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Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Two: [Chemo & Charisma]

Summary: Jake arrives in Rhode Island to accompany his three kids back to Houston Texas the next morning. He expects it to be slightly awkward, but something he doesn’t expect is to be cryptically seduced by you—his ex wife.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Cancer Diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Separation. Marriage issues. Mentions of death. Minor smut (18+)

Word Count: 4.6k

Author Note: Thank you for all the love and support around this series so far. It truly has been an awesome experience getting to create this storyline with you all. I'm excited to see how you all react as the chapters come out. Your concepts, theories and reactions are truly making my December that much better.

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Turbulence…it can mean anything from a few little bumps to a catastrophic weather system that could knock your flying tin can right out of the air. In Surgery they call it a complication, the surgeons hit a snag, a bump in the road. Turbulence.

In your marriage, you called it Separation. One of the most unpredictable things about encountering turbulence is its aftermath. Everything’s been shaken up, undone, turned on its head. So you ask yourself time and time again, if you had the choice to avoid the plane crash, the turbulence altogether, would you take it? Would you play it safe and cancel the flight? Or would you get onboard and take your chances.

“Dad!” Little Lucy Seresin was just the spitting image of you and your grandmother. She was every bit you except for those big emerald green eyes. “Dad—!” You could see Jake making his way towards you and your three children through the crowd, all standing around your legs waiting for their father. The one who gave all three of your children those piercing emerald eyes that held what seemed like all the secrets in the universe. “Mum! Dads here! Dads here!”

“I see him sweetheart, there’s daddy.” You replied to your six year old, who, before you even had a chance to stop the only daughter of Jake Seresin, took off running across the crowded airport welcoming area towards her dad. You knew it had been far too long since Jake had been able to see his children, but you also knew it wasn't entirely his fault. The Navy was unpredictable as it was reliable.

“Hiya Lulu!” Jake smiled as wild as he could as he dropped to his knee to embrace the six year old human he’d helped create. “Oh I missed you sweetheart.” That much was true, Jake Seresin missed his kids every day that passed him by. You watched on with six year old Lennox by your side and two year old Samuel on your hip as Jake picked his daughter up and carried her back over to where you stood patiently waiting. “Lenny, how you going man?” Jake beamed as he tousled his eldest son's hair. “Far out kid, you shoot up any more and you’ll be taller than your mother.” You smiled at the dig unintentionally, before you knew you were smiling Jake had seen the corners of your lips turn upright into an unmissable smile.

“Mums says I’m growing like an inch a day because I eat all my green beans at dinner.” Jake took a moment to place Lucy back on solid ground before he came up back up to meet your gaze. It had been a few weeks since you had called Jake about your Christmas plans. He still wasn’t sure how to feel about them, deep down he wanted to tell you not to go. Deep down he was screaming at the top of his lungs for you to give him another chance, to come with him and the kids to his mothers for Christmas. But Jake knew better than to make a scene in front of the kids. But that didn't mean he couldn't be petty when he wanted to be just to get a rise out of you.

“Is that so?” Jake beamed that signature Seresin grin you’d fallen for back in college when he was captain of the football team and you were just that meek library dweller. He made you feel so much more than just the shy history buff you’d been back then, Jake Seresin had taught you a lot of things about yourself in the time you’d been his best friend and wife, now ex. Nowadays however you often caught yourself wondering if he’d miss you if you didn’t make it through the battle you were facing. The battle you hadn’t told anyone about except your mum. The battle that took all your strength to keep a secret close to your chest. The battle that was draining you or all your strength and energy. The battle that late at night you wish you could just end early.

Stage three A, triple positive grade three invasive doctoral carcinoma. Triple positive meaning that your specific cancer fed off oestrogen, progesterone and HER2 hormones. Lucky you right? Your first lumpectomy went rather well, but you were facing twelve weeks of chemotherapy treatment. Three oral tablets daily and two full days of IV sessions a week.

However, you were taking measures into your own hands as of tomorrow and were scheduled to be back in hospital for double mastectomy. You didn't want to wait and see if the cancer would spread and wanted every single bit out. But Jake was none the wiser about your medical status and assumed that you were off to Canada with friends for a white Christmas in Banff Alberta.

“Well—“ Jake carefully took little two year old Sammy from your grasp and placed his tied sleeping self on his own jean clad hip. “Mums are always right.” Jake quickly followed up as he looked down at Lenny. “There’s gonna be a ton of green beans at Grandma's house so you might overtake her quicker than anticipated buddy.” Jake gave the youngest of the three Seresin siblings a kiss on the cheek before he fully turned his attention to you. “Hey Hon—“ The way Jake stopped himself from finishing his sentence made your heart sink into the pit in your stomach. “Y/n, hey Y/n.” He corrected himself quickly as he picked up his duffel bag from the ground next to where he stood before you. “You look well.”

