Hello everyone, ready for chapter 5 I presume? Of course you are :D Parkers in for it this chapter, things will finally slow down a bit, I think it's time we give our heroine a bit of a break huh? :)I'm still excited about how Parker and Sam will meet, hahahah I'm just rolling at the thought of it.

To be honest I didn't even think about adding two other characters to help Parker when she got hurt, but then it just hit me when I was typing and I decided to roll with it, I hope everyone likes them, I thought they might be able to help Parker slow down a bit and just reflect. Anyway, tell me if you guys like the 2 new characters. :)

Also, everyone, I am terrible sorry for not updating in MONTHS. Um, a lot of things have happened but I am trying to look at the bright side and continue with the story! Again, please forgive me ;) here's Chapter:5. Finally huh!?

I do NOT own Transformers or Halo! The only thing I own are my own characters!

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Ch. 5: Safe At Last

Aiden Michael was a protective father.

Actually that was a huge understatement. He was extremely protective of his little girl, his Jamie. Especially since the loss of his beloved wife, Cleo Michael. When Aiden met Cleo they we're both students, going to different colleges, into completely different careers. He was-at the time-training to become a Nurse Practitioner, she was studying to become an Artist. He had passed by an art exhibition late one night on his way from a part time job, most people had left and she was looking back over her own work that was proudly displayed on the wall. He had stopped and stared through the glass windows that night, admiring her and her beautiful work. She had wavy raven black hair, and mesmerizing green eyes. Eyes that he would never forget.

He had never really believed in love at first sight, until then.

He immediately decided he wanted to get to know her, and it started from there. She seemed as much in love with him as he was with her, even if it did take her a little bit longer to figure it out. What soon started as dating turned into marriage, and then a child. By then, things we're going great, she was an medium successful artist and he was finally a nurse practitioner with a stable job, they had a beautiful baby girl, and everything was just…..perfect.

Until that day, when the accident happened.

He was at home with Jamie, it was his day off and they decided to stay home and watch movies together on the cold storming night. Cleo was on her way home from meeting with an art studio owner, she had called her husband while on the road and told him how it went, unable to conceal the excitement of having to wait and tell him when she got home. When they finished talking, they exchanged the ' I love you's' and hung up. Little did Aiden know, that, that would be the last time his little girl and he would ever talk to her again.

The way he found out the truth was even harder to deal with. He had gotten worried after his wife had not shown up, pacing back and forth in the kitchen, but keeping quiet so as to not worry the seven year old Jamie. He turned on the news to hear about the weather, the traffic, anything to quell the storming thoughts in his head, but that's when he heard it. He can still recall the spokesmen's voice that day.

"-n semi-truck's wheels could not handle the frozen ice and slid on the freeway tipping to its side and rolling repeatedly down the middle of the road, crashing many vehicles in its path. The first car hit was a Toyota Prius V, knocking the little family car into a frightening roll and down a steep hill. The Prius came to a stop on its side laying against a tree. It's unclear who was in it, or what condition they are in, but medics, are on the way. The next car to get hit was just as badly da-"

That was the worst day of his life, the day the love of his life was killed and he was forced to raise Jamie, alone. After everything was said and done, Aiden packed up his things and he and Jamie now lived in a small quiet town. He developed a smoking habit, but at least that's all he had developed, and he knew Jamie didn't like it.

He heard the front door close shut and immediately tensed, Jamie was a good girl and always listen to him, so when he told her to go to bed why would she go outside? Unless…. there was someone who came in that wasn't Jamie. He ran to the window to look outside to see if it really was just Jamie, but was unprepared for the sight that greeted him. There was Jamie, standing next to this injured figure, collapsed near the front porch.

He ran full speed to the door, as fear sunk its jagged teeth into his already worn and tired heart. Yanking the door open, he jumped all four of the white chipped porch steps.

"Jamie! Jamie, get away from that thing!" He pulled back on her small shoulders and pushed her to stand behind him protectively.

Jamie grasped his pants leg and whimpered, burring her face into the crook of his leg, frightened at the way her father was suddenly acting. Aiden turned to assess the injured figure in front of them, as it was looking straight at them. It was definitely human, looked male, was big too. He was also wearing a kind of armor he had never before in his life seen. I wonder what he wants, but he hasn't made a move yet. Where in the hell did he possibly get an injury like that? Though the big question Aiden kept asking himself was: Should I even consider helping him?

He stood there, staring down at the injured figure, as the tense silence became thinner and thinner as he struggled to come to a decision.

Then, in the tense atmosphere, a deep raspy male voice filled with pain, called out two simple pleaded words.

"Help me."

