Transformers © Hasbro. The movie belongs to Michael Bay. The girls, on the other hand, belong to us.

And the second rewrite is here! Sit back and enjoy!

ch 1

Deigo Garcia was hardly a place for kids, and yet there were three young women running around like they owned the place. Lennox supposed they probably did. After all, they were more of a help than a hindrance and Optimus would hear nothing of making them leave. Most of the soldiers looked forward to seeing them at the base – especially after a battle-gone-to-hell like they had just had. They made the base just a bit more cheerful.

Even if they were bickering with the Twins.

"I could have done it." Sunstreaker, the bright yellow Corvette Stingray, muttered, crossing his arms over his chassis. His twin, a flame red Stingray, merely laughed at him. Jazz and Bumblebee – as well as another newcomer, a Dodge Charger police cruiser named Prowl – were sitting near him, out of the immediate view of the rest of the base.

"And scratched your paintjob." Sideswipe teased.

Jess grinned and went to examine Sunstreaker's paintjob. "Is that a scratch?" she asked, pointing up at his back.

Heather, who was standing just behind Jess, laughed. "Yeah – a nice long one, too. Looks like it goes straight up."

"What?" Sunstreaker twisted around, trying to see his back. "Where is it?"

By this time, Sideswipe, Bumblebee, and Raven were all dying laughing at Sunstreaker. Prowl and Jazz exchanged amused looks. "Sunny, ya ain' gonna see it." Jazz teased, getting in on the fun. "It's in the middle of yer back. Ya ain' that flexible!"

Sideswipe smirked. "That's not what Bluestreak says."

"HEY!"

Jess grinned. "You might want to go get it fixed. It's kinda obvious."

Heather was holding on to Prowl's foot while trying not to fall over. Prowl glanced down at her. "It's not that funny, you know." he said dryly.

"Sure it is!" Heather grinned. "Especially since I haven't had to deal with him for the past couple million years."

"At least you see it from my perspective."

As Prowl and Heather were talking, Sunstreaker had taken off to have Ratchet 'fix' his paintjob. Prowl merely smiled at his retreating, pristine back. "Should someone tell him that was a joke?" he asked.

Jazz leaned against Prowl's shoulder. "Prowler, I love ya to death, but ya jus' don' get the meaning of a prank, do ya?" he teased. Prowl promptly slapped him in the back of the helm. Jazz yelped. "Oi!"

Jess looked up at Jazz. "Should I hide?" she asked.

"Not yet."

"Slaggers!"

"Now ya should hide."

Jess looked back toward where the yell had originated. "Was that Sunny, or Ratchet?"

Raven laughed. "Knowing them, both of them."

"Slag. I'm dead, aren't I?" Jess glanced around, then waved at them. "Bye!"

Lennox was almost knocked on his butt by the flying bullet. The person standing next to him actually staggered back a few paces. "What was – "

"Don't ask." Lennox said. He grunted as Jess attached herself to his back. "What are you – "

"Hide me!" Jess squealed.

Lennox rolled his eyes, but he was grinning. "Do you never learn? You never mess with Sunny's paintjob." he teased. "Either way, I need to report. Go hide with Ironhide." He detached Jess's arms from his waist, only to have her grab the back of his pants. With a sigh, he merely kept walking. Raven was sitting on Bumblebee's shoulder, watching the entire thing with no small amount of amusement. Heather merely studied the newcomer from their hideout.

"Who the slag is that?" she asked.

"Dunno." Raven said quietly. "Will doesn't look pleased, does he?"

"Secure link to JCS is up, sir!"

With a sigh, Jess detached herself from Lennox and rejoined the rest of them. "Pity. I was enjoying myself." she muttered.

Jazz poked her in the side. "Should I be jealous?" he teased.

"Nah. I'm yours alone, Jazz." Jess laughed.

Prowl smiled. "I think I'm going to be jealous." he teased lightly.

Jazz laughed outright. "Yeah. This comin' from the mech who's got his own human girlfriend. Uh-huh – ya got no room ta talk."

Raven threw something at Heather. "They're talking about you."

Before Heather could retort, the angry voices coming from the terminal drew their attention.

"Excuse me! Coming through, excuse me!" The balding man forced his way to Lennox and stood beside him. The girls exchanged looks.

Lennox turned to the screen to speak with Chairman Morshower. "Director Galloway – the President just appointed him liaison."

"Well, I guess I didn't get that memo." came the dry response.

Heather snickered. "Have I ever mentioned I like the Chairman?"

"Yes. But you can say it again." Prowl said with no small amount of amusement.

"Oh good. I like the Chairman!"

Lennox's angry voice drew their attention yet again. "With all due respect, we've been fighting in the field side by side for two years with these guys!" he protested.

"Yeah – we've shed blood, sweat, and precious metal together!" Epps shouted from his position standing at Optimus's feet.

Galloway glared down at him. "Soldier! You're paid to shoot – not talk."

"Don't tempt me." Epps growled.

Optimus glanced at him. "Easy."

Jazz glanced at Prowl. "The new guy is complainin' cuz Prime won' give him th' schematics fer our weapons." he suggested.

Prowl nodded sharply. "Sounds right."

Heather sighed. "Fragtards – the lot of them."

"I think you've been hanging around the Twins for too long." Prowl commented.

"Nope – that was Ironhide's doing." Heather said cheerfully.

Once again, Galloway distracted them. "Open invitation – come to Earth! Vetted by no one at the White House!" He seemed to be on a roll now.

"Let me stop you right there, Mr. Galloway – it was vetted right here." Chairman growled. "It has been my experience that the judgment of Major Lennox and his team has always been above reproach."

"Be that as it may, Chairman, it is the President's opinion that when national security is at stake – no one is above reproach." Galloway said darkly. "Now, what do we – what are they doing here?"

Lennox glanced over, following Galloway's glare. "Oh, those are the girls." he said dismissively. "Now, you were saying?"

The Chairman interrupted him. "Have the Autobots worked out anything regarding the girls yet?" he asked.

Lennox nodded. "Jazz and Bumblebee will be staying with them until they move into the college. Wheeljack created something that will let the girls contact Deigo Garcia if something goes wrong – and I have it on good word that it won't blow up."

The Chairman laughed. "Good. I like the girls. We need to keep them around."

Optimus smiled even though the Chairman Morshower couldn't see it. "We will do everything in our power to keep the girls safe." he said. "They proved themselves valuable allies at Mission City."

Galloway looked like a fish out of water. Raven shook her head.

"I already don't like him." she muttered.