A/N: Yay! My first TF fanfic! PwP
So many ideas floating around in my head since the last movie. :D The plot kept evolving and turned into this.
This has a totally different writing style as compared to my first story. Instead of drama, this one's more on adventure and humor. I hope you enjoy. :D
If you're also a reader of my other story, TBTFY, there's a note for you at the bottom of this chapter.
Okay, before i forget...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Transformers or any of the original plot of the TF movies. I only own my OCs and the extra plot bunnies hopping around down there.
I gave a sigh as the bell rang. Finally! The class was over. Who ever thought that strength of materials could be such a stressful subject?
Fudge balls and cheese crackers.
Yeah. I'm the type who tries to avoid cursing as much as possible. But that doesn't mean that I don't curse at all. Well, believing me or not on that is your prerogative.
Oh yes, I'm getting off topic. S.O.M. is all about the application of math. I was just glad that I could understand it, at least a bit. So what if I had to self study to actually get it? Our insulting teacher was no help at all.
It wasn't like he was some kind of clueless idiot. Ooooh, he knew exactly what he was talking about, he's veeeery smart. But he just can't teach.
I mean, what kind of teacher insults his students for asking questions?
His laugh ( which sounded more like snorting while pinching your nose), the look in his eyes and the smirk plastered on that smug old face of his just screams something like, "What the hell kind of question was that? Are you stupid or something?"
I wrinkled my nose at the thought of the dude's face.
Sheesh.
Not today Aislinn. I pushed myself to just forget about him.
I really had to try to not let him get to me.
I shouldn't.
And I sure as heck wouldn't.
Not tonight.
Because tonight was the midnight screening for Transformers 3: Dark of the Moon. In 3-D!
Now that made my frown instantly turned into a grin. My bros, cousin, and I were gonna watch it at the cinema.
I got all dressed up for the occasion too.
Decepticon faction emblem necklace: check!
Chibi style Optimus Prime print t-shirt: check!
Red and blue hoodie: check!
Simple and yet contrasting, I know. Dressing up all Optimus-themed with a Con logo hanging around my neck.
I laughed to myself.
Though I guess it wasn't as subtle as I hoped when several people looked in my direction like I was crazy.
Cheeks turning beet red, I stifled the rest of my snickers behind one hand as I left the main gate of the university, slipping off my ID and stuffing it in my pocket.
I turned in the direction of the park, tapping my other pocket to feel a tiny can of pepper spray as I started walking. I grinned down at the canister, sitting so innocently in its pink camo case, hanging by the chain on my belt.
The things overprotective dads give to their daughters.
Oh well, it was cute for what it really was...
Anyway, I was due to meet up with my brothers and cousin in a few hours yet.
Good.
Time to go play emo by myself before going to the mall.
What? Don't stare at me like that! Emo is technically short for emotional, emote, to pour out your feelings.
That doesn't mean that you have to be dark and whatnot.
I just really like thinking a lot while stargazing at night. Emotions flow easier for me when looking at something ethereal like the night sky. I enjoy the feeling.
It was about twenty minutes of walking before I got to an old junkyard-slash-storage compound. I had to pass through a back alley or two to actually get to the old park- if you could really call it that.
It's actually just a really wide, fenced-off lot, full of grass, weeds, a whole bunch of large crates on one side, and a giant rusty red metal cargo box thingy on the other side. Don't blame me for not knowing what it's really called.
Whatever you do call it, it doesn't matter. All I really care about is that it's the best perch for stargazing. Even if, I have to admitt, my butt does get a bit chilled on the steel.
When I was little, my brothers and I would come here to play. Sometimes my cousins would come along too whenever they could. Not so much now though, with everyone being so busy- me with college life.
Tugging the box door open caused a loud screech to echo through the lot. It made me cringe as I walked in to rummage through the other wooden crates inside.
Grabbing a hidden blanket, a couple chocolate chip granola bars and a bottled water, I shut the door again before climbing the ladder up the side. I made myself comfortable before looking up at the patches of stars that I could see through the clouds.
This night wasn't really as good as other visits, but I'd take this little break over nothing. Time for a little music.
Pulling out my phone, (Well sor-ry if you were expecting a high tech i-pod. I have all kinds of bad luck when it comes to higher class gadgets. So I'll stick with my phone, thank you. :D) I plugged in my black and yellow marshmallow headset. It was my own custom design, hand painting an angry bumblebee on each ear with "Bee-Otch" written in bold, contrastingly girly cursive on the connecting strap.
Bonus points for keeping my ears warm while I listened to my music, especially with the wind picking up, it was getting pretty chilly. I adjusted the earmuff pieces so they were snugly in place and each note that played from my collection of Transformers Scores sounded like the orchestra was performing all around me.
I sat alone in the relative darkness for about an hour munching on the chocolatey goodness that was those granola bars. (Gawd, these things are sooo addictive).
This alone time is definitely perfect.
Well… Almost perfect.
If only the sky would clear up a bit.
The distant sound of rumbling thunder broke through the crescendo of violins and cellos just as the thought flit through my head.
The wind was picking up even more, too. It was now starting to sound like some kind of thunder storm was coming.
"Awwwww! Come on!" I zipped my jacket up as high as it would go, thoroughly irritated as I tried to block out the chilly wind. This was supposed to be my break time!
Whoever was listening was being a jerk because he took my complaint as a challenge.
