Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Transformers, nor would I ever claim to. They all belong to their respected owners whom I worship and wish I could kiss the ground they walk on. I, in no way make money of any kind, not even play money, from this fanfiction (though I doubt I could) so please don't sue. I love you long time.
Warning: This story is a bit OOC, but I will try and stay in character as best as I can. I'm working on writer's block so it was a bit difficult to get this out and ready with my other stories awaiting updates, so please let me know if it is any good. I have no beta, so there will be mistakes but I will try and get them up and out of the way. Yes this is a Sideswipe/OC/Sunstreaker romance. I personally love those. Ha! If I have used anything similar in your story please let me know. I know many people with original ideas but this came to me when watching Transformers again and tend to forget rather easily stuff I read here and there. Yet, I will give proper credit when due, so please don't yell. Just message me and I will apologize profusely and remedy it.
Many believe that the difference between man and machine was that machine was unfeeling, but what if that wasn't entirely true? At the beginning, I was inclined to believe that everything was normal, safe, quiet. At that time, it had been three months since my mother, the last remaining of whom I considered my 'actual' family other than my cousin, had died a most horrible death. As buildings fell around mission city, chunks of debris, electrical wires, and explosions sailed around her, she fought to survive. She was a soldier under someone whom I still didn't know of until later. She was always caring about little things, always prepared, beautiful, and a strong but still very much gentle woman who was also weak on her own terms. 'Be glad we were born in the U.S.A. We live in the land of opportunity .' she used to comment. That is why she named me Genesis Adette Kousaka, she thought I was her special creation, her brightest light and would amount to something great. I did not find out about her until she had already passed, the deep crimson blood seeping into the rich white sheets of the hospital bed as I entered. Beautiful straight black hair matted and spread every which way across a cream colored pillow. Silver white eyes glazed over to a soulless body. My father had died when I was ten. He was a heavy smoker, and one day it just caught up to him. It was a terrible sigh. His ribs sticking out under wrinkled leather felt skin. His face no longer defined as handsome, only sickly. Always on crutches when he had enough energy to stand, and then confined to a bed from overexertion. It was more haunting than it lead on.
We had always been semi-wealthy because of my grandmother and grandfather; being the favorite granddaughter was somewhat a blessing. I had studied in Japan for three years, majoring in astrophysics and minoring in computers. My mother was proud as I was approaching the date I would graduate and receive my bachelors. Now thinking back on it, those accomplishments felt worthless without her. Hearing the will she left behind, her brothers and sisters sitting around; mouths' drooling hoping to receive the wealth they thought was rightfully theirs, was unsettling. The very thought and memory of it made my head hurt and my heart throb. She had left me everything, and though it was a shock to everyone else; the quiet child whom everyone thought nothing of, it was not to me. I had been shunned all my life. My father was Hispanic, my mother being Japanese, you see. So I was mixed, though I had my mother's looks, and both of their intelligence, it just was not enough. I was nothing. Still, they deserved it, and when I smirked cheekily to their glares, it was well worth the hateful yells after we were let go.
Being in the outskirts of town, in North California, an hour out from San Francisco was rather calming. The wooded area behind the house was a welcome for hikers, and being the only house in the area for miles, that only referred to myself and my dog. Looking down at the cherry wood music box sitting on my full size bed, I sighed. It had been two years already, and even though it was the last thing she held before she died I just could not bear to open it. The doctors had explained that she would not part with it. That even to her dying breath she made the doctors promise that no one, under any circumstances was to receive it but me. After graduating, I could no longer do what I dreamed. I wanted to work for NASA, but without my muse, it was just too hard to concentrate and I gave up and settled for a normal life with my cousin in California. Many times since then the military had come and checked all her items. It ended with my yelling and insistence that they keep their 'fucking hands away' and 'don't you know how to respect the dead you pieces of sh—' before they left. They had never told me what they were looking for, so how was I supposed to know? It had been since that day I felt like I was being watched from every corner. I'd even once seem unnatural bright blue eyes when I'd left my job after closing, but when I looked again I saw nothing so left it to nothing. Looking to the corners, I could see dried bloody finger prints and shaved nail marks attesting to how hard she fought to grip it and away from others. Reaching around my neck, I unclasped the necklace I held dear since that day. I had been dreading to open it since I knew it held memories that would make me cry once again. Taking the rusted two grooved key, I put it in turned it and opened it. The hinges where rusted, and squeaked loudly from the years it stood in storage un-kept.
