Fic repost: Bits and Bytes Chapter 4
Re-posting my fan-fiction from ff.net for my own sanity, and to allow linking and ease of commenting and editing.
Bits and bytes - Rated: T - Adventure - Chapters: 6 - Published: 1-23-11 - Last Updated: 8-12-11 - Main Characters: Hound, Meg (oc), Ellie (oc) - Status = Incomplete
Summery: What was only supposed to be a couple of oneshots, has gotten away from me and turned into a fic. Two military women from another dimension plus Transformers equals ? Warnings: human OC centered. Rating upped to T for future language. Title may change
AN: My first fanfic. Features two OC's. Contains AU Stargate Xover. A work in progress. Next update: Hopefully soon. It's mostly written, just need to add a couple more sections.
Disclaimer: I only own my OC's.
'thoughts'
AN: This was supposed to be G1 cartoon based, but some elements/people/alt modes from the 07 movie and the real world keep sneaking in. It will eventually be explained later, promise. (Sorry folks. If your looking for Barricade, Bumblebee as a Camaro or the Allspark, I'm afraid you won't find them here.)
FYI: I know nothing about medical treatment of any sort. Any treatments or medical jargon you see in the upcoming chapters either comes from the net or some weird place in my head.
Chapter 4
Observations and conversations
Part 1
Hound slowed down and checked his surroundings carefully. It had taken him a few hours, with more than a few close calls and near misses, but he had finally managed to give Skywarp the slip. He had been as careful as possible to avoid aggravating any injuries that the two women had, but despite his best efforts, he had to make a few moves that were rather jarring.
He finally came to a stop in an area where the trees were both thick enough, and tall enough to hopefully prevent him being spotted from the air. Unfortunately he found that using his holo-emitters to provide an extra layer of camouflage and contacting the Ark for assistance were not possible at the moment, both devices having been damaged earlier.
Checking over the unconscious woman with the brown and purple hair, he frowned and looked a little worried. 'I... should get that bag off her... The straps are pressing against her injuries... and have a medic check her...' How he would get the bag off without making her injuries worse, or get a medic, was a bit of an issue though.
Feeling more than a little ill, Ellie swore that if they ever made it home, she would never complain about the G force desensitizing flight simulators ever again. When the rapid movement of the world finally slowed and came to a stop, she let out a small groan of relief and muttered quietly under her breath “..... Ugh... Not throwing up on the giant robot would be good....”
Hound's optics widened when his audios picked up her muttered comment, noted her nauseated look, and felt guilty for not noticing earlier. 'She looks like Carly did when I picked her and Spike up from the amusement park...'
That was an afternoon he wouldn't forget anytime soon.
'... well, hopefully there will be no purging of tanks in my passenger seat this time...' Hound usually didn't mind getting dirty, most of the time he loved it. He had waved off Carly's apologies stating he wasn’t Sunstreaker and that there were no hard feelings, but he went straight for the wash racks as soon as Carly and Spike had left to see Ratchet. For the first time, he had almost outstripped both Tracks and Sunstreaker for the longest time spent in the wash racks.
He sat himself on the ground and gently set the pink haired woman on her feet. She looked a little dazed and stumbled as she took a step, only to be caught gently. She leaned heavily against Hound's fingers in an attempt to keep herself upright, still trying to clear the fog from her head. He very lightly rubbed her back with his thumb, concern evident in his voice as he asked “Are you alright?”
It took a few moments for Ellie to realize that she had her feet on the ground, she stumbled and her knees felt weak as she tried to stay upright. She gazed up at him with a rather confused look, feeling a little strange at the surreal and somewhat dreamlike situation.
Hesitantly she glanced worriedly towards Meg's limp form, before quickly returning her attention to Hound. “.... Y...yes.....?...” Her answer sounded more like a question than a statement of fact, almost as if she were trying to figure out what he wanted her to say instead of how she felt.
Hound tried to keep her calm by talking to her, but had anyone asked later what had been said, neither of them would have had much of an idea. Sometime during the rather one-sided conversation, while searching through his subspace compartments, Hound had found a couple of forgotten sleeping bags. Remnants of his helping Will and Sparkplug haul some of their old camp equipment to the Ark.
He lay the sleeping bags out on the ground next to himself, hoping that, at the very least he could get the pack off the injured woman and lay her down on her back to relieve the pressure on her ribs and chest.
Ellie half followed his words in a dazed state, feeling somewhat disconnected and slightly numb. She neither bothered to question or contradict him, stuck in a state of disbelief, mixed with a tinge of apathy. Somewhere in her mind the only thought that seemed to bubble up was '... i... if I do what it wants... maybe it won't hurt Meg...'
Hound held the other woman out carefully to Ellie, trying to reassure her that they were both safe and he didn't want to hurt either of them. He hoped he could get her to open the buckles on the straps, since he was worried about making any injuries worse.
She had been so absorbed in her thoughts, only bits and pieces of what Hound had said actually made it through to her. “... might ... more damage ... if I.... straps ...pressing on... chest ... breathing.... open...”
Shaking, she took off her pack and dropped it carelessly on the ground before she hesitantly walked over to the hands now cradling Meg and undid the straps of her pack. Ellie watched Hound's every move with what seemed like a somewhat resigned look combined with morbid curiosity, as she sat down on the sleeping bag.
Hound felt somewhat disturbed that, in her current state she probably would have done just about anything he asked of her. Of course, seeing her watching him with that rather emotionless and partially detached look on her face didn't help either. It was almost as if she half expected him to do something awful to the unconscious woman, as neither of them could really fight back. Needless to say, that bothered him as well.
Ellie watched as Meg was gently relived of her pack and handled very carefully as she was laid out on the other sleeping bag, the pure relief on Ellie's face was completely obvious as soon as Hound removed his hands and moved them away.
She scrabbled over to Meg just as fast as she was able, and lay down next to her as close as possible, holding her hand quite relived that she was still alive and breathing. Ellie was physically, emotionally, and mentally spent. She just lay there, watching the rise and fall of Meg's chest, listening to her breathe and trying not to give in and close her eyes.
Hound watched quietly and stayed still for several long moments, not wanting to cause her to panic again. He noticed her fighting to keep her eyes open, and thought it best to let her rest. Perhaps once she had calmed down, she would be less fearful.
He collected the other sleeping bag and gently covered the two women with it.
Once done with that, he pulled out a small (to him anyways) set of tools from subspace and started to take apart the armour on his forearm in the hope he could perhaps get his long-range communications back up.
Long-ass additional AN: If anyone wants to know why Ellie is being so paranoid about Hound, it's got to do with a personal pet peeve of mine. The way some stories have people just automatically trust/lust over the Autobots the moment they meet one, it bothers me.
I mean really, would you trust a person you just met on the street to do surgery on you? What about handing them all your banking information? Trust the guy standing at the corner that you don't know with your child? What guarantee do you have that they aren't going to hurt you or screw you over?
Same theory here.
They have never heard of Transformers, Autobots, or Decepticons. Hell, even if they had I doubt it would make much of a difference.
They really only have Hound's word saying he won't hurt them, they know nothing about him beyond that. How do they know he's not going to toss them in a cage and keep them as pets or something?
Any relationship be it friendship or anything else (humanOCxTF romance ? Nope, sorry, not in this fic...), it takes time to build trust.
You meet something that weighs in excess of four thousand pounds, more than three times your size, and strong enough to kill or seriously hurt you without even trying? Personally, I would be damn paranoid for a very loooong time.....
Erk... S'cuse me... /Blushes, ends rant, gets off soapbox and runs and hides....
Bits and bytes - Rated: T - Adventure - Chapters: 6 - Published: 1-23-11 - Last Updated: 8-12-11 - Main Characters: Hound, Meg (oc), Ellie (oc) - Status = Incomplete
Summery: What was only supposed to be a couple of oneshots, has gotten away from me and turned into a fic. Two military women from another dimension plus Transformers equals ? Warnings: human OC centered. Rating upped to T for future language. Title may change
AN: My first fanfic. Features two OC's. Contains AU Stargate Xover. A work in progress. Next update: Hopefully soon. It's mostly written, just need to add a couple more sections.
Disclaimer: I only own my OC's.
'thoughts'
AN: This was supposed to be G1 cartoon based, but some elements/people/alt modes from the 07 movie and the real world keep sneaking in. It will eventually be explained later, promise. (Sorry folks. If your looking for Barricade, Bumblebee as a Camaro or the Allspark, I'm afraid you won't find them here.)
FYI: I know nothing about medical treatment of any sort. Any treatments or medical jargon you see in the upcoming chapters either comes from the net or some weird place in my head.
Chapter 4
Observations and conversations
Part 1
Hound slowed down and checked his surroundings carefully. It had taken him a few hours, with more than a few close calls and near misses, but he had finally managed to give Skywarp the slip. He had been as careful as possible to avoid aggravating any injuries that the two women had, but despite his best efforts, he had to make a few moves that were rather jarring.
He finally came to a stop in an area where the trees were both thick enough, and tall enough to hopefully prevent him being spotted from the air. Unfortunately he found that using his holo-emitters to provide an extra layer of camouflage and contacting the Ark for assistance were not possible at the moment, both devices having been damaged earlier.
Checking over the unconscious woman with the brown and purple hair, he frowned and looked a little worried. 'I... should get that bag off her... The straps are pressing against her injuries... and have a medic check her...' How he would get the bag off without making her injuries worse, or get a medic, was a bit of an issue though.
Feeling more than a little ill, Ellie swore that if they ever made it home, she would never complain about the G force desensitizing flight simulators ever again. When the rapid movement of the world finally slowed and came to a stop, she let out a small groan of relief and muttered quietly under her breath “..... Ugh... Not throwing up on the giant robot would be good....”
Hound's optics widened when his audios picked up her muttered comment, noted her nauseated look, and felt guilty for not noticing earlier. 'She looks like Carly did when I picked her and Spike up from the amusement park...'