Oh if only Jake truly knew what you had to do in order to look well. The countless hours you spent throwing your guts up in the middle of the night. The sleepless nights that turned into days. The loss of appetite that had you dropping weight faster than you could blink. Your diagnosis had been quick but your symptoms had been even quicker to take over your daily life. You kicked yourself every day for not getting yourself to a doctor sooner.

“Yeah, I’ve been doing alright—“ Things used to be so easy with Jake, now he was standing here before you in the middle of the airport bustling with people going to and from for the holiday season and you swore he looked like someone you didn’t even know. “The kiddos keep me busy, don’t you?” You asked Lucy as she reached out for your hand and looked at you like you were telling lies.

“Mums been sick.” She told her father confidently, like you weren’t about to die then and there on the spot from embarrassment. Little Lucy had a bad habit of throwing you and Jake under the bus with one another. “She said it’s just a cold, but she’s been sick for like four whole weeks.” Lucy didn’t know any better than what you had always told her, that you had the flu. A long flu at that. As soon as you’d get the kids off to school you’d head right back to bed and sleep. The medication your doctors had you on was pretty brutal, and chemotherapy didn’t help although you’d only just started that kind of oral treatment. It packed a punch you couldn't handle.

“Oh?” Jake frowned as the five of you all made your way through the airport and out towards the car park. “Mum didn’t tell me she was sick, if I had known I would have come sooner.” Jake looked at you like he was trying to read the lines on your face. He could tell you were tied, more than normal—but despite that knowledge he’d never say it out loud. His grandmother would roll over in her damn grave if Jake ever dared to point out a woman’s under eye bags or her tired expression. So he went with ‘well’.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you.” You didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh, but you knew by the hurt look on Jake’s face that it had struck an exposed nerve. He never wanted to separate. “What I meant was, I’m fine, Lulu here sees a runny nose and thinks it’s the end of days, I would have called you if I needed help.”

“Fair, I mean—you can’t be that sick right? With your big trip to Banff planned and all.” Jake shrugged it off like his heart wasn’t breaking inside his chest. This was about to be his first Christmas separated from the women he loved more than life itself. Being in North Island made it easier to run from his problems, but the minute he got on that flight he was back inside his own head, rewinding and rethinking everything he ever did wrong to drive you away.

“Right—“ You agreed softly beside the man you loved so deeply that it burned. “Yeah, I’m just so thankful you were so happy to take the kids with you to your mothers house this year.” To be perfectly honest you were expecting Jake to push back, ask more questions, be a little standoffish on the idea of you not being there for the kids on Christmas. But he never did, and you didn’t know what hurt more.

“They’re my kids as much as they’re yours—kinda think it’s the least I can do considering you’ve had them all year round.” It was the tone you didn’t appreciate, the almost passive aggressive attitude that made you frown as you walked with Jake and your kids back to your car.

“You can see the kids anytime you like.” You tried to keep your head level, but the way Jake had said it made you question his motives. “I’d never stop you, if you wanna have them more often I’m sure we can—“

“Wasn’t that a big part of the reason you wanted to separate?” Jake interrupted before you had a chance to finish what you were saying. You were about to say perhaps you could come up with a custody agreement. Something on paper that seemed fair to the both of you that took your work schedules into consideration as well as your living conditions, the kids schooling, holidays and extended family. You were happy to discuss it more, but this year that had passed the both of you by had gone in the blink of an eye. “You were stuck with the kids too much? Seems a little counter intuitive considering you’ve become their primary caregiver.”

“Jake—“ You sighed with a longing he’d missed. “Not in front of the kids, alright?” You were trying your best, truly. But here he was in all his glory, the love of your life and father of your children, telling you that you made a mistake just in a different kind of font. “We can talk about it all when we get home.”

“I’m not doing anything in front of the kids—“ Jake shrugged as he watched you unlock the car. “I’m just trying to understand why you can’t just admit why you really left.” Jake knew why you left, because of him. He knew he hadn’t done enough in your marriage to show you how much he loved you. He just wanted to hear you say it. That you didn’t love him anymore. He wanted you to tell him point blank that you had fallen out of love with him.

But you could never say that, because you never stopped loving him.

“You know why—“ You had to bite the inside of your cheek and grit your teeth to stop yourself from yelling, Jake Seresin after all these years still managed to get under your skin with ease. “Again, not in front of the kids, let’s just get home.”

“You seem frustrated.” Jake teased with that award winning grin, he knew exactly what he was doing. You always took the bait.

“Yeah, you’ve been here for five minutes and I’m already over it.” If you had rolled your eyes any harder than you did you would have fallen over.

“Little harsh—“ Jake chuckled as he placed Sammy into his booster seat, the little buckles that used to give him a hard time when the twins were younger were seamlessly clipped up in seconds. Jake made sure his youngest was safe and secure before he stood and turned his full undivided attention back to you. “I’ve missed you.” He said genuinely with a love so strong inside his heart you could nearly feel the warmth as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and drew you in for a hug. “It’s good to see you, even if it’s just for one night before you go jet setting.”

