Here's another one! I have some news: I'm going to be taking the written test for my driver's license. The whole shutdown messed up my plan to schedule it a while back so I'm a little rusty. Of course, I'm nervous because after that, I have to take the actual driving test two weeks later. It doesn't help I over think everything, especially tests. Hopefully I won't screw myself over because of that.
The deep and sharp rumbling of a jet caught my attention. The two of us looked out the windows to see three jets above us. "Slag! Change of plans. You two are going to run through the forest so I can beat the slag out of them."
His tires screeched to a stop on the pavement and the doors open for our escape. Dom and I scrambled out of the car and immediately took off in a mad dash for the tree line. We glanced at each other, knowing what to do next in a hectic moment like this.
I pulled my gun out and came to a stop right in time as the purple jet transformed in front of us. It smirked sinisterly down at Dom and reached its hand out to grab to him. "Oh no you don't!" I aimed my gun at his head with a steady hand and popped off a couple shots.
The purple Con cried out in pain and stumbled back, placing his hands on his face. My victory didn't last long as a dark grey hand wrapped around me and my body up into the air. My feet dangled freely and made me feel powerless.
With my gun still in hand, I twisted the best I could and shot a few more bullets at the blue Con. Like the other one, he cried out and grabbed at his neck which was leaking energon. He tossed me away like garbage.
Flying through the air made it felt like it was minutes before a yellow hand caught me safely. The air was knocked out of my lungs and my head hit the metal of Sunstreaker's hand. I groaned then yelped in surprise as Sunstreaker expertly blocked hits from the other Cons.
Sunstreaker was swift and slick with his movements with his twin helping his escape. I finally was set down on the hard asphalt and watched the two get back in the action. It had seemed a couple of other jets joined the party, still out numbering the Bots.
Through the mess of the surrounding area, I spotted the flash of a light blue shirt making its way through the forest. Dom was still out there, in need of help.
My eyes observed the intense fighting going on in the middle of the road before noticing a Con looking over where Dom is. Gladly, throughout this whole thing, my gun was still in my hand. I got off of my butt and took aim once again at the red optic of the Con.
All it took was a single bullet to hit his eye and allow Crosshairs to take him down. I cheered inwardly and greeted my friend once he got over to me. "Remind me never to on the wrong of your barrel," Dom joked and sat on down the asphalt with me.
We silently watched the fight the remaining bots and breathed heavily, attempting to catch our breath. I lay back on the cool ground below me and stared up at the dark sky. The adrenaline rush was gone left my body feeling heavy and tired.
A yawn escaped me and Dom chuckled quietly. "The two us are going to sleep good tonight."
The sound blasting of jets taking off scared me from nearly falling asleep. The three original jets that attacked us were making a hasty retreat to wherever their base is. Sides red head came into view and a look of concern and worry covered his face. "Brey? Are you okay?" he questioned and sounded like he was going to cry.
"Yeah, just, I now don't like free flying or planes; especially jets," I joked and sat up with my arms resting on my knees. A tiny smile appeared on his and his brother's lips. "I'm gonna stay with cars yep, I need car." My speech slightly slurred as if I was drunk which was how I acted when exhausted.
I reached towards the two of them and made grabbing motions like a baby. "Take me home, Prince Charming. No Ratchet the Hatchet, he mean." Sunstreaker scooped me off the ground and transformed around me.
"You need to see Hatchet to make sure you're fine," Sunstreaker ordered and left no room for arguing. But it's me, I'm stubborn beyond belief.
"Sunny, when I say no, I mean no. I need to go home and sleep. Yeah, sleep sounds good right about now." I crawled to the back of his alt. mode and collapsed on the warm leather seats. My rips complained from me laying on them, specially my left side.
The yellow twin didn't reply and began the trip home.
A bright light in my eyes woke me up from my nap and I sat up to face the light. "Huh? Where? What? Fucking ow!" I mumbled incoherently. My left side complained moderately from me moving around.
"Next time don't take on two Cons by yourself," a familiar male voice spoke up.
