Disclamer: Slavery is wrong …Freedom is the right of all sentient beings! ..Everyone owns themselves…. All other things about my life .. Story plots ( if you'd like to call it that) and friends ( OC's) if you will … belong to me.
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Truth is stranger than fiction: Diary of a Medic.
By MiniMedic
Introductions, warnings and such…
Ratchet seems to think that writing this will help... That keeping a diary might help me cope with everything in general. Telling someone outside of all this… even if none of you think its real, will apparently help me. Least that's what Ratchet thinks. I don't really have much choice…(come on it's Ratchet) and since I'm not too fond of psychiatrists guess who the lucky listener is!? You!... I might as well give it a shot. You guys aren't going to believe me anyway. And if this amuses you, well ... Then someone's got some good out of this damn mess.
It's all real.. The Autobots are real…the Decepticons are real. You know that cartoon that kids use to watch, and the new movie?.. Well of course you do... You're on this section of the site.
News flash kiddies, it was all inspired by real people and events, giant alien mechs included.
Now I know some of you are probably groaning and rolling your eyes. (As your finger goes automatically for the backspace) 'OH God not another one of these fics..' Right..? … Well if you don't want to read, you don't have to. And by all means don't believe me. It just means I can't get locked in jail for treason… Cause well this is a 'fanfiction'. Pfft.. God I wish.
Don't get me wrong… I love the Autobots…(well most of them, there are a few that grate on my last nerve but still.) They're my friends. And I don't regret meeting or helping them one bit. … It's the war I have a problem with. (Not to mention real giant mechs are scary as hell, despite how extremely careful they are.)
My code name is Mini Medic... Given to me by the infamous Twins. But I'll get to that later. I'm gong to be writing this in a story format and I'll be recapping what's happened for a while (how we met and such)…. Just cause it's easier. I can get things out better that way for some reason. Though I can't guarantee updates regularly because I'm having to take time in-between shifts to write and quite frankly.. we're in the middle of a war.. my service being needed elsewhere helping Ratchet patch up the others. I'm sure the Autobots love their fans but they love their lives and the lives of this planet more than fame. (Hehe. Although at times I honestly do wonder about Sunstreaker)
But I will warn you now… this is a real story... where people get hurt and life sucks… it's war… There is pain... and tears along with the good times... and the few precious moments of peace and laughter.. hehe.. Well more than a few with this bunch thankfully. I have learned to never evertake those moments for granted... I'm normally not this down cast … I'm a pretty much forward moving person... deal with problems as they come, look on the bright side, move on and enjoy life…
But today… Well... Today just threw me a bit I guess… its been a hard day for all of us.
In short this is my diary .The diary of a medic. I'm afraid I don't know how the story ends. And I'd be lying to you if I told you otherwise… This at least is how it began….
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It all started a while back…(No I'm afraid I cant really tell you how long exactly… not long after the movie came out in theaters, I can share that much.). It was a normal night. I had invited my friend Courtney over for a 'scary' movie night while my parents where out of town for the weekend. Basically we were watching cheesy horror movies that were so cliché they were pathetic… and played the 'death game.' Where basically the first time you meet the cast you see if you can tell who is going to die, in what order and how. Co and I are both quite good at it... So there is a decent level of competition
" So what's next?" Co asked walking into the living room dressed in her comfy oversized t-shirt and shorts, two pints of ice cream in hand. " mmm... Turtle tracks." she purred around her spoon.
"Yaay! Gimme Gimmie!" I reached from my comfy spot on the sofa, curled under the fleece throw blanket in my blue warm fleece pajamas.
"What do you say?" The blond grinned holding the container just out of reach. I scowled.
"Gimme Now.. or I'll rip your hand off!" I growled glaring.
"Good girl!" she laughed tossing me the container. I squweed catching it as she plopped down beside me. " Your such a cute vicious midget."
" Ha ha" I deadpanned. Being 5 foot 1 I'm not very tall.. Though I don't qualify as a midget damn it.
"You know you love me." Co batted her green eyes at me.
"Yeah yeah... and its Python..." I grinned answering her earlier question as she picked the laptop from the coffee table and accessed the fanfiction website. " Has anyone updated?"
"Nah.. . I need to PM authors.. Hey you need to post some of your stuff" She commented not looking up from the computer.
"meh... none of mine is good enough." I responded around my spoon.