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Well, there were two words she'd never thought she'd use together, but even she knew at this point that she wouldn't make it out of this without a little help. With only her right arm supporting the upper half of her body and her knees taking care of the rest of her weight, her left arm was still applying pressure to her right side in a fruitless attempt to stop the bleeding, the red puddle of blood beneath her was slowly getting bigger as time ticked on.

She looked at the man who she naturally assumed was the little girls- Jamie's- father. He had on a black wife beaters shirt that was oversized and hung past the waist band on his gray baggy slacks. He also had on dark rimmed Clark Kent glasses that seemed to go well with his dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and 5'O clock shadow he had.

In the silence they stared at each other with baited breaths, deciding on what could possibly happen next.

As she assets him, she notices something flashes in his dark chocolate orbs, and then she knew that he had come to a decision. She stills herself as emotionally and as physically as she can as she expects the worst, but most likely outcome of this situation.

The silence is broken when he turns and gently tugs his daughter out from behind his leg, and crouches down to her eye level.

"Jamie, I want you to run in the house and fill up a medium sized bowl full of warm water and bring it to the kitchen, can you do that for daddy?" He asks slowly with a warm smile, a little shaky in his movements.

She nodded enthusiastically, a determined feature set on her face, her light brown wavy hair swishing in the movement. She takes off as fast as she can, her little feet thumping against the wood as she ran in the house leaving the two adults behind.

Well….. that was certainly not what she had been expecting.

She turns to look at the man, in surprised awe to see him already by her side gently helping her get to her unsteady feet. He glances at her for a second, hesitating, seeing how big she really is before grabbing her shoulder so she can rest some of her weight on him as he leads her up the stairs, in the house and into the kitchen.

She really couldn't rest a lot of her weight on him to start with, being…..well, a Spartan and all, so she mostly had to just dig deep and find the remnants of her strength.

When they reached the kitchen, he pulled out a chair for her before leaving the kitchen and making a left turn down the hall way. She ungracefully plumped down in the chair, relaxing as she did so. The little family kitchen was nice, it had simple colors and was easy on the eyes, but it kind of felt a little off, like it was empty. She was safe though, and that's all that mattered, if only for a little while anyway.

She could hear him fumbling for something in a closet down the hall, before he came back in with some tan cotton towels hung around his arms, and a first aid kit. He sat them on the kitchen table in front of her before taking the bowl of water from the little girl who had just returned from somewhere within the house.

"Thanks Jamie, you've helped me a lot tonight, but it's time for bed." He said in a hushed whispered with a smile. Jamie looked as if she wanted to protest but seeing the look her father gave her she quickly closed her mouth.

"Um' Kay, good night daddy." She said giving the man a hug and leaving the kitchen, taking hurried out-of-rhythm steps up the stairs.

"And Jamie, no listening in from the balcony! Go straight to bed young lady!" He yelled while trifling through the first aid kit.

A sigh was heard from upstairs.

"Yes daddy."

The little pitter patter of a child's feet drifted away as it became quiet once again. The silence was still tense but became relaxed in a certain way. She wondered if it was because of the child before dismissing the idea, favoring to observe what was happening in front of her.

The first aid kit looked very old, when he opened it, it was nothing like what the UNSC used, she wondered why it looked so out of date.

Big male hands came into view of her helmet, and her eyes widened on the realization of what he was planning to do. Reacting on instinct, her hands came up fast to grasp both of his wrists, giving a small squeezing in warning.

He became stiff at the sudden contact, but remained calm as he spoke.

"I can't help you if you won't let me. I can't get to your wound if you don't remove your armor from the helmet down to the waist."

He waited for a response or an acknowledgement but when he was greeted with silence he began to squirm in his chair and his eyes glanced and from spot to spot in the kitchen, as if to find a possible weapon should the need arise.

"Parker." She rasped out before releasing his hands and beginning to undo the latches from her helmet.

"…..Huh? Oh…uh, Aiden." He breathed out, surprise shown on his features. He rubbed his wrists to spread blood flow back into them, while his eyes sharpened on where hers would be as she began to undo the fourth latch, the final click sounding out.

He held his breath as she raised her helmet off and set it down on the kitchen table.

"…Your female? Bu-but your voice sounde-"

"Male? Yeah, I'll explain everything later, but if you could wait for a few minutes while I take my gear off….?" The sentence hanged.

"Ah! I'm sorry, go ahead." He hastily replied, trying to stop his starring.

Parker quickly dispatched her armor in record timing, setting the heavy equipment down on the tiled floor gently, almost lovingly. She sighed as the weight was finally removed off her chest and injury. She wore a black wife beater with the words 'UNSC' in bold white with the white logo of an eagle underneath, along with a pair of tan army pants. Blood dripped through the jagged gashes in the shirt and onto the clean floor. She winced and closed her eyes, fighting another wave of nausea as she was once again reminded of the blood loss.

