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Chaper Four is complete. ^o^
Prologue can be found in this entry: http://miss-paw-prints.livejournal.com/22882.html#cutid2
Chapter One: http://miss-paw-prints.livejournal.com/23391.html#cutid1
Chapter Two: http://miss-paw-prints.livejournal.com/25558.html#cutid1
Chapter Three: http://miss-paw-prints.livejournal.com/26387.html#cutid1
Chapter Four and notes under the cut. ^o^
Title: Survivalism
Chapter Four: The Meeting
Author: Mini-Bot
Series: Movieverse/AU
Rating/Warnings: M (implied slash, angst)
Barricade quickly and quietly approached the Autobot ship just in front of him. Only a transport ship, but what of the crew? Who were they?
Barricade scurried along the base of the ship, locating all points of entry. Was he really considering attempting to board the ship to see the crew it held? Well, how else was he suppose to get that kind of information? Waiting until they came out to greet him with their guns?
Barricade shut his optics and prayed to Primus that this mission succeeded, and he was back in Starscream’s presence with a full report of the Autobot’s ship and the crew within.
He found a small hatch on the underside of the ship. Carefully, he opened it, waiting for alarms to sound off. If they did so he was ready to pounce away from the ship and make a run for it.
Nothing.
Climbing in, he closed the hatch behind. If a night patrol came across that, he’d be in serious trouble. Not that he wasn’t in ever imminent serious trouble, already.
Inside, he found himself in a room full of parts and various instruments of repair laid about. It was a rather messy sight. This either meant scrap room or a very disorganized crew. He hoped the latter, because that would mean he could happily report to Starscream that the crew wasn’t a huge threat to them.
Raising up slowly, he peered around the room, scanning every minuscule detail.
He froze, swearing that he heard footsteps coming toward that room.
He lowered back down to the ground, and waited. Listened. Must have been his processor playing tricks on him, as all that was to be heard was dead silence.
Not the best for him, because he would have to be extra extra quiet to complete this operation. He was quite good at being quiet, yes, but one wrong move and he’s caught, then what?
That put his nerve center on edge.
He gulped, then slowly raised back up once more.
He looked at the hatch, his only escape route from the ship, if things turned sour. Was he willing to risk going too far away from that location for further infiltration? For the good of the last of the Decepticon race, yes.
Hesitantly, he made his way toward the door to the room.
***
“One’s on board the ship,” Optimus stated, taking manual control, so the ship wouldn’t start sounding alarms and making all sorts of noise to alert everyone of the intrusion.
“My Primus! And his energy signature is masked? He must be dangerously low on energy, if it was that easy for us to pick him up,” Ratchet said studying the vague signal, fading in and out, on the screen before them.
After their conversation and vow to protect the Decepticons on the planet, they had stayed together to monitor the area for Decepticon activity. It would be difficult for both of them to stay on top of such a task, with the Decepticons so close, and so badly disguised.
“We’ve got to help him. If any of the others wake up and find him before us...” Optimus didn’t finish the sentence. Both of them knew exactly what he was going to say.
“Well, what are we waiting for, then?” Ratchet asked, grabbing a few rations of energon and rushing for the door.
“Wait!” Optimus exclaimed.
Ratchet stopped just as he reached the door, and he turned back toward Optimus.
“Decepticons may be in a weakened state, but they will fight if they feel threatened. And, one of us has to stay here to make sure these alarms don’t go off. Why don’t you do this, and I’ll go find the Decepticon?” Optimus explained and asked.
“What if he is in need of repairs? I can easily patch him up, give him the energon, and send him on his way,” Ratchet said.
“If he made in here, he’s probably not too terribly injured. Stay here. When I find him, and if he’s in need of repairs, I’ll bring him back to you,” Optimus commented.
Ratchet let out a sigh, then nodded.
Optimus strode across the room and took hold of the rations in Ratchet’s hands. He lingered for a moment, letting their hands touch.
“Be careful,” Ratchet murmured, letting go of the rations of energon.
“Don’t worry about me, Ratch. Just make sure those alarms don’t sound,” Optimus said, then slipped out of the room to find the Decepticon on board.
