Wow. I'm amazed at how quickly this story got some watches. It's going to be fast-paced though.

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I sucked in my cookie mint chiller from Gloria Jean's violently. Stern blue eyes stared down at me. Will had brought a friend from the military home to meet me a while back, his name was Cayden. Cayden was grumpy, stern and kinda scary. He'd been spending a lot of time here lately and I couldn't on my life figure out why. Cay stood about half a foot taller than me and with the larger build he was quite imposing. I stood before him, sipping my cold drink through the straw, just staring up at him. He arched an eyebrow when I neither spoke nor moved aside.

"You gonna let me in or what kid?"

"Will isn't home."

"I know that."

I kept on slurping my chiller, which was starting to turn into a chunk of chocolate ice in the cup. He sighed in exasperation and effortlessly he grabbed hold of my waist, lifted me up, and placed me to the side before waltzing into the Lennox estate. I stood dumbfounded for a moment that he'd lifted me as easily as a child playing with a Barbie doll then scuttled after him.

"Hey, ya big jerk!" I yelled after him, still clutching the precious remains of my chiller.

Cay was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. For as much foraging as he did, I don't think I've ever once seen him eat.

"The hell was that for?! You couldn't have asked politely for me to move?!"

"Nope."

I growled to myself. He always managed to enrage me easily and I think he took some personal pleasure in it.

"Tani."

I snapped out of my own thoughts. "Wha?"

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slightly. "You weren't paying attention to a damn thing I just said, were you?"

"You were speaking?"

Those piercing eyes lowered at me. It was like standing in front of the devil-truck. Though I think I'd much rather be inside Ironhide then be in the same room as Cayden.

"I said Will is going to be leaving again soon."

"Yeah, I know. Sarah's taking Anna to New York to see her parents soon too."

"Will's asked me to stay here and watch you."

I chocked on a chunk of cookie-ice. What?! Will wanted me babysat?! Did he think I was unable to care for myself? I mean, yeah I was claiming that the Topkick was a demon in disguise but other than that I think I've managed to keep the majority of my sanity. I coughed as the ice melted in the back of my throat.

"What?! Why?!" I screamed.

Cayden ran a hand through his short dark brown hair. "Cause there's more going on then you know."

And with that he left.

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Alone. I was completely and utterly alone. Well, except for that pile of muscle-mass sitting on the sofa watching the news like a hawk sizing up a rabbit for dinner. Another large attack was being reported, just like that one in London some time ago. Cayden was quite engrossed by the report. I came out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. He didn't even register me sitting down until I spoke.

"Do think there are robots attacking these cities?" I asked.

He jumped slightly but quickly recovered. "I think it's a load of nonsense."

"You seemed quite interested in that nonsense just a minute ago."

He grunted and went back to watching the news. And to think I got saddled with this guy for the next two freaking weeks. Great.

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Tani's log: Day 3 of Cayden-sitting

Perhaps I'm being overly paranoid, which is possible. But I think Cayden is in league with the devil-truck. It's his perch, his castle. Wherever the truck is so is he and vice versa. I got a job though, which makes me happy. It means I can get away from him for a couple hours out of the day. But he insists on picking me up. Grrr.

Tani's log: Day 8

I'm starting to believe all those people who claim that the military covers up everything important. Cayden's higher-up stopped by yesterday. An older guy, probably late thirties if I had to take a guess, short black hair and the same vibrant blue eyes as Cayden. He had a nicer face though then that grump. He smiled pleasantly when I met him and even talked to me a bit. But once I left, he and Cayden started talking in hushed voices. Something about a seeker? What's a seeker and why is it important?

Cayden stormed into the house, obvious pissed off. He pulled the gun he kept with him out as he walked through the house and into the backyard. I heard the shot followed by a loud bang. I winced. Collage memories came back as I ran out back. Cayden was making Swiss cheese out of the trees.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I shouted. "You trigger happy moron!"

He whipped around so fast it was almost inhuman.

"Call out of work for the next few days."

"What? Why?"

"Because I told you to! You're not to leave this house without me or go out after dark."

I felt my anger grow as he put the gun back into its holster.

"Excuse me? Do you think you can just barge into my home and tell me what to do?! I'm not part of whatever you and my uncle are doing in the military!"

"You might be. Whether you like it or not, your uncle is in the military and that puts you in a position."

Position?

"What about Anna and Sarah? Are they in the same 'position' as I am?" I was still mad with him.

He stood there staring at me for a moment, not saying anything. An eerie silence fell between us; me not knowing what to say and him selecting his words. Eventually he simply grunted and walked off. Well that was informative.

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Cayden came back that night like he'd been doing since I was left to keep my own company. I didn't bring up the conversation we'd had earlier, lord knows Cayden has a temper and my yelling more than likely had set it off before. He took up his place on the sofa, news on. More reports. Why was he so interested in them? Granted the magnitude of the attacks was enough to grab anyone's attention, but watching him, it was like he knew something vital. I stood in the doorway of the kitchen leaning against the frame, cup of coffee in my hands. My eyes darted back and forth between the television and Cayden. He was tense, like the way your father gets when watching his favorite football team during playoffs. My eyes grazed over him and I felt a light heat rise in my face.

"Cayden? Cayden what's… what's a seeker?"

"Where did you hear of that?" he never took his eyes off the screen but his voice was stern.

Timidly I gazed at the floor. "I overheard you talking about it with that guy this morning."

I heard the couch sigh as he got up, freeing it from his weight. The shadow from his height overcame me as he stood before me. Suddenly his hand came underneath my chin and forced me to look him in the eyes. The heat came back to my face under the force of those miraculous blue eyes. He studied me, searching for something before releasing my face.

"Perhaps it would be best if we let you in on a few things."

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Tani's log: Day… oh damn. I don't even know anymore.

I sat on the playground swing, slowly rocking myself back and forth. Children ran around laughing without a care with their parents watching attentively over them. My head was spinning so much. Just a few days ago I was the victim of a terrible shooting at a school who'd been sent home to recover for a few with her family and military babysitter. Now? Now I was a school shooting victim with a military babysitter who happened to be fighting a war with an ancient race of people. I know there'd been a lot of information id not been told. There were things that didn't make sense or add up. Cayden had shown me two symbols, one being the side he fought on and the other being the enemies. He'd convinced me to not return to college and told me to be wary of jets and helicopters. I couldn't get him to tell me why. I was introduced to a very nice young couple. Their names are Sam and Mikaela. They also seemed to know more than they were saying. For whatever reason I didn't much care for Sam's bright yellow Camaro. It was just like the Topkick. It felt like it was watching me. I shook it off. The sun was starting to set and if I wasn't home before dark Cayden would have a hissy fit about it.

Speaking of Cayden, we'd…. I don't know. Connected? Recently. Since that night I didn't mind him being around so much. He still shot holes through the tree trunks whenever he got a call from base and his temper was just a short as ever, but it was amusing in a way.

The lock clicked as I shut the door to my home. The news was on again and the place smelt of food?

"Tani?" a gruff voice called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's me Cayden." I slipped off my shoes and headed for the kitchen.

The military weapons specialist stood over the counter, covered in ravioli.

"What the hell?"

He glared at me. "Don't you say a word, kid."

I wouldn't, I was too busy laughing. He looked like the microwave had puked on him.

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K, more later. J