Shatter (Transformers), x Male Reader ~New Story~

Chapter 5: The Human Element

*Some of Shatter's systems had been repaired, and she decided it was the perfect time to test a device she had not used before whilst on earth. It would be the perfect way to provide new insight into (Y/n)'s behavior the night prior.*

(Y/n) felt the pain of the hangover before he woke, his mind throbbed in pain as the regret began to set into his mind.

But he knows he deserved it, after what he did all those years ago.

(Y/n) let out a muffled groan as he blinked away the drowsiness he felt from long hours of slumber. The sun cast itself through the window in his bedroom shining into his eyes making (Y/n) growl in annoyance and cover his face with his pillow.

But the pounding headache he was feeling wasn't going to let him drift back to sleep either.

Ugh, he needed some water and medicine.

Begrudgingly, the hungover man lifted himself from his bed and made his way into his kitchen. As soon as he entered the kitchen his vision swam and his stomach churned from his sudden movement causing him to rush to the sink and retch his guts into said sink.

(Y/n) felt no better after puking into the sink he slumped down onto the floor and closed his eyes wishing he was dead.

"Never seen a human do that before." A familiar female voice said startling (Y/n) out of his self-pity.

Confused and startled, (Y/n) pulled himself to his feet leaning and turned around to find a strange woman sitting on a chair at the counter a bored expression on her features.

(Y/n) blinked not fully aware of the fact that a stranger was essentially in his house watching him puke his hangover away.

The woman smirked in amusement at his confusion and blatant misery. Her red eyes looked him over studying him watching his every movement and mentally documenting it.

The Woman was a caucasian and her very presence declared reserved professionalism.

Her Red hair was cut short and was swept back neatly, a single strand fell loose over her brow her facial features were that of any man's fantasy, she looked like a supermodel. The woman looked to be in her late twenties, early thirties.

Her attire was that of a two-piece suit, she wore a plain white suit shirt with a red blazer and silver tie and a familiar symbol crest was pinned over the tie knot all with black fitted leather gloves that seemed to fit her hands snugly.

It was the same symbol Shatter wore on her paint job proudly.

She also wore black suit pants and black Oxfords, a pistol sat in a holster strapped to her thigh.

Her whole style reminded (Y/n) of a secret agent, she even had an earpiece in her ear the microphone extended from the device hovering over the corner of her mouth.

"Who the fuck are you?" (Y/n) hissed out fighting the urge to vomit...again.

The woman's smirk grew and she let out a familiar chuckle, she seemed to find entertainment from his confusion and misery.

"You asked me that question last night, I don't want to repeat myself again human-(Y/n)." The woman said with mild annoyance she seemed like she expected this reaction but did not want to infer any further.

(Y/n) groaned.

"Please tell me I didn't take you home last night and you're some kind of fucking detective." (Y/n) moaned out, he did NOT feel like dealing with any police officers right now.

The woman laughed at his plea and shook her head.

"No, you took me home a few stellar cycles ago, and in a way, I am a detective in a manner of speaking, just not one from this planet." The woman explained giving him more clues.