"Actually it was three Cons, Ratchet," another familiar male voice corrected the other one. I opened my eyes and was met by being in the Med. Bay of the Autobot base. Sides and Sunstreaker were on a metal slab meant for their size across from me.
Ratchet's holoform was off to my right, looking not so pleased. "Saying three isn't making her case any easier. It was dumb and reckless. And it could have gotten herself killed."
"Wasn't my first time facing death nor will it be my last," I grunted and crossed my arms over my chest. They were treating me like a child and I didn't like it one bit. I saw off to my left was the sleeping figure of Dom and quickly got off of the cot.
Dom looked worse for wear with a few of his cuts littering his body. "Lay down! You're supposed to be resting up!" Ratchet grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Dom. I wasn't too worried for my friend as he seemed to be only sleeping.
It was later on this new day when the two troublemakers came back. Sides rolled up to where my cot was with the corners of his mouth tipped up warm, same with his brother. "How are you feeling, Red Shooter?"
"Red Shooter?" I questioned on this new nickname he gave me.
"Yeah, everyone around base is calling you that now. You shot two out of the three cons in their optics. You got Thundercracker in the neck cables. And you barely got a scratch on you, besides your hurt side." He sounded so excited like a kid getting a puppy for their birthday.
"And Optimus has even offered you a position on the team." My thoughts came to a screeching halt and my jaw dropped to the floor.
"I can't, I can't. My career, I can't give up my career," I stuttered, unsure about this whole thing. "I'm beyond honored though."
"Come on, you get to see us every day and no more worrying about random attacks from Cons. And if you're honored about it, then take the offer." Sides was really trying to get me join them but my career was wired in brain.
After sometime of arguing, the red twin dropped the matter and pouted for the rest of the day. I parted ways with the two and headed towards the cafeteria for some lunch. Some of the soldiers inside glanced at me and muttered to their friends close to them.
Someone in the group called out that the 'Red Shooter' was here. When Sides told me that, I thought he was kidding and he was the one that came up with it. My thought was clearly wrong as a few soldiers came up to me and greeted me.
With all this attention on me, I swiftly grabbed a lunch and got out of there as fast as possible. Even when Tipps would recognize me for my hard work, it would cause me to freak out with the attention on me.
I sat between the cafeteria and another hangar next to it and silently ate my lunch. My dogs! The thought came up randomly. It caused me to abandon my lunch and rush towards the main hangar. Hopefully Will is there because I needed to go home, like yesterday.
My left side protested from my hard running and forced my breaths to be painful. I pushed past it and slid to a stop at the entrance of the main hangar. My eyes scanned over every soldier within sight for Will until they caught his brown hair.
Without another thought, I rushed up the catwalk, pushing past people, and stopped in front of Will. The brown haired man gave me a confused expression. "Dogs, need to go home," I stated between breaths to catch my breath.
Will chuckled and leaned back against the handrail with his arms crossed over his chest. "Seems like you had a run. Did Ratchet authorize you to be allowed to run?"
"I need to go home now." Jeez, I need to exercise some more. Well, I did run half a mile or more in a dead sprint. That's how important the dogs are to me and forever will be that way.
"You're fine, the Terror Twins went over when you were out and checked up on them. They also fed and watered them for you. But don't worry, once they get done with radar watch then they'll take you home… unless you want Hide to take you." I shook my head to decline the offer.
"No, I'll be fine until they're done. I'm just going to be sitting over there, catching my breath."
"No, you won't. If you were a bot, I would throw a wrench at you. You haven't been cleared by me, yet," Ratchet interrupted my plan. I flinched by pushing my shoulders up, scared of facing the wrath of Ratchet.
It was a draw between Sunstreaker and Ratchet on who's the scariest. Each have their own category of scariness but still are on the same level.
Sunstreaker has threatened to step on a human and nearly has from what I have heard. Ratchet has threatened to throw a wrench which he has; even Optimus may seem a tiny bit scared of him. It's hard to pick which one is the scariest on base.
"Oh, hey, ya didn't see that, right?" I asked meekly and turned around to face him. They say face your fears, right?
Ratchet glared at me and caused me to squeak fearfully. "You have a glitch for thinking I didn't see you running across the base."
