Hunting Season (A Transformers AU)

Chapter 1

I knew what I heard, and I knew what it wasn't. I lived to far away from society. I knew it wasn't a truck, a plane. No air paths had been over my house in years.
But that's exactly what it was.
The sound of a jet engine failing, crashing into the ground. The fire I could see from my bedroom window.
There was only one option to what it could be; Decepticon.

Swiftly I grabbed my jacket and a pair of slippers, rushing out the back door and into the woods. All I had to do was follow the fire. The blazing light formed from the impact.

If it landed here then there must be an Autobot close behind. I could just leave it to be taken care of...but that felt wrong.

I looked at it as it had landed. The black and purple paint of the F-15 Eagle was torn from its plating. Its wings were shot, busted, scrap.
The tires were shot out, and falling off. But I couldn't overlook the huge scratched up insignia on its wings. Like it had tried to hide its faction.
It didn't want to die!
The words ran threw my head like wildfire.
Maybe it doesn't have to.

If I was going to save it I had to earn its trust first. Quietly I made my way to its side, running a gentle hand across its chipping plates.
"It's alright. I won't tell them. Your safe but if you want to remain hidden then we have to hurry." I was nervous about this. What if it killed me. It easily could!
But its expression spoke otherwise. It transformed infront of me, keeping its wings low to its back, the black and purple paint made it look ominous in the dark, not to mention the glowing red optics that kept flickering in the dark. It stood a good four or five stories taller than myself. But it didn't stay that way for long, collapsing into the dirt with a huff. I walked around it, looking into it's optics. Pain. It's hurt.
"I'm Casey. And you are?"

"You need to leave." The voice was masculine but raspy and quiet.

"I'm not leaving until your hidden better. Get up."

"I'm a Decepticon. I could kill you in one-"

"But you haven't." A subtle note but an obvious one. "If you wanted me dead you could squash me easily. But you haven't. I'm guessing either because your too weak." Or because you know if you online your weapons systems they can track you.

I didn't say it. But he knew.
"Your the girl who repaired Hot Rod aren't you?" I nodded.

My mother worked with the Autobots, so did my father. Now both lived in a place far from Earth, forever heros. After her death I saved the life of a young Autobot scout by turning his weapons system off and helping him hide. I repared him and kept him from falling apart. I was sixteen at the time.

Now I was twenty-three and trying to convince a Decepticon to hide in my garage.

"You don't want to die, do you?" A small question, but with a lot of meaning. Slowly he pushed himself to his peds, a painful sight really, as he collapsed back to his side, energon leaking from multiple spots.

"Can you transform?" He shook his head. I was unfortunately running out of ideas.

"Your going to have to get up."

"Let me offline." He growled.

"You weren't thinking that when you scrated your wings up." He raised his wings slightly.

"Why do you care what happens to me?" Another growl, but more gentle.

"Because, humans would do the same thing to survive as you all did. Your the same race and want the same thing, but you have no reason to die. You might of killed a few humans here or there by order, but would you of done it if you had no reason to?"

His optics flicked to the west, his wings immediately lowering.
"I know you hear it too." I muttered, slowly he forced himself to his peds again. Looking down at me.
"Lets go."

I rushed back towards my home, him following. While I'll admit, a Decepticon running after you is a bit overwhelming, this time it was for a good reason, a good cause.
As soon as we were behind my house I opened the garage, him crawling in, then closing the door. I went in threw the front door, walking into the garage threw the inside door, only to find the F-15 parked next to my car.
"I thought you couldn't transform." I grumbled.

"I didn't fit otherwise." Raspy and weak again.

I gave a gentle nod, walking closer as I heard the tires drive past my house.
"You didn't tell anyone did you?" He asked. He sounded terrified.
"No. I came in the house and came straight into here. No time to." He moved the flaps on his wings, adjusting them before transforming back, sitting crosslegged.

"So why did you save me?" Confusion in his voice.

I pulled a ladder over.
"I'm going to try and repair you, can you hold the ladder so I don't fall?" 
He gave a laugh, causing me to ask. "What?"

His responce was unsettling, but I knew he was only being honest.
"I'm more likely to push it over."

I glared at him and he released a chuckle. "Just kidding."

"Better be. Now hold the damn ladder before you bleed out." I grumbled. He held it up with the end of his digit, watching as I climbed up. Quickly I began removing plates, reparing damaged wires and fuel lines.
"So what's your title?" He muttered.

"My title?"

"Yes your title."

"You mean my name?" I asked. He gave me a confused tilt of his head before nodding.
"My name is Casey. I told you earlier. Whats yours?"

"Skywarp."
I nodded and continued working with what I had. When I looked back up his optics were off.
"You ok?" I asked. They flickered back on.
"Yea, fine. Sorry." He muttered. I shook my head.
"It's fine. You rest, you need it." He nodded and his optics went back offline, his head tilted to the side. I'd wake him when I was done. There was a small box hidden in his chest, which had small cybertronian writing all over it. When I touched it he jerked awake, staring down at me.
"I'm not removing it. Don't worry. Just continue resting." He didn't, he watched me the rest of the time, and each time I got near the box he poked the ladder, making it wobble.

"Can you stop?"

"Can I? Affirmative. Am I going to? No."

"I'm not going to mess with the box."

"I don't believe you "

"Why's it bother you so much?" He didn't respond after that, he just kept watching me. I sighed and got down.

"Ok Skywarp. I'm done for now. I can't do anymore with you till you trust me and that little black box of yours together." I moved the ladder away and he transformed back into the F-15, then back to his cybertronian form, huffing slightly.
"It's your wings isn't it?" He looked down at me.
"What?"

"The reason you keep huffing. It's because of your wings isn't it?"
He looked at me, nodding softly, lifting them with a grown.

"I can try and fill them in, but I dont know how much good that'll do." He shook his head.

"It's fine. No need to tonight. You go rest. Thank you." Slowly I nodded, getting down and going back into the house after he transformed back to the F-15.

Slowly I went to my room. Laying down and trying to sleep. However, I couldn't rest, not with him out there. A Decepticon...in my garage.
What the hell was I thinking...