A Primitive Heritage
by Zaru
Summary: The descendants of the humans given the sparks - two familiar faces and four strangers - are pulled together by NEST to be protected from the Decepticons who want to use them to bring back the Fallen.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers and the human characters belonging to Hasbro. Kia Hawkins belongs to weapon13whitefang. Bethany King belongs to Mrs. Optimus Prime. Zaru Kiys and Abigail Donahugh belongs to me. Dagger, Streakside, Coolant, Windstar, Rocksnare and Motorcross belong to me as well.
A/n: Phew. Another chapter update. About damn time right? Okay, well, we finally get to meet the four human strangers that are going to be a big part of this story. So I hope you enjoy. J
Chapter 3
If only she rejected the offer of being apart of the N.E.S.T. team. Then, she'd already be retired from the Army and living a simple life working, drinking and getting into fist fights. A smug grin contorted on her face as the Hummer she drove filled with the window-shattering sound of grunge music. Her foot free from the gas pedal as the vehicle was on cruiser, tapped lightly against the floor. A knuckle-gloved hand showed its favorite finger to passers-by near her ride while stopped at a red light. She gave a glare to some men who whistled her way.
"Fuck off, assholes!" Kia shouted.
One of them stopped and gave a chuckle. "Oh, come on, sweetheart! I'll show you a good time!" His eyebrows wiggled suggestively, an amused smile on his face.
With a smirk and skid marks left behind from squealing tires, she shouted, "I'm not into men!" Which left him speechless.
Driving along as the sun was on the horizon, building after building whooshing past, a musical ringtone was sounding from the dashboard. Kia heard it vibrating as well and knew right away it was her cell phone. "Shit." The curse word escaped her. "Who is it this time?" At the closest building, she pulled to the side and parked before answering. "Better not be that damn Agent Simmons. He pisses me off." Yawning and staring at the small screen, her icy eyes rolled and pressed the talk button on the Blackberry. "Yo."
"Kia, you left me a message earlier. What'd you want?" Came a tempered female voice on the other line.
"Why the hell would I call you?"
There was a short pause. "Because you're already lonely." The Army woman could tell her aunt was drunk.
"O-kay. Listen, Aunt Jo, you need to go to a nice bed and sleep. I think you've had a little too much to drink today." Every time her aunt decided to get drunk, it was when her uncle went on business trips. And that left Kia to hear her phone ringing every five minutes with a stupid excuse from her Aunt Jo. "Go to sleep. Bye."
Not wanting to take anymore chances of being interrupted while driving once more, she put the phone on vibrate and made sure all calls went directly to voicemail. Just my luck that I can't drive without some form of moron calling me for stupid reasons. That problem put aside, she shifted from park and continued on driving.
It was another busy day at the hospital and she was exhausted. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to take a decent break in fifteen hours since half the nurses either called out or didn't even bother to show up. Her fiery hair was disheveled from its tight bun and hung loosely touching her neck. Timing was so hectic, she wasn't able to fix it until her shift was finally over with.
Luckily, one of the registered nurses came in early for her own shift and opted to take over the rest of Beth's so that she may rest a little before heading home. She sighed in relief. At last she could be away from a sterile environment and in her own cluttered setting of home.
It took her awhile to change from her scrubs in the locker room into decent clothing before locking the locker back up and jetting out of there. For once, she was happy not to be working for at least a few days. Working day in and day out was unfortunate for the poor woman who was in love with her career. Studying and training were endless to become a nurse until she finally received her certification as a registered nurse.
The keys jingled around her purse as she frantically searched for them. Damn keys playing games with me!
"I hear ya, you stupid keys!" Tongue hanging slightly from the side of her mouth, she felt around some more and rejoiced when her fingers found them. "Yes!" Smiling, Beth reacquainted herself with her forlorn corvette that had nothing on either side of it, easy to get inside without damaging another vehicle. "Time to go home." The engine turned over as soon as she slid the key in the ignition and rubbed her face. "If I can stay awake long enough to reach home, that is." A breath escaped her and she shifted the gears, reversing, then turning the wheel to get out of the parking garage.
"If you so much as touch that alcohol, you're dead!" The club owner shouted over the deafening music to her waitresses on break who tried to sneak a drink or two from the cute bartender.
It happened every so often and she was lucky to catch them. The girls were underage and very flighty. One minute they'd be bitching about the job to do and next were flirting and having a good time with the bartender. But it seemed that time, there were no worries. The new bartender she hired just a few weeks before wasn't taking any risks for jailbait. Which was why he always swapped bottles of alcohol for sodas instead. The girls never knew the difference until after a few sips and complained each time.
This second, she heard the screeching of one of the newer waitresses who happened to be a teenager on a work permit. With a heavy binder under one arm, she grasped the stair railing with a free hand and headed down, two steps at a time.
She halted as a bunch of dance goers moved past, dancing a little while sipping their drinks from colored straws. Zaru raised an eyebrow, noticing one of the girls' skirts was tucked in the back of her underwear. Her mouth covered to hold a laugh, she treaded to the bar and slammed the binder down next to her employee's arm.
"What the hell, Zaru!" She sneered while chugging down her soda. "Ah!"
"Brittany, if I so much as find out you snuck alcohol from behind the bar, you're fired! Do you hear me, Brit? Fired!"
"Breath check!" She laughed as she blew hot air in her boss' face. "Analyze."
Her face contorted in disgust and grabbed the empty glass from her hand. "Brittany, some advice for future reference? Breath mints don't help the nasty smell of alcohol disappear." Handing the glass to her bartender, the green and auburn-haired woman grabbed Brittany's upper arm. "Did you get a ride tonight?"
The brown-haired teen shook her head sadly. "No."
"Don't tell me you walked to work tonight!" Zaru asked in shock. Her club was isolated on the outskirts of Tranquility, a couple miles from other civilization. "You're buzzed, Brit. Come on. I'll give you a ride home." After leading Brittany around the club to a couple bouncers and employees explaining what she was doing, both of them headed into the darkness outside, piling into her green convertible and driving off, the dust of the road left behind them.
Nothing was going the way she planned. It was bad enough she was a poor college student who had a stupid part-time job, barely able to afford rent and food for herself. And now her landlord was expecting her to pay up front in the next three days her rent for the month or she would be evicted from her apartment. How she wished things were like they used to be fore she moved to Tranquility.
Abigail Donahugh sat her splintered desk on the other side of the living room. Her hands were holding onto her account book, hoping money would magically appear in her account somehow. But it was unfortunate. There was not enough to cover her rent and she still had not bought any groceries for the month either.
Her stomach growled at the thought of food. Sighing, she stood up, throwing her bank book on the desk and treaded into the kitchen hoping for a sign of food. Opening the refrigerator she pulled out leftover Chinese food from the previous evening and went to heat it up in the microwave.
Sadly, she leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for the microwave to beep that her food was hot and ready for her to munch on. Those few minutes felt like an hour to her. Just waiting for food to be cooked made Abigail impatient. Shaking her head, she kept herself busy by piling the dirty dishes in the sink on top of each other until she could get to them in the morning before class.
Why can't things go right for me? I'm gonna have to find a new job as soon as I can. Something that pays more and is full-time. Her red hair rest fanned across her shoulders keeping her warm from the chill that made its way into the apartment. A heavy sigh escaped her. If things didn't get better, she would probably quit school and move back home, finding another way to better herself in the world. But little did she know there was already something better on its way.
TBC..
A/n: Finally another chapter for APH came out! I'm happy even though it's pretty damn short. But either way, I updated.
Sparks and hearts,
Zaru
