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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic.

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Author Warning: Cursing.
When I woke up it was well past noon. I drank down all the water in the water bottle on the nightstand before I put on my glasses. My whole body seemed to be complaining, my neck ached from how I slept, legs and arms sore from the hours of driving. I went to the kitchen to get some oatmeal heating up before I came back to my room, grabbing the water bottle to refill it in the bathroom. This done, I went back into my room to turn on the computer. I heard the microwave beep so headed into the kitchen to add milk to the oatmeal. I ate my breakfast and washed down my meds in hopes the pain killer would rid me of most of my body aches. The computer was ready to go and I did a little searching to see if there was any mention of activity around the mountain that locals couldn't explain. Other than the typical earthquakes that were small and nothing to worry about, there was no mention of night time traffic that seemed out of place nor was there anything that stated outright that there were alien machines. I sighed softly, deciding not to dig further into it and instead looking through some old photographs. I found the one with Betty Joe in it and went outside.
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At last there was movement inside the home. The pair of them sat under the cover of a cloak of invisibility, using just interpersonal radio contact to speak to each other. They had long since figured out a way to monitor the phone line so when the internet searches occurred they were aware of it. Reporting that information in and waiting for a reply, they took note of the movement to the outside environs. Both froze, watching on quietly as the being that they spotted the night before moved past the red van parked in front of the home and stopped herself right in front of where they were both crouched. She was holding something in her hand that was square and flat that she looked at a long moment then lifted her head to look straight at where they were… though of course she wouldn't see them there thanks to the invisibility cloak. She gave a heavy sigh, turning her head toward the side of the house and down. She appeared to be looking at something else with a faint frown. The item in her hand was set on a rotting pile of firewood before she crouched down and moved her hand over something buried in the dirt. They took a moment to zoom in on the item she set down, seeing the photo of one of the cars they had taken to the ship in it. Looking back toward the human, she had straightened up and was looking down at what appeared to be a very rusty car part, still half buried in the dirt. Now they understood why she had been so determined to keep up with their friend and why she followed their other friend all the way to the hidden ship. Their radio conversation was interrupted by the reply they had been waiting for and both fell silent to listen. They exchanged a glance, then looked toward the human who had removed her glasses to wipe at her eyes. The irony of her making this so easy was not lost on either of them, but only one acted on the orders given to them.
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I woke up with one nasty, throbbing headache that had me rubbing at my temples and blearily peering around. My vision without my glasses was 200/20 so everything was blurred. Not that there was much to see as I rolled onto my side to take a look around. The lights were low in the room, but it was obvious the room I was in was totally gray. Slowly sitting up, giving up on focusing on anything since there was no point to it, I closed my eyes to keep rubbing at my temples. It was quiet, giving a whole new meaning to silence being deafening. Opening my eyes I gave the room a better look see, taking note of a sliver of light at floor level. A door out of here, I wasn't going to pass that up. I rose and walked toward the sliver of light, noting how much bigger it got as I got closer. I was perhaps a body length away from it when the door silently opened, the flood of light from the other side catching me off guard a moment. I blinked a few times, letting my eyes get used to the change before I took a few steps and peered to my left and then to my right. No one was in sight. I could hear voices and the sounds of some sort of mechanical work off to my right. I glanced back into the room, having this odd sensation of being watched. I shook my head, muttering, "Weird." I moved toward my right, sticking close to the wall as I listened for any movement my way. Despite myself I was curious about what was going on; not to mention I had no idea where I was or how I even got here so going toward the voices made sense. Still though I couldn't shake that feeling I was being watched. I kept glancing back, finding no one there. I walked for some time until I was very close to where the voices and other sounds were coming from… just on the other side of a doorway that had no actual door to it. Slowly I peeked around to take a look. Blurred as they were to my eyes, there was no denying two things; one there were quite tall metallic beings in that room busily talking and working away, and two they were working on the cars they had taken from the junkyard. Only one car had my full attention when I laid my eyes upon her and that was Betty Joe. Her doors, hood and trunk lid had been removed; so too had her tires, engine, transmission, and her bench seats. They weren't working on her currently, so I had an unobstructed view. I glanced around the interior of the room, spotting something that would do great as a hiding spot. The beings in the room were so into what they were doing, they certainly didn't look my way as I slipped around the doorway and snuck my way behind a piece of a equipment that I wiggled my way under. Once situated there, I relaxed and watched them work, listening to their language as they spoke to each other. Some time passed, but one of them said something that had all of them stop what they were doing. Then as a group they put down their tools and walked out of the room. Very curious indeed. But I wasn't going to miss my opportunity. Once I didn't hear their footsteps anymore, I wiggled out of my hiding spot and walked straight toward Betty Joe. There was that annoying sense of being watched again, but I shook it off as I stopped by her doorless driver side and placed a hand on her roof. "Hey old girl." I whispered, the tears welled up in my eyes. I slid my hand along her as I walked toward the front, stopping mid-grill and crouching down with my hand on her headlamp, "Missed you."