With little hesitation you melted into the man you had married all those years ago with ease. Jake was your home, your guiding light. This past year had been rough without him and you knew deep down it had been rough for him too.

But sometimes love just wasn’t enough to save a marriage.

“Yeah—yeah it’s good to see you.” Jake felt your arms wrap around his torso as you let your cheek rest on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you too.” Jake’s scent had alway brought comfort to you, the overwhelming warmth of cedarwood and notes of vanilla bourbon always calmed you, grounded you in reality. “I’m uh—“ You wanted to tell him the truth about what was going on, but you just couldn’t do that to him. You couldn’t ask that much of him. Not after everything you’d both been through over the last year. “I’m just happy you’re here for the kids.”

“Mum! Lennox won’t let me have the window seat!”

“I’m older than you!” Lennox argued back as Jake groaned into your neck. Oh how he’d missed you, missed the kids, missed his family. North Island was great but without the four of you? Something was always missing. A piece of Jake was always missing.

“I’m not just here for the kids.” Jake pulled away at the sound of Lenny and Lucy arguing in the back seat over who was taking the middle seat. “But they’re a bonus, Honey.” He winked as he switched into dad mode and dropped his voice an octave or two. “Stop arguing, I’ll flip a coin.”

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“Oh woah—“ Jake's eyes lit up as he walked through the front door of the home you’d recently finished moving into. He’d only ever seen it over FaceTime. “It’s bigger than it looked.” The little giggle you let out as you passed him by didn’t go unnoticed. Dirty bird, Jake thought to himself as his eyes lingered down to your ass as you walked ahead of him.

“It’s enough for me and the kids with a spare room.” You replied as Jake continued to look around. Reminisce of cardboard boxes used in your move still remained scattered around the place. “The kids still wanted to put up the Christmas tree even though they aren’t gonna be here.”

“Mama said Santa will know that we’re spending it with Grandma and Grandpa and will take all our presents there.” Lucy caught Jake's attention as she barreled into the living room where the Christmas tree stood tall and proud, decorated with mismatched decorations that you and Jake had collected over the years either from stores or the kids' school crafts. “She also said I could give this to you when you came to stay the night.” Lucy explained as she dropped to her knees and reached under the tree to where a perfectly wrapped gift labelled with Jake's name on it sat. “It’s from mum.”

“Lucy May—“ You nearly hissed as you padded into the living room. “Don’t tell lie’s please.” You pointed, the deal had been you’d get Jake one present and one present only knowing he probably wouldn’t have gotten you anything, and that you’d tell him it was from the kids until he opened it. “You tell your dad who it’s from.” Jake knew by the smirk that crept across his daughter’s face he recognised as his own, that it was from you. Lucy didn’t have to say another word. But she did regardless.

“It’s from me and Lenny.” She replied as Jake sat on the couch he used to sleep on during those nights the two of you couldn’t sleep in the same bed. Those nights where the two of you needed space and those nights where he thought he was doing the right thing by you and giving it to you. He sat on the couch that felt unfamiliar now and took the present his daughter gave him with grace. “Lenny! Dad’s opening our present!”

“What present?” Lennox frowned as he walked into the living room trying to carry two year old Sam. “Oh! Mums present.”

“Lennox!” You groaned aloud in utter defeat.

All Jake could do was laugh to himself as he looked over at you. You were as beautiful as ever, his one and only love. How the fuck did things get so messy where you had to use your children as scapegoats.

“It’s fine, it’s fine—I know it’s from the kids Honey.” Jake winked as you rolled your eyes and headed on into the kitchen where you were getting organised to cook dinner. You were starting to feel awfully tired–the oral chemotherapy was starting to make you feel sicker than you had been before you knew what was going on. A double edged sword really, you keep taking the pills? You get so sick you die. You stop taking the chemotherapy tablets? You get so sick you die. Either way you were dying or you convinced yourself you were.

But Jake could never know that, your kids could never know that, so you went about your routine as normally as you could without making a fuss.

“I might save this for when we get to Grandmas, I wouldn't wanna not have anything to open on Christmas morning Lulu.” Jake smiled as he brought her in for a hug between his legs. “I love you all so much.”

“We love you too dad.” Lucy replied as she hugged Jake back. “Mum loves you too.”

“Oh does she now?” Jake knew that putting all his faith in a six year old probably wasn't the best thing he could do, but right now as he held her in his arms, the little girl the two of you had created–he did. He trusted her to tell the truth you wouldn't, because you wouldn't lie and tell him you didn't love him either. “Guess I'll just have to take your word for it then, won't I?”