***
Barricade inched his way out of the room, gazing down the long hall way filled with doors that surely contained a mech behind each.
Barricade traced every detail with his optics, making sure there were no mechanoids hiding in the darkness waiting to subdue him.
He took another step. Silence. Another. Silence. He was to the first door, now. Too risky to open up, but maybe his scans could register what kind of mech or femme was behind the door.
Too low on energon. Things were becoming fuzzy.
He thought for a moment about taking a hostage and interrogating him or her, but even that was too risky. With Barricade’s luck, he’d barge into a room that held a heavy weapon’s specialist or worse.
Barricade pondered his options. Retreat slipped across his processor, but he was determined to finish his mission, even if it meant his demise.
“Hold it right there,” a voice came from behind him.
Barricade froze, optics widening, fear welling up inside him.
“Put ya servos where I can see ‘em,” the mech ordered.
Barricade raised his servos in the air above his helm, waiting for his impending doom. He shut his optics tightly, trying to escape to a happy place. All that crossed his processor was how the Well of All Sparks was going to be when he got there. If he got there.
“Jazz?” another voice said from behind Barricade.
“Hold up, sir. Got ourselves a ‘Con here,” Jazz warned.
Optimus put a hand on Jazz’s arm, wanting him to put his guns down and away. Jazz wasn’t quite getting the message, because his guns were still drawn, ready to fire, and his optics were glued to the mech before them.
“Let me talk to him,” Optimus said, looking over at the Decepticon.
“Nah. He might hurt ya. Hold ya hostage or some scrap like dat. Ain’t gonna happen. Not on my internal clock,” Jazz stated, visor slipping down over his optics. “Imma sound the alarms, get us some back up down here. Wonder why they ain’t soundin’ before,” Jazz commented, reaching for the emergency alarm on the wall beside him.
“No!” Optimus exclaimed grabbing Jazz’s hand just before he punched the button.
“What? Why?” Jazz asked, confused.
“I need to talk to him, Jazz. Besides, he’s no threat. He doesn’t even have any weapons on him. Are you going to attack a defenseless mech?” Optimus inquired.
Jazz pondered for a cycle, looking at the Decepticon, who seemed to be unarmed and... as harmless as a Decepticon could be. A sigh escaped his intakes. “Nah, sir, I don’t roll like dat,” he muttered, retracting his visor and lowering his guns down, but not putting them away. “Ain’t gonna let ya outta my sight, though,” he added, looking at Optimus.
Barricade listened to the chatter between the two Autobots. He wondered why one of them seemed so intent on keeping him safe. He wanted to turn around. See who was deciding his fate for him, but something wouldn’t let him.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back. A hand with a gentle touch. Following the gentle touch was a gentle voice that spoke, “Are you alright?”
“Why do you care, Autobot?” he retorted, trying to camouflage the fear in his voice.
Ignoring the Decepticon’s retort Optimus continued, “You can lower your servos. No one is going to harm you, so long as you don’t harm any of us. Can we trust each other?” Optimus questioned.
“Forget it, Autobot! Not gonna put my trust in the likes of you,” he spat.
His servos were still raised, and he realized how ridiculous he must have looked spitting a comment like that with his servos raised in air like some sort of surrender gesture. A true Decepticon would just accept his fate and stare it dead in the face. He lowered his servos and turned around to find himself up against a rather famous Autobot, Optimus Prime.
“We outta just off-line ‘em. He not gonna cooperate with ya,” Jazz suggested.
“No. Jazz, I want you to return to your quarters. I can handle this,” Optimus responded, hoping Jazz wouldn’t press the matter of off-lining the Decepticon further.
“But, sir, I can’t. It’s my duty to protect ya,” Jazz protested.
“That’s an order, soldier,” Optimus commanded.
“I.... yes, sir,” Jazz hesitated, turning and starting for his personal quarters.
Before Jazz could leave audio range, Optimus added, “I ask that you please don’t mention this to anyone else.”
Jazz halted, turning his face back toward his commander. He gazed at the sight for a moment, nodded, then started again for his personal quarters.