The sound of footsteps caught my attention, they were coming quick. I rose and jogged toward my hiding spot. I gasped in pain and surprise as I ran into something hard and metallic, staggering back then tipping backwards to land hard on my back. "Fucking son of a bitch." I cussed in pain. There was nothing there… and then suddenly there was a figure standing there as it appeared out of thin air. No wait… make that two figures as the second stepped out from behind the first.
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Author Warning: Cursing. When I woke up it was well past noon. I drank down all the water in the water bottle on the nightstand before I put on my glasses. My whole body seemed to be complaining, my neck ached from how I slept, legs and arms sore from the hours of driving. I went to the kitchen to get some oatmeal heating up before I came back to my room, grabbing the water bottle to refill it in the bathroom. This done, I went back into my room to turn on the computer. I heard the microwave beep so headed into the kitchen to add milk to the oatmeal. I ate my breakfast and washed down my meds in hopes the pain killer would rid me of most of my body aches. The computer was ready to go and I did a little searching to see if there was any mention of activity around the mountain that locals couldn't explain. Other than the typical earthquakes that were small and nothing to worry about, there was no mention of night time traffic that seemed out of place nor was there anything that stated outright that there were alien machines. I sighed softly, deciding not to dig further into it and instead looking through some old photographs. I found the one with Betty Joe in it and went outside. -- At last there was movement inside the home. The pair of them sat under the cover of a cloak of invisibility, using just interpersonal radio contact to speak to each other. They had long since figured out a way to monitor the phone line so when the internet searches occurred they were aware of it. Reporting that information in and waiting for a reply, they took note of the movement to the outside environs. Both froze, watching on quietly as the being that they spotted the night before moved past the red van parked in front of the home and stopped herself right in front of where they were both crouched. She was holding something in her hand that was square and flat that she looked at a long moment then lifted her head to look straight at where they were… though of course she wouldn't see them there thanks to the invisibility cloak. She gave a heavy sigh, turning her head toward the side of the house and down. She appeared to be looking at something else with a faint frown. The item in her hand was set on a rotting pile of firewood before she crouched down and moved her hand over something buried in the dirt. They took a moment to zoom in on the item she set down, seeing the photo of one of the cars they had taken to the ship in it. Looking back toward the human, she had straightened up and was looking down at what appeared to be a very rusty car part, still half buried in the dirt. Now they understood why she had been so determined to keep up with their friend and why she followed their other friend all the way to the hidden ship. Their radio conversation was interrupted by the reply they had been waiting for and both fell silent to listen. They exchanged a glance, then looked toward the human who had removed her glasses to wipe at her eyes. The irony of her making this so easy was not lost on either of them, but only one acted on the orders given to them. -- I woke up with one nasty, throbbing headache that had me rubbing at my temples and blearily peering around. My vision without my glasses was 200/20 so everything was blurred. Not that there was much to see as I rolled onto my side to take a look around. The lights were low in the room, but it was obvious the room I was in was totally gray. Slowly sitting up, giving up on focusing on anything since there was no point to it, I closed my eyes to keep rubbing at my temples. It was quiet, giving a whole new meaning to silence being deafening. Opening my eyes I gave the room a better look see, taking note of a sliver of light at floor level. A door out of here, I wasn't going to pass that up. I rose and walked toward the sliver of light, noting how much bigger it got as I got closer. I was perhaps a body length away from it when the door silently opened, the flood of light from the other side catching me off guard a moment. I blinked a few times, letting my eyes get used to the change before I took a few steps and peered to my left and then to my right. No one was in sight. I could hear voices and the sounds of some sort of mechanical work off to my right. I glanced back into the room, having this odd sensation of being watched. I shook