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Anyways, made some very minor edits to the previous chapters to coincide with Aurorah's new ref. Nothing major just some words and edited some spelling.
Destiny by Markus Schulz
Chapter Seven: Destiny
So if we just can't get it right
Then maybe we'll try in another life
If I died in your arms tonight
Then baby I'll see you on the other side
It was the pain and constant flurry of hands on her body that woke her in a state of panic. Eyes snapped open and the normal blue irises were blood red and pupils slit. Aurorah's hand shot out, grabbing onto the face of the first person in her line of sight. The man whose face she grabbed stilled, eyes wide in surprise. He held a needle in one hand and her gaze narrowed in on it before back to the man. With a feral snarl she brought the man in before tossing him into the medical equipment behind him. The crash alerted the others who were in the room and they all turned to her.
Aurorah glared at people and slowly they all backed away with their hands raised. She made to move, but her shoulder and side screamed at her in pain. She took a deep breath and hoisted herself into a sitting position, tail lashing angrily behind her. A pulling on her arm made her look down and a long IV tube was attached to her arm. She quickly ripped it out, not caring that blood began to trickle down her arm. It wasn't enough to worry about.
Wading through the pain, she hopped of the table she had been laying on. A man appeared, big and bulky. A guard perhaps, and attempted to guide her back. She struck fast with her fist, solidly hitting him the throat. He gasped, clawing at his throat as he tried to breath and falling through the door he had come in through. Aurorah only spared him and the worried people in the room a brief glance before stumbling as fast as she could past them and out of the room.
She must have been in a hospital, the white walls and personnel dressed in scrubs and white coats making it obvious. They all scuttled out of the way when she hobbled by and glared at them, baring sharp teeth and growling. One hand was braced against the wall, helping her move her along.
Aurorah looked up when she heard a commotion. A man dressed in a black uniform was barreling past guards and hastily pushing people out of the way without care. He was heading straight towards her and she tensed, preparing to defend herself before she heard the man speak.
"Idiot, what are you doing!" he barked, gripping her arms gently. It still sent a flash of pain and she flinched. The voice that came from the human was familiar and she looked up.
"Barricade?" she whispered, a little unsure as the last she saw of him, he was made of metal. She couldn't see his eyes due to the dark glasses but he nodded. He picked her up into his arms and she reached out to grip his shoulder tightly, fighting back tears as her injured shoulder smashed against his chest.
"I brought you here to get fixed up and you cause a commotion." he scolded, voice harsh and displeased. It made her smile faintly with its familiarity.
"I don't like hospitals."
"You're a medic and you hate hospitals."
"I've had really bad experiences. Don't judge me."
Barricade huffed irritably and soon they were outside. Aurorah breathed in the cool night air, trying to defuse the burning she was feeling in her body. The only comforting things were the warmth in her chest that had returned when Barricade was close and Kurama's near suffocating presence wrapped around her mind like a blanket.
Gently, Barricade deposited her back into his alt-mode before his human figure fizzled out of existence. The door slammed behind her, encasing her in warm metal and leather seats and he was soon speeding out of the hospital entrance and into the street. Lights buzzed passed them faster than she could keep up, but that was probably due to the fatigue and dizziness she felt.
"You've made this much harder girl." Barricade finally spoke up after a few moments of silence. Aurorah shifted in her spot before realizing it was a bad idea and stilled. Her breath was ragged and painful as she looked up to the circular wheel moving slightly.
"Sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Now what am I supposed to do with you?" He grumbled.
Aurorah laughed shallowly. "Just find somewhere with water. I'll...take care of it myself."
"You mean like you did earlier. If you dieā¦."
"Aww, I didn't realize you cared so much."
Barricade growled. "Hardly." he veered to the left and suddenly the ride became much more rough, as if he was driving on uneven ground. Aurorah held back most of her grunts and moans of pain and gripped her shoulder and side tight in an effort to keep still and not aggravate her wounds any further. It did little to help. She just needed to get this thing out of her shoulder and properly tend to the wounds...the manual way of course. She'd be fine afterwards. She would just have to deal with the pain. Well, pain that was worse than anything she had felt before. And she been thrown through buildings and trees before. Why did it hurt so much?
