EDIT: So, I read through this thing the other day, you know cause it's been so long since I've updated it, mostly because my computer went down, and deleted all the chapter I had for it, and well, it depressed me. Anyways, I decided to edit it, because let's face it. This story is just ... wow...
A/N: I don't know about anybody else, but having pens in my house is like having cocaine in a drug rehabilitation center. Sure, you'll have it for like a couple of seconds, but after that, somebody is going mug you for it. I tend to write in only black pens, and they have to be the pens that make that wonderful click sound. At the moment, I'm in love with the papermates. I bought a set of ten black pens, about a week ago, I keep my pens in a little christmas bag, and today, when I go to grab a black pen, I don't have one. All I have is green, orange, red, pink, purple, dark blue, a nice pretty light blue, and an invisible ink pen. It took two hours to find ONE of my pens. Primus knows where the rest went.
The worst nightmare for any night owl became reality for a young woman. Her alarm began blaring in her ear. She released a groan, and picked up the small device.
8:00 A.M.
She didn't see the point in checking the clock, she set it herself, but it was a habit she had. Given, it was a strange one.
The woman rolled off the bed, allowing the alarm clock to clatter to the floor, before she landed with a thud on the ground as well. She slowly stood up with a groan. "I need some cola." She scratched the back of her neck, and struggled to pull her ring covered fingers out of her rat nest of bright blue hair. "Damn. I forgot to take off my rings last night. I swear to god, if I have to cut my rings out of my hair again, I'm killing somebody."
Luckily for the woman it didn't come to that. Her ring covered fingers finally slipped out, pulling the minimum amount of hair with them. She sighed as she rubbed her eyes. She slowly slipped out of her room, and down the hall of her small apartment. "I have to piss." She mumbled ungracefully, and knocked on the bathroom door. "What the hell? I live alone." She muttered as she pushed the door open and walked inside.
The young woman groaned as she walked out of the bathroom, and down the hall, into a small kitchen. She made B-line for the black refrigerator, and opened it up. She pulled out a red can of Coca-cola.
She rubbed her cheek against the can, and walked to the other side of the kitchen where a two person table sat. She put the can down, and walked over to the kitchen counter. She smiled as she pulled a loaf of bread from the cabinet.
"Yeah toast!" She cheered as she pulled out two slices of bread, and dropped them into the specified slots on the toaster. She laughed a little as she continued to sing the song. "I get up in the morning bout six a.m! Have a little jelly, have a little jam! Take a piece of bread put in the slots! Press down the lever and the wires get hot. I get toast!" She laughed for a moment before pressing down the lever on her toaster.
The woman ran over to her small kitchen table, and picked up her soda. She smiled as she opened the can, a hiss and pop filled the room. She brought the can up to her nose and took a deep whiff. "This is so much better than coffee."
The young woman jumped as the sound of toast popping into the air reached her ears. She laughed at herself as she put down her drink, and ran over to the toaster. She pulled a plate out of the dish drainer, and examined it to make sure she cleaned it as good as she hoped she had.
When the plate passed her examination she picked up the pieces of toast with the tips of her fingers. "Hot, hot, hot, hot!" She dropped to two pieces of toast onto the plate and smiled. She put the plate onto the table, and ran back to the fridge. "Where's the jam?" She looked in the door and smiled as she pulled out a jar of Strawberry jam. She opened a drawer grabbed a butter knife before running back to the table and taking a seat.
The young woman opened the jam, and dipped her knife it, skillfully pulling out a chunk of jam to spread on her toast. As soon as she spread the jam evenly across the toasts' surface she placed the knife on the edge of her plate, and closed the jar. She grabbed a piece of toast and took a deep breath before stuffing the whole slice into her mouth (A/N: My friend does that, and it's absolutely disgusting. She's so small, and should not be able to fit that much bread in her mouth, but she does. –shivers-)
She chewed for a couple of minutes before washing it down with her soda. She quickly repeated the whole process with her last slice. She quickly emptied the can before throwing it in the trash, and putting everything else away except for the plate which she threw into the sink.