my head, muttering, "Weird." I moved toward my right, sticking close to the wall as I listened for any movement my way. Despite myself I was curious about what was going on; not to mention I had no idea where I was or how I even got here so going toward the voices made sense. Still though I couldn't shake that feeling I was being watched. I kept glancing back, finding no one there. I walked for some time until I was very close to where the voices and other sounds were coming from… just on the other side of a doorway that had no actual door to it. Slowly I peeked around to take a look. Blurred as they were to my eyes, there was no denying two things; one there were quite tall metallic beings in that room busily talking and working away, and two they were working on the cars they had taken from the junkyard. Only one car had my full attention when I laid my eyes upon her and that was Betty Joe. Her doors, hood and trunk lid had been removed; so too had her tires, engine, transmission, and her bench seats. They weren't working on her currently, so I had an unobstructed view. I glanced around the interior of the room, spotting something that would do great as a hiding spot. The beings in the room were so into what they were doing, they certainly didn't look my way as I slipped around the doorway and snuck my way behind a piece of a equipment that I wiggled my way under. Once situated there, I relaxed and watched them work, listening to their language as they spoke to each other. Some time passed, but one of them said something that had all of them stop what they were doing. Then as a group they put down their tools and walked out of the room. Very curious indeed. But I wasn't going to miss my opportunity. Once I didn't hear their footsteps anymore, I wiggled out of my hiding spot and walked straight toward Betty Joe. There was that annoying sense of being watched again, but I shook it off as I stopped by her doorless driver side and placed a hand on her roof. "Hey old girl." I whispered, the tears welled up in my eyes. I slid my hand along her as I walked toward the front, stopping mid-grill and crouching down with my hand on her headlamp, "Missed you." The sound of footsteps caught my attention, they were coming quick. I rose and jogged toward my hiding spot. I gasped in pain and surprise as I ran into something hard and metallic, staggering back then tipping backwards to land hard on my back. "Fucking son of a bitch." I cussed in pain. There was nothing there… and then suddenly there was a figure standing there as it appeared out of thin air. No wait… make that two figures as the second stepped out from behind the first. ---- Author Warning: Cursing. When I woke up it was well past noon. I drank down all the water in the water bottle on the nightstand before I put on my glasses. My whole body seemed to be complaining, my neck ached from how I slept, legs and arms sore from the hours of driving. I went to the kitchen to get some oatmeal heating up before I came back to my room, grabbing the water bottle to refill it in the bathroom. This done, I went back into my room to turn on the computer. I heard the microwave beep so headed into the kitchen to add milk to the oatmeal. I ate my breakfast and washed down my meds in hopes the pain killer would rid me of most of my body aches. The computer was ready to go and I did a little searching to see if there was any mention of activity around the mountain that locals couldn't explain. Other than the typical earthquakes that were small and nothing to worry about, there was no mention of night time traffic that seemed out of place nor was there anything that stated outright that there were alien machines. I sighed softly, deciding not to dig further into it and instead looking through some old photographs. I found the one with Betty Joe in it and went outside. -- At last there was movement inside the home. The pair of them sat under the cover of a cloak of invisibility, using just interpersonal radio contact to speak to each other. They had long since figured out a way to monitor the phone line so when the internet searches occurred they were aware of it. Reporting that information in and waiting for a reply, they took note of the movement to the outside environs. Both froze, watching on quietly as the being that they spotted the night before moved past the red van parked in front of the home and stopped herself right in front of where they were both crouched. She was holding something in her hand that was square and flat that she looked at a long moment then lifted her head to look straight at where they were… though of course she wouldn't see them there thanks to the invisibility cloak. She gave a heavy sigh, turning her head toward the side of the house and down. She appeared to be looking at something else with a faint frown. The item