That was an afternoon he wouldn't forget anytime soon.
'... well, hopefully there will be no purging of tanks in my passenger seat this time...' Hound usually didn't mind getting dirty, most of the time he loved it. He had waved off Carly's apologies stating he wasn’t Sunstreaker and that there were no hard feelings, but he went straight for the wash racks as soon as Carly and Spike had left to see Ratchet. For the first time, he had almost outstripped both Tracks and Sunstreaker for the longest time spent in the wash racks.
He sat himself on the ground and gently set the pink haired woman on her feet. She looked a little dazed and stumbled as she took a step, only to be caught gently. She leaned heavily against Hound's fingers in an attempt to keep herself upright, still trying to clear the fog from her head. He very lightly rubbed her back with his thumb, concern evident in his voice as he asked “Are you alright?”
It took a few moments for Ellie to realize that she had her feet on the ground, she stumbled and her knees felt weak as she tried to stay upright. She gazed up at him with a rather confused look, feeling a little strange at the surreal and somewhat dreamlike situation.
Hesitantly she glanced worriedly towards Meg's limp form, before quickly returning her attention to Hound. “.... Y...yes.....?...” Her answer sounded more like a question than a statement of fact, almost as if she were trying to figure out what he wanted her to say instead of how she felt.
Hound tried to keep her calm by talking to her, but had anyone asked later what had been said, neither of them would have had much of an idea. Sometime during the rather one-sided conversation, while searching through his subspace compartments, Hound had found a couple of forgotten sleeping bags. Remnants of his helping Will and Sparkplug haul some of their old camp equipment to the Ark.
He lay the sleeping bags out on the ground next to himself, hoping that, at the very least he could get the pack off the injured woman and lay her down on her back to relieve the pressure on her ribs and chest.
Ellie half followed his words in a dazed state, feeling somewhat disconnected and slightly numb. She neither bothered to question or contradict him, stuck in a state of disbelief, mixed with a tinge of apathy. Somewhere in her mind the only thought that seemed to bubble up was '... i... if I do what it wants... maybe it won't hurt Meg...'
Hound held the other woman out carefully to Ellie, trying to reassure her that they were both safe and he didn't want to hurt either of them. He hoped he could get her to open the buckles on the straps, since he was worried about making any injuries worse.
She had been so absorbed in her thoughts, only bits and pieces of what Hound had said actually made it through to her. “... might ... more damage ... if I.... straps ...pressing on... chest ... breathing.... open...”
Shaking, she took off her pack and dropped it carelessly on the ground before she hesitantly walked over to the hands now cradling Meg and undid the straps of her pack. Ellie watched Hound's every move with what seemed like a somewhat resigned look combined with morbid curiosity, as she sat down on the sleeping bag.
Hound felt somewhat disturbed that, in her current state she probably would have done just about anything he asked of her. Of course, seeing her watching him with that rather emotionless and partially detached look on her face didn't help either. It was almost as if she half expected him to do something awful to the unconscious woman, as neither of them could really fight back. Needless to say, that bothered him as well.
Ellie watched as Meg was gently relived of her pack and handled very carefully as she was laid out on the other sleeping bag, the pure relief on Ellie's face was completely obvious as soon as Hound removed his hands and moved them away.
She scrabbled over to Meg just as fast as she was able, and lay down next to her as close as possible, holding her hand quite relived that she was still alive and breathing. Ellie was physically, emotionally, and mentally spent. She just lay there, watching the rise and fall of Meg's chest, listening to her breathe and trying not to give in and close her eyes.
Hound watched quietly and stayed still for several long moments, not wanting to cause her to panic again. He noticed her fighting to keep her eyes open, and thought it best to let her rest. Perhaps once she had calmed down, she would be less fearful.
He collected the other sleeping bag and gently covered the two women with it.
Once done with that, he pulled out a small (to him anyways) set of tools from subspace and started to take apart the armour on his forearm in the hope he could perhaps get his long-range communications back up.
Long-ass additional AN: If anyone wants to know why Ellie is being so paranoid about Hound, it's got to do with a personal pet peeve of mine. The way some stories have people just automatically trust/lust over the Autobots the moment they meet one, it bothers me.
I mean really, would you trust a person you just met on the street to do surgery on you? What about handing them all your banking information? Trust the guy standing at the corner that you don't know with your child? What guarantee do you have that they aren't going to hurt you or screw you over?
Same theory here.
They have never heard of Transformers, Autobots, or Decepticons. Hell, even if they had I doubt it would make much of a difference.
They really only have Hound's word saying he won't hurt them, they know nothing about him beyond that. How do they know he's not going to toss them in a cage and keep them as pets or something?
Any relationship be it friendship or anything else (humanOCxTF romance ? Nope, sorry, not in this fic...), it takes time to build trust.
You meet something that weighs in excess of four thousand pounds, more than three times your size, and strong enough to kill or seriously hurt you without even trying? Personally, I would be damn paranoid for a very loooong time.....
Erk... S'cuse me... /Blushes, ends rant, gets off soapbox and runs and hides....