"pfft its better than mine.. Most of my fics are crack.. hehe I love Bee!" Co squeed settling the laptop in her lap.
" And I love Terry Pratchetts Death... Death, is like a confused kitty..." I blinked.. "that sounded really weird.. hehe... we're pathetic.." I grinned. Courtney was one of the few friends I could play with like this. We had the house all to ourselves. We could kick back, relax, and stay up all night watching cheesy horror flicks while munching ice cream and generally goof off. We snuggled back into the fleece blanket, giggled at the pathetic special effects and God-awful acting. That is until my kitten growled. Grace my 9-month-old Persian/Russian blue kitten seemed to think she was a guard cat.
"What's the matter little girl?" Sitting my now empty ice cream container aside I stood going to the window where my fuzzy gray kitten was puffed up.
"Everything ok?" Co asked turning off the now finished movie.
"Probably just a neighbor or something." As I gathered the little fluff ball I noticed a flash of bright yellow and frowned. " Hm?.. Someone's outside."
"Who?" My friend asked as I handed Grace to her and opened the door.
"Dunno." Flipping the porch light on I saw a yellow sports car sitting by the roadside in front of my home.. the hood was up and a teen boy pacing franticly. " Looks like car trouble." I went to my room and quickly changed into jeans a t-shirt and my worn tennis's.
" What ya going to do?" Co followed me to my room throwing some jeans on over her shorts and sliding on her shoes.
"Check it out" I answered pulling my shoulder length dark hair back into a high ponytail. " Kid looked pretty panicked."
"You know .. This isn't exactly safe..." Co commented grabbing her key chain that just so happened to have a small can of mace attached. I smiled walking back to the front door Co following me.
" Yeah... since when have we ever been safe? " I grinned grabbing the phone and my father's giant flashlight. The light had been a gift from my uncle.. who was a cop. The handle was long and thick weighted at one end once the batters were inside; it doubled as a nightstick.
"Point.." Co laughed following me outside.
We were both on alert I shined the light surveying the area more clearly. The boy was alone and unarmed, (it's an old habit I picked up from my father. I'll explain later) tall and scrawny his dark curly hair curled around an earpiece. He seemed panicked and was talking franticly on the headset with someone. The kid turned toward us as the light hit him. " Hi.. Everything alright?" I questioned from a distance trying to get a feel for the boy.
"I ...um.. yeah.." He stammered as we approached him carefully he fidgeted sharp unnaturally bright green eyes darting around nervously. "Just ya know.. car trouble."
" Need some help?" I asked looking the boy and car over. The car was expensive.. a newer model camaro. Skimming my memory I didn't know anyone in the area who'd have such a newer model.. Most people I knew liked the older model cars better. I hadn't seen him around but his manner told me much more.. This was a city kid in his late teens...as if his spiffy watch and brand name clothing alone didn't tell me. Every cricket chirp and noisy bird seemed to startle him, something country folks would be use to.. and by the way he was acting the poor kid seemed to think we were going to mug him. Can't say as I blame him. Dark road, unfamiliar territory and his way too expensive car broke down on the side of the road.
"Oh. No...Thanks.. I'm actually on the phone with my med.. Mechanic..."The boy shifted uneasily and I could hear someone talking on his ear piece.
"Ah" Co commented eyeing the car.. She tugged on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. " Its a camaro... its a yellow camaro!"
" Dear that was just a movie.. Its not Bee." I grinned back.
"Ruin all my fun..." The girl pouted. " Hey your car doesn't talk and transform into a giant alien robot does it?"
"What?.. I umm.. No.. Why?" the boy paled slightly and seemed to be trying to relax. "Why would you think that?"
" Oh no reason.." Co grinned as I nudged her.
" Dear the poor boy is rattled enough without thinking he's gotten picked up by two crazy ladies." I grinned up at him. " Never mind dear... my names Twila and this is Courtney. You'll have to forgive her.. . Rabid fangirl." The boy grinned at that seeming to relax a bit. "When do you think your friend will get here?" Least I could do was try and calm the poor kid down. (No I am not giving you our real names.. that would be dumb.. these are just aliases) .
" Soon.. " the boy winced " I hope." He looked worriedly at his car.
"Well I might be able to sort you out... "I walked up to the car. This kid didn't seem the type to harm anyone but I kept an eye on him just in case.
