Author's Note: No wanna work on homework or Talons. Soooo... Well, This is Different it is! :D
Tiiiirrred, so writing might be suckier than normal... And sorry, I promised action. I lied, apparently. The part I thought was just gonna be a short beginning thing took over the entire chapter... Next chap, promise!
Disclaimer: C'mon. Do you really think that I'd delude myself into thinking that I own this stuff? I just mess with the characters. Plots and OCs are mine tho, in all their glory.
Beep beep beep beep beep.
Annoying noise. Annoying noise bad. Annoying noise annoying.
Elizabeth groaned into the pillow while flailing around, searching for the stupid alarm clock, her thoughts still muggy from sleep. Finally hitting something, she hit a small button on top and the noise stopped. Relaxing back into the covers and sighing in content, she vowed that she would only sleep for nine more minutes...
Wait. Small button? Elizabeth jerked semi-upright, her dirty blonde hair falling every where in a tangle, eyes fixed on the alarm clock on her bedside table. The little light that said that the alarm was on was gone.
"Shiiiiit..." She groan/sweared. That meant that she couldn't snooze... And her clock was happily exclaiming, in blue luminescent numbers, that it was 5:32 am. She normally didn't get up until 6:30-7ish. Crap.
Slowly dragging her body out of bed and the warm safety of the covers, the aero-space engineer shivered when the cool air of the apartment hit her bare shoulders. Shuffling over to the bathroom, she took a quick shower.
She felt warmer again from the hot water, but not warm enough. Tea it is again.
Letting the stove do its work, Elizabeth sat down with her Mac and went about checking her emails. When that was done (she had a surprisingly small amount of them, just a few chains), she started just surfing. By the time that the teapot let out its shrill whistle she was learning about something called 'the Game' on Wikipedia.
She picked out a new outfit for the day (jeans and a t-shirt as usual) whilst sipping her tea. Slipping it all on, she glanced at the hated alarm clock. Nearing seven now. Wow, must of taken a long shower.
Grabbing her keys and laptop case, nearly forgetting her laptop itself, she hurried out the door.
After the usual internal cursing at her car to try to get it started. Driving to work was uneventful, but the closer he engineer go to JPL, the more nervous she became. The Autobots were there.
Elizabeth had watched Transformers as long as she could remember. One of her earliest memories was watching it at her house when she was seven. Beast Wars. Smiling at the memory, she remembered her favorites. Rhinox and Cheetor. She had watched G1 around the same time, and loved nearly everyone.
Nearing the facility. Pulling into her parking spot. Checking to make sure she had everything. A deep breath.
After she stepped out she noted the lack of cars in the parking lot. Seems everyone was taking an opportune personal day.
She was halted briefly at the door by a military man in a full uniform. No matter how much she explained that she worked here, was supposed to be here, and knew the General ('Yes, General... Kwaad, that's his name. Yes, I know him. He freaking wants me here!'). Just as it seem the guard was about to call the happy men in the white coats, there was a polite "Excuse me," from behind her.
Shiitake mushroom soldier was standing there, a soft smile on his face. "She is supposed to be here, Jenkins. The General wants it. She has a good relationship with the Autobots." At the blank look at the noun, he sighed, "You know, the robots in a lab in there, somewhere?" He gestured vaguely at the building. Realization dawned and the soldier let them pass.
They walked companionably inside. "I'm John, by the way. John Fletcher." He held out a hand. She took it. Seems like the start of a beautiful friendship to me, she mused.
(I lost the Game)
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