"Hey! It was important. I needed to go home to make sure my dogs were fine." The medic rolled his eyes, not finding my reason important enough.
"You're coming with me now," he ordered firmly and scooped me off the catwalk. I yelped from the sudden moved and held tightly to his hand as not to fall off. A heated glare was sent in his direction for his actions toward me.
The neon green bot set me down on the counter that of his size before his holoform appeared next to me. It was best not to argue with him so the two of us didn't say a word to each other. Both of us a little pissed off at the other, for good reason too.
He checked my side which was starting to bruise and the other cuts and bruises littering my body. I hissed under my breath as he cleansed the worse of the cuts. Said cut must have happened when that stupid Con picked me up but the adrenaline was running through my veins. "You could be a little bit more careful."
"Do not start that. You took on three Cons. I don't care if you're called the Red Shooter by the humans, you could've died," he argued, clearly not pleased of my actions.
"Like I have said, I have faced death before. That wasn't my first nor will be my last. My job is dangerous. The people I have to interact with usually have a weapon on them, a gun or knife. Most of the time, that gun is loaded, ready to shoot. May it be a deer or some other game animal or me." They should know by now that my job is dangerous.
"Still doesn't mean you should shoot at three Cons. You protect humans, not Cybertronians."
"Dominick was about to get caught by a Con, so I was protecting a human." I had caught the medic in a trap. It was true though, Dom was about to get scooped up by the purple jet.
The medic grumbled under his breath before finishing up his check up. "You're fine to go home now, but no extreme lifting or exercise." I solemnly nodded my head then fast walked out of the Med. Bay. Maybe I could find wherever Dom was?
Soldiers littered the grounds outside of the large hangars, not a lot but a good handful. One of them spotted me walking out of the Med. Bay and pointed me out to her buddies. The others acted excitedly of me appearing but the small scowl on my face sent them away. I didn't want any more attention on me, the cafeteria 'incident' already spooked me enough.
Interacting with a large group of people or human I don't know scares me. Even when I was in high school and college, talking with people wasn't my thing. When Will introduced me to the bots in their holoforms, there were probably five or six of them but it made me uneasy.
Strolling around the base looking for my friend was beginning to worry me. Did he already go home without saying anything to me? Is he mad at me? If he hated me or no longer wanted to hang out with me, I wouldn't know what to do without him as my friend.
Zeke and Dom are a pair, if you lost one, it wouldn't be the same without him. They're the only two, besides the Terror Twins, that are close to me. Well, Zeke and Dom are closer to me by a long shot then the other two.
Off in the distance, I see the shiny forest green paintjob of Crosshairs talking to Bumblebee. Ratchet's words echoed in my brain about no extreme exercise, meaning no running over there. Stupid Cons, but thankfully Sunstreaker caught me before I became a pancake on the asphalt.
My feet carry me in a fast paced stroll over to where the two were having a conversation with each other. Bumblebee noticed me coming up to them. "What's up-my lady?" He bowed like a gentleman, acting silly and having fun.
"Just came over to see if Crosshairs has seen Dominick. Ratchet is letting me go home now." I gave a pointed look at Crosshairs, silently implying my question towards.
The green mech scowled down at me and crossed his arms over his chest. "We talked for a bit, but then he headed over to the main hangar." From this moment on, the two of us could tell we would never be friends.
"Thanks. See you around, Bumblebee!" I waved a goodbye to Bee while departing from the two and heading towards the main hangar. Hopefully Dom was there so the two of could go home after what had happened yesterday.
From my spot on the ground and the soldiers around me, my eyes found the salt and pepper male on the catwalk. Dom sitting by his lonesome at a table of to the side. Will and Epps were on the other side of the catwalk, making sure everything was running smoothly.
I trekked up the many stairs to where he was and stalked silently behind him. "Bah!" I shouted and scared the poor man. Dom jumped from his seat and whirled around to face me, fear written over his face.
Once he saw it was just me, his expression morphed into an 'I'm done with your bullshit' face. He slapped my bicep with the back of his hand before hugging me tightly. "I'm so gladly you're okay."
