Other Decepticons?
Kit sat on the doctor's table as the doctor examined her. She fought the urge to wince every time that the doctor put her cold hands on her. This doctor was a familiar face though and that set her at ease for the time being. The worst part about his doctor was the fact that she loved to talk a lot and she had the loudest mouth on the base. After awhile the questions became mundane that she could answer in her sleep. Bowing her head the thought of sleep sounded nice. Tomorrow if the doctor okayed it she would go out with Starscream. Of course the first test out it would be just a leisurely flight because she didn't want to die on the first time back out. She wanted to talk with Starscream before she fell asleep. There was this lingering thought that it might not happen though considering they were on an air force base now and she would have a harder time explaining why she was going out so late at night. She was starting to miss the U.S.S. Jackson already. Of course she figured Starscream would probably appreciate the silence.
"It's been awhile since you've been in here Kit."
"Normally I don't have a reason to be here."
"Still as confident as ever aren't you?"
"I was in the medical wing on my ship for five days, so no I'm not confidant enough to think that I'd never step foot in a medical wing again."
"Must have been a bad accident or so they say."
"Yeah I cracked my head on the side of my canopy as I made friends with the forest floor."
"I heard about that. How'd you get back?"
"We all know Wild Card didn't bring me back."
Kit was trying to figure out how to not exactly tell her what had happened and then she figured the perfect way to avoid the questions.
"Then how…"
"I'm under strict orders not to tell how I got back."
The doctor smiled and nodded her head understanding the need for silence. It was an order therefore she had to follow it so she didn't want to push the issue. Kit was about ready to sink into her thoughts when she heard a question that annoyed her. This wasn't the first time she had heard this question before. She hated it when people ask it. Why people were always concerned with her life annoyed her to no end especially her love life or lack there of.
"So got a boyfriend yet?"
"Ummm no.'
"With all those sexy sailors I would imagine you'd pick one."
Kit snorted in disgust. She didn't have time for guys especially cocky arrogant ones that she seemed to be saddled with. When Starscream opened up to her she hoped that he wasn't as arrogant as he seemed. There was so much she wanted to know from the Decepticon. The first and foremost question in her mind was what was so important about her that he was on her carrier to begin with, and what kind of danger she could be in. Flexing her hand in an age old gesture as her hands rested at her sides.
"Is something wrong Lieutenant?"
"Just thinking."
"Oh yes I remember that's an absent reflex."
"I just have a lot on my mind."
"I can imagine."
"So am I good?"
"You're good."
Kit rose and put her shirt back on. With deft fingers she buttoned up her shirt. "I'd take it easy at first Lieutenant, and I mean it if you stress yourself out to much you could get another concussion or worse. So be careful Kit."
"Understood."
Kit rose from her seat and saluted the woman before leaving. She walked down the halls. Her boots clicked on the tiled floor. For the moment her hair was unbound. Running her fingers through her hair she tried to straiten it out. Up ahead he saw MPs (military police) in the hall. Her brows furrowed in confusion. They were dragging someone in-between the two of them. The person was handcuffed. The two MPs were taller than who they were dragging so she couldn't tell who it was. Moving forward and she let her curiosity get the best of her and made her move closer. It was Wild Card. He looked up at her the hatred in his eyes made her wince inwardly. He made a fool mistake and lunged for her. The two officers were able to restrain him. The MPs dragged him into the room they were heading towards. Wild Card fought the entire time. She heard him cursing her and swearing vengeance.
"You've just buried yourself in your own grave and its way to deep for you to get out of now Wild Card," she muttered to herself.
Shaking her head she headed for the double doors that would lead her into the fading sun light. With a heavy sigh she shielded her eyes with her arm. The roar of jet engines made her look skyward. Two jets shot overhead. A smile escaped her in the realization she was back on familiar grounds. Heading towards the airfield she went to searching for a familiar logo. The sight of something black on the side of an F-22 made her stop and her brows furrowed in confusion. Starscream was an F-18. Walking past it she went strait for the line of F-18s. Walking among them she spotted a familiar jet. Walking up to it she shook her head. Hauling herself up the ladder she laid back on the wing. A heavy sigh escaped her throat as she lay there. Her eyes closed and a tired yawn escaped her throat.
"Starscream there is an F-22 fighter jet that has the Decepticon logo on it."
She rolled over on her stomach so the warm metal relaxed the tense muscles in her stomach. Now if she could find someone to get the kinks out of her shoulders and back she'd be in high heaven. "Should I be worried if I ever approach this jet?"
A shiver ran through Starscream. Figuring he wanted her off his wing she scrambled off. He transformed swiftly. He stood there looking across the long line of jets. The Decepticon looked distracted as if something was bothering him.
"Which plane?" he demanded harshly.
"Umm Starscream?" she asked in confusion. "I guess that means I should stay away from it."
"Any Decepticon but me avoid."
"Yes, sir," she said in a sarcastic manner.
