Rewrite the Stars

Chapter 18 - Adding a Cuckoo to the N.E.S.T

OC P.O.V

As we drove back towards my apartment in downtown Diego Garcia, I wondered what was going to become of me. Like a lot of other people, I had watched the movies where civilians who knew something they shouldn't about the Government were taken away to be interrogated for hours or days at a time. Beaten and tortured to within an inch of their lives at the hands of madmen bent on turning them to their will.

I swallowed down rising bile at the thought of what might happen to me. No matter what though, one thing was for sure. I was NEVER going to do anything to put my family at risk, especially Prime.

As the scenery whipped by and we rapidly approached our destination, I reflected back on that fateful night at Turtle Cove when we both allowed ourselves to be vulnerable in front of each other. Since then, Prime and I had grown closer, developing a deep mutual respect and understanding towards each other.

While Jazz was perhaps my best friend within the Autobots, Prime was //something more, something special// the thought coalesced in my mind even as I consciously thought about it. I didn't get a chance to pursue that thought any further though as I heard the passenger in the front seat, the one who had handcuffed me and confronted Lennox, answer his phone.

''Sir! Are you sure? We have the woman in our custody right now enroute to her dwelling.'' There was a pause, and I could see his jaw clench in annoyance. ''Yes Sir. Understood.'' The last word seemed to be wrenched from his lips as though he was fighting to obey the direct command he had been given.

Without a word, the large SUV was hastily turned around and pointed back in the direction we had just come from. A snarky, irritated voice was directed to me from the front seat, ''So, looks like it is your lucky day Orianna. Isn't it nice to have friends in high places?'' He turned to face me after asking the rhetorical question, as if wanting a reply. He then looked me up and down, in a twisted menacing, leering manner before saying, ''I'm not sure what talents you have used to make these friends and influence them, but it seems they have worked in your favour.'' He held an ugly sneer on what would have otherwise been considered a handsome face to most people.

''I hope it rots,'' was my simple reply.

He fixed me with a confused stare and blinked once, ''Hope what rots?''

I adopted my best blank expression and levelled my gaze at him, ''Whatever it is that crawled up your arse and died today.''

I heard a light snicker from the man driving the car which was enough to send ''G.I. Joe'' into apoplexy. ''Who the FUCK do you think you are? You are nothing but a freak and a stuck-up bitch and I guarantee you, one day you'll get yours you piece of shit.''

I could feel anger rising in me, along with a healthy dose of defiance. ''Your little robot friends and that pansy Lennox won't always be around to protect you and when they aren't,'' he laughed in a low, disturbing chuckle, ''THAT'S when you'll be taken down.''

I fixed him with an icy stare, ''Are you threatening me arsehole?''

He stared at me a moment longer. ''Oh, I don't make threats. I make promises,'' his eyes held a wildness to them, and I could tell even the driver of the car was questioning his sanity.

I should have been terrified, but I only felt anger towards this dick. How dare he belittle the Autobots and Lennox, how dare he threaten my family. I lent ever so slightly forward in my seat, Hanger 1 loomed large in the window, and in the deadliest whisper I could muster I replied to him, ''Good. I hope you keep your promise you pathetic sack of shit and seek me out one day. No body threatens my family, or me for that matter, and gets away with it – bring it!'' I continued to hold my gaze even as the car pulled up and I saw Lennox and Prime walking towards me, the others not far behind them.