The young woman ran down the hall and into her bedroom. She grabbed a black skirt out of her closet along with a white button down blouse that had a breast pocket. "Perfect for today!" She smiled as she rummaged through her dresser drawer for her white lace underwear. "I can't wear black today! It'll show through the shirt. God damn it! Oh, FOUND IT!" She grabbed the set of underwear and ran back down the hall into the bathroom. She closed and locked the door before she stripped off her clothes, and cursed. "Shit! I forgot to turn on the shower!"
The woman stepped into the shower and pressed herself into a relatively safe corner. She turned on the shower, and waited for the slowly heating water to finish the grueling process. As soon as it was at a bearable temperature she stepped under and began soaking her hair. She quickly washed herself, and then her hair, hoping the conditioner would help get some of the tangles out of her hair.
As soon the woman stepped out of the shower she brushed through her soaking wet hair, and wrapped it up with a towel. She quickly dried off, and put on her clothes. She inspected herself in the mirror before frowning. "Shit. I forgot my makeup and tie." She quickly ran to her room, and pulled out a small bucket filled with the five make up products she used, base, powder, eye liner, lip gloss, and mascara. She pulled out a small round mirror, and began applying the makeup.
As soon as she was satisfied she grabbed her tie and wrapped it around her neck. She grabbed two socks and put them on before running out of her room, and to the front door. She pulled on ankle boots, and ran out the front door. She quickly locked it, and walked out to the parking lot in front of the apartment buildings where a Red and Black Lamborghini waited. She opened the driver's side door, and climbed in, patting the dash. "Good morning, Sideswipe!"
A snort came from the radio. "Good morning, Ember."
"What's so funny?" Ember asked getting on her knees and digging through the backseat. She frowned as the car started up, and backed out of its parking space. "Nothing. Just picking on Sunny."
Ember grunted in acknowledgment and continued her digging. She grabbed her gun holster, and threw it into the front seat. "How much shit do I have back here, and why haven't you taken it out?"
"You left it there last night after your drinking binge. You bought it all from the shop next to the bar."
"I don't remember that."
"I doubt you would have."
Ember snorted and positioned herself correctly onto the front seat. The seat belt wrapped around her gently. "Where's my gun and badge?"
The glove box popped open and a police badge shot out. "I keep the gun until we get to the station. We don't want a repeat of last time, do we?"
Ember let out an awkward laugh as she grabbed her gun holster and wrapped the velcro straps around her right thigh. "I could have sworn the safety was on."
"Well it wasn't. I got a bunch of slag from Sunny because of that." A sigh came from the radio. "Prowl just had to partner me up with the newbie."
Ember crossed her arms and pouted. "That's just mean." A grunt reverberated through the cab. "How long until Chief and Prowl let us respond to a Decepticon alert?"
"I already can and do."
Ember stuck out her tongue. "I said we."
"Who knows. Prowl doesn't send anybody out unless they have a high percentage that they will come back in one piece, or alive. I think it's like sixty or something like that."
Ember nodded as the car pulled up to a police building. The Iacon Earth headquarters for SADCTF or special Anti Decepticon crime Task force. Every human agent was teamed up with an Autobot. The newbies, like Ember, were given ordinary cases that over flowed from the regular Police Department. Then come the regulars, who worked on crimes that involved low ranking Decepticons. At the top of the totem pole were the Elite. These guys were the top of the top. They worked on cases that involved especially dangerous Decepticons, not that all Decepticons aren't dangerous.
Sideswipe pulled into a huge hangar, and opened his driver side door. He shoved Ember out, and he quickly transformed. Ember grunted as she hit the ground. Sideswipe bent down next to her. "If I give this to you, you have to promise that you will never, NEVER EVER, fire it inside me again."
Ember smiled as she pinned her badge to her breast pocket. "Deal."
Sideswipe frowned, and held the small pistol between two digits. He dropped it into Ember's outstretched hand, and stool up. "Oh, by the way, you're late."
Ember jumped to her feet, and placed the gun in the holster wrapped around her thigh. "Shit!" She sprinted through a small door, and into an office area. "I'm here!" She earned a couple of laughs from stray agents around the room.
"Ember Martins!" The door at the end of the office swung open. A gruff looking man stood in the doorway.
Ember straightened up and gave the man a salute. "Chief!"
The man's eyes slowly closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "What the hell is on your head?"