Optimus turned his attention back to the Decepticon. He knew he’d have to speak with Jazz later, but first he had to tend to the matter at servo.
Barricade had become silent again, not knowing what to say or do anymore. Optimus Prime was standing right in front of him, towering over him. Barricade was almost certain that Optimus could off-line him with a blind fold on.
Barricade’s gaze hit the floor. A question burned inside of him, but he dare not ask. Why did the Autobot protect him from his own lackey?
Optimus took one of cubes of energon from his sub space pocket and held it out to Barricade. “Here,” he said.
Barricade’s gaze raised from the floor to the cube of energon being offered to him. Now, the Autobot wanted to share energon with him? More questions burned inside Barricade, itching to be asked... answered.
Tentatively, he took the cube of energon. Putting it to his lips, he sipped some down. He felt the cool, fresh liquid drain down his throat. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had had fresh energon. The taste was incredible. More. He thought to himself.
Not caring what the outcome could possibly be, he downed the energon.
Optimus grabbed a few more cubes from his sub space pocket and handed them over to Barricade.
Not being able to help himself, Barricade took them and started downing them all. He felt his systems purr back to life. Full of life! Primus, it had been so long, since he was at full power. It felt amazing.
“May I ask what your designation is? It doesn’t feel proper to call you ‘Decepticon’”, Optimus chuckled.
“Barricade,” he muttered, finishing the last of the final cube of energon that was given to him.
Barricade. Optimus mentally repeated. The name sounded awfully familiar to him.
“Well, Barricade, I’m Optimus,” Optimus said, extending his servo out to the much smaller mechanoid.
Barricade stared at the servo momentarily, before shaking it.
“I mean no harm to the Decepticons. I can’t say the same about my entire crew, but you do have an allie here.. two allies, actually. My CMO also shares the same belief that we are all Cybertronians and there is no need to war with one another,” Optimus explained. “You came here to gather intel, I assume?”
“Yeah,” Barricade replied.
“What sort?” Optimus asked.
“Just trying to find out if you were a threat to us, is all,” Barricade responded.
Optimus checked his internal clock. Almost time for the sun to rise, and the rest of the crew to come out of their recharges. He had to let Barricade get away from there.
“Barricade, you tell your commander that we are a threat to you, but you do have two allies here that will do everything in their power to hide the fact that you are on this planet,” Optimus said. “The sun will be up soon, so you must leave. But, here, take these to your fellow Decepticons,” Optimus said handing Barricade more rations of energon. “I’m not sure how many you’re trying to keep online, but that’s all I can give right now.”
“You speak as though we’ll see each other again, Auto-, uhhh, Optimus,” Barricade said, taking the rations of energon and storing them in his sub space pocket.
“I was hoping we would,” Optimus said.
Barricade had no response for him. It wasn’t really up to him whether or not they trusted this friendly gesture and started associating with these Autobots, who claimed themselves “ally”. That was Starscream’s call.
“Now, go on. Quickly,” Optimus said gently pushing him.
Barricade looked at Optimus one last time, then retreated back to the room with the hatch.
Once he reached the hatch, he opened it up, and dived out onto the ground below. Getting to his feet, he sprinted away from the Autobot ship. Lucky he got away. Lucky to be alive...
***
“Her name’s Athena,” a voice came from the door way.
I was sitting on the couch, petting a large grey and white organic cat with vivid green eyes. When I heard the voice, I looked up to see Alex standing in the door way.
“I can’t believe how fast she’s warmed up to you. She’s never warmed up to anyone that fast before,” she said making her way over to me, and sitting herself down beside me on the couch.
Alex was relaxing more around me, as the weeks passed. It was hard to believe that two weeks had already gone by, since first meeting these humans. I wasn’t sure how long I was welcome to stay with them, but so far no one had told me to leave.
The only problem with all this was the fact I had no way to work on repairing my ship. No tools. No parts. No place to hide my ship. No means of getting said things.
I kept trying to figure out where the hell I was going to go if I did get my ship repaired and managed to make it off the planet again. I hadn’t seen a planet like this in a long time, so what was the point of leaving? I could blend with these people, right? I mean, I was doing just fine, so far. Minor bumps in the road, yes, but no one had suspected that I might be an alien. At least, as far I knew they hadn’t.