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Jake Seresin had always been a good dad, you had never questioned him on his ability to go above and beyond for his children. That was something you never had to worry about. As you plated up dinner, the laughter of your three children coming from the living room made you smile to yourself. They were loved so fiercely.

“Alright, let's get ready for dinner, yeah? Mums been cooking up a storm in here.” Jake rounded the corner with Sam hand in hand. “Smells so damn good in here.” You again smiled to yourself as Jake can to stand beside you at the kitchen counter, watching as you scooped some pasta bake onto five plates.

“When's the last time you had a home cooked meal?” It was a simple question but Jake really had to think about it for a moment as he reached over to steal a cucumber slice from the chopped salad.

“Does food from the bar count?” He asked with a half cocked smile, knowing full well that Penny's burgers and fries wouldn’t be considered home cooked in your opinion.

“No–” You grinned as Jake leaned in from behind you, trapping you between him and the counter with both arms encompassing you. “No, when's the last time it was a home cooked meal?” Jake didn't reply right away, he simply inhaled your scent slowly from behind you and took in the comforting scent of elderberry and juniper. He missed that all encompassing feeling, that safe and warming feeling of your presence.

“Uh—probably the last time you cooked for me.” Jake noticed the moment you paused at his words, the revelation that you were having. “And it was probably pasta bake, with salad and pork chops, like what we’re having right now.”

“It’s always your favourite—“ It was clear from the very beginning that both you and Jake were getting caught in the moment. But as his hands slowly make their way from the counter top to hips, you know you were too far gone to press the pause button. “Jacob—“

“I'm a simple man.” Jake cooed as he brought one of his hands up to move your hair from one side of your neck. “Lucy tells me you love me.”

“She’s got a pretty wild imagination that daughter of ours.” You teased as Jake pressed his lips against your neck in a sweet gesture of gratitude for the woman who gave him three beautiful children. “You need to stop—“ You sighed into Jake's warm embrace as he pulled away and let his chin fall to your shoulder. “I don’t know where or what you've been in recently.”

“I think she said her name was Vanessa.” Jake taunted as he held you tightly from behind. He felt you tense in his embrace at the very idea he’d been with someone other than you. But you couldn’t hold it against him, not now, the pair of you were separated. You held no claim on the man you had left in favour of putting yourself first.

But that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt.

“Vanessa a name I should remember?” You asked with a little attitude in your tone Jake caught immediately. He couldn’t help but to smirk at the idea you were a little jealous of his very infrequent conquests. He loved you to the end of the world but this was such a frustrating situation to be in. What was a guy supposed to do? Be celebate in hopes his wife came running back?

“Nope—“ Jake reassured you with another kiss to the neck. “I’m not ready to let you go, I thought maybe I could if I just leaned into the whole thing, whatever it is that we’re doing, but I’m just not ready to let you go.”

“Have you?” Jake had to clear his throat when he asked. “Been with anyone, that is?”

“Do you think between work, raising three kids with your DNA and missing you that I’d have time to get laid?” You knew what Jake would latch onto, the part where you said you missed him. You saw the light in his eye as you turned in his embrace to face him with a mischievous smile plastered across your face.

“You miss me?” Yes. Yes you did. With all your might you missed him everyday and every night. But it didn’t change what the two of you became.

“Don’t try your luck—“ You argued, shrugging Jake's query off like the answer was obvious. To him it was, you did miss him. Other sailors tend to recognise other sailors on the sea and Jake missed you tenfold.

“Oh I’m feeling like the luckiest guy in the whole world right now.” You could feel Jake pressing himself against you, silently but not so subtly telling you exactly what this whole encounter was doing to him.

“Really? Is that so?” You asked like you weren’t aware of the rock hard erection pressing against your pelvis. Jake just pressed his lips together in an attempt to hold off the crimson red from creeping up his neck and cheeks. But he wasn’t backing down from a challenge, especially when you were leaving all the right doors unlocked for him to walk right through.

“So lucky that I couldn’t help but to notice the spare bed hasn’t even been made up?”

“Oh so you assumed I’d be your personal chef and the maid tonight?” You countered as you looked around for your three small children, not wanting to expose them to such x-rated content before you slowly but surely sunk your hand into the sweatpants Jake had recently changed into. Damn those grey sweats and damn Jake for going commando. “You are perfectly capable of making your own bed.”

The way your palm wrapped around his length sent sparks through Jake's body like nothing he’d ever felt before. Your touch was so beautiful and elegant, like you knew exactly what he needed and where he wanted it.

“Or I could just sleep in yours, with you.” Jake nearly begged as your fist slid up and down his hardened length, feeling him twitch under your control. “Honey—“ He nearly moaned as he fell forward into you, letting his forehead rest against yours. “You’re killing me here.”

“What don’t you get about the fact we’re separated?” You asked almost teasingly like you weren’t pumping him slowly as dinner cooled on the counter behind you while your kids played in the living room.

