Author's Note: Hey guys! I know I've kinda been neglecting this one...and I'm sorry. I'm trying to get myself back on track. I really am. A huge "Thank You" to everyone who took the time to read and review the last chapter (valenKusano, SessGome, Arrna, PandylBas, Duvet, Elita One, Stesuna the Dragon, kemurikat, Yaya Hatake, blood shifter, and flamingmarsh). I really, really appreciate it. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. On with the show!
Disclaimer: I have never owned Transformers and I probably never will. Yes, people...life is totally unfair.
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Autobot Base
Ironhide frowned as he watched the human he had grown so fond of sitting quietly at a human-sized table in the rec room. She stared absently at the open notebook in front of her while rolling an ink pen between her hands. He could only imagine what was going through her head.
The trip to see the lawyer had made it obviously clear that the young woman had only two choices. She could either divulge everything she knew about Ryan Cavanaugh to the authories or, she could go to prison. Ironhide knew Revecca was terrified by both prospects even though she had gone through great pains to play off the seriousness of the situation since they had arrived back at the base.
Wishing to do something, anything he could to lend his support, he took a step toward her and knelt down next to where she sat. "Is there anythin' I can do?"
Revecca blew out a breath and looked up at the mech. "I don't even know where to start. Its just...I've done some really fucked up stuff, y'know..."
Ironhide made a rumbling sound deep in his chest. "It can't be that bad."
Rev sighed and shook her head sadly. "If you only knew half the things I've done, you probably wouldn't be able to look at me the same." She averted her eyes. "I'm telling you, Ironhide, I'm not worth your time or your pity."
"Revecca...look at me." Ironhide put a finger under her chin to force her to look up at him. "We've all done thing's we aren't proud of, myself included. There's nothin' you can tell me that's gonna make me think any less of ya." He moved his finger to touch the side of her face. "And I'm not spendin' time with ya outta pity. You should know that by now."
Rev grasped Ironhide's finger with one of her slender hands. Tears had begun to gather in her eyes. "Ironhide, I-"
"I know...Its gonna be alright." He gently removed his finger from her grip and tapped the open notebook. "C'mon, tell me how ya met this Cavanaugh slagger."
Revecca took a deep breath and picked up her pen. Setting the tip to the paper she started to write as she narrated to Ironhide. She just hoped that after everything was said and done that he'd still feel the same about her. She didn't think she could bear him having a negative image of her, or worse, stop caring about her. When she thought about it, he was really all she had.
"After highschool...after my dad died, I was really struggling. I had no money, no place to stay. A friend of mine had a hookup and got me a job working at this bar...er...strip club..."
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Cavanaugh's Apartment
"OH, FUCK!" Ryan shuddered and collapsed on top of the brunette beneath him. Rolling off the woman he groped around on his nightstand for his cigarettes. He glanced over at the woman as he flipped open his lighter. "Well?"
"Mmm..." The woman flashed him a smile and stretched causing the sheet to fall away from her breasts. "That was amazing."
Ryan snorted and took a drag off his cigarette, blowing the smoke in the woman's direction. "What the fuck are you still doing here?"
The woman's smile faltered. "Excuse me?"
Ryan grinned at her lewdly. "Look, Annie..."
The woman grabbed the sheet and clutched it to her chest. "My name is Amy..."
"What the fuck ever." Ryan took another drag off his cigarette. "I don't really care."
The woman's lip quivered. "I don't understand...you said..."
"I know what I said." Ryan crushed his cigarette out in the ashtray. "You were a dumb enough bitch to believe it. Now get dressed and get the fuck out of my apartment, you fucking slut."
"You bastard!" The woman staggered to her feet, the sheet still wrapped around her. "You brought me here..."
Ryan laughed, cutting her off. "Oh, like I put a fucking gun to your head, you stupid bitch. You were the one begging me for it like a whore." He gestured to her discarded clothing that littered the bedroom. "Now get your shit and get out."
"Fucking asshole..." A tear slid out of the woman's eye as she darted around gathering her things. "You think you can just use people and then throw them away..."
"I'm Ryan Cavanaugh. I can do whatever I want." Ryan lit another cigarette as he watched the woman storm out of the room cursing as she went. He listened to the front door open and slam shut. His mind now clear from his recent bout of sex, he could now focus his attention on the woman he was really interested in.
He picked up the bedside phone and dialed. After three rings a gruff voice answered on the other end. Ryan smiled. "Hey, Eddie. It's Cavanaugh. Listen, you interested in making some cash?"
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Autobot Base
Revecca held her breath as she finished her story. Her throat felt raw and her hand cramped from writing. She had told Ironhide everything. She had divulged every single detail, from the first time she had ever laid eyes on Ryan until that fateful night they had met each other. She waited for him to say something, anything to let her know that he was still there...that he still cared.
"I'm proud of ya."
Revecca jumped as the sound of the mech's voice echoed through the room. She looked up at him, eyes wide. "What?"
"I said I'm proud of ya." A lopsided grin was forming on 'Hide's face. "It takes a lot of guts to walk away from somethin' like that. It takes even more guts to do what your doin' now. You should be proud of yourself."
"You...you don't..." Rev looked at him a bit confused. "You're not..."
"I've already told ya." Ironhide extended his hand to the woman in an invitation to sit. Once she was settled, he stood and cradled her to his chest. "I love ya and nothin's gonna change that."
"What if..." Revecca swallowed hard. She hated thinking about 'what ifs'. "What if things don't work out? What if the DA decides to press charges anyway? What if I go to prison?"
"They will." Ironhide looked down at his human. "The only place your goin' is with me back to my quarters to get some rest. If anyone has a problem with that they're gonna have to go through me first."
Revecca nodded and settled against him to bask in the safety and security he offered. She wanted so badly to believe what he said. She couldn't shake the queasy feeling in her gut, however, that told her something very different. It was like something dark lurked on the horizon that she couldn't quite see. She only hoped Ironhide would be standing there with her when she was finally close enough to make out what it was.
End of Chapter 5
Sorry for the short chapter. The next one is gonna be much more involved, I think. I'm saving my creativity up for that, lol.
I hate Ryan. I truly, truly do. I wish I could just poof him out of existence but unfortunately I need him for this story. Anyway, I hope that was at least mildly entertaining. My muse for this story has seeminly took a vacation (that's why it took so long to update). Therefore, I am looking for some ideas for this story so if anyone has any they can feel free to drop me a line. I take all suggestions into consideration. Till next time!
VQ