Authors note: I have decided to revamp my stores, looking back I have made a whole lot of mistakes seeing long terms having some aspiring story telling in other media none fan fiction areas.
Of course we want to insert out self in a world we all love, even I have been there. Rewriting takes a hell of lot time to fit all the pieces together adding more depth to the overall plot, deleting unnecessary scenes and so on. Just like when an author writes his/her novel.
Restricting my self, to be very critical of my self, have a general outline of each chapter, point of view; in this case First Person View, and added some Third Person Views in some chapters.
Grammar, oh gods grammer is important, I am not a grammar nazi, (gotta love google),I have watched and listened on youtube vids for great tips. And for the most avoiding the Mary Sue/Gary Stu's.
Looking back I am beating my self up I did fell into mistakes through the first chapters of both stories here on . Some wrongs have been eased out learning about my mistakes, having to make my protagonist OC seem more as a person then just a self insertions.
My OC have gone a long way from the start. Even others characters around her she interacts I have altered drastic like such her brother who I was not happy at first looking over his personality traits where well defined.
So enjoy the re-edited story.
I will do my best to update as far I am able due to real life complications that has first priority.
Chapter 1 One of those Mondays
It was just yet one of those Mondays that started out like the shit hit the fan. First of all my car broke down, then I missed the train and top of that it was raining so was almost drenched once I reached the office. I had not taken account the rain would be that bad, oh yeah forgot my umbrella while rushing out of the door.
I failed to check the weather report before I left of from home so had no umbrella and my thin jacket was not entirely waterproof.
Huffing and fuming in anger I entered the main reception hall and Annie greeted me. I only gave a short nod at her. I couldn't be mad at her, it was not her fault. She is a nice girl and whom was better working the busy phone-line. Prying my self have chosen her amongst many candidates for the job.
The new models where already sitting in the waiting area and sat nervously as I walked in fuming with anger and annoyance. Expanding took its time since we moved to bigger locales, meant more work and management.
On the résumé it said HR Manager, but have found my self at times acting as a nanny to the young girls and kept them in check not doing any reckless behaviour. Modelling is a side job for them, some studied at the university.
I had left some work undone Friday, it needed to be done before lunch, which was...in an hour as I looked at the clock over the door. This calls for an espresso from the coffee machine. Better make that a double and went back straight to work.
Taking a sip of my coffee and turned to the screen. I literately needed to bury myself in my work. Squinting my eyes glaring at the desk top background of a white Lancia had my brain flinch. Why did I still have it as a background? I should have altered it already feeling it was more of a distraction.
My heart felt if it was going to burst out and bleed all over. For fuck sake not now, exasperated clenching my fists into a ball.
As the Autobots prepared and pack what few personal belongings they had at the temporary base.
I didn't want him to see me cry, it was not worth it. A shadow hovered over me, wanting to form a decent sentence, yet couldn't say anything. My mind and feelings had where torn. He needed to go and I should be the bigger person to understand, but felt very selfish, I wanted him to stay. But they needed him to help rebuild and secure their homeworld.
We where out of hearing ears and audio receptors and he knelt down to me.
"You know I have to go," his deep rasp voice whispered to me. I nodded and looked down, I wanted to scream at him, but I couldn't.
I just couldn't.
A digit gently lift my chin op to gaze yet again to his optics.
"Stay strong Little Lady," his favourite pet name for me. A small smile appeared on my lips. "There we go, not end of the world."
A tear did escape my eye, quick wiping it away and the other brushed over the smooth polished gem quartz pendant. A souvenir found on one of our many adventures together.
I took it off and handed it to him. "Here take it, as a good luck charm" It sounded really cheesy, like the when a fair maiden ging her knight a token before going of to battlefield. With a rumble of gears and pistons he accepted it.
The others where waiting, and Ratchet activated the ground bridge to the Nemesis. One by one the Autobots walked through Wheeljack was about to walk through and turned gazing straight at me with a smile giving a salute.
When the ground bridge was shut of, I ran out. My name was called, I didn't care, just wanted to get out of there. The hot Neveda sun blazed down on me, nearly running over a soldier glancing baffled my way. "Miss, is something wrong?"