“For as long as you have my last name, you’re my wife, end of story.” Butterflies, that’s how you’d describe the feeling inside you when Jake, your somewhat ex husband, told you you were still his. You never wanted to not be his, but you were sure that Vanessa maybe wondered if she’d ever be his too.

“Oh you are so full of yourself.” You slowly but surely pulled your hand out from Jake’s sweats and watched him nearly deflate at the loss of sensation, but he never missed a beat, Jake was quick like that, he always had been.

“You could be full of me too if you just let your guard down a little.”

“Jake!!” You slapped his chest firmly as your kids all rushed in at the smell of food.

“I’ll take my stuff upstairs shall I?” He grinned ear to ear, knowing by the way your jaw remained on the ground he had you hook, line and sinker.

“Yeah, you can, to the spare room you idiot.” You watched as Jake fixed himself up and headed in the direction of the stairs. You were still so in love with this man.

“Lenny! Where’s your mothers room?” Jake turned to your eldest son who always knew that the two of you were going to make it through whatever this rough patch was. He had friends who had divorced parents, and even at the young age of six, Lennox knew his parents didn’t hate each other.

“Upstairs to the left, it’s the messy one.” You gave your son the stink eye as he beamed up at you.

“Perfect.” Jake chuckled and sent you a wink. “I’ll be right back.” He was getting laid tonight and you both knew it.

“I’m—“ You hardly had the energy to keep your whole hard to get act up, so with a sigh, you let your guard down for the man who held your heart in the palm of his hands. “You’re unbelievably.”

“I’ve been told by the youth on base it’s called Rizz now.” Jake yelled back as he jogged up the wooden stairs, you could just barely hear him as his voice faded the higher he climbed. But nevertheless, you still heard him.

“Well I can’t wait to get both you and your ‘rizz’ out of my house!” You shouted back, Lenny just laughed as he watched his Dad pull a funny face at your words from the top of the stairs.

“You don’t mean that.” He smiled up at you. “You and dad love each other.” It made your heart skip a beat, but you had to remember that you were playing a dangerous game here. Letting Jake in now would only break his heart more. You had to do what was best for you, and that was to remain separate. At least while you were fighting for your life.

“Maybe, but he’s still a pain in my ass Lenny.”

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jellyfishxxi · 2 months

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Transformers: Genesis

Chapter 1

TRANSFORMERS (2007) x F!READER

Warnings: Implied character death

Pairings: None yet

Notes: This took so long.

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“Many know of the Allspark and its capabilities of bringing life to any planet. Many more believed it to be nothing more than a legend. But there was one other device, a device that could shape the universe to the user’s whim.”

“The Chronoforge.”

“The Chronoforge is an ancient clock that had the power to warp space, time and matter. To displace objects in time, to bring the user’s imagination to life. It was used to create the planet Cybertron, with the Allspark giving the planet life.”

“Many wanted to use the Allspark for their own gain, to create an army of Cybertronians. Many more wanted to use the Chronoforge to take other planets as Cybertron colonies. They were dubbed; The Decepticons.”

“Those who opposed, who believed freedom was the right of all races, regardless of strength or advancement, were dubbed Autobots. Fighting for the freedom of all planets.”

“War was declared between the two sides. In the final days of the Cybertron war, the Allspark was lost. The Chronoforge went with it, as if the past Primes had refused to let the device fall into the hands of a monster.”

“After years of searching, we found the resting place of the Chronoforge. Earth. The Allspark remains lost to us. We can only hope that whoever has the map now does not use it for evil.”

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QATAR - PRESENT DAY

G.I Joe had been working closely with the military for several years. Dealing with bigger threats, threats that the public shouldn’t know about. However, there was no threat this time, no enemy that required their involvement.

Yet.

“Five more months of this. I can’t wait to get home to mama’s cooking. Alligators and etouffee…” Fig’s mouth watered at the thought, causing Epps to shudder in disgust.

“You’ve been talking about nothing but barbecued gators and crickets for weeks now. That’s it, I am never going to your house, Fig. I promise you that.” Fig just rolled his eyes. “Vamos, Epps. Quizás te guste.” Fig spoke in Spanish, much to the chagrin of the others in the group.

“English, Fig. English. You know we don’t speak Spanish.” Lennox reminded him. Fig just groaned. “Why you gotta ruin it for me, man? That 's my heritage. Esa es mi vida, hombre. Mi sangre.”

Lennox just sighed. “Fine, man. Whatever.” The air was tense for a few seconds before Donnelly spoke up, breaking the short silence. “You guys remember weekends? Sox at fenway, hotdog, maybe nachos and an ice cold beer.”

Epps laughed. “Perfect day.” Fig looked at Lennox. “How about you, captain? You got a perfect day?” Lennox looked back. “Yeah. it’s happening in five months.” The other soldiers looked at him, confused. Lennox continued on.