Ember's hands flew to her head. Plush. Huh, it felt kind of like the towels in her bathroom. Oh. Ember's eyes widened. "Crap!" She ripped the towel off her head and let her damp hair fall around her face.
The chief sighed. "I worry about you."
Ember's head fell. "I know, chief."
The chief shook his head. "I have a new assignment for you. It's from Autobot City."
"Really?"
The chief smiled and nodded. "Come on." He motioned to his office, and grunted as Ember shoved her way through. He sighed and looked around the small office. The other agents stared at him with amused eyes. "Be lucky none of you have to be chief."
Ember casually sat on a chair in front of the chief's desk; Smiling like a kid who's parents just told them that for the rest of their life they will only be eating sweets.
"Stop that." Chief rolled his eyes. The woman's smile turned into a grumpy looking frown. "Dear god! What have I told you about drinking soda in the morning?"
"Do it?" Ember's smile reappeared.
The chief shook his head, and grabbed a folder. "This is from Autobot City Headquarters. Do you know who's name is on it?" Ember shook her head with giddiness. "Not yours." Ember's head sagged. Chief put down the folder and picked up another. "This one on the other hand," Ember snapped her head up, "Had yours and Sideswipe's names."
Ember smiled and snatched the folder out her chief's hand. It wasn't everyday a person like Ember got a case folder from Autobot city! She silently looked over the folder, her smile fading with every second. "This is just my file."
"It is. There's something different about it though."
Ember looked through the folder more thoroughly. "Wait. I don't live in Autbot City." She glanced up at the chief.
Chief was smiling. "You do now. Autobot city is low on recruits. They want you and Sideswipe to work there. I'm warning you though. Things are different there. Well, I guess you'd know that, being born there, and all."
"Yeah, I guess."
Chief frowned. "What? You should be happy you're being called to work for your home city. Sideswipe gets to see his brother, and best of all you can tell Prowl off for not sending you out on a real case."
"Yeah."
The chief sighed. "Alright, we're done. Autobot City takes care of all moving and breaking lease fees. You have to be packed up by next week. You're off duty until then."
Ember nodded and slowly moped out of the office door. Chief sighed. "I swear she's bipolar."
Ember sighed as she slowly made her way over to her small desk. "How's the news, Newbie?" A man asked.
Ember smiled sadly. "I'm getting transferred to Autobot city."
The man smiled. "Congrats! Almost everybody here dreams of that happening to them!"
Ember frowned. "Thanks Joseph."
Joseph smiled and sat at his desk. "You used to live in Autobot City, right?"
Ember nodded. "I lived there until I turned eighteen and came to the academy here. My dad still lives there. He's a principal of some high school there."
"Don't envy him for that job. Why'd you come to the academy here instead of there?"
"My mom was killed during a Decepticon attack when I was younger. My dad doesn't like any Cybertronians, and wouldn't like me working with them."
Joseph's eyebrow lifted up. "Aren't you twenty-six?"
"Yes."
"What the hell does your dad think you do?"
"He thinks I work as an accountant."
Joseph burst out laughing. "You?"
"He hasn't seen me since I was eighteen! He doesn't know me!"
"Yeah, whatever. Need any help packing up your work space?"
"Naw. All I ever brought here was the one picture. Everything else belongs to the office."
"Cheer up! By going to Autobot City you'll become a regular in no time!"
Ember forced a smile onto her face. "You're right! I should just be happy!"
Joseph smiled. "There you go."
Ember grabbed her badge and set it on the desk. "Do you think they'll let me keep this gun?"
Joseph frowned. "No."
Ember snorted and pulled her gun out the holster. "Thanks." She sat the gun down on the desk. "Bye Joseph."
Joseph gave the girl a hug. "Bye, Ember. Good luck."
"Thanks." Ember grabbed her picture frame and looked down at it. It was a picture of the whole group of officers that worked in the office. There was only five including her. She smiled before she walked out of the office and into the hangar.
Sideswipe leaned against the wall talking to another bot. He spotted Ember and quickly finished his conversation. He flashed a smile at Ember as he walked up to her. "They told you, huh?"
Ember nodded. "Yeah. I bet you're excited."
Sideswipe shrugged. "I kinda miss Sunny, but as soon as we get onto that base I won't be able to get away with half of what I do here."
Ember smiled as Sideswipe transformed and let her in.