"Fuck off!" spewing at him and stomped off.
I snapped back to present time. No time to think about it now...you got work to do Hope.
I tapped in between and files I needed and got started. Only my tapping on the keyboard and the radio nearby filled the rooms silence. Focusing my thoughts at the task at hand.
Happy I learned back in my chair, but then that empty feeling suddenly came again in my heart. Someone knocked on my office door and Annie's head popped in.
"Er Hope, you busy?"
"Depends what kind of busy."
"Er, well..." she fidgeted with the door handle.
"Please don't tell me there is a drama queen amongst the new girls?"
We have had some incidents that there had been some drama between some of the models. I had to take action at the time my boss was not around ending I was force to fire a girl cause her harassed the other girls thinking better then everyone else. Until she meet me. After that incident, a new policy was set in motion.
"No no...there is this guy, he's asking for you," Annie nervous fidgeted nervous with the door handle.
"Huh? Why my?" peering at her suspicious.
"I don't know, he just came in and asked for you, said it was important."
What so important some random guy wants to talk to me. Hmm, could be a client.
"Al right I be there in a sec," waving her off.
Taking a look in my pocket mirror patching up on the make up, nothing wrong being a little vain. Dear gods I look like a mess.
Hair twisted and rolled it into a bun held in place by a long hairpin adorn with a dark red rose on the tip. Contempt I looked presentable straightened my little black lace work dress. Black never goes out of style.
Out on the hall, Fie our student intern nearly ran me over.
"Ups sorry."
"What is going on?" I had to raise my voice a bit, she stopped and faced me with a goofy looking smile.
"Oh ehm, some new guy showed up, and he is gorgeous," she squeaked in glee with a phone glued to her hand.
Holding down an urge to cuss, what had her wind up? Did I miss a memo we are now hiring male models now. Oh joy, now I have also had to deal with that. One of these sudden hectic Mondays, like my day couldn't get any worse. And where the hell where my boss all of a sudden? Oh right he is busy interviewing new models, one at a time, so it said on the intra calender last time I checked.
I entered the main reception area. There is only one guy in the middle of the buzzard of girls circling around him, he was talking with one of the girls, a new aspiring model with a sweat face, she giggled at something he said.
Placing my hand on my hip "Ahem!"heads turned, room feel silent.
"Someone was asking for me?"
Gaping at the guy, hand fell to my side, the eyes looked...out of place, and somehow familiar. Bright, ice blue. It couldn't be? no Hope its just a silly fantasy.
I was a deer caught in the headlight, unable to move, he stalked in fluid motion towards me, showing a distinct soft smug smile that spilling over his face with a scar running down from one eye and lip.
My heart skipped a beat. The warmth he gave off
"Missed me much?" a deep husky grinding sound came from his throat. I swear that voice alone could make any girls panties fall off by themselves. A finger hooked under my chin, other arm wrapped around my back and pulled me close.
His lips lithe brushing over mine own took me by surprise. The barely there contact, sent shivering goosebumps up and down my spin when he finally moulding and claimed my mouth. Not thinking it triggered a wanton for more wrapping my own arms around his neck. Eagerly getting a response of a pair of hands grasping a tight hold on my buttocks into a squeeze, which made me let mourn in pleasure.
Our lips parted. Panting for air, heart pounding in my chest. Talk about taking my breath away.
Murmurs of voices had me snap back to reality, several had their mobile device aimed at us. No doubt it is going to be uploaded. Mix of shocked and dreamy faces watching a romantic movie. Annie was trying not squeal pressing both hands against her mouth. A girl hyperventilating fanning her face with her hands "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Another chuckled, "Its getting hot in here," sitting next to her with a big smile on her face trying to calm her friend from passing out. "Get a room you two," a third commented. Rest where cheering, smiling and clapping.
In a quick motion, pushing myself from his embrace, caught his shirt to drag him into my office and slammed the door shut. Next thing I knew, a flat hand landed on his face, feeling a small portion of satisfaction the sound it made.
"What the frag woman?! Warning if you gonna smack a wrecker around," stumbled back surprised, rubbing the jaw, "got a nasty swing there."