Blessedly, Barricade finally came to a slow stop, engine quietly idling instead of it's deep roar. The door snapped open and he spoke.
"I've brought you to the water. Make this quick." he demanded.
Oh, well what a ray of sunshine this one was today. But that was probably the sucky circumstance Aurorah had unintentionally got him into. Stuck to her mind and then having to deal with her bleeding all over him was more than likely not his idea of a fun time. It sure wasn't hers.
Gently as possible, she slid out of the seats onto a dirt packed ground. Close to them, about twenty feet away was a creek which flowed gently. She breathed deeply, wincing slightly before proceeding to remove her clothes. It occurred to her that she was about to be butt naked in front of the surly Barricade, but she felt, as he was an alien, he probably didn't care about her body. That and she really didn't have the time to worry about either of them possibly being embarrassed about her lack of dress.
Devoid of the last of her garments, Aurorah went over to the flowing water. As quick as possible, she wadded into the water, her body immediately tensing and shivering. But the shock of the cold water on her body had it's uses as the pain momentarily took a backseat. She used that little time to assess the damage. Her hand roved over her shoulder and side wound, feeling the ripped flesh beneath her fingers. Her shoulder was red, inflamed and swelling, indicating infection was trying to set in and the skin around it was black and purple, bruising done from the impact the weapon had made on her body. Her side was no different, though the wound was more a gaping wound, the projectile having grazed her flesh deeply instead of lodging into her body. She was just glad it had missed any vital areas.
It was just her luck that her chakra was acting up. Stuck in a strange world, unable to heal or access her storage scrolls for more supplies then she had currently in her medical pack. She would have no antibiotics to apply to the wounds and she knew she would be facing several days if not weeks of her weakened body trying to fight off infection. The best she would be able to do is sew the wound close and keep it has clean as possible.
And what if Barricade insisted she leave or he left her out here once she was done with her wounds. Where would she go? She was alone. Barricade and been gracious enough with her and look where that got him. Roped into one of her typical shitty situations. She wouldn't blame him if he up and abandoned her to possibly dye in the strange world.
Aurorah shivered, both from the cold and her concerning thoughts. The pain was creeping back up as her body adjusted to the water's temperature. She took a deep breath, readying herself to take the the projectile out.
One last calming breath and Aurorah jammed her fingers into the wound. She cried out, body tensing and screaming with pain. She braced herself against a rock as she dug into her flesh, fingers rooting through tissue to touch the object in her clavicle. It was long and metal and she bit her lip as she gripped it the best she could. With minimal strength she ripped it out. With the object no longer impeded in her, fresh blood quickly started to stream from her wound.
God ,why did it hurt so much?
Barricade watched from the bank of the creek, listening to the screaming girl as she plunged her hand into her wound and ripped the bullet from where it rested. She briefly hunched into herself, wet tears spilling down her dirt covered face as her fleshy body shook with pain. Blood poured freely from the newly aggravated wound and he wondered, would she perhaps die from all of this. The thought did nothing to gratify him as it once would have. Was it because he would die with her?
No, he had been more than ready to die back in that warehouse before the girl had come along. Dying would not bother him. But the girl suffering, bleeding out before she succumbed to death. That didn't sit well with him. She certainly didn't deserve it.
Any other human, any other cybertronian and Barricade wouldn't care. Would let them bleed to death all over the floor and wouldn't feel a bit of guilt. But this human. She was...okay. She didn't bother him nearly as much as he would have her think and he didn't mind her company as much as he thought he would. In fact he craved it. He...liked her in a way. Liked her voice, innocent and playful. He wanted her to talk to him about things even if he didn't understand what it was she spoke of. He wanted to hear more of her world, of her experiences and feel that strange biofield she had sooth him when she was near. She intrigued him.