It started drizzling.
"Fudge!" I cursed, now pulling up my hood as well.
They also took that as some kind of insult because lightning began to flash.
Once, twice, then third time was weird and downright scared the crap out of me because it struck barely fifty feet away. And I think I know I'm right when I say that lightning bolts aren't bright blue.
"FU-FU-UUU-UDGE!" I clenched my jaw as a wave of energy from the bolt surged through the ground, flowed through the metal of the cargo box, rippled through my sneakers, and up my feet.
Tingly.
I mentally smacked myself. Seriously, I needed to get off this thing and into some kind of shelter if I didn't want to get turned into char-grilled human.
My knees were shaking too badly for me to get to the ladder and when the unnatural blue bolts kept coming, I couldn't take it anymore.
Gotta get off. NOW!
With the grace of a moose, I stumbled to the edge and jumped, flapping my arms like an injured pelican.
Oh yes, whoever was in charge of the weather was paying waaay too much attention to me- because I jumped right into the line of fire.
Searing pain shot through my body as my vision flashed a blinding bluish white. I could barely feel anything when I landed with a thud on the ground. I could only hear strange crashing echoes while sparks flashed at the edge of my line of sight, and I slipped into unconsciousness.
... ...
Bzzt. Zzzt.
Those were the strange sounds that woke me up. Despite that, I kept my eyes tightly closed, as though doing that would somehow keep the throbbing in my head from getting worse.
"Uuuughnnn…." I groaned. I felt horrible! Pain still tingled on and off through my legs and my body. Judging from ache I felt whenever I twitched my foot, I figured that my ankle was probably sprained at the least. Hopefully I didn't fracture or dislocate it when I jumped from the cargo box.
I let out a barking laugh as I threw an arm over my face, trying to block out the white that was flashing through my closed eyelids.
Wouldn't that suck? 'Cause that would mean I won't make it to-
Oh God! The movie! I'm going to miss it!
Forget that! How long was I out?
I gave myself another smack on the head.
My bros must be worried sick about me! I just had to get up. Right now.
It took a huge effort for me to turn on my side, then flip on my stomach.
My arms felt like jelly as I tucked them underneath my torso and tried to push myself up off the gravelly ground. Stinging sensations added to the pain when sharp rocks cut my palms.
Wait a minute….
My mind might have been foggy, but from what I could remember, I was at the empty lot beside the old storage facility before the freaky lightning struck.
There was nothing but thick grass and weeds there.
I struggled to force my eyes open. Black spots were still dancing in my vision despite it starting to clear. It took a few minutes before I could finally make out the black of an asphalt road and the dull grey of the grit that was digging into my skin.
What the heck?
Still on my hands and knees, I turned my head up to try and get a sense of where I was. To my right, I could see a tall, rounded concrete structure and several warehouses in the distance.
Where the heck am I?
I felt so confused!
I dropped my head and stared hard at my hands, feeling even more dizzy. The increased number of black spots clouding my sight did nothing to help at all.
It took a few more minutes of just shutting my eyes and breathing deeply to keep myself from throwing up from the nausea I was feeling.
I sat myself down slowly, and put my head in between my knees to try and ease the churning in my gut.
Bzzt. Zzzt.
Great. The weird sounds were starting up again. Did getting struck by lightning affect your hearing?
Bzzzzzzt! POP!
With the loud electric pop that sounded, bright white flashed from the corner of my eye.
Hmmm… I guess it wasn't my hearing... something somewhere to my left that was causing the weird sounds and flashes.
I opened my eyes once more, then sluggishly lifted my head to look up to my left to try and locate the offending thing that was just adding annoyance to my pain.
What I saw was definitely not what I was expecting.
All pain and discomfort quickly disappeared as I made out sharp, twisted pieces of silver, grey, and black and white metal locked together intricately to create the form of the giant that was lying in a pile of concrete debris right next to me.
The form of a robot.
The unmistakable form of a Transformer.
"Shit."
Told you I could curse.
Yay! You read it to the end! :D For those of you reading this, I would like to formally welcome you to: "TF Backstories: Reality".This is going to be this going to be the first book of a three or four-part series. :D
So, how was it? I hope it's okay, please don't forget to REVIEW! Reviews encourage my muse and feed the plot bunny. :D
Just so you know, this story focuses more on friendship, maybe a little fluff and romance at the end, it depends on how this goes and if you guys feel that it would be right for this story later on. We'll see.
"Aislinn" is pronounced as "Ash-lyn" by the way. It's a Celtic name meaning dream, vision, or inspiration. Well, i do believe my Ash is quite the dreamer. :D
Anyway, my updates for this story will be every 3-5 days. No need to worry too much about me missing those deadlines because it's going to be my christmas break in 2 days. :D
So, Happy Holidays to all you guys who read and reviewed ^_^... till the next chapter,
See yah! :D
Moonstone
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***Sidenote: For those of you reading TBTFY, don't worry, I am going to finish it. w It's just that i have been having a hard time relocating my muse for that story. I really have not been able to keep track of the Manga. i do know how it's going to end, it's just that i'm sorta having a hard time bringing the words to life. there are about 3 to 5 chappies max left. Hopefully i can finally close the story before the end of the holidays. I don't want to leave it hanging either.
so if you are reading this story and TBTFY, send me your suggestions so i can give my story the necessary push to the finish line. Thankies. :D