" You think.. You could... " He started before I heard someone shout on his ear piece. The kid winced." um.. I dunno if that's a good idea."
"Pfft.. What.. Your mechanic afraid I'll put him out of business?" I smiled going to the hood and shining my flashlight. I whistled at the sight of the engine. It was beautiful and damn well taken care of. The metal practically gleamed and the wires looked new.. it was as though this gorgeous little thing had just rolled out of the factory. My fingers twitched and I had to resist the urge to grin ..oh how I wanted to play. " Hmmm.. Is this a custom engine?" I asked looking over the piece for anything out of place and frowned. It looked like a regular car engine at first glance.. Unless you knew what you were looking for. All the components were in the right areas but shifted slightly in different positions to make room for a few parts and wires I had never even seen before.
" I um. yeah.. Look you don't have to ..I don't want to be a bother.." The kid stammered.
"Its no bother." I smiled up at him for a moment before turning back to the car. 'Oh no bother at all...'
" hehe she's a good mechanic.. Don't worry." Co patted the boy on the shoulder.
" What's the problem?" I asked him seeing nothing out of place.
"I um.. It won't start..." the boy hung his head in defeat. " God I'm going to die... he's going to kill me.."
"We're all going to die.." I grinned at him. " Now.. What do you mean wont start?"
" It wont start.. As in nothing happens." He looked up at me blankly.
" hm.. May I see your keys please?" I frowned in thought, held out my hand and the boy dropped them in obediently despite the yelling over his ear piece." Tell the guy to chill.. I'm not going to hurt it." I got in and tried to start the car listening carefully, and heard a click as the key was turned.. So the starter was fine. But nothing else happened. No revving.. Not even the lights on the dashboard lit up. I switched the key to the off position and got out going back to the hood.
" So what's your name?" Co asked sitting by the boy on the ground away from the road. His head hung low and muttering he was going to die repeatedly.
"Sam.. Sam.. Wit...Witman" the boy stammered.
"Twila!" Co perked up.
" No... You know its just a name.. There's a Sam Witwicky in California.. He happens to be 60 something.. Go stalk him and leave this poor kid alone." I commented absently as I checked the wires to the battery and a few other things. It took me a few moments to figure out where the parts I knew were and work out the configuration of them in my head." damn I bet the electrical wiring is hell." I muttered.
"Aww.. but he's old." Co pouted playfully.
"Yes.. And you will be too one day" I frowned then muttered at the car. " What's the matter with you little boy?" staring at the engine I mentally went through the configuration of the parts again, grabbed my flashlight and slid under the car to glance for good measure... everything seemed fine. I slid out and dusted myself off.
"Did you find out anything?" Sam asked and I shook my head running though a mental list of what could be the cause.
"Well the only thing I can come up with... it looks like your battery is dead… But it looks brand new so that doesn't make sense." I frowned staring at the engine.
"Battery.. Dead.." the boy paled and seemed terrified. He really didn't know anything about cars did he?
"Hehe don't worry ... All you need is a new battery" I laughed looking at the battery. I mentally kicked myself. "...or... hmm.. Co.. Do me a favor will you?"
"Sure" Co jumped up. " What ya need?"
" Go grab a screwdriver and a bottle of distilled water from the frig for me... and pull your car over here.. See if we can jump start it" I asked my friend darted off and came back a few minutes later with the items and her little Honda pulled in front of the Camaro. " Thanks sweetie."
" No problem" Co grinned handing me the water and screwdriver.
" What are you doing?" Sam asked as I carefully popped the battery compartment lid off with the screwdriver.
" At the moment.. Trying to not get burned by battery acid... hold the light please." I grunted handing him the flashlight; the boy did as asked. " You really need gloves for this. but.. ..The chemical in a Battery is battery acid.. or electrolyte. If its low on fluid it wont be able to hold a charge.. Which means no power.. It'll ether crank slowly .. or not at all."
"Right.." Sam nodded. "So what does distilled water have to do with it?"
"Replenishing the fluid in the battery.. " I smiled up at him after I poured in the liquid and popped the lid back on.
"Oh.." he looked a bit sheepish but was much calmer.
" Here" I handed Co one end of the jumper cables that where in her trunk. She looked at me blankly." why do you even have these if you don't know how to use them?" I sighed as she grinned." see the little plus and minus signs.. Line them up.. Just like putting Batteries in a CD player" I instructed as I hooked up the camaro.
