(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Anwen, Liam and any other OC I've mentioned at some point or another.)
(Authors Note: Hello my dearest and devoted readers, fellow writers, fangirls, fanboys, and Transformers fans of every faction, genera, country, religion, sexual preference, color, and age! I hope you all are still enjoying this story so far because I've still got a few chapter ideas up my sleeve. Now, first of all, I would like to formally apologize for the increased delay in uploading this latest chapter. As I've mentioned previously, I've been rather busy lately and right now, with the holidays settling in/swiftly approaching, I'm even more distracted. For one, my birthday was the other day, so I was busy celebrating with friends and family. Second, I recently found out that my sister and brother-in-law are expecting another baby (this'll make it their second child), so I've been rather excited about that. Plus, with them now living closer to my location, I'll be spending more time with them and preparing for their new bundle, as well as visiting with my niece. Third, my best friend for more than fifteen years recently moved back to town with her husband and kids, so I've been catching back up with them as I haven't seen them all in two years. While I absolutely love writing and creating new chapters for all of you, please keep in mind that I have a job and a life outside of fanfiction, so while I'm still writing and editing in my designated 'creative time', I'm spending a lot of my free time visiting with loved ones and making up for lost time. So, with all that being said, I humbly ask you all to please be mindful when it comes to the delays in my updates. I have not forgotten this story, nor do I plan to leave you all in the dark...that's just rude. Also, on a side note, comments are always welcomed (no hate, please) as I tend to draw inspiration from them. Plus, the lift my spirits and assure me that you all are still reading (for some reason, the traffic graph on this site isn't working, so I haven't seen an increase in views in over two months. That's not good for morale and is rather depressing :(). Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter and as always, stay safe, stay sane, stay hydrated, and stay awesome!)
"English/French"
'Mental thoughts'
"Flashbacks"
'Sarcasm' (or emphasis)
{Cybertronian}
::Sparkbonds::
:Speaker talk:
::Comm. Link::
*:Phone calls:*
Notes (English/Common/French, ect.)
{Cybertronian Notes}
Chapter 57
"So, you say that you woke up at 0210 this morning because Kenobi was growling and, from what I understand, he doesn't unless he senses danger or he feels that you're being threatened?"
"Oui, that is correct. When I heard him growling and saw him staring at the door, I knew something was amiss, so I got out of bed and exited my room with him following beside me. When I stepped into the living area, he immediately began growling and staring at the front door, so I knew someone had to be outside. Of course, knowing that he never growls unless he senses a threat, I immediately knew that it wasn't Maggie or Liam outside my unit. And even if it was, they would have called me first or made their presence known."
*sigh* "Anyways, I wanted to see who it was, so I silently approached the door and peered through the peephole, only to discover that it was LCpl Ozron! I don't know how he found out what floor I lived on, or if it was just a mere coincidence that he just so happened to be on my level at that time. Maybe he had been wandering around the halls of each level hoping he'd catch me off guard. From what it looked like, he didn't seem to know what unit I lived in as he was wandering through the hallway."
"Well, your assumption is correct. The security footage I obtained earlier shows LCpl Ozron entering the building at 0106 and wandering through the lobby before making his way into the elevator. From there, he rode it to the top floor, which he then proceeded to wander through the hallway for the next twenty minutes before moving down to the next level and repeating the process."
"That...That's disturbing," she shuddered before a wave of anxiety fell upon her as she suddenly realized just how much danger she had been in. Yes, having been stalked/followed from the pool and over to the petrol station was dangerous/frightening enough, but having said stalker wandering outside her home in the late hours of the night?! That was a new level of fear that plagued her mind. What if Kenobi hadn't sensed his presence and alerted her? What if he somehow figured out which apartment she lived in and had broken in? What if he murdered her in her sleep? What if he sexually assaulted her?
Anwen felt her legs starting to tremble as she broke out into a cold/anxiety-induced sweat. She felt absolutely sick to her stomach and internally fought to keep her breakfast down.
Sensing her discomfort, Prowl sent Ratchet a private message, asking him to stop by his office and examine the young ginger. "I think you should take the rest of the day off, Miss Bleu. The stress of last night and yesterday's events are clearly affecting your well-being."
Shaking her head, she frowned at the SIC, "No, I'll be alright. I need to stay busy and keep my mind distracted..." Anwen suddenly felt bile and breakfast creeping up her throat, to which she covered her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from projectile vomiting.
Seeing this, the Praxion immediately retrieved the nearby (human-sized) wastebasket and handed it to her, which she graciously took and purged into it. "See? You're clearly not well. Ratchet's on his way to examine you and I just sent an email to your supervisor, requesting that you take the rest of the week off from work."
