A Deceptive Heart

A/N: This idea came to me after I watched the movie for the first time. I hope you like.

Lieutenant Kit Allender aka Obsidian, sighed heavily as she ran a hand through her long dark locks. She was walking on the landing pad on the deck of the battleship U.S.S. Jackson. The stars and moon shown with a strange brightness on this warm night, as if trying to tell her something was coming. Moving towards where her jet sat she hauled herself up the ladder. Her F-18 was marked by her name and call sign under the canopy. With care she climbed into the cockpit and laid back to think. Her fellow pilots knew this was a normal thing for her so they didn't come rushing to the plane to see who was screwing with it. She saw a shooting star and made a wish even though she knew it would never come true. Looking at the stars she began to put the constellations together in her head and remembering the tales the went with some of them. When she was younger she had loved mythology and old gods. Looking up she spotted the brightest star out there and sighed softly. After hours of star gazing, she yawned tiredly. Getting up she climbed out of her jet and shut the canopy. Looking over her shoulder before she touched the ground, she noticed an odd symbol of one of the newer jets. She had never seen this particular symbol even though her mind was telling her that she had seen it before but from where was the question at hand. Her brows furrowed in confusion. Moving forward Kit reached up to touch the symbol and traced it carefully.

Her eyes widened. She had been in the city where the battle between the aliens had taken place. This symbol had been on the bad ones. For some reason she wasn't afraid even though she should have been afraid. She wondered briefly if her wish had been answered. If this was one of them he could easily rip this place to shreds. With a heavy sigh she backed away from the jet.

"You know you shouldn't hide among us," she told the jet. "They'll capture you as soon as you transform."

She turned her back on the jet and walked away not feeling in the least bit stupid for talking to a maybe alien robot that can transform. The pilot half expected him to shift and destroy her to keep the fact that he was there a secret, but nothing stirred but the tropical breeze at her passing. Shrugging her shoulders she headed to her barracks and went to sleep.

Sometime later she awoke for no apparent reason. Getting up she got dress in her uniform and went out onto the deck. Something wasn't right and she wanted to know what it was. There was a gap beside her jet and she realized what had happened. The jet transformer had taken off. Kit wondered if it had a cloaking device to hide its movements from the radar of the tower, but that didn't explain the silent retreat. No matter what there was always the roar of an engine as it took off from the deck. To her it was a comforting sound. Shaking off old memories she looked around to see if the jet may have moved to keep her away. Once she searched and turned nothing up she assumed it leaving was for the best.

Shaking her head she returned to her room. Opening up an old faded sketch book she began to work on a fresh page on something that she had thought of while on deck. Like most nights her sleep was broken by odd noises of the ship. Rolling over she went back to sleep but was awakened by a loud thump next door. Groaning in annoyance she rolled over again and placed her pillow over her head to try and block out the noises her neighbors were making. The third time she woke to an odd metal on metal grating sound but it came from above her. Shrugging it off as nothing she saw that once her clock read 5:30 a.m. she got up and headed towards the mess hall. Her breakfast was eaten in silence considering everyone else was asleep but a few cooks that rose really early to start making breakfast, and of course the cooks knew her all to well and started early on her account.

"Good morning Lieutenant," one of the cook said.

"Morning, Jake," she replied.

He was a low ranked person so therefore he had chef duty today even though he didn't mind doing it. She suspected that the Captain had something to do with Jake becoming head chef on the ship. He had studied to be a chef in college a year or two before being enlisted in the navy.

"Couldn't sleep again Shadow?" he asked.

Most of the chef crew knew that the Lt. had problems sleeping considering most sounds awoke her. They always called her shadow because she could be there one minute and gone the next.

"Yeah something like that."

Jake sat down beside his friend. He noticed that she looked more exhausted than usual. The cook wanted to ask why but held back.

"Did you see anything cool last night while star gazing?"

Kit nearly choked on the fork full of scrambled eggs in her mouth at that question. Jake patted her on the back to get her to breath properly again. Once she had steady breaths she looked at him curiously.

"No, just a shooting star."

"Did you make a wish, when I was little…"

"I use to make wishes but in the end they never come true."

Kit worked hard to rebury those memories before tears could form in her eyes. Shaking her head she finished her breakfast and left the quiet Jake behind her.