The only human that seemed suspicious of me was the Mick character. He was always studying me and trying to spy on me. I didn’t like him. Likewise, I’m sure he didn’t like me either.
“You hungry?” Alex asked.
“Not really,” I replied, rubbing the cat’s neck softly. The cat purred in response.
“I’m going to go make a sandwich for Joey, so if you want something just yell at me, okay?” she said raising up and heading toward the kitchen.
I was rather confused by Joey and Alex’s relationship. She loved him. He loved her. Yet, some how they just weren’t right for each other. I always got a strange vibe when I was around the two of them. Almost like something was telling me just how wrong it was. More on his end, then hers. There was something dark about that human boy. I just couldn’t figure out what. A part of me wanted to ask if everything was alright, but it wasn’t my place, so I just stayed out of their affairs. As Soundwave always told me, monitoring from a distance wasn’t a bad thing, but if you must interfere make sure it’s absolutely for a good reason.
So far, the boy hadn’t given me a good reason to interfere....
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NOTES:
+ I’m not entirely satisfied with this chapter, so I may end up doing some minor or major tweaking in the near future, but we’ll see.
+ Not a lot of human/Crystal interactions here, as you can see. That’ll be saved for the NEXT chapter. I was just setting a little something up.
+ This particular chapter is probably more PG-13, but I decided to keep the M rating, because the story as a whole is. =/
+ So, where does Jazz stand? We shall see. MWHA! >:D
+ I heart Jazz, yes.
As always constructive criticisms and critiques welcome and encouraged! <3
~Anton
Prologue can be found in this entry: http://miss-paw-prints.livejournal.com/22882.html#cutid2
Chapter One: http://miss-paw-prints.livejournal.com/23391.html#cutid1
Chapter Two: http://miss-paw-prints.livejournal.com/25558.html#cutid1
Chapter Three: http://miss-paw-prints.livejournal.com/26387.html#cutid1
Chapter Four and notes under the cut. ^o^
Chapter Four: The Meeting
Author: Mini-Bot
Series: Movieverse/AU
Rating/Warnings: M (implied slash, angst)
Barricade quickly and quietly approached the Autobot ship just in front of him. Only a transport ship, but what of the crew? Who were they?
Barricade scurried along the base of the ship, locating all points of entry. Was he really considering attempting to board the ship to see the crew it held? Well, how else was he suppose to get that kind of information? Waiting until they came out to greet him with their guns?
Barricade shut his optics and prayed to Primus that this mission succeeded, and he was back in Starscream’s presence with a full report of the Autobot’s ship and the crew within.
He found a small hatch on the underside of the ship. Carefully, he opened it, waiting for alarms to sound off. If they did so he was ready to pounce away from the ship and make a run for it.
Nothing.
Climbing in, he closed the hatch behind. If a night patrol came across that, he’d be in serious trouble. Not that he wasn’t in ever imminent serious trouble, already.
Inside, he found himself in a room full of parts and various instruments of repair laid about. It was a rather messy sight. This either meant scrap room or a very disorganized crew. He hoped the latter, because that would mean he could happily report to Starscream that the crew wasn’t a huge threat to them.
Raising up slowly, he peered around the room, scanning every minuscule detail.
He froze, swearing that he heard footsteps coming toward that room.
He lowered back down to the ground, and waited. Listened. Must have been his processor playing tricks on him, as all that was to be heard was dead silence.
Not the best for him, because he would have to be extra extra quiet to complete this operation. He was quite good at being quiet, yes, but one wrong move and he’s caught, then what?
That put his nerve center on edge.
He gulped, then slowly raised back up once more.
He looked at the hatch, his only escape route from the ship, if things turned sour. Was he willing to risk going too far away from that location for further infiltration? For the good of the last of the Decepticon race, yes.
Hesitantly, he made his way toward the door to the room.
“One’s on board the ship,” Optimus stated, taking manual control, so the ship wouldn’t start sounding alarms and making all sorts of noise to alert everyone of the intrusion.