Emitting a groan of discomfort, Anwen tearfully glanced up at the SIC before the door opened to reveal the Autobot CMO: "Prowl informed me that you weren't looking too good, but I wasn't expecting this," he noted as he transformed and activated his holoform before approaching the young ginger. Offering his hand, he helped her into the back of his alternate form, to which he began examining her as she kept a hold of the wastebasket in case she needed to purge again.
Scanning her smaller frame, Ratchet found that her temperature was a tad lower than usual (she normally ran 36 degrees celsius/ 97 fahrenheit), but nothing else out of the ordinary. "Well, it would seem your current illness is indeed stress-related, likely caused by this whole stalker scenario and the fact that you're worried about your sparkmates'," he added with a knowing/sympathetic look. "I'm going to take you back to the Med Bay for monitoring. Prowl will have Kenobi brought over to you and I've already notified your brother and Miss Madsen of the situation."
"..Merci," she whimpered before a comforting warmth settled over her frame as Ratchet placed a thermal blanket over her shoulders as a means to regulate her body temperature. He was concerned that the current stress she was experiencing due to last night and this morning's events would send her into an emotional state of shock, which was another reason why he wanted to take her back to the Med Bay for monitoring.
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"So, how long are you guys planning on having me stay here? Not that I mind, but I'm just curious," Anwen asked Moonracer as she gently hooked her up to an I.V. as a means to replenish her fluids.
With a motherly smile, the femme answered, "We want you to at least stay overnight as a precaution since you're experiencing some mental shock from this whole stalker situation. Ratchet also informed me that you got physically sick while Prowl was recording your statement on last night's incident."
She nodded and emitted a sigh as a frown lined her freckled face, "I also got sick on the way over here, but thankfully, he provided me with a vomit bag as a precaution."
"And that's another reason to keep you here overnight," she replied while gently covering her with a secondary blanket. "Now, with that being said, you should try to rest for a little while. Knowing how things went down last night, I imagine you didn't get much recharge."
With a frown, Anwen shook her head, "..No. I was too scared to sleep. Even though Prowl assured me that my stalker had been arrested and sent to the brig, I didn't feel comfortable enough in my own home to sleep. I felt like I needed to keep my guard up for the rest of the night, so I fixed myself some tea and stayed up loom knitting for the rest of the night until I had to get ready for work this morning."
Placing a hand on her shoulder, the femme gave her a kind/sympathetic look, "You're safe now, Anwen. That man can't get to you from inside the brig, and Prowl has assured me that Optimus Prime and Lennox will see that his actions don't go unpunished."
"I'm glad to hear it."
With a nod, Moonracer lovingly smoothed the top of her curly red hair, which calmed the young ginger and gave her some much-needed comfort. For a moment, it was like having her Mother back.
Fighting back the urge to cry, Anwen merely settled down into the hospital bed and closed her eyes in hopes of falling asleep. While she wanted to reach out to her mates' and inform them of her current situation and overall experience, she didn't want them to worry and potentially jeopardize their mission. If they somehow lost their focus and started to fret over her well-being instead of their current objectives, their own safety and the safety of their teammates could be at risk.
No!
As much as she wanted to open up to them and vent about the crazy shit that's been happening to her, she refused to distract them and put their lives at risk. That being said, she was careful not to let any negative emotions leak through their bond as they would raise concerns and question her about her current security and stability.
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-Meanwhile-
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were currently recharging in the semi-adequate 'comfort' of the garage they were given as lodging during their stay at the outpost base they had been stationed at. While it wasn't the most ideal place to catch a few groons of rest, they've certainly fared worse, so they're weren't going to complain. While they slept, they felt a warm tugging sensation within their sparks, idicating that Anwen was thinking about them. Of course, in response, they sent her loving vibes through their shared sparkbond, which were warmly reciprocated.
::Hey, I hope I'm not bothering you two.::
::No, Ani, you're not bothering us. We're glad to hear from you.::
::Same here. Diego Garcia is rather boring without you guys to liven it up. That, and my bed is rather empty without you both beside me.::
::We know the feeling, sparklight. Our accommodations are quite bare without your presence.::
::I bet.:: A naughty thought crossed Anwen's mind as she then asked, ::Tell me, when you both come back, what would you like to do first?::
::Well, I'd personally like to go down and show you just how deep my glossa can reach,:: there was a faint, lustful growl on his end of the bond, causing her to emit a wave of pleasure before his brother added:
::And I wouldn't mind taking you on another joy ride and increasing our mileage. Perhaps we can find a secluded spot so you can also check my engine.::
::Mmm, I like those options.::
::So do we, sparklight.::
(Another Authros Note: Hello again, dear readers/fellow writers! I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter as I enjoyed writing it and presenting it to all of you. I just wanted to let you all know that with the holidays coming up, I'll be busy tending to the preparations and visiting with family; however, I will try (emphasis on 'try') to post another chapter before the New Year. I can't guarantee it'll happen, but please note that I will update as soon as I am able to. Thank you all for your patience and understanding :) Happy Holidays!)