No Giving Up
Kireania
A/N: I know I need to finish my other stories but I thought of this one and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Believe it or not I typed this up in about four hours flat. This will contain Robotxhuman sex and then a lot of angst and self hate. This is not going to be a sunshine story, but it's not going to be a complete down either. The chapters will vary.
Warnings: Death and Angst, no sex sorry. Need a plot for right now.
Chapter One: Shattered Normalacy
"Yea Naomi I'll be home in just a little while. I'm tired so I'm not sure if I'll even get on tonight." Listening to the voice on the other side of the phone, green eyes darted across traffic making sure that there was nothing changing that would cause an accident. Glancing up at the rearview mirror a smile laced her lips at the sight of her out cold seven year old brother. He was too cute.
Looking forward again she saw her family's van ahead of her and smiled again, her brother had desperately wanted to drive with her and not in the van. It wasn't an insult but it had been a long time since his sister had been home and he just wanted to spend some time with her...even if he was completely knocked out from exhaustion. Smiling she never saw the cop car swerve over to her lane suddenly. She never saw the lights of the car. Her car was suddenly shoved over roughly and was now skidding along as she slammed on her brakes. The only thought in her head was to get her car over to safety and protect her brother.
She let out a scream and dropped the phone that was still connected to her friend. Her friend started calling out asking what was going on, but the dark haired girl couldn't answer as she was hit multiple times by many other cars. Pieces of her car were shattering and a jagged piece rammed into her left leg. Screaming in pain she prayed for the movements to stop. She prayed that nothing had touched her brother. Even through her pain her brother came first. Finally everything was still, everything was black.
She wasn't sure how long she had been out but looking around she realized that it was long enough for the medics to appear on the scene. She was in the middle though and they were a long way from getting to her if she stayed where she was. Whimpering from the pain that laced down her neck, she looked back at her brother. Eyes widening, she saw that he lay on the seat with some blood spattered on his face...he was unconscious. Struggling against her seat belt she finally got it off and ignoring her pain she reached back and pulled her brother up to her. Checking his heart and breathing was terrifying but she gave a small laugh as she still felt it.
Looking for a way out of her car her eyes spotted her family's silver minivan. Tears fell down her face even before she could recognize what she was seeing. There was no way anyone from her family in that car had survived. It was completely totaled. It was about six cars ahead and there were medics already on the scene, but she knew that it was too late. Her family was gone. Holding her brother close she sobbed out even as there was a pounding on her window. Looking up she came in contact with familiar blue eyes. It was her other brother. Gasping in relief and fear she put her hand on the window. She watched as in slow motion he made a movement for her to back up and cover her face. When she did as he asked he started to pound on the window with a huge piece of scrap that was lying around. Finally the window shattered.
"David, oh my god, David" She reached out and grabbed her other brother tightly and just sobbed for a moment before her mind kicked into action. She didn't know how badly hurt either one of them was so she needed to act fast. Lifting their younger brother out she handed him over to the one outside of her window before she tried to slip out. Falling out of the window was a more accurate description though, seeing as she caused herself more injuries from the pieces that littered the highway.
David hefted her up and helped his significantly shorter sister to see the damage that was surrounding them. Green eyes numbly surveyed her surroundings before she saw a car not to far off that had crying children in it. The mother was leaning on the steering wheel and it seemed that the young ones were trying to wake her. Not wasting a breath she walked over and tapped on the window gaining the little ones attention. Doing the same thing that her brother had done for her she quickly broke the window and reached in for each one and pulled them out one at a time, before sending them to her brother. Breaking the front window she tried to be careful and not hurt the woman with the glass but soon enough she was in. Laying a palm on the woman she waited to feel a pulse or a breath of air. She felt a small one of both. Leaning in she worked on the woman's seat belt before she resorted to using the pocket knife that was still in her back pocket to cut through the belt. Ignoring the pain that was shooting through her leg and the headache that was beginning to take over her, she pulled at the woman and tried to get her out but it was no use she didn't have the leverage or the strength for it. Looking over he shoulders she saw her brother heading her way and silently stepped back. Taking Aaron from David's arms she watched as he struggled to pull the woman out. His height and remaining strength were just enough to pull the woman out.
