Wow! I already have such great reviews! Thanks you guys. There was also some questions and I'll answer those now to get them out of the way and avoid confusion.
KeepingThemAtBay: It's pronounced Ee-van-ga-leen-a. It's a little confusing, but it's a really pretty name. And here nickname (before any one else is confused) is pronounce E-va. Like from Wall-e.
Also, I just want to make a quick point before this question is even brought up. Eva is around her early thirties.
Disclaimer: I do not own the transformers. I do own my OCs.
Chapter One: The Chance I've Been Waiting For
**Six Months Later**
"Mommy! Wake up!"
A little weight jumped up and down on my stomach, causing me to give out a soft groan. But it was a playful one. Opening one eye, I looked at my now adopted son. He blue eyes once filled with sorrow were now lively and happy. His formally dirtied skin clean and soft while his ragged hair cut now was short and cute. And now that all that was gone, he no longered looked like the seven year old I found. Instead he looked like the five year old he really was.
"Eric. Let mommy sleep just a little longer."
Closing my eye again, I turned over and tried to bury my head in my pillows. But obviously the little seven year old had other ideas. He wriggled into my arms, causing both my chocolate brown eyes to open and give him a confused look.
"Mommy can't go to sleep now. She needs to got to work!"
Shaking my head, I smiled softly.
"It sounds like you're trying to get rid of me."
I raised an eye brow, but he just giggled and nuzzled his head against mine.
"I don't want to get rid of mommy. I just want to see Uncle Marcus!"
That made me laugh. I swear my son loved my brother more than me some days. Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him close to me and sat up.
"Okay. Just let me shower and get dressed. Then I'll drop you off at Uncle Marcus' house."
He nodded excitedly and gave me a quick hug before jumping up and running to his own room and changing. For a minute, I just sat in my bed and smiled. Six months had passed since that day with those aliens. And the government denied anything that happened, covering it up as a terrorist attack. But both Eric and I knew better. I found out he had seen hos parents die at the hands of those evil robots. And I could never forget the one that saved me. Even now, I could still clearly see the neon yellow and white armor of his and his bright blue eyes. The way he spoke worriedly to me, but yelled, anger lacing his every word, at the one at the one who chased me.
But a lot had changed from then. I had adopted Eric as my son, seeing as at first he would never leave my side. But eventually, he got more comfortable with people. And that was a relief for me. My older brother ended up taking him during the day while I attended the last couple months of my schooling. For the past ten years I had been going to school to become a medic. My mom always was trying to get me to diverge from that path and become a regular doctor. And it almost worked. But after I saw all those people die six months ago, it finalized my decision to become a medic for the army. If there was any way I could make a difference and save the lives of people who had no one on the scene, I'd take it. Now I only had two problems. I've been out of university for three months and still didn't have a job. And when I got one, what would I do with Eric. I couldn't just leave him by himself, but there was no way I was letting some one else adopt him.
Sighing, I ran my fingers through my strawberry blonde hair and pushed all those thoughts out of my mind. Now was not the time to be thinking about that. I had to focus on getting ready for work so I could pay for food for Eric and I. Getting up, I grabbed a couple towels and went to the bathroom. Turning on the water, I let it warm up as I striped. Once it was warm enough I jumped in and immediately relaxed. All the muscles that seemed to tense up often now a days loosened and I slowly started to massage my honey scented shampoo into my scalp. It was rinsed out and soon followed by similar scented conditioner and body wash.
Once I was done and smelled so sweet I was bound to attract bees, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the soft towel around my waste, I dried myself and grabbed a blow dryer. Using the device, I dried my hair before pulling it back into the usual pony tail I wore to work. Holding the towel tighter, I went to my room and pulled out a pair of white under wear and a bra as well as my uniform. The once tattered black dress pants and white button up t-shirt were now fairly new and clean. Slipping them on, I grabbed a pair of socks and of black sneakers before walking out of my bed room and down the hall to the kitchen.
Eric was dressed, wearing a pair of jeans, a brown t-shirt with the picture of a red guitar on it and some blue sneakers.
"Mommy, can I have cereal?"
Nodding, I ruffled his hair as I grabbed a bowl for him, pouring in some milk and Rice Crispies, as well as a Kellog's breakfast sandwich for myself. Throwing that in the microwave, I handed Eric the bowl and a spoon before sitting down across him. We ate breakfast in a comfortable silence, and once we were done I grabbed the keys for my bike and walked out the door of my apartment.
Going down a couple levels, we stopped at the door of an apartment Eric had become very familiar. When I knocked on the off white colored door, I opened to reveal a man in his mid thirties. He had dark brown hair the was cut neatly, but still seemed to fall in front of his chocolate brown eyes. He was significantly taller than me -but I was short to begin with- and had a kind face that at the moment held a smile.