in her hand was set on a rotting pile of firewood before she crouched down and moved her hand over something buried in the dirt. They took a moment to zoom in on the item she set down, seeing the photo of one of the cars they had taken to the ship in it. Looking back toward the human, she had straightened up and was looking down at what appeared to be a very rusty car part, still half buried in the dirt. Now they understood why she had been so determined to keep up with their friend and why she followed their other friend all the way to the hidden ship. Their radio conversation was interrupted by the reply they had been waiting for and both fell silent to listen. They exchanged a glance, then looked toward the human who had removed her glasses to wipe at her eyes. The irony of her making this so easy was not lost on either of them, but only one acted on the orders given to them. -- I woke up with one nasty, throbbing headache that had me rubbing at my temples and blearily peering around. My vision without my glasses was 200/20 so everything was blurred. Not that there was much to see as I rolled onto my side to take a look around. The lights were low in the room, but it was obvious the room I was in was totally gray. Slowly sitting up, giving up on focusing on anything since there was no point to it, I closed my eyes to keep rubbing at my temples. It was quiet, giving a whole new meaning to silence being deafening. Opening my eyes I gave the room a better look see, taking note of a sliver of light at floor level. A door out of here, I wasn't going to pass that up. I rose and walked toward the sliver of light, noting how much bigger it got as I got closer. I was perhaps a body length away from it when the door silently opened, the flood of light from the other side catching me off guard a moment. I blinked a few times, letting my eyes get used to the change before I took a few steps and peered to my left and then to my right. No one was in sight. I could hear voices and the sounds of some sort of mechanical work off to my right. I glanced back into the room, having this odd sensation of being watched. I shook my head, muttering, "Weird." I moved toward my right, sticking close to the wall as I listened for any movement my way. Despite myself I was curious about what was going on; not to mention I had no idea where I was or how I even got here so going toward the voices made sense. Still though I couldn't shake that feeling I was being watched. I kept glancing back, finding no one there. I walked for some time until I was very close to where the voices and other sounds were coming from… just on the other side of a doorway that had no actual door to it. Slowly I peeked around to take a look. Blurred as they were to my eyes, there was no denying two things; one there were quite tall metallic beings in that room busily talking and working away, and two they were working on the cars they had taken from the junkyard. Only one car had my full attention when I laid my eyes upon her and that was Betty Joe. Her doors, hood and trunk lid had been removed; so too had her tires, engine, transmission, and her bench seats. They weren't working on her currently, so I had an unobstructed view. I glanced around the interior of the room, spotting something that would do great as a hiding spot. The beings in the room were so into what they were doing, they certainly didn't look my way as I slipped around the doorway and snuck my way behind a piece of a equipment that I wiggled my way under. Once situated there, I relaxed and watched them work, listening to their language as they spoke to each other. Some time passed, but one of them said something that had all of them stop what they were doing. Then as a group they put down their tools and walked out of the room. Very curious indeed. But I wasn't going to miss my opportunity. Once I didn't hear their footsteps anymore, I wiggled out of my hiding spot and walked straight toward Betty Joe. There was that annoying sense of being watched again, but I shook it off as I stopped by her doorless driver side and placed a hand on her roof. "Hey old girl." I whispered, the tears welled up in my eyes. I slid my hand along her as I walked toward the front, stopping mid-grill and crouching down with my hand on her headlamp, "Missed you." The sound of footsteps caught my attention, they were coming quick. I rose and jogged toward my hiding spot. I gasped in pain and surprise as I ran into something hard and metallic, staggering back then tipping backwards to land hard on my back. "Fucking son of a bitch." I cussed in pain. There was nothing there… and then suddenly there was a figure standing there as it appeared out of thin air. No wait… make that two figures as the second stepped out from behind the first. ----
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