"Damn! Must have been some hell of a firefight, did you get in close combat with someone or fall on something?"

She averted her eyes to ground, what was she suppose to say? Fighting organic aliens was one thing, but giant machines that she had never seen nor heard of before was a whole other story. He would think that she'd have hit her head, and probably call the local authorities on her ass. Instead she decided to dodge the question.

"Excuse me, do you have a CH or know one that's nearby in this area?"

He paused in his task of taking out the necessary medicines and bandages and gave her a confused look.

" What's a CH and why do you have to go to it so suddenly? Is it mandatory?"

She gave him a blank face as she tried to determine if this was his way of a joke, everyone knew what a CH was.

"….Communication's Hub."

"…..You mean phone, right?"

"Sure, if that's what you have."

"Well, you can use my phone later after I patch you up, ok?"

"Excuse me sir, this is a mandatory call that involves the UNSC and I nee-"

"Whatever the UNSC is, I'm sure that it can wait until after I'm done Ms. Parker."

"Hmph, you sound like a doctor."

He lifted her shirt up, clipping it out of the way with a pin, and began to dab with a Q-tip, getting the pieces of dirt and grit out and then once that was done blotted alcoholic swipes. Parker bit her bottom lip in an attempt not to hiss out at the worsening pain.

"Nurse actually, nurse practitioner. Your lucky you found a house as fast as you did, because there's not another one around here for miles, just farmland."

They fell into a comfortable silence as he worked on her, he had numbed her side so he could stich it up after he disinfected it and then wrapped it in gauze. Her vision started to get blurry with sleep as she listened to the quiet sounds of him working on her and cleaning up. She shook her head in an effortless way to elude the persistent thing called sleep.

"There, that should hold, just try to take it easy and not re-open it. I'll lend you some clothes and you can sleep in the guest bedroom." He said softly with a wary but small smile.

As he got up from his position on the chair and began to walk past her he was soon stopped with a gentle but firm grip on his arm. He looked down at her in vague confusion, brows crinkling together while she looked up at him gruffly with cold eyes.

"Not that I don't appreciate the help, but why do this? Why help someone you don't know when your not on the clock? You are letting an armed stranger stay in your home, when your little girl is in the next room."

It wasn't a warning, it was simply stating a fact. Reminding him of who he was helping; a complete stranger. She was giving him an opening that if he changed his mind about her staying that she would leave. He studied her for a moment before releasing a sigh and sitting down in his original place.

" Parker, I'm a nurse because I want to help people, where they come from doesn't matter. Whether they came from Peru to Africa to right next door, it's what I signed up for, and from what I can tell, didn't you? I mean, you obviously look military." He cocked his head to side as gave her a slightly questioning glance.

A nerve started ticking on the back of her skull, she was starting to get angry. Was he really just messing around with her? Her fuckin' ripped up shirt had the letters 'UNSC' written in bold white, there's no way that he could not know what the UNSC was, it was humanities whole government; political and military. Something was very wrong here. She leaned forward very slowly and put her elbows on her knees, steepling her hands together in front of her and giving him an emotionless face. Her eyes however told him a different story, her dark blue eyes gave a him a very dangerous look that seemed to say ' If your fucking with me….. I'm going to make you regret it.'.

"Ok, I don't know what drugs your on or what memory problems you might have, but if you don't drop the act I can help you remember real fast." She threatened slowly, watching as he gave her a shocked look, as if he had no idea why she would suddenly threaten him. Yeah, like he doesn't already know.

"Look, I honestly don't know what the 'UNSC' is but maybe you can tell me about it in the morning when you've gotten some sle-" Aiden didn't get to finish his irritated quip before he realized he was being held up against a wall.

Parker jumped up, regardless of her injury and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt ramming him up against the doorway of the kitchen, he struggled but surprisingly found that he couldn't get out of the hold she had. When he had looked in her eyes again, he felt fear for the second or third time that night. Not that he had a habit of being afraid of women but there was something about the eyes of this dark haired brunette. It's like her eyes held no emotion in them, it was the eyes of someone who had seen and experienced many things. Suddenly, Aiden new that he had gotten himself into a very dangerous position, and he had no idea how he had gotten there.

She bit the out the words very quietly. "I said to drop the act. I don't quite know what your game is but it will get you nowhere quick."

"Parker I honestly don't know what it is that your talking about with the UNSC and the CH." He truthfully didn't know what else to say to convince her and could only hope that she would believe him.

Parker stared into his eyes for a moment before releasing him, she didn't know how, but she could see that he was telling the truth. So, she sat back down and sighed, what she was about to ask was crazy but she had to be absolutely sure.

