Title: The Past is Dark
Fandom: Transformers/GI: Joe (movie)
Pairings/Characters: CC/Sam
Word count: 514
Warnings: Nothing much
AN: *stretches* This was in a world of someone I lost contact with a long time ago.
Their relationship was rocky to say the very least, off to those who looked at it. She had been quite the sought-after woman when she had been known as Sam, but not for all the right reasons. It was right after the Autobots had been told to leave, the Decepticons had made a bid for Earth and had nearly won if not for the fact that the government had fought back and had done so very hard and fast.
But by the time everything had calmed down, they had all turned to looking for one Samantha Witwicky, a sweet looking brunette woman who carried a small bit of the All Spark energy within her along with the information that had been stored on the cube itself. But by then, Samantha had given way to Ann, better known by then as the rather emotionless Duchess.
Cobra Commander, or as Sam called him behind closed doors, Rex, controlled a group that helped the world stay safe, but they also worked to take over the government to prevent them from plunging them into chaos. Of course, the entire reason was much more complicated and convoluted, but that didn't concern her too much.
Rex had a personal history and a deep hatred for the Decepticons. He had known Will Lennox, had been the photographer and news reporter that had been assigned to their group, going with them to the Quatar base and being there when the one named Blackout had attacked. Following that, he had barely gotten away from Scorpinocs attack along with the others of the group.
Before the Autobots had left and the world had been turned upside down, Rex had long disappeared from the base that had been set up for them. He had turned up sometime after that long enough to tell Lennox that things were quite a bit worse than they thought and to take Sam to safety, hiding her away from those who wanted to own her.
During the time that the Decepticons had been working to take over, she had learned all she needed to be to be his right-hand woman. But she also learned that the attack had left Rex with a personality that reminded her of a seesaw with a screw loose and the wind blowing it back and forth. She had grown cool, calm, collected.
Emotionless was what they called her, often to her face when she then gave them the worst jobs, no matter their rank. No one knew that she had become cold to protect her sanity from disappearing on her. The only time she showed any real emotion was when Cobra Commander, her Rex, was balanced for a time, loving and when they were together in bed.
Three years of the ups and downs of the relationship and the end of their problems looked to be near the end of it all, making the two even more happy and Rex even more balanced. After all, they couldn't very well bring a child into a world where the government was biting its own ass.