Suddenly everything started spinning. Nothing would hold still. Calling out in fear Tarot collapsed onto the ground into unconsciousness. Her brother left the now freed woman's side and went to his sister. He could see her cut still bleeding but he didn't know how deep it was. Lifting her head up onto his lap he looked around and thanked whatever being could be watching over them that the medics were suddenly surrounding them. He allowed them to take his sister's unconscious body away from him. They could fix her. He watched as they took Aaron from her clasped arms and smiled slightly at the struggle she put up even when she wasn't awake. He scanned the area and saw all the injuries, many were dead he knew that his family now just consisted of the three children and the animals that were back at home. He had been the only one in the Van that had survived. Looking back over he forced himself not to cry as he spotted the Van. He had argued with them so much and now they were gone. At least the day trip they were all returning from had been a fun time, without arguments. It had been a treat.
Feeling hands on his shoulder David allowed himself to stand and be taken over to one of the ambulances, getting in he was carted off with a few others to the hospital. He waited to be checked over and cleared so he could find his siblings. Finally after waiting for close to two hours he lost his patience and snatched a doctor that was just passing by and demanded to know where his brother and sister were. The doctor blinked at him and then looked down at his clipboard. Old eyes scanned the names and soon they located two names that matched the ones that he was just asked about. Nodding he motioned for the eighteen year old to follow him to where these two were being kept. They were both in the same room it seemed because Aaron had regained consciousness and then had refused to stop trying to escape and find his sister and brother. He had been near hysterics and the staff didn't want to sedate him just in case he had a concussion.
David entered the room to find Aaron curled up in the bed with his sister still out right next to him. Hazel eyes a lot like how Tarot's eyes had been when she was younger looked up and then the young boy was scrambling to get to his brother. David picked him up and looked over where there were a few band aids covering small scrapes. Aaron had been mostly left alone thankfully. Walking over to where his sister laid he saw that she had not been so lucky with her injuries. Her face was scratched and she had a large bruise forming on her cheek, her arms were covered in cuts and he had no doubt that her leg was stitched heavily. Sitting on the bed softly he watched her breathe. She couldn't leave him. He wasn't ready to be alone and taking care of Aaron by himself. He needed his sister to help him. She was the one that knew the most on how to survive; he hadn't really thought he would have to learn that just yet. Gently he pushed some hair away from her face and sighed lightly. They were alone now. Moving to the chair that was right next to the bed he sat down and watched as his brother went back to cuddling with his sister. David wished he could but the bed wasn't big enough unless they were turned towards each other and she wasn't lying like that right then. He would settle for just watching over them.
He didn't know how long he sat there just watching and waiting to see those green eyes staring at him in confusion, but they had yet to open and do anything yet. He was losing hope that she would wake up. She had to though, she was strong like that. She complained about small cuts and bruises but he knew that real pain never bothered her. She was different like that; this pain should not be keeping her out like this. Grabbing his hair he pulled at it and wished there was someone he could ask for help. He began to cry everything catching up with him. His parents and grandparents were now dead and he was the oldest one that was awake. He never noticed the nurse enter until she cleared her throat lightly. Looking up with puffy red eyes she fidgeted lightly and then told him that there was a phone call for her. She was asleep though so he decided he would take it.
"Hello?" David's voice was choked and tight from his sobbing. It took a second but then the voice on the other line spoke.
"Is this Tarot's father?" That made David shut his blue eyes in pain. He wanted to open his eyes and see his entire family around him. He wanted to be home with everyone laughing then arguing he just wanted this to go away, to not be real.
"No this is her brother, David." He wasn't sure who this was but he wasn't going to say more than need be. The female voice on the phone seemed to understand that and didn't push for a moment, but then she introduced herself.
"My name's Naomi. I was talking to Tarot while she was driving. What's happened? Is she ok? Is Aaron ok? Are you? Your parents?" Her questions were coming at him quickly and each word made him want to cry even more. He knew about this friend. He knew about a lot of her online friends.
Biting his lip he sighed and then took the phone over to his chair. Looking at his sister he started talking slowly, voice thick. "There was a car accident that soon became a pile up. I'm ok, just small scrapes, Aaron is ok too. Tarot...Tarot is unconscious right now. She had major blood loss and a possible concussion. She has yet to wake up and it's been hours." He paused here unsure if he could even answer the question about his parents.
Swallowing he forced himself to tell her the rest. "We are the only ones left in our family." There he hadn't used the words died or did not survive but his meaning was clear. The silence on the other end showed that there was an understanding there.