Inwardly cringing, I moved the hollow lid back, the haunting tune and old small figurine of a ballerina filling the quiet, soft lighted room. It had taken me a while to go through each picture, each knickknack and stop the sobs that escaped my chapped lips and swollen red eyes. Getting to the end, I sighed heavily and looked over at each item spread on my bed. The black comforter wrinkled from use of that morning. It was over, and the last thing I had to look through. Now I could let it rest in peace. Hearing the sudden loud bark of my black German Shepherd made me jump and bounce heavily. The spring of the mattress causing the box to topple over onto the floor and splinter. Growling heavily, I looked over to the closed door, my fist clenching until they were knuckle white from suppressed rage.
"Damnit, Echo. No snacks for a month for you!" I screamed loud enough to hear the scratching and whining from the other end of the door begging to be forgiven. Exasperated, I reached down and gently picked up the now ruined box. I doubt I could fix it without ruining it more that it was before I got it. Damn high school woodshop classes where for nothing. Picking it up, my mind went blank. A sudden chill traveled down my spine and a thump of heartbeat sounded in my ear. Throwing the box on the bed as though it burned my hand, I jumped away from it. As it turned over and a panel fell out with a cloud of dust, a small cloth rustled to the bed softly. Turning my head slightly to the side, my straight black middle length hair falling the same way, my brows furrowed heavily.
"The fuck is that…" A soft whisper left my chapped lips, the large scar I got from childhood itching lightly, the scar coming down vertically down on the right side of my bottom lip. Bringing my hands, dull nails to scratch the spot lightly, my monroe piercing jingling against my teeth from the light twitch of my lips, I nervously walked over towards the box. It was just too strange. My mother hid something so weird in a weird place. Reaching down, I grabbed the cloth lightly, fearing the worst but receiving nothing out of the ordinary. Unwrapping it, I looked down at the strange item, a small shard with different symbols and grooves. Lightly tracing it with one finger, a sudden jolt burned the finger print from my index, the shock, hurt and cold from it making me jump and throw it to the floor. My head was spinning heavily and I felt deep nausea as figures and danced in my eyes. They didn't make sense and my body throbbed heavily as it doubled over and forced me onto my knees. Tears filling my eyes, I grabbed my head roughly and fell to my side as my body shook and my breathing became shallow.
Hearing a pulsing throb as it burned through the hard wood floor of the second story house and down to the bottom made me yelp and return from my stupor. Jumping up onto my feet and looking around, I grabbed a cloth to put out the simmering flame the shard left behind, but as it caught on fire too I gave up quickly. Running into the bathroom, I looked under the sick and grabbed the fire extinguisher. Pulling the pin, I moved the nozzle and sprayed the white foam on the scorch. Sighing in relief, I put down the large tank and sighed. Looking down into the kitchen, I knew I was in trouble. My cousin left for business and since I'd been here taking care of his house, I'd be accountable and smacked behind the head for this. It was the last thing I needed with this damn headache. Looking around and making sure everything was safe, I ran out the room with my dog whining loudly as I ran passed and down the stairs. Grabbing the cloth from the kitchen and looking around quickly, I spotted the shard burned into the laminate and grabbed it as gently as I could. Hearing a deep high pitched hum, I cringed and a pulse erupted from the shard once more. A piercing sound of metal shifting around caused my attention elsewhere, and when looking at the toaster, blender, and toaster oven I thought I was going to faint. Seeing red optics, and a small metallic face made me screech and froze me to my spot. A hum and warmth from a small cannon size hand as it readied to fire, clicks and whistles assaulting my ears heavily and small feet approaching me hesitantly, forced my feet to take a step back. Looking to the side, from my peripheral vision, I spotted the glass door leading to the woods behind slightly open. Looking back again, I gulped down the lump in my throat and nodded.
Running in the forest blind, with your dog's ravenous growls and barks, the little 'monsters' on your heels, was probably not the best idea but it was all I had. I was tired and with my headache and aches growing I knew I could not last longer. Avoiding another large pine, I looked back, my silver white eyes blinded slightly from the sweat as it trickled down from my forehead. Looking forwards again, my body rammed into a large oak. The force jarring me back and hard onto my back. As my lungs screamed at me from the lack of oxygen, I laid there unable to move an inch. My dog nudging my head heavily to get up and keep moving. My white tank top was wet and dirty from sweat and dirt. My black tight jeans where ripped at the knees now and the bottoms. My large breast hurt from running and squeezing them tightly. Damn black regular bra. Looking up, I saw the bright light from the sun shining through the branches and leaves. It looked beautiful. Waiting for the inevitable to happen took longer than I thought, the cloth with the small shard in my fisted hand. Hearing my dog's sudden yelp jolted my head back to the sound, the gravel and rocks digging into the pliant skin of the back of my skull, I couldn't see him, or my chasers. Head throbbing heavily, I closed my eyes as unconsciousness was taking me without consent. The last thing I remembered was the yells of 'Ratchet!', a tingling uncomfortble feelings followed by a red light, soft callused hands on my forearms and an angry disgusted scowl on a handsome face above me.