"What year is this?"

"….2012."

She slowly closed her eyes and rubbed both her hands over her face as she suddenly felt the immense weariness wash over her entire being.

"Do you have any alcohol?"

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Two hours, and many beers later and she had completely finished telling him everything. Everything, as in since the beginning; when the UNSC was founded, when she was abducted as a child to become a test subject as a last-ditch effort to fight off the insurrectionists, when their war with the aliens began, and so on. Of course she left out tiny details that would serve of no use to him, the fact that she had a brother was one of them, and then there was also the vision/dream that she is still trying to figure out. Aiden had been quiet the whole time, only asking questions here and there as she explained.

"So, you think that you might have traveled back in time somehow?"

"I'm…not exactly sure." She abashedly confessed, running a hand through her mess of a head. Ugh, I haven't really had the time to think this through, there's no-way he would believe me. If I was in his place, you could be damn sure that I'd have a hard time believing it too.

He didn't say anything after that, instead he got up from his chair and went to the trash can, throwing all the empty beer bottles they had drank away. He looked at her tiredly before motioning to follow with his hand as he walked past her and up the stairs. She wanted to give him a bewildered look, even if he couldn't see it, and taking the hint began to collect her scattered gear and soon followed him up the stairs.

He led her to a simple bedroom, the walls were a nice dark green color and the covers on the bed were a simple mix of light blues and browns. On each side of the bed were nightstands, each with a lamp, there was also a drawer on the left side of the room with a mirror above attached. The only other thing in the room was a closed closet which he left her in the middle of the room to go to.

"Well, there's some oversized T-shirts and baggy slacks that you can borrow, just put your dirty clothes in the basket by the closet and I'll wash them tomorrow." He said putting said clothes on the bed and walking back over to close the closet.

He stood there for a moment before he finally turned to look at her and what he said surprised her for the millionth time tonight.

"Look, I don't know if it's the beer finally making its way to my head but I think I may actually believe you." He sighed tiredly before walking very slowly to her. "I'll let you stay for as long as you need to but let's get one thing straight, super-solider or not, if you so much as dare think about hurting my little girl I'll make you regret it." He snarled quietly into her face.

She gave him a surprised glance but quickly set it back into its stony façade.

"Hn, seems I misjudged you, you do have a backbone. About your little girl, you have my word, nothing will hurt her as long as I'm here." She told him as an unidentifiable emotion flittered across her face.

He visibly relaxed and gave her a curt nod, walking to his room to retire for the night, just before he closed the door though she called out.

"Thanks."

The door froze for a second before closing, and taking the last shred of light with it.

Once Parker had changed clothes, she laid in the middle of the bed staring at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.

What the hell am I DOING here? I should be with my men. I wonder if they're alright. Her gaze turned sad as she thought about them. She quickly blinked her eyes and shook her head, trying to think of something else, anything else, but was failing to do so.

Ok, well sitting here worrying about them isn't going to solve anything. She tried to think of anything that would give her a start as to finding a way home. Well, I know my first step is trying to find the one called Optimus Prime and to tell him that the Primes have sent me. I wonder if he is going to be anything like the other Primes. Damn, I have no clue where to even begin to find him, how am I going to get past that?

She yawned and crawled under the covers carefully, mindful of the fresh stiches and decided to put her worries to rest, too tired to care.

We'll find a way sis, we always do. She smiled as she remembered the familiar words of her older brother when they were kids, she couldn't remember his voice since it was so long ago but she tried to remember as much as she could. Like when they she tried to ride her bike and failed, he was right there by her side, he was always there for her when she needed him. She thinks it's because dad was always away on military missions, and because of that he naturally assumed the role of the man around the house, even if he was only a few years older than her. He had always been extremely protective of her. Her smile turned rueful.

Funny how now the roles were switched, even after she was taken, she requested regular updates of her brother. It's even funnier that the people who abducted her approved her request, and so, she watched over him as the years passed by, becoming his silent guardian. I would do anything for him. God I miss him so much it hurts, I wish I could talk to him, even if he didn't recognize me. That would be enough for me, just to hear his voice.

I'll find a way, I always do.

She sighed trying to turn off her thoughts. Turning off the light she got comfortable and before she knew it, she was in a dreamless sleep.

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Hey every one! I was going to go way farther with this but my Microsoft Word Starter only let me get this far but I Promise I'll continue this time lol. Man, I put so much thought into this that my brain is actually starting to hurt! I guess that's a sign to stop for a bit huh?

Anyway, please, everyone review and tell me what you thought about this chapter and if you have any opinions on or questions on anything or suggestion's please feel free to tell me!

-Blue