"Uncle Marcus!"
Marcus laughed and ruffled the little boys hair.
"Hey buddy. Hows a going? Annie's inside. Why don't you go play with her."
As my son ran inside to go see my niece, I smiled at my older brother. Even though we looked so different from a distance, if you looked closely you could see the obvious resemblance be tween us. We both had our dad's kind eyes and our Mom's smile. Marc had her hair to, as well as Dad's hieght. I got Dad's hair, Mom's height and some of her looks.
"Hey little sis."
He grinned. Even though we were both adults, we still acted like little children at times. He never did really ever stop calling me that. Rolling my eyes, I gave a little smile.
"Hey big bro. Thanks again for watching Eric."
He just shook his head and held his hand up to stop me.
"It's no problem. I love my nephew. Besides, Annie would go crazy with out him here."
Smirking, I nodded. The little red headed girl always did seem to be very attached to my son.
"Either way. Thank you. And I'll come by when I get home to pick him up."
My brother nodded, giving me a brief hug and let me go off. Dashing down a few flights of stairs, I made my way to the parkade and my motor bike. I usually drove that around town when I was by my self. When Eric was with me though, we would walk or borrow my brother's car. I didn't really like owning one my self because I always managed to break them when I was a teenager.
Hoping on, I pulled my helmet over my head and sighed. Well, time for yet another day.
**Few Hours Later**
I handed Alex the order I just got when Sam tapped my shoulder.
"Table five has some ladies ready to order."
Nodding, I tightened my pony tail, feeling it slowly loosening it's self, and walked out into the serving area. Most of the tables were full, which was surprising because not many people come here for lunch. But the business was good, so I tried not to complain.
Walking over to table five, I saw and elderly couple that regularly came here.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Greyson."
A pleasant smile found it's way onto their faces as the saw me. And in turn, this made me grin. There was just something about older people smiling at me that made me smile too.
"Hello Evangelina! How are you doing?"
Mr. Greyson asked.
"I'm doing fine. How about your selves?"
Mrs. Greyson answered that question.
"Wonderful actually! George just retired last week."
She gestured to Mr. Greyson. My eyes widened in slight surprise.
"No longer working the mail room?"
He chuckled and shook his head.
"No. Not a single letter will be in my future except if I receive them."
We all laughed lightly and I took their orders. Turning around, I was just about to leave when Mrs. Greyson stopped me.
"Oh, that reminds me. Evangelinga, I am so glad you decided not to be a medic. I don't think any one of us could handle the thought of you dying in war."
I froze slightly and turned to face them, confused.
"What do you mean Mrs. Greyson? I'm still trying to get in the army. I sent out a resume about a month and a half ago, and I'm still waiting for a response."
Mr. Greyson suddenly held a confused look as well.
"I don't think you'll be getting one my dear."
When I didn't answer, he continued.
"About a month and a half ago, the time you said you sent the letter out, your mother came by. She asked if I still had the letter and when I told her I did, she asked for it. Saying that you changed your mind and were going to be a regular doctor."
My mouth hung open slightly. At seeing me look, both Mr. and Mrs. Greyson gave me apologetic looks.
"Oh, sweet heart. We didn't know."
Sighing, trying to hide my sudden raise on anger, I reassured them.
"It's not your fault. I'll be back soon with your meals."
Turning around, I walked towards the kitchen and my anger slowly seeped onto my face. Sam seemed to notice and raised an eye brow at me. When I shook my head she sighed and walked up to me.
"Are you okay?"
Sighing yet again, I nodded. I didn't really want her to worry.
"Just fine. Any other table you need me to attend too?"
She shook her head, but pointed one with two men at it. One of them was black, bald and seemed kind. Even with him sitting, I could tell he was tall. He laughed at his friend and I was able to see a set of pearly white teeth. His friend, was Caucasian with brown spiky hair. He seemed just a little bit short then the other guy. Both wore jeans and a t-shirt, but the brown haired one wore a leather jacket. Both of them were extremely attractive, but not my type.
"Those two men need their drinks ordered."
Nodding, I quickly went into the kitchen, hanging up the order and tried to calm myself. Alex notice and walked over to me.
"Are you all right? And don't give me the answer you gave Sam."
Rolling my eyes, I pushed his arm lightly but told him the truth.
"I found out my mom sabotaged me."
He raised an eye brow and looked at me confused but I waved it off, turning around.
"I'll tell you later. Right now I have to attend to some costumers."
He nodded and pointed a finger at me.
"I'll hold you to it."
That made me smile and give a slight laugh.
"Figure."
Walking back out into the restaurant, I pulled out my note pad and walked up to the table. The smile caused by Alex stayed on my face, and I was glad.
"Hi, I'm Eva and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with a drink?"
The black guy gave me a smile and glanced down at his menu.