“It’s the day I can hold my baby girl for the first time.” The others teased him, a common occurrence among their group. Lennox just laughed. “Shut up.” He spoke in a joking tone.

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The planes landed just as the sun was beginning to set. The base was in a relaxed mode, as there was no word from the G.I Joe organisation about any major threats, nor from the pentagon to keep their guards up. Many soldiers were playing basketball, taking showers, playing card games, just socialising.

As Lennox was winding down from the trip to the base, a young boy ran up to him, calling his name. “Lennox!” The qatari boy called out, running towards him holding a canteen-bag. “Hey, how are you doing?” Lennox asked him.

“Water?” Mahfouz asked, holding out the canteen. “Oh, Thank you.” He replied, taking a swig of the refreshing liquid inside. When he was done, he wiped his mouth. “ You gonna help with the gear?” He asked.

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Somewhere in the desert, an unknown Helicopter flew, approaching the base.

“Colonel Sharp,” a radar officer spoke up. “We have an unidentified aircraft, about 10 miles out.” A man approached the radar, looking over the officer’s shoulder. Indeed, the monitor showed an approaching aircraft. Sharp began speaking over the radio.

“Unidentified Aircraft, you are flying in restricted US military airspace. Squawk ident and proceed east out of the area.” There was no response from the aircraft, so Sharp spoke again on the radio.

“Raptors one and two, snap to heading two-five-zero to intercept. Bogie is in the weeds ten miles out, not squawking.” He spoke to a pair of F-22 pilots.

“Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT air base. If you do not comply, we will use deadly force.” Sharp warned the aircraft, though still, he received no reply.

That alone should have been an indicator that something was wrong.

“Copy the bogie. Tail 4500 x-ray.” The pilots reported, tailing the aircraft. In the base, an officer handed Sharp a piece of paper.

“Sir, says here that 4500 X was shot down months ago, in afghanistan.” Sharp looked over the paper, but that had to be a mistake, right? There was no possible way that 4500 X was flying through the airspace after being shot down months ago.

“Must be a mistake. Check again and re-check.” Sharp instructed the officer. “I did, sir. Friend of mine was on that chopper.”

Another officer spoke through the radio. “Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT airbase.” The sun was setting by that point as the helicopter approached.

“Radar, where’s the inbound?” Sharp asked. “Bogie’s five miles out, sir.”

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Back at the base, Lennox was on call with his wife and baby daughter. As he approached the camera, he laughed excitedly. “Hey hey, my ladies!” He exclaimed excitedly. His wife, Sara, smiled and held up their daughter. “Look.” She said, holding up the infant, who cooed.

“Oh goodness, Look at her! She’s getting so big!” Lennox exclaimed. “Look at those chubby cheeks, I just wanna chew on em.” God, baby we made a good looking kid. I know people say that all the time but we made one good looking kid.”

Sarah laughed, adjusting her daughter to sit comfortably in her lap. “She has your laugh, you know.” She said, causing Lennox to somehow look even more excited. “She laughed?” He gasped. Sarah nodded.

“Her first one, yeah.” She confirmed. “You sure she didn’t just fart?” Lennox teased, causing Sarah to laugh. “No, she’s a lady.” The baby cried a little. “She doesn’t know you yet, but she will.”

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Sharp monitored the feed of the chopper landing. “4500 X. something’s not right here.” The room was abuzz with chatter as the chopper landed on base. “Bogie’s on the deck.” An officer spoke.

A radar officer spoke up. “Woah, woah, woah, Radar’s jammed. The chopper, it’s putting out a signal.” The radar glitched, the power flickering. Armed soldiers quickly surrounded the chopper, with Sharp’s voice coming over the radio waves.

“MH-53 pilot, power down now.” The chopper started powering down. Inside, the ‘man’ controlling it seemed to… glitch. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“Have your crew step out or we will kill you.” It was tense for a few seconds. The chopper stopped completely, the blades of the rotor suddenly freezing in place as the mechanism extended, the blades folding back.

“Hold your fire!” A soldier shouted. Whirring noises came from the chopper, which quickly began transforming into Blackout, unleashing a full assault on the base.

Blackout began to shoot, killing many men and destroying multiple cars and machines. Even with the bloodshed, he didn’t stop. On the hunt, searching for something. A terminal. He let out a shockwave, breaking all of the glass within the area and continued his hunt.

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“They bombed the antenna farm!” Epps shouted as he ran through the base. “We’re under attack!” Blackout continued shooting as soldiers ran out of firing range, some even getting in cars to avoid the assault and counterfire.

Though it turns out that wasn’t the brightest of ideas, as multiple cars flipped over themselves in the resulting explosions.

Blackout blew the roof off of a building, reaching in to grab the main database, ripping it out. Images flashed on one of the monitors, classified images of a project forgotten by everyone except those given clearance to see it. Those at the US SOCCENT base were not of those people.