" I've never jumped someone off before..." Co pouted.
"Get in your car.. You need to start first. We're having auto class next week.." I informed her with a look." You need to know at least basic repair."
"Oh wonderful.. My dad is for that." Co commented sarcastically.
" Un hu.. And your daddy wont always be able to save you. Start... " She complied revving her engine." Sam please start your car." the boy got in, his head rested on the steering wheel and seemed to be muttering to himself. I smiled sympathetically.. Poor guy probably thought his dad was going to kill him; it was an expensive car. The yellow camaro roared to life. The boy's eyes lit up. I head an 'Oh thank God.. ' But the rest was lost over the roar of the engine.. They both cut their engines and got out Sam beaming, he all but tackled me in a hug.
" Thank you so much! You have no idea.." He raved happily.
" Yeah yeah.." I grinned. " Not a problem." I unhooked the jumper cables and closed the hood as Co did the same and pulled her Honda back into my driveway.
"How much do I owe you?" the boy pulled out his wallet.
" You don't owe me anything." I replied rolling up the jumper cable cords studying him a moment.
" I've got to give you something." Sam protested.
" If I wanted money I'd have asked.. Don't worry bout it.. If you really want, then come have a cup of coco with us. You don't have to come inside.. Just on the porch... your still rattled.. We'd worry bout you if you drove still fritzed" I commented, he really did seem like a good kid.
"Sure" he ginned and I walked back to my home as he pulled his camaro into my driveway behind Co's car. I fixed us some coco as Sam and Co talked sitting on the porch steps. I took them their drinks and sat beside them.
" Your friend still on the phone?" Co asked him purring at the warm cup.
" Nah.. He hung up after the car was fixed." Sam replied.
"So.. Where you from?" I asked sipping the warm liquid.
" Oh.. um..." the boy stammered and quickly took a sip of his coco. He really didn't trust anyone much.. but at the same time he did... odd.
"You don't have to tell me." I smiled over my cup and he seemed to relax giving me an apologetic and thankful look. " But from your license plate you're from out west…Gets pretty hot out there doesn't it..?"
" Yeah sometimes but you get use to it." Sam replied.
" I bet its awesome.." Co commented.
"meh." I made a face." Too hot.. and there's no trees.. Well there's no trees in Texas dunno bout other places... bet that dust is hell on your paint job" I commented my eyes flicking to the innocent looking camaro.
" Yeah but my mechanic is a nazi." Sam laughed
"With the look of that engine I don't doubt it." I smiled. " It's inwonderful condition."
Three cups of coco later we were all laughing and joking about everything from movies to politicians. Sam, we learned... had a quick wit, good since of humor and was sharp when it came to comebacks.
"Well I guess I better get going. " Sam smiled handing me his empty cup as we followed him to his car. " Thank you again."
"Not a problem. It's been fun talking to you." I shook his hand and we exchanged emails.
" Heh aww and here I thought we were gona get to talk to Bee." Co grinned patting the hood of the yellow car.
" Yeah... but that is just a movie.. hehe sides...why would you wanta talk to that whiny ladies bot anyway?" The boy grinned reaching for the door handle then yelped jerking his hand away. Co and I stared. " Static" he grinned sheepishly.
" Haha they do have a way of getting you when you least expected it... I still swear my ex boyfriends car hates me." I grinned.
Sam left and we felt happier because we had made a new friend Co looked at her hand puzzled…. ".. That's funny."
" What?" I quirked an eyebrow at her.
"I didn't get shocked.." Co looked up at me.
"Odd.." I frowned then shook my head amused " It's just a car dear."
"Bee.." She pouted sadly." I was so sure it was him." I laughed rolling my eyes at my friend. Co sighed watching the yellow camaro drive away.
" And people sayI'm in love with cars." I grinned as we went inside.
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A few days later Co and I received an email from Sam and the three of us talked off an on about various subjects and a fast friendship formed. A few weeks later Sam informed me that the lead mechanic, his mechanic needed an assistant and wondered if I wanted a job working on 'unique' custom cars. I tried to explain that I had no serious training, just what I had learned from my father and grandfather.
"Don't worry" Sam smiled at me over the phone. " Hatchet will train you... He's a little rough around the edges but once you get to know him he settles down." A grunt was heard in the background and Sam laughed, "So?"