He wasn't sure if it was him talking, or this new bond, but he would go with it for now, see where it led. He had nowhere else to go. The decepticons were sure to forsake him, being so intertwined with a human, and the autobots...he held no love for them.
Barricade was derailed from his thoughts when the human finally emerged from the cold water, shivering, bleeding and soaking wet. Her thick tail trailed behind her on the ground like a soggy mess, accumulating dirt and twigs. She stumbled along, legs wobbly and her blue eyes glossy. He wasn't prepared for her to pitch forward, arms not even coming out to stop her fall, and landing solidly atop his hood with a resounding thud.
A wave of plating flared from the point of impact and along his body, the tingling of his sensor net alive with the feel of her naked wet skin and blood. He squashed the instinct to reverse away from her, knowing she'd fall to the ground in a heap and potentially hurt herself more if he did. Instead, he pushed forward gently, urging her to stand on her own feet. It took her a minute to gather herself. He felt her press closer to him briefly, probably drawn by the warmth from his engine before she was able to properly stand.
Her stability didn't last long as she tried to hobble over to the pile of clothes she had discarded, one hand grazing his side in an attempt to keep upright and leaving a trail of red blood on his black and white paint. Barricade could tell from her foggy expression and droopy shaking limbs that she was past exhaustion. She looked as if she moved solely on auto-pilot.
When she finally reached her clothes, she gave in and slumped like a heap onto the ground, hand digging into the pile and pulling out a worn looking leather pouch. She dumped the contents unceremoniously onto the ground without care. She pulled out a sewing kit and he watched as she began threading a needle and string into her own flesh, sealing the wounds to keep them from further bleeding. She made a hasty wrap job with bandages and gauze to keep dirt out.
Once she was done, she simply sat there, swaying slightly in her spot and staring at him. Barricade knew she wasn't staring directly at him but in his general direction. Her expression was devoid of any of her usual expressiveness, the mischievous smirk or cheerful grin he had become so used to seeing on her. Instead it was just empty. Her breath came out in shallow ragged puffs and he wondered briefly if she was going to stop breathing altogether.
Before Barricade could think much more on it, she wobbled and fell back, hitting the ground with a solid thunk. The next moment he was in root mode and hovering over her now prone body, prodding at her with a long sharp digit.
"Human?" He questioned. He watched her closely and could still see the soft rise and fall of her chest. So she wasn't dead, just passed out. He sighed in frustration, feeling forgotten stress and aches creep up along his body. As gently as possible, he picked up her small soft form in his hand, feeling as she shivered. Despite the shivering- which he knew humans did when they were cold- her body was hot.
Barricade was no expert on humans. What he did know he read on the internet when he first landed on this planet. Mostly unimportant things, culture, or the occasional definition for something a human said that he didn't quite understand. He didn't ever feel the need to learn human biology of any sort. He wasn't a medic and he certainly didn't care enough about humans to want to know how to fix them or help them. At least not before. Now, he felt maybe he should have had the forethought to at least peruse the subject just in case. Maybe then he would have been a little more help in this situation.
He cursed and folded slow and careful around the human as he returned to his alt-mode, depositing her softly into his backseat and turning his heater on. There was nothing he could do for her. She refused the hospital and he would be of no help. He could only keep an optic on her, keep her safe in her weakened state and see if she pulled through.
With the way she was now, he didn't really have much hope.
"Ma'am, can you please explain what happened, without yelling." Will Lennox asked as calmly as possible. The young nurse he was speaking to regarded him with wide green eyes, wringing her hands together. Will placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and he felt her sag a little, letting out a small sigh.
"Well, we got this patient, a young women. She was brought in by a cop. Two bullet wounds, one still imbedded and both bleeding pretty badly."
Will nodded, bringing the women to sit on a bench and motioned for her to continue. Her eyes went to him and then briefly flitted over the other military personnel standing around the waiting room before resting back on him.