“Cut the hard lines, it’s going after the files!” Sharp commanded through the chaos. One of the officers struggled with the box. “Damnit, it’s locked! I need a key!” Sharp, instead of wasting time getting a key like a normal person, proceeded to grab an axe and manually destroy the hard lines before Blackout could get what he was after.

Upon realising this, Blackout decided the best course of action would be Murder. Because why not.

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Lennox led Mahfouz and Fig through the chaos of flying sparks and metal, instructing the boy to hide in a crevice to avoid being hurt or killed.

Eppz ran through the, now battlefield, tripping on Blackout’s foot, alerting the con to his presence. He looked straight up, snapping a picture as Blackout scanned him. Blackout’s face then shifted into a gun.

“What the?!” Epps exclaimed in horror and confusion as he scurried away. Fig shot a flare into Blackout’s back, causing the con to cry out in confusion and pain. Lennox dragged Epps away as Scorponok launched off of his back, burrowing in the sand.

Blackout let out three large blasts, killing anyone who hadn’t managed to run away or who wasn’t already dead.

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You sat in history class, listening to other students give their genealogy reports. You were bored. Most of the reports were the same anyway. ‘Famous’ relative after ‘famous’ relative. You had taken to just looking out the window and ignoring everything by the time Sam Witwicky went up.

He brought out a bag of stuff, pouring it out on the table. You could see Mr Hosney visibly roll his eyes at this.

“Sorry, sorry. I got a lot of stuff.” Sam spoke, right before one of the jocks of the class, Trent, flicked a rubber-band towards him. You didn’t pay attention to whatever Mr Hosney said to that. Sam continued on regardless.

“So for my genealogy report, I chose to do a report on my great great grandfather. He was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer, as he was one of the first to explore, The arctic circle.” Sam held up a map, likely a very old map.

Belongs in a museum. You thought to yourself. “Which was a big deal.” Sam spoke. “He led an expedition of 41 men to the arctic shelf in the late 1800s, 1897 being exact.” Sam placed the map down, picking up another object.

“So that’s the story. Here, here we have some of the basic tools used by 19th century seamen.” The class laughed, but Sam continued. “This here’s the uh, the quadrant, which you can get for 80$. It’s all for sale, by the way.”

“Like the sextant,” He held up another object. The class laughed again. You just mostly tuned the rest of the would-be auction out, waiting for Sam to continue with the actual presentation.

“Sorry, Sorry. Anyways, um, Unfortunately, My great-great grandfather, despite being a genius, wound up going blind and insane after that expedition, drawing weird symbols in a psycho ward and babbling on about a metal man in the ice.” Sam put the old newspaper and paper down, picking up his diary.

“He also wrote in a journal of sorts, about something called the Chronoforge.” Sam opened the book and began reading a passage.

“Verily, the days have slipped through my grasp like grains of sand in a tempest. The year, I am told by the markings on a calendar, is 1900. Since the conclusion of our arduous expedition, I find myself beset by visions of peculiar symbols, haunting my every waking moment. Alas, my shipmates dismiss my accounts as the ravings of a deluded mind, and perhaps they are not mistaken in their judgment.”

“In addition to these mystifying symbols, I have beheld a phenomenon beyond comprehension. Its nature eludes my feeble understanding, yet one word echoes relentlessly in my thoughts: Chronoforge. What manner of artifact or entity it may be, I cannot fathom. Nor do I possess any knowledge of its purpose, its whereabouts, or its significance. However, one fact remains starkly apparent: a being fashioned of metal, akin to a man yet not of mortal flesh, harbors an insatiable desire for this enigmatic Chronoforge. So great is his yearning that he willingly subjected himself to a frozen slumber, spanning many years, in pursuit of his elusive quarry.”

Sam held up the diary. “This is one of the last pieces of writing that’s coherent. He then draws pictures of what is presumably the Chronoforge, and mazes. The same maze, repeated over and over.” This intrigued you.

“This is 30$, and I’ll even pair it with the glasses if you buy it now.” Sam spoke, still trying to sell stuff. The bell rang before Mr Hosney could speak. “Alright, there might be a pop quiz tomorrow, might not. Sleep in fear.” He spoke to the leaving students.

As you walked into the hallway, placing the books you didn’t need in your locker, Your friend Mikaela caught up with you. “I thought you were asleep, Honestly.” She said, causing you to jokingly roll your eyes.

“You gotta admit that was kinda boring. Trent just went off on a tangent about football, half the ‘famous’ relatives in there weren’t even the cool kind of famous and Sam just kept trying to sell us stuff.” You turned to her.

“Except the last bit, about the diary.” Mikaela laughed. You worked well together because you both had your things that most people wouldn’t expect girls to be into. Mikaela liked cars, and she was a beast in an auto-repair shop, and you liked puzzles. Not just the puzzle games either, mysteries.