He turned his red hot gaze on her making her shiver again. Those red eyes made her think of the many demon and vampire movies where their eyes glowed red as they changed into their true selves intending to harm those the gaze was directed at. "I was agreeing with you, geeze."
"Be sure that you heed my words because I will not save you again."
"Arrogant asshole," she snarled softly.
Shaking her head she turned heel and returned to her room not wanting to deal with the giant ass. She had more important things to think about such as the upcoming court marshal trial. With a heavy yawn she laid back and fell asleep. Kit hoped it was an open and shut case with Wild Card because she wanted to get back to flying as soon as possible.
The next morning
She woke for once at a normal time. The clock next to her bed flashed 7 a.m. and for once she was grateful. Getting up she went to shower and then dressed in her training gear. Walking out on the flight pad she headed towards Starscream. The other Decepticon was still there but there were multiple scratches running down his nose and side. Shaking it off, she headed towards her partner. He was sitting in his normal spot. A new scratch adorned his nose.
"Get into a dog fight without me Starscream?"
He didn't answer but in that she hadn't expected him to. Hauling herself up the ladder she sat in the cock pit and strapped herself in. A flight crew member was soon on the ladder helping her out. The guy flashed her a charming smile that made her want to wring his neck and then castrate him for good measure. She was sure her doctor friend told the guys that she was single. She fought the urge to roll her eyes at this man.
"How long are you going to be out Lieutenant?"
"A few hours at the very most, I have to take it easy at first."
"Good luck then."
The crew man slid down the ladder. A small vehicle hauled the jet out of his spot and onto a clear runway. For show she went about pretending to push the buttons that she needed to push to get him going. The flight crew signaled her for go. Starscream launched himself forward and shot skyward. The Decepticon rolled a few times before striating out and headed towards the nearest mountain range.
"So you and that other Decepticon get into a fight Starscream."
"He needed to learn his place."
"Pulling a rank thing Starscream?"
He was silent for awhile. She took that as a yes. "Wild Card's trial is tomorrow."
"Good."
She realized that Starscream wasn't one for many words. For a split second she wondered what it would take to get him to say more than a few sentences and then leave her talking to herself.
"So how many Decepticon's are on this base?"
"Excluding me, three."
"So that F-22 and what else?"
"A helicopter and a cop vehicle."
"A civilian cop car on a military base? He should stick out like a sore thumb, a copter and a jet less conspicuous. "
She knew this was serious and she had to know what the chances were of her getting in trouble. "Out of the three how many intend me harm?"
"All three of them as far as I'm concerned."
"Great," she sighed softly.
Suddenly Starscream barrel rolled causing her to hit her head against the side. Kit quickly checked for blood just in case. A heavy sigh escaped her when she realized there wasn't any but that never meant anything.
"What the hell was that for?!" she snarled.
He did it again and she was prepared for it. The air shifted a bit before he made the roll and she felt it. It was like when she was younger. Riding on the back of a quad with her dad taught her to move with the machine you're riding on. On that note she avoided a pounding headache. "Are you trying to do kill me before the others do?"
"You need to toughen up because in a real battle I will not be so easy."
An evil smirk graced Kit's face as she looked at all the buttons. One of the buttons was flashing auto pilot. Hitting the button she grabbed the control and rolled the jet sideways. "What the…" Starscream snarled.
She managed to right the jet and shot upwards towards the clouds.
"Listen to me well Starscream. I'm quiet rebellious by nature and I will not tolerate you trying to control my life. You think you're training is good enough for me but if you crack my head again it might kill me."
"Weak human."
"I'd rather be human and weakened by my emotions than a heartless monster."
The autopilot light flipped back on and Starscream threw himself into a nose dive from an extremely high altitude. Kit could feel her heart rate spike and her breathing was coming in heavier pants. It was like someone was sitting on her chest slowly smothering her. She had to get him to stop, or he'd kill her on accident. If she was healthy she would be able to take it easily, but she just recently recovered from a slight concussion.
"Starscream…" she wheezed out.
He pulled out of the dive realizing she was about to black out. Kit was wavering on the edge of the consciousness. Holding her head and leaning forward she tried to get her head to stop spinning.
"Told… you… take… it … easy…" she rasped out. "Still weak."
Kit leaned back trying to regain her breathing. She felt him shift course and she figured he was heading back to base. It didn't take them long to be on runway of their base. The flight crew pulled them back to Starscream's spot. Kit scrambled to get the straps off of her. Once they were off she scrambled from the cock pit and landed heavily on the ground. She hit the ground on her knees. There she emptied the contents of her stomach on the pavement. Once she choked everything up sat back and got her breathing under control.
"It'll be awhile before we go up again Starscream."
Kit shakily rose to her feet and found an arm around her waist. Looking over it was Storm Chaser. He looked angry as he helped her back to her room and put her to sleep. Kit was sure that Storm Chaser would have a discussion with the Decepticon about his attempt to kill her if it was about an accident. Kit curled up on her stomach and drifted to sleep.