“My Primus! And his energy signature is masked? He must be dangerously low on energy, if it was that easy for us to pick him up,” Ratchet said studying the vague signal, fading in and out, on the screen before them.
After their conversation and vow to protect the Decepticons on the planet, they had stayed together to monitor the area for Decepticon activity. It would be difficult for both of them to stay on top of such a task, with the Decepticons so close, and so badly disguised.
“We’ve got to help him. If any of the others wake up and find him before us...” Optimus didn’t finish the sentence. Both of them knew exactly what he was going to say.
“Well, what are we waiting for, then?” Ratchet asked, grabbing a few rations of energon and rushing for the door.
“Wait!” Optimus exclaimed.
Ratchet stopped just as he reached the door, and he turned back toward Optimus.
“Decepticons may be in a weakened state, but they will fight if they feel threatened. And, one of us has to stay here to make sure these alarms don’t go off. Why don’t you do this, and I’ll go find the Decepticon?” Optimus explained and asked.
“What if he is in need of repairs? I can easily patch him up, give him the energon, and send him on his way,” Ratchet said.
“If he made in here, he’s probably not too terribly injured. Stay here. When I find him, and if he’s in need of repairs, I’ll bring him back to you,” Optimus commented.
Ratchet let out a sigh, then nodded.
Optimus strode across the room and took hold of the rations in Ratchet’s hands. He lingered for a moment, letting their hands touch.
“Be careful,” Ratchet murmured, letting go of the rations of energon.
“Don’t worry about me, Ratch. Just make sure those alarms don’t sound,” Optimus said, then slipped out of the room to find the Decepticon on board.
Barricade inched his way out of the room, gazing down the long hall way filled with doors that surely contained a mech behind each.
Barricade traced every detail with his optics, making sure there were no mechanoids hiding in the darkness waiting to subdue him.
He took another step. Silence. Another. Silence. He was to the first door, now. Too risky to open up, but maybe his scans could register what kind of mech or femme was behind the door.
Too low on energon. Things were becoming fuzzy.
He thought for a moment about taking a hostage and interrogating him or her, but even that was too risky. With Barricade’s luck, he’d barge into a room that held a heavy weapon’s specialist or worse.
Barricade pondered his options. Retreat slipped across his processor, but he was determined to finish his mission, even if it meant his demise.
“Hold it right there,” a voice came from behind him.
Barricade froze, optics widening, fear welling up inside him.
“Put ya servos where I can see ‘em,” the mech ordered.
Barricade raised his servos in the air above his helm, waiting for his impending doom. He shut his optics tightly, trying to escape to a happy place. All that crossed his processor was how the Well of All Sparks was going to be when he got there. If he got there.
“Jazz?” another voice said from behind Barricade.
“Hold up, sir. Got ourselves a ‘Con here,” Jazz warned.
Optimus put a hand on Jazz’s arm, wanting him to put his guns down and away. Jazz wasn’t quite getting the message, because his guns were still drawn, ready to fire, and his optics were glued to the mech before them.
“Let me talk to him,” Optimus said, looking over at the Decepticon.
“Nah. He might hurt ya. Hold ya hostage or some scrap like dat. Ain’t gonna happen. Not on my internal clock,” Jazz stated, visor slipping down over his optics. “Imma sound the alarms, get us some back up down here. Wonder why they ain’t soundin’ before,” Jazz commented, reaching for the emergency alarm on the wall beside him.
“No!” Optimus exclaimed grabbing Jazz’s hand just before he punched the button.
“What? Why?” Jazz asked, confused.
“I need to talk to him, Jazz. Besides, he’s no threat. He doesn’t even have any weapons on him. Are you going to attack a defenseless mech?” Optimus inquired.
Jazz pondered for a cycle, looking at the Decepticon, who seemed to be unarmed and... as harmless as a Decepticon could be. A sigh escaped his intakes. “Nah, sir, I don’t roll like dat,” he muttered, retracting his visor and lowering his guns down, but not putting them away. “Ain’t gonna let ya outta my sight, though,” he added, looking at Optimus.