“I figured that’d interest you. A weird object nobody’s ever heard of before now? Has your name written all over it.” Mikaela spoke. The both of you noticed Sam leaving the class. Mikaela looked at you. You looked at her. A silent communication.

You went towards Sam. “Sam! Hey!” You called out for him. He looked towards you, seemingly wanting to hurry the conversation, like he had somewhere to be.

He did, but you had no clue about that.

“The diary, it was how much? 20?” You asked him. He blinked, like he was processing the fact that someone actually wanted to buy from him. “30$..” He replied. You took out your wallet, handing him a 20 and a 10. He held out the diary, and you eagerly took it, though being gentle not to cause damage, more damage anyway, to the old book.

You went back to Mikaela, who had watched the exchange. “So.. Now you have this old man’s diary. What are you gonna do with it?” She asked you. You placed the book in your bag, turning back to her.

“I’m gonna take it, and then I’m gonna read it.” You spoke. Mikaela nodded, sighing as Trent called her. “Good luck.” You laughed, patting her shoulder as you walked out of the school.

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“Optimus, I’ve found the diary. It’s with a human female, approximately 18 years old.” A female voice sounded. There was a quiet hum before a male voice spoke through the radio.

“Tail her. The diary must not fall into Decepticon hands.” Optimus spoke, before the radio went silent.

“I won’t let you down, sir.” Arcee spoke, using her holoform as a disguise of some sorts and riding off after you.

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That afternoon, You were going through the diary. Your phone buzzed, breaking your concentration.

U sure u don’t want 2 come? - Mikaela

Lol, yeah. Trent annoys me. - ______

Alr, cu tmrw - Mikaela

You put your phone back down, continuing to read the diary. It started out as a simple captain's log, things a seaman in the 19th century would note down. Weather patterns, landmark notes, position of the ship, departure time, ect. Then, there was an entry about the metal man.

On that desolate expanse of ice, amidst the biting winds and the unforgiving cold, I chanced upon a spectacle beyond the ken of mortal man. A figure, towering tall as a cathedral spire, encased in a frozen embrace that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. His form, wrought entirely of metal, stood as a testament to some arcane craftsmanship beyond comprehension.

At first glance, I deemed him lifeless, a monument to the harshness of our polar surroundings. Yet, to my astonishment, he stirred; his eyes, aglow with an otherworldly radiance, pierced the darkness and laid bare the depths of my soul. It was then that I realized, with a shiver that transcended mere physical chill, that life yet pulsed within his metallic frame.

As his luminous gaze enveloped me, I found myself ensnared in a web of ethereal illumination, revealing to my bewildered senses a tapestry of symbols so cryptic and alien that they seared themselves into the recesses of my consciousness. Amongst this profusion of enigmatic glyphs, one word burned with an intensity that eclipsed all others: Chronoforge. What dark mysteries lay concealed within this word, I dare not contemplate. Yet, its resonance has plagued my every waking moment since our departure from the icy confines of the arctic realm, haunting my dreams with an insistent urgency that defies explanation.

You noted that word again; Chronoforge. Going through the diary some more, you saw drawings. The same drawings Sam had mentioned in his report. Drawings of a mysterious clock-like object, and mazes. The same maze repeated over and over, getting more and more deranged, messier and messier, until it stopped.

You could only assume that when it stopped, he had died.

“What were you trying to say..?” You spoke to yourself, getting a piece of paper and drawing the maze. It was odd. The ‘maze’ looped back on itself multiple times with what seemed like X’s in various places that got scribbled out. If it was a maze, it was a freakin’ weird one.

You sat there, staring at the maze for what felt like, and probably was, hours. Tracing the paths of the maze. Looking out your window, you could see the sun was beginning to set. You stood up from your desk, sighing and left your room, deciding that you needed a break before you went completely nuts.

As you walked outside, you saw something in the dim light of the sunset that definitely wasn’t there before. A motorbike, a really good motorbike that you wouldn’t be able to afford, even if you dropped out of highschool and worked 2 jobs for 20 years.

Walking up to the bike, you found a note. “Free bike. Keys are in ignition.” You spoke, reading the note’s content aloud. Looking around, you didn’t see any obvious cameras, nor someone peeking out from behind a bush, waiting to jump out and scare you like in those god awful prank shows.

“This cannot be real.” You spoke. “There is no way a bike this good is just, here. For free.” You looked around again, taking the keys into your hands, feeling them. “There has to be something wrong with it. A broken exhaust, or leaking oil chamber, or damaged steering, or…” You looked the bike over again.

“Or it’s just a really good bike.” You spoke. Looking around one last time, you rolled the bike into your garage, prepared to show it off at school tomorrow.

You failed to notice the keychain’s weird shape.

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TO BE CONTINUED..

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