We stood there for a couple of second then released each other, a smile on both of our faces. "I should be saying that to you! You nearly had one Con grab and another wanting to turn you into ash."
"Well, you shot three of them and saved my life twice by the sound of it. Thanks, by the way." Dom lightly punched my shoulder and pushed his fist against me.
"You would do the same for me." I took a seat at the he was sitting at and sighed deeply. My side was bothering me from traveling all over the base without much rest. He sat back down too and the two of sat in silence. I was waiting for Sides and Sunstreaker to get down with radar duty.
Ratchet didn't tell me how long it would be until the two got done with their punishment. Prowl probably is hounding on them to get a few of their 'tickets' carried out. Since they are my guardians, they're away from the base, unable to fulfill their punishments. Is that why they became my guardian? To get away from Prowl?
No, that couldn't be. Sides seems extremely interested in me and Sunstreaker was warming up to me. I refused to believe that was the reasoning. Fate has her way. Plus, it was me who choose them to be my guardian, they only agreed.
Great, doubt filled my thoughts now. I groaned softly to myself and gently banged my head against the metal table. Dom chuckled at my misfortune of thoughts but I ignored him for good measure. Something deep within my heart wanted this to work out, in time of course. But the doubt slowing building up isn't helping.
"I didn't know our presence was that much unappreciated," Sides suddenly spoke up and startled me. I jumped up from my seat, nearly toppling my chair in the process.
"What? No, I was thinking… about things," I nervously replied and sat back down in my chair, acting like that didn't happen. Sides and Sunstreaker were standing next to each other with heavy shoulders, seeming a bit tired.
Sides carefully placed his arm on the railing and lean close to the two of us. "What kind of 'things'?" A charming smile appeared on his lips, brightening up his entire face. I couldn't help but feel the blood rushing to my face and letting the doubt ebb away.
"Nothing of concern but-" I should back up and pushed my chair in, stepping up to him-" it's getting late, could you take me home, please?" The red twin leaned in even closer to the point I could feel the exhales coming from him.
My checks still were hot from a few seconds before and his actions didn't help. "Maybe, if you give me a kiss on the side of my facial plates," he teased and his brother gave a glare, seeming a tad jealous. My eyes went wide as saucers and the blush covering my face grew to the tips of my ears. "Unless you don't want to." He was quick to save himself.
I rapidly thought about it before laying a swift kiss on his check and turned away, embarrassed. My mind screaming at me about my actions yet the butterflies in my stomach overruled them. Was it even possible for a twenty-nine year old get crushy feelings for another being? Well, there are two of them and that was a bit weird, especially for human nature.
The biggest smile grew on his face to show his happiness. "Payment accepted, let's get you home." Sunstreaker up and sent his red twin a hidden glare.
"You'll be riding with me this time," he butted in, leaving no room for an argument. Sides sent me a wink and leaned in even closer to point I could see in between his face plates and at the gears behind.
"He's jealous; but be careful, he's a bit more handsy then you think." With that, he stood straight and transformed smoothly into his alt. mode. What did that mean?!
Dom awkwardly cleared his throat to gain my attention. "I guess I'll see you later. Be careful with those two." We waved goodbye at each other before I ran down the steps of the cat walk onto ground level.
Sunstreaker pulled up in front of me with door open, forcing my hand to get inside of his alt. mode. What his twin said still rolled around in my head? He did look a little jealous of Sides asking for a kiss but he seems to know to give me time and space.
I decided glance at him from the corner of my eye for a couple of seconds. Sunstreaker turned his head a moment later and our eye met. We stared at each other for a little longer before he faced the road again.
The warmth building up in stomach faded away when he did, leaving me cold on the inside. A large hand wrapped around mine, making me jump from the sudden contact. The male next to me must of thought of the gesture was unwanted. He released my hand but I caught his hand in time and squeezed it, not making eye contact.
Yet, I could feel the smile coming from him. Sunstreaker returned the squeeze and continued to drive me home one handed, definitely not safe but I didn't want to let go. The warm feeling in my stomach was too great of a feeling.