Going up to the message board to see what she was doing on this day it read,

'Obsidian: standard exercises up against Wild Card. 1100 hrs.'

Kit groaned softly. She hated going up against Wild Card. He was so competitive and thought he was the best pilot on this ship. It was kind of sad really considering he was only third best on the ship in aerial assault tactics. She was in 2nd place in that division. The first best was never known considering no one ever went up against him in training. Going back to her room she leaned back against the head board of her bed and realized why no one ever went into combat against the 1st place in aerial assaults. It was the pilot of the jet on the other side of hers. It wasn't the new jet either even though she was sure that, that transformer could whip the crap out of any human pilot. Sighing softly she lay back down and drifted off into a light sleep where horrible dreams shook her sleeping form.

Dream sequence

Kit walked through her city. Something was off. There were no people on the streets as she moved down them as if in slow mo. She found it odd at that time of day as her vision shifted to the watch on her wrist and then back up again. The sound of something heavy falling made her jerk her head to see what it was. A large bone chilling robot was attacking one much smaller than himself. The smaller one seemed to be having trouble keeping the big robot at bay. The large one was leaping towards her but the smaller one caught the bigger one in mid leap and both crashed to the ground causing debris to fly out all around them. The ground shook and a rumbling sound echoed through the ghost town. The big robot threw the smaller on off of him into a building and leapt for her again.

"Give me the cube!" the big robot shouted.

She backed away and watched as the smaller robot slammed into the big one again.

"Run!" the smaller robot shouted.

Her mind and body were shouting two different orders. Her heart was shouting to go and try to help her companion and her body was fighting the flight reflex by doing as he said and run. Her heart won out in the end as she rushed towards her fallen companion as he was thrown into the nearest glass building. She didn't care as glass reigned down upon her form as she scrambled to get near his head. He was trying to get up but fell back clearly lacking the energy to rise.

"You have to get up!" she heard herself shout.

"Sorry, you have to run."

"I'm not leaving you!"

"Run! Kit go!"

She didn't budge even though she knew that it was her last chance to do so. Looking over she saw the larger robot slowly advance on them a menacing smirk gracing his features. Her body shook in fear but she remained strong as she knelt beside her fallen companion. Her hand was resting calmly on his shoulder plate near his head.

"Do you think you could hide it from me girl?" the large robot bellowed.

"I'll never let you get the power that you seek," she snarled.

For some reason her bravery was coming back ten folds seeing her fallen companion struggling to rise and fight against the bigger robot.

"Run ,Kit I'll hold him off as long as I can."

"I'm staying."

"You can't let the cube fall into his grasp."

"I know that but I can't betray my heart and leave you behind."

He turned his glowing eyes on hers and for a moment she saw true emotion in his eyes. There was so much rushing into her mind at once that she was overwhelmed by it all. Her body betrayed her and she rose and ran. Her companion rose to his feet and faced the other robot ready to do battle again. His eyes left hers as he leapt for the bigger robot. To her horror the bigger robot caught him in mid leap by the head and tore the head clean off. Then with a cruel laugh the big robot threw the severed head in her direction. It rolled to a stop right at her feet. His eyes still glowed all be it dimly.

"Run," was his last words to her before his eyes went dark.

"NO!!" she screamed to the heavens even if she knew the bigger robot was coming her way.

Bowing her head she was sure that tears were flowing freely.

End dream

Kit came awake breathing heavily. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. Never had her dreams been this vivid and heart wrenching. Sitting up she threw her legs over the edge of her bed and folded her hands in her lap. She was fighting several instincts. The most predominate one was to run to the flight deck and see if the jet was still sitting out there trying to hide himself among the normal F-18s on the ship. Calming herself quickly knowing that there was no need to panic at that moment. Panicking ended up badly so she practiced the air of staying calm. Getting up she changed into her flight gear and headed out to the hanger once her clock struck 10:50.

She had to shield her eyes from the sun as she emerged from the darkness of the lower decks. Moving towards her end of the deck she saw her F-18 sitting in its normal place, and like the days before that odd symbol on the side of the other F-18 was clear as day. Something inside her made a heavy sigh of relief escape her throat. Shaking her head she moved forward towards her F-18 and prepped her plane for launch.