"A coffee would be great."
Nodding, I looked at the brown haired man and he glanced down as well.
"Same for me."
Giving another nod, I wrote that down and smiled.
"I'll be right back with those."
It didn't take to long to get their drinks. And soon enough I had gotten their meals as well.
For the next half hour, I rushed around getting orders. Before I knew it, my shift was almost over. What was strange though, was that the two men I served earlier hadn't left yet. They'd finished eating a little while ago, but still sat there drinking coffee. Looking over at Sam, she gave me a look and I nodded.
Those two could stay drink the rest of the coffee, but I needed them to pay the bill before I could leave. Grabbing the little paper and the debt machine, I walked up to the table. As I got closer, I noticed the two were in a heated discussion.
"Come one Lennox. Big bot said we should try and find some one to be our one medic."
The black guy insisted.
"I know, but-"
The brown haired guy stopped when he saw me walking up.
"Sorry to interrupt,"
I apologized.
"But my shifts ending and I kinda need you to pay your bill before I can leave."
The sheepish smile a gave them, caused the black guy to laugh and smirk.
"No problem. I'll take that."
I handed him the bill and debt machine, catching a quick glance he sent at his friend. The two stared at each other for a couple seconds before the brown haired one sighed and turned to face me.
"I know it's not my place, but earlier I over heard you talking that older couple. You want to be medic?"
Not even meaning to, I paled but nodded.
"Yes?"
"Have you gone to medical school?"
Nodding again, I gave him a slightly confused look.
"Yes. I've gone for about 12 years so I could train to be a combat medic and a civilian medic. I graduated three months ago and am still trying to get a job. Why?"
He ignored my question and gestured to my note pad.
"May I see that?"
Nodding, I gave it to him but still was confused. He jotted down a couple things while his black friend handed me back my part of the bill and the debt machine.
"Here."
He handed me back my note pad and I noticed it had writing on it. An address, note and name. Looking back up, I gave him a confused look. He smiled a little and explained.
"I'm Colonel William Lennox and this is Sergent Robert Epps. We work for a special ops military force and our current medic is a little... Over worked?"
He glanced at Epps who nodded, giving a slight smirk. I raised my eye brow, but continued to listen.
"Either way, he needs some one to help take the work load with him and all our medics are assigned to different teams. If you come by that address tomorrow and show that note, I think I can get you an interview with our director."
My jaw dropped in sheer surprise. A military officer was flat out offering me a chance at a job? Quickly blinking, I responded with a slight grin.
"Really?"
Epps laughed and nodded.
"Yeah."
"We just need your name for a back ground check."
Nodding, I wrote down my name as well as my number if the needed to contact me.
"Here. Thank you so much."
They both laughed, but nodded.
"No problem. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."
Lennox stood up and shook my hand, then Epps did the same before they left. Staring at the note dumbfound, I walked almost robotic back into the kitchen, smiling like an idiot. Alex and Sam both noticed my goofy looked and raised their eye brows.
"I've seen that look before..."
Sam started.
"And it usually is associated with people winning the lottery."
Alex finished. I just shook my head and slipped the not into my pocket.
"No. I just got a job interview."
**At the NEST base**
Directer Mearing stared at Colonel Lennox and Epps, clearly not impressed.
"You did what?"
Lennox internally winced. He knew giving Evangelina that info wasn't the safest or smartest thing that he'd done, but none of the soldiers could take getting check ups from the Autobot medic any longer. They needed some one human who could help, some one who could go on missions with them instead if having no one while Ratchet stayed at base to deal with every one else. And as he told her, all their other medics were assigned to teams.
"Look, we need a human medic. Not Doc Bot."
Epps stated flat out like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yes, but giving a civilian top secert information was not your call."
Mearing glared at him, and he glared right back. It was no mystery that most of the soldiers and the Autobots hated the National Intelligence Directer. Sighing, Lennox stepped in before his friend did something rash.
"We know, but ever one that we've tried ends up getting turned down by Ratchet after a month. And they've all worked in the medical field before. Maybe if we try some one right out of school we'll get better results."
Mearing narrowed her eyes, but contemplated the idea. The yellow and white medic was very picky when it came to human medics helping him. Since he always thought they were unprepared he'd insisted on teaching them about Cybertronian anatomy and medical procedures so they could help the Autobots as well. And everyone they tried to get to work with him was sent back after a month because they either didn't pay attention, thought they knew everything or Ratchet just plan out hated them.
She sighed. Maybe Lennox was right. Maybe having some one still stuck in learning mode would make things easier.
"Fine. I will meet her. Make sure you get that back ground check done before then."
She gave a pointed look before turning and walking off. When she was far enough away, Epps gave a triumphant look. Lennox, how ever, was slightly worried. 'Let's hope Eva can deal with her.'