Barricade listened to the chatter between the two Autobots. He wondered why one of them seemed so intent on keeping him safe. He wanted to turn around. See who was deciding his fate for him, but something wouldn’t let him.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back. A hand with a gentle touch. Following the gentle touch was a gentle voice that spoke, “Are you alright?”
“Why do you care, Autobot?” he retorted, trying to camouflage the fear in his voice.
Ignoring the Decepticon’s retort Optimus continued, “You can lower your servos. No one is going to harm you, so long as you don’t harm any of us. Can we trust each other?” Optimus questioned.
“Forget it, Autobot! Not gonna put my trust in the likes of you,” he spat.
His servos were still raised, and he realized how ridiculous he must have looked spitting a comment like that with his servos raised in air like some sort of surrender gesture. A true Decepticon would just accept his fate and stare it dead in the face. He lowered his servos and turned around to find himself up against a rather famous Autobot, Optimus Prime.
“We outta just off-line ‘em. He not gonna cooperate with ya,” Jazz suggested.
“No. Jazz, I want you to return to your quarters. I can handle this,” Optimus responded, hoping Jazz wouldn’t press the matter of off-lining the Decepticon further.
“But, sir, I can’t. It’s my duty to protect ya,” Jazz protested.
“That’s an order, soldier,” Optimus commanded.
“I.... yes, sir,” Jazz hesitated, turning and starting for his personal quarters.
Before Jazz could leave audio range, Optimus added, “I ask that you please don’t mention this to anyone else.”
Jazz halted, turning his face back toward his commander. He gazed at the sight for a moment, nodded, then started again for his personal quarters.
Optimus turned his attention back to the Decepticon. He knew he’d have to speak with Jazz later, but first he had to tend to the matter at servo.
Barricade had become silent again, not knowing what to say or do anymore. Optimus Prime was standing right in front of him, towering over him. Barricade was almost certain that Optimus could off-line him with a blind fold on.
Barricade’s gaze hit the floor. A question burned inside of him, but he dare not ask. Why did the Autobot protect him from his own lackey?
Optimus took one of cubes of energon from his sub space pocket and held it out to Barricade. “Here,” he said.
Barricade’s gaze raised from the floor to the cube of energon being offered to him. Now, the Autobot wanted to share energon with him? More questions burned inside Barricade, itching to be asked... answered.
Tentatively, he took the cube of energon. Putting it to his lips, he sipped some down. He felt the cool, fresh liquid drain down his throat. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had had fresh energon. The taste was incredible. More. He thought to himself.
Not caring what the outcome could possibly be, he downed the energon.
Optimus grabbed a few more cubes from his sub space pocket and handed them over to Barricade.
Not being able to help himself, Barricade took them and started downing them all. He felt his systems purr back to life. Full of life! Primus, it had been so long, since he was at full power. It felt amazing.
“May I ask what your designation is? It doesn’t feel proper to call you ‘Decepticon’”, Optimus chuckled.
“Barricade,” he muttered, finishing the last of the final cube of energon that was given to him.
Barricade. Optimus mentally repeated. The name sounded awfully familiar to him.
“Well, Barricade, I’m Optimus,” Optimus said, extending his servo out to the much smaller mechanoid.
Barricade stared at the servo momentarily, before shaking it.
“I mean no harm to the Decepticons. I can’t say the same about my entire crew, but you do have an allie here.. two allies, actually. My CMO also shares the same belief that we are all Cybertronians and there is no need to war with one another,” Optimus explained. “You came here to gather intel, I assume?”
“Yeah,” Barricade replied.
“What sort?” Optimus asked.
“Just trying to find out if you were a threat to us, is all,” Barricade responded.
Optimus checked his internal clock. Almost time for the sun to rise, and the rest of the crew to come out of their recharges. He had to let Barricade get away from there.
“Barricade, you tell your commander that we are a threat to you, but you do have two allies here that will do everything in their power to hide the fact that you are on this planet,” Optimus said. “The sun will be up soon, so you must leave. But, here, take these to your fellow Decepticons,” Optimus said handing Barricade more rations of energon. “I’m not sure how many you’re trying to keep online, but that’s all I can give right now.”
