb out. Grumbling she dug through her pockets for her phone and after several minutes she finally found it, only to discover it was broken and unusable.
"Fuck me…" She half whined half moaned as she tucked her phone back into her pants pocket before beginning the daunting task of trying to climb out of, what she decided, was hence forth going to be referred to as the 'Hell hole'.
Pain shot through her body with each move she made, including places she never knew could experience such a sensation, and the ringing, or rather grating, noise in her ears seemed to grow louder the closer she made it to the top. Personally she was ready for this to be over and took a moment to relish how good a shower was going to feel. A little more up-beat with that thought in mind she forced her way up and over the lip of the crater.
However as she made her way to the flat grassy expanse she came to the realization that she may have hit her head much harder than she had originally thought. The first reason for this thought was because it looked and felt like grass beneath her, but Mr. Fairen's field was nothing more than a tilled, rock filled, mud pit. The second reason, and the true reason she believed she was currently hallucinating, was the large familiar looking ped less than five feet from her face. Vicki's head swam with confusion, the dizziness doing nothing to help as she once more forced herself to her feet. Now standing she allowed her gaze to move up the ped and along the body until she focused on the familiar face plate of Knockout. He was currently down on one knee, reaching into the crater… most likely for the metal ring… and if Vicki wasn't so worried she had suffered some kind of brain damage she probably would have laughed.
Instead she deemed it best just to ignore the sight and get home. So she pushed on and stumbled forward like a clumsy drunk. However after going only a few feet she nearly took a nose dive, and blindly reached out for some support. Surprisingly her hand connected to smooth solid metal. Vicki blinked and her brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Her mind raced, attempting to put one and one together in a logical fashion, but when that failed miserably the reality of the situation dawned on her. Her green eyes widened as she realized the grating noise wasn't her ears ringing but the battle going on around her, and the solid metal she was using to support herself was attached to…
A large servo grabbed her just as she came to terms with the fact that this was really happening. Terror instantly sank her heart to her stomach and her gut somewhere near her feet as she found herself staring into glowing red optics.
"Hmm one of the Autobot's pets." He practically purred as she stared at him with growing fear. This could not be happening.
Vicki shut her eyes tightly wishing the Decepticon away in a futile attempt to return to the reality and sanity she knew. Yet her actions only seem to amuse him as he chuckled at her.
"Knockout!" Another familiar voice yelled and Vicki quickly turned her head in the direction of the voice.
She immediately regretted the action as pain exploded in the back of her mind, but Vicki was at least rewarded with the sight of Arcee for her efforts. The thought 'I'm saved!' entered her mind though her rising hope was promptly squashed as her eyes met Arcee's, and the Autobot's optics widened as she stopped her charge. This of course made Knockout chuckle darkly once more and a devious smirk crossed his features. Realizing her only hope was afraid of what might happen to the helpless human should she attack, Vicki couldn't help but wonder if life had some kind of grudge against her.
"Well fuck me with something hard and sand-papery." Vicki stated out loud without thinking. Knockout chuckled again.
"Sounds fun." He said and after a moment Vicki realized she hadn't missed any dialog exchange, but that he was actually talking to her.
'Shit!' Her brain screamed at her over and over again as she suddenly felt the need to struggle for her life. Why she hadn't tried to before was beyond her, though after about a minute of getting nowhere, wasting energy, and feeling even more pain than before she understood why.
The sudden panicked struggle of the human in his grip amused the Decepticon medic ,but had Arcee even more on edge.
"Let her go!" Arcee ordered.
"Hmmm… Nope." Knockout shot back.
The Autobot glared and if looks could kill Knockout would have died at least a hundred times. Still smirking the medic took a step back and Vicki felt a fresh wave of panic hit her like a ton of bricks. He was planning to leave and take her with as a hostage! 'Think!' Her mind screamed at her and immediately she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"I'll ruin your paint job!" His optics narrowed as he glanced at the human in his grip momentarily and realizing how bad that sounded Vicki continued.
"I mean I'm bleeding and covered in mud and dirt, you don't want that on you do you? I don't want to dirty you're interior or mess up you're awesome paint job… You're too gorgeous for that!" This seemed to please him a bit, but Vicki just continued, her mind going a hundred miles an hour trying to find the right words to say to make him put her down.
"Besides if you try to take me with you something bad could happen, like your door could get ripped off again, and that would just be a sin."
"How did you know about that?" He questioned menacingly. Vicki just ignored it, though somewhere in the back of her mind she was slightly surprised to discover it had really happened. Then her word vomiting reached critical levels as he continued to step back away from Arcee and without even thinking…
"Throw me!" Came out of her mouth. The Decepticon paused, his gaze once again flickering over to the human in his grip, only this time he was looking at her as if she had lost her mind, and Vicki was pretty certain she had since her brain was telling her this was a good idea.
"Yeah! I mean that ring thing is the important item you need right? And she can't chase you if she's occupied with me. So throw me at her and make your escape!" Vicki stated like a salesman offering up a promotional package.
Knockout hesitated and Arcee took the chance to step forward quickly putting the medic back on his guard.
"Put her down!" Arcee demanded as her arm blades appeared. She moved to take another step toward the Decepticon and Vicki yelled at the same time…
"THROW ME!" and he did.
Why it surprised her so much Vicki didn't know, but suddenly she found herself sailing through the air. She heard the cry of shock Arcee made and the sound of transforming from Knockout, and for the first time since she made the original comment Vicki realized what a horrible idea this actually was. Yup she had to have suffered some serious brain damage when she hit that metal ring thing! How the heck had she ever thought this was a brilliant plan? Also now that she was finding it hard to breath and couldn't even swallow her own spit, she realized she would have much rather died at the hands of her favorite Transformer than as a stain on the grassy field bellow. She should have just told him to crush her!
Closing her eyes Vicki tried her best to curl herself into a ball though it wasn't like such an action would prevent her from going splat. However just as she felt that it was all over, something solid curled around her, slowing her decent and cushioning her fall into something only mildly bone jarring. Blinking she looked up at a worried Arcee and after managing to offer a small smile, Vicki allowed herself to fall into a blissful oblivion of unconsciousness. Secretly she hoped that when she next opened her eyes she'd simply be laying awkwardly on the floor of her bedroom, with only a kink in her neck and the memory of a stupid dream to amuse her sister.
Thank you or reading! Please review and let me know what you think. For example if you like it or think I need to be killed with fire... Or even if you want me to continue this story and have ideas on that, ect... I'd be happy to hear from you -^^-