"Eehh.. I dunno." I frowned.
" Oh come on... the old grump needs someone even though he hates to admit it.. he's needed someone for a long time now... It's free room and board and meals.. Plus 200 a week. Just come in for an interview?" Sam pleaded.
" I'll think about it." I admitted.
After talking it over with my parents that night they agreed to support me whatever my decision as did Co. The shop Sam said was only 2 days drive from my home not 'that' far. I did need the money.. 200 a week would help save up for collage.
"I'm not promising anything." I sighed over the phone the following day. " But I'll come in for an interview."
"Great!" Sam smiled. "I'll be in the area in the next few days. I can pick you up and you can stay with me or at a hotel if you want."
" See you then." I smiled and hung up.
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The next day or so I spent getting ready. I packed, said my goodbyes and Sam received a death threat by my father before we finally headed on our way. The ride was smooth, Sam and I had similar tastes in music and we joked for a while. The conversation lapsed into a moment of comfortable silence before his phone rang and he switched the call to his bluetooth.
"Hello.." Sam smiled into the headset then his face fell and he sighed. " Yeah.. I know…. I know.. Look I know ok.. I'm just …not looking forward to it.." the boy shifted uncomfortably in the drivers seat and frowned. "I will… Yeah.. I'll talk to you later." I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Everything ok?" I asked concerned.
"Yeah.." he smiled at me apologetically. "Hey.. I got a question for you.." Sam stated.
"Hm?"
"Do you know what that thing in the dash is?" he asked. I opened the dash and pulled out something that looked like a space aged glue gun with light blue liquid inside.
"Not a clue.." I cocked an eyebrow at it and he held out his hand.
" Here I'll show you.." Sam offered and I gave him the weird device. Before I could even think to move my seatbelt tightened suddenly.
"What the hell.?!" I exclaimed startled. The boy quickly pointed the 'gun' pressing the nozzle to my neck before I could jerk my head away and pulled the trigger. The gun hissed and I felt a light prick in my skin.
"I'm really sorry about this.." Sam pleaded taking the gun away
"Sam…?" I looked at him puzzled and starting to feel dizzy. The boy refused to look at me, eyes focused on the road… 'I helped him.. Trusted him..' I thought sadly then felt my blood boil and mentally bristled...And that little prick drugged me to do God knows what!...( Let this be a lesson kiddies!) My vision blurred and everything became disoriented as I started to black out. "Ah shit.."
A/N
MiniMedic: Thanks for reading! Reviews are much appreciated. And the boss is calling me so I have to go… … Do not try this at home kiddies! Is really really dangerous as I have just proved!! I can be very very stupid at times.
Sideswipe: Primus sheadmitted it!
MiniMedic: Oh shut the hell up! .. And go away! (Covers the computer screen) You're not supposed to be seeing this remember! You promised!
Sides: (sighs) I don't see why I can't read your diary…
MiniMedic: Because I said so! It's private!
Sides: So you're posting it for the whole world to see.. Except me and the other people on base?
MiniMedic: They don't think it's real.. So it doesn't count.. and I'm posting Amber and Prime's story, that's free for everyone to read… And besides it's ether this or Ratchet makes me go to one of those damn military shrinks.
Sides: I know.. bout the Prime/ Amber 'story'.. (Smirks) Prowl is reading it religiously.. How the frag did you get them to agree to write their life as a 'fanfiction'?
MiniMedic: I asked, begged, pleaded, bribed, and groveled…. o.o Wait!... Prowl? Really!?..
Sides: o.O you groveled?
MiniMedic: (shrugs) What can I say.. I'm a review whore.. and I thought it would make a good story..
Sides: Can I read your diary? (pouts) Pleaseee .. I'll review!
MiniMedic: NO!
Sides: (cocks an optic) So. Let me get this straight... You'd rather trust thousandsof disturbed fangirls/boys with your diary…instead of your friends?
MiniMedic: Yes!
Sides: (blinks) ….. You're insane..
MiniMedic: I deal with you and Sunny on a daily bases! What do you expect!?Why do you think Ratchet wanted me to see a shrink!?
Ratchet: (from the other room) Frag.. He's leaking out.. MINI! Get your AFT in here NOW!
MiniMedic: Eeep! YES SIR!! (bolts off)