A shaky voice then asked just one question. "Where are you guys?" Giving her the location and the room number, he took down her number and promised to call if there were any changes. Hanging up he looked back at his sister, still no movement. He was terrified.
There was shouting in the hallway. Who would be shouting at this time in the morning? It had been two days and still his sister had not moved. David had been forced to take Aaron to the cafeteria, even though the boy hadn't wanted to leave his sister. Aaron was clinging to her as if he understood that she was now his only connection to his dead parents. She was the oldest between all of them and she also looked like their mother. Aaron loved David, but he needed his sister right then, he also knew that David needed her as well. Getting up David went to check out what the noise was about. Looking out into the hall he saw a group of people. They were loud and upset.
"We have to see her" The voice was familiar but the lanky teen couldn't put his finger on it
"It's not visiting hours yet." It was one of the doctors; this one was one that David didn't like.
"I don't care. I need to see Tarot." This voice had an accent. He definitely didn't recognize him.
Hearing his sister's name he decided to draw the attention onto himself. Maybe he could get some answers that way. Clearing his throat he spoke quietly. "Who are you and why do you need to see my sister?"
The woman's eyes widened and then she smiled. Stepping forward she looked him over. She could see the family resemblance. "I spoke with you on the phone. I'm Naomi." Pointing the guy that didn't look much older than David himself she continued, "That's Tom, Tarot's boyfriend. We came because we were worried."
David looked at Naomi and nodded, he now knew her voice. His tired blue eyes then went to the guy that had the accent. So this was her boyfriend. He looked panicked and worried beyond anything. Sighing he looked at the doctors and nurses. "They're here and there's no point in making such a fuss and waking up others. They can come in." The medical group didn't look happy bought that but they did agree that there was no point in waking other patients. The two new people walked into the room after David reentered it himself. Sitting back down in his chair he noticed that his little brother was now in a different position. Leaning forward he pet his brother's hair and then glanced at his sister.
Tom moved forward instantly. He sat down on the bed and then looked over her face. The bruise was still there as were the cuts, but she was alive. Shaking hands reached out and caressed her soft face as she continued to sleep. His hand then trailed over her face in reverence. This was not how their first time meeting was supposed to go, but when he had heard that she had been in an accident and wasn't waking up he had panicked and booked the first flight he could to where Naomi had told him she was. Naomi had down the same thing and they had met up and went to the hospital together. Looking back at Naomi he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes. What if his loved never woke up, what if she died from this. These questions flitted across his eyes and they were easy to read. Stepping forward she too looked down at her friend. The girl's soul-sister, Brit couldn't get over here. She had no money right then and no means of getting there. She knew the girl was scared shitless and was waiting for Naomi's promised call. Looking over at the phone she quickly dialed out to the girl that annoyed the hell out of her but had the same friend as she did. The call was short but there was a promise of an update as soon as there was one.
Looking back over the sleeping girl Naomi knew that they now had to wait. She hated it and she wasn't the only one either.
It was dark. Perhaps nighttime...no just dark. She was surrounded in it. She was being suffocated by it. She couldn't move and she couldn't call for help. Her eyes tried to find something in her dark cage but there was nothing but darkness. She began to grow tired, her bright green eyes drifted close before shooting back open. No she had to find her brothers. She had to stay and protect them. She had to stay there; she had to be there for them. Struggling against the heaviness in her body she fought for what felt like an eternity. Panting she let out a sob of grief. She couldn't abandon her brothers, they needed her. Crying softly she begged through her mind for something, anything to help her. She needed to be alive. Her tears fell into the darkness. She couldn't see them or what they hit but she knew they were no longer on her face.
"What are you willing to sacrifice, for your life?" Green eyes widened at the voice. It was a deep voice, melodic but deep and it vibrated through her entire body. She couldn't see anything; there was nothingness that encompassed her, so where was the voice coming from. She thought about the question. What would she sacrifice if she could just go back and be there for her family; the true question was what wouldn't she sacrifice. Nothing was more important to her than her brothers...
The voice seemed to be able to hear her thoughts for it laughed. Tarot tried to block it out, it wasn't a laugh that she ever wanted to hear again. It wasn't the type of laugh that was from enjoyment, it was different. "You'd willingly sacrifice you're life just to live and protect you're family?" That question made no sense. Why would she kill herself just to live? What the hell was this voice getting at? Her anger was beginning to rise as she was no closer to getting out than she was before the voice.