"Oh boo hoo, shouldn't you Wrecker types be tough guys or something?" turning, giving him the cold shoulder. "You embarrassed me out there," my fists clenched feeling the nails bore into my palms.
"You sure where happy to see me out there, where did that go?" faint mumbling cussing uttered from him, properly feeling the cheek. Well deserved I thought to my self.
The door to me office opened and my boss came in, he was past his 40's causal suit and a pair of sneakers. The grey hair couldn't be seen because he regularly dyed it. He was waving a bundle of papers in his hands.
"Hope, got something to add I failed to mention the other day, totally forgot about it. There is the matter of... "he stopped himself in mid sentence. He peered back and forth between the two of us until it hit him.
"For the million times, when the door is closed, knock" groaning lolling head back with rolling eyes.
"Oh, so this is the guy?"
"What?!" starring back at my boss.
"Sweety, we didn't want to say anything, we where afraid to ask or you rip our heads off," my boss struck a nerve feeling my temper rise up. "And on top of that, I think you should take the day off, no scratch that, take the whole week off, maybe two if you feel like it."
Not what I have planned "But what about..."
He cut me quick off, '"Ah ah missy, you have been working none stop and I am grateful for that, but I can't have my employees get stressed. You haven't had a vacation since your accident," he waved a finger at me. "Get your stuff sorted out, I don't like having you stress over some random guy making you miserable," last part aimed directly at 'the guy' he shot a glance at.
He closed the door behind him.
Still fuming, giving a death glare over my shoulder. "For fuck sake, you got some nerve coming back and fuck up my life once more."
Seething from the inside out, inside counted down from 10 and breathed accordingly that should calm me.
A certain somebodies arm slithered around my waist and pulled me back into his warmth. At first I wanted to get away, but then he let out a raw rumble coming from deep in his throat, it shocked me how it affected me, my anger fit was gone. Looking down, I could not get my eyes off his arms, toned and muscular in all the same.
His breath fell on my ear. A hand pulled out my hairpin and fingers combed through the silky strands while another raw rumble gave me goosebumps. The good kind.
Soft gasping moan escaped my lips, feeling a mouth descend onto the my bare shoulders, gently kissing, moving up the side of my neck striking the right nodes making me writhe in his grasp.
With a rough husky voice, he whispered, "This is more like it."
"How is this possible?"panting, craning my neck around to look at him, one free hand curious explored on its own up the arm and shoulder where I could reach
"Sweetspark, you humans have a lot to learn about holomatter," pretty smug about him self.
"I see, impressive," hand glided further up, tilting his head letting my hand glide further up the neck to the hair, it's texture felt thick and smooth running it through my fingers. Nice touch there is strands of grey in the black hair. "You really did your homework how to make a woman moan."
"Lets say I have some experience in the field."
"Wait what?" blinking at him, did I hear that correct? "Explain your self soldier."
Not skipping a beat "We bots can have fun same way as you humans, difference is size."
At first I didn't understand, then it clicked...Size...right...so his...Oh... "Thank you for that mental image," giggling.
A bold hand has sneaked it self under my skirt, a thump nudged under the hem of a pair of panties.
"Woah, not here," swiping the invasive naughty hand away. "Let go."
"As the Lady commands," clear hint in the tone of his voice bore a small disappointment as he released his hold on me, yet the imprint where the hand had been stirred me in places I didn't knew could be possible. I spun around and faced him, that usual carefree smug smile always plastered on his face.
Out the window I caught a familiar glimpse, it stood out from the rest. It gave me an idea. I am a woman, with certain needs, and had my own tricks to get any man aching for more. Well he is a male so it might work on him.
"I know," finding a sultry tone of my own voice, "there is place where we can be alone. As long you let me drive." slowly tracing a few finger downward from the middle of his chest, resting to stop at the hem of the trousers.
"You sure you can handle my engine, not all can tame it," purring, watching in fascination at my fingers decent.
"Babe, you can consider it foreplay," liking my lips and moved the finger all the way up to under his chin.
A mischievous glint in his eyes told me I had hit the right spot. This Monday turned out to be not that bad after all.