“You speak as though we’ll see each other again, Auto-, uhhh, Optimus,” Barricade said, taking the rations of energon and storing them in his sub space pocket.
“I was hoping we would,” Optimus said.
Barricade had no response for him. It wasn’t really up to him whether or not they trusted this friendly gesture and started associating with these Autobots, who claimed themselves “ally”. That was Starscream’s call.
“Now, go on. Quickly,” Optimus said gently pushing him.
Barricade looked at Optimus one last time, then retreated back to the room with the hatch.
Once he reached the hatch, he opened it up, and dived out onto the ground below. Getting to his feet, he sprinted away from the Autobot ship. Lucky he got away. Lucky to be alive...
“Her name’s Athena,” a voice came from the door way.
I was sitting on the couch, petting a large grey and white organic cat with vivid green eyes. When I heard the voice, I looked up to see Alex standing in the door way.
“I can’t believe how fast she’s warmed up to you. She’s never warmed up to anyone that fast before,” she said making her way over to me, and sitting herself down beside me on the couch.
Alex was relaxing more around me, as the weeks passed. It was hard to believe that two weeks had already gone by, since first meeting these humans. I wasn’t sure how long I was welcome to stay with them, but so far no one had told me to leave.
The only problem with all this was the fact I had no way to work on repairing my ship. No tools. No parts. No place to hide my ship. No means of getting said things.
I kept trying to figure out where the hell I was going to go if I did get my ship repaired and managed to make it off the planet again. I hadn’t seen a planet like this in a long time, so what was the point of leaving? I could blend with these people, right? I mean, I was doing just fine, so far. Minor bumps in the road, yes, but no one had suspected that I might be an alien. At least, as far I knew they hadn’t.
The only human that seemed suspicious of me was the Mick character. He was always studying me and trying to spy on me. I didn’t like him. Likewise, I’m sure he didn’t like me either.
“You hungry?” Alex asked.
“Not really,” I replied, rubbing the cat’s neck softly. The cat purred in response.
“I’m going to go make a sandwich for Joey, so if you want something just yell at me, okay?” she said raising up and heading toward the kitchen.
I was rather confused by Joey and Alex’s relationship. She loved him. He loved her. Yet, some how they just weren’t right for each other. I always got a strange vibe when I was around the two of them. Almost like something was telling me just how wrong it was. More on his end, then hers. There was something dark about that human boy. I just couldn’t figure out what. A part of me wanted to ask if everything was alright, but it wasn’t my place, so I just stayed out of their affairs. As Soundwave always told me, monitoring from a distance wasn’t a bad thing, but if you must interfere make sure it’s absolutely for a good reason.
So far, the boy hadn’t given me a good reason to interfere....
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NOTES:
+ I’m not entirely satisfied with this chapter, so I may end up doing some minor or major tweaking in the near future, but we’ll see.
+ Not a lot of human/Crystal interactions here, as you can see. That’ll be saved for the NEXT chapter. I was just setting a little something up.
+ This particular chapter is probably more PG-13, but I decided to keep the M rating, because the story as a whole is. =/
+ So, where does Jazz stand? We shall see. MWHA! >:D
+ I heart Jazz, yes.
As always constructive criticisms and critiques welcome and encouraged! <3
~Anton
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Date: 2010-10-28 11:58 am (UTC)From:I didn't think this chapter was too bad. Just one minor thing, though... the singular form of "allies" is "ally." Other than that, I really didn't see much wrong with this.
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Date: 2010-10-28 02:31 pm (UTC)From:*face palm* Fixed. Thank you for pointing that out to me. ^o^
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Date: 2010-10-28 04:18 pm (UTC)From:You're welcome. :)
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Date: 2010-10-28 04:40 pm (UTC)From:^_^
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Date: 2010-10-28 04:44 pm (UTC)From:Thank goodness it was Jazz and not Ironhide who found Barricade.
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Date: 2010-10-28 04:48 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-10-28 04:51 pm (UTC)From:That doesn't sound good... *hugs Caddie*