"Must everything be life and death with you humans? Just because I ask for your life does not mean that you would be dead. Your life will belong to me, you will do as I say, you will hold me within you and play your part it what is coming. That is the deal. Will you back out or accept it."
She could tell that the voice was dead serious, no pun intended. Thoughts flitted through her mind. She could feel that Tom was beside her, Naomi was there as well. She didn't know how she knew this. It wasn't like she could see them or talk to them. The deal with the voice sounded ominous and she had a feeling that if she agreed she would get only what she asked for, life to protect her family. She knew there would be no more boyfriend, no more friends, no one else would be able to get her protection unless the voice told her they could. Was it worth it? Was it worth waking up and seeing her love just to have to leave him later? Was it worth seeing her friends and then having to close off from them. Tears slid down her face yet again because she knew it was. As long as she could protect her brothers she knew she would give up everything. Choking out she finally found her voice.
"Y...yes. Ple...please, I have...have to protect my brothers." There was no laughter at her response. It was answered with mere silence. The presence was still there, it seemed to be thinking. She didn't know why she thought it was thinking but it didn't matter cause a moment later there was a blinding light and shock to her body. Her blood rushed through her and within it seemed to carry what she had feared, the presence. She could feel it through out her very bones. She could feel it engulfing her and forcing her body to accept the energy that it was being given. She screamed in pain before once more everything was black, but this time she wasn't even conscious in her unconscious. She was no longer Tarot, girlfriend of Tom, eldest child in the family or just Tarot. Now she was Tarot Destiny. She now had a different destiny than what she had been born with, but it was worth it...now she could protect her brothers.
Optics blinked awake as the bot came out of recharge. Standing up the leader of the Autobots looked at his team and noticed that he hadn't been the only one roused either. Everyone was up, and like him they were confused. They had all felt a surge of energy just moments ago. It felt like energy that came off of a Spark being born or the All Spark being activated but neither could happen anymore. The All Spark had been destroyed over two human years ago. There had been no sign of it even being active still, and they had watched it closely. But they all knew that it had been a huge jump of energy. Feeling his weapons specialist near him he looked over his shoulder and then out towards the town that they resided in, secretly.
"Optimus, what was that?" There was confusion in the older bot's voice, but it was a confusion that they both shared. Shaking his head in a human motion that he had picked up over the past few years he looked up at the sky.
"I have no idea, Ironhide." Turning to his team he knew they were ready for him to hand out orders. What ever caused that energy needed to be found before the hidden Decepticons could find it and use it to restore Megatron. Switching to leader mode, he stated his orders and then dismissed his team. Ratchet would try and locate from where it originated, Ironhide would cover the area around captain Lennox's home and then the surrounding radius, Bumblebee would do the same only around his charge's living area, and Optimus would be traveling the farthest. He would be going in the general direction that the energy had come from and would wait for Ratchet to give him more accurate directions so that he could narrow his search. Moving out the Autobots went in their designated direction; each silently wondering what it was that they were looking for exactly.
Green eyes opened slowly, and then shut again quickly. It was too bright in the room, the sun was beating down on her face and it made her squint her sensitive eyes. Feeling two pressures on her she tried to quickly locate them. Finding the largest one she smiled down at her little brother. Turning her head she found herself looking at a hand covering her own. She trailed her eyes up the arm and to the head that was connected to it. Taking a deep breath she recognized her boyfriend. Eyes now adjusted to the light she saw that he was asleep as were the other occupants in the room. She saw Naomi, Imp, Tom, and David all surrounding her bed. Carefully she tried move only to find that she was still attached to tubes and machines. Gently she sat up and started pulling out the IVs and tubes.
Looking at where they had been she watched as her skin healed up almost instantly. Gasping she wondered what the hell was going on. Still being as quiet as possible she disconnected the machines and then headed to the bathroom provided to take a well deserved shower. Leaning her head against the stall she sighed and closed her eyes trying to figure everything out.
Everything came back to her then, her begging, the offer and her acceptance. Tears fell down her cheeks as she sobbed her grief. She had given up her chance at a normal life just to protect her brothers, but she felt no regret. Her grief was that of her realizing that if she wasn't meant to have a normal life from now on then what type of life was she going to be dragging her now really small family into. What were the dangers that she was now exposing them to. Just to protect them she was now shoving them into dangers that she felt was soon to arrive.