"He was frantic, the cop. Maybe he was really worried. He became very agitated though when we took the girl into the back and told him he couldn't follow. Kept pacing and staring daggers at anyone who even glanced his way. He refused to speak to anyone and only growled at us."
"And the girl?"
"Pretty young girl, if maybe a bit strange looking. Wore the oddest clothes I've ever seen and had what I swore were animal ears and a tail. We took her back to get prepared for emergency surgery to remove the bullet. Didn't even get a chance to put her under sedation before she just bolted awake and tossed the surgeon clear across the room." At this the women gave Will a petrified look, grabbing onto the front of his uniform with a firm grip. "That's when I saw her face. Like the devil had possessed this girl. Such blood red eyes and sharp teeth. She shouldn't have been walking with how much blood she'd lost but she did and took a security guard down on her way. That cop was at her side in an instant and then they left just as quickly as they came in."
The women's hands dropped from his clothes and one clasped onto a cross dangling from her neck. "God help that poor girl's soul." She whispered. She turned to Will and gave him a quick nod before standing up and returning to her duties. Will stood as well, waving his men to follow him outside to where a group of oddly parked cars waited. A red and white rescue hummer H2, a black and yellow camero, a black GMC topkick and two standard military vehicles.
"So, what'd they say." A man approached Will, his hand wrapped with bandages.
"She was here Epps, but not for long. Injured two people and scared a whole lot more."
"Barricade was here as well. There is a very faint trace of his spark energy, though not enough to trace him." Ratchet said, his voice coming from the hummer.
Will sighed. "He must of been the cop. Confirms that the two are together though."
A low growl of frustration arose from the camaro and Will turned to Bumblebee. The young scout had been antsy the entire trip out here. No doubt due to the fact they were on to Barricade. Though the longer it took for them to find the decepticon, the more irritable the mech got.
"So, what do we do now. If we can't track him, do we just go back and wait for another blip to possibly appear." Epps asked, slipping into the passenger's side of Ironhide as Will got into the driver's seat. They both heard Bumblebee's engine rev loudly and tires squeal as he shot out of the hospital driveway and onto the road. The other four vehicles soon followed swiftly behind him.
Ironhide grunted and both his passengers looked down at the radio. "The Likelihood of that happening is slim. Barricade is going to be more careful than ever."
"I suggest we stay." Ratchet piped up.
"Why?"
"Call it a hunch. Barricade went out of his way to bring this injured human to the hospital, a place crowded with humans and exposing himself to the possibility of being caught. That human is still injured and seems to be important to him. He'll try and find another way to help her." he explained. Epps and Will looked at each other, both thinking along the same lines as the medic. Will then eyed the glowing dash.
"You think...he'd come to us?" he asked, hopeful and unsure all at once. It would certainly make things easier if he did.
"It's a real possibility.. Barricade is smart. With hospitals out of the option and more then likely unable to care for her himself, he'll resort to what he knows is familiar. What he knows will work."
"A cybertronian medic. You're sure about this?"
"I'd wager 50/50. He could just leave her somewhere and have us find the human. We're basing our assumption off the hope that Barricade cares about this human."
"He'll probably leave her to die. Sounds more like something the fraggin con would do." Ironhide remarked. "The human is as good as dead in his care."
"I don't know Ironhide. All of this is out of character for Barricade. We can't be sure of what he'll do as he's not following his usual pattern of behavior."
"A con is a con Ratch. Ain't gonna change for some little human femme."
There was a growling rev of agreement from Bumblebee. Ratchet's sigh was followed by Will's.
"Whatever the relationship is between Barricade and this girl, there will be no killing unless absolutely necessary. Optimus would prefer they be brought in alive and so would I." Will commanded. There was a collective 'Yes Sirs' from everyone, although none of them were eager. He knew they would rather kill the con, even the girl if she truly was a decepticon sympathizer. And while he understood their feelings, there were rules.
"Alright, let's find us a con."
Welp...
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