Hello. I decided I really liked where I could go with the whole energy cannot be created or destroyed only changed thing and am rolling hard with it. This is technically the first part since New Beginnings was the necessary prologue. Once again since I am in fact rolling I encourage you to question what I'm doing or if I am wrong and such. I enjoy the mental exercise and love answering any questions.

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The sound of Lennox screaming jolted me out of bed. Not because he was yelling at me but because Epps had gifted me with an alarm clock that said:

"NOT NOW YOU DUMBASS! WE'RE STILL ON THE PLANE!"

It was one of my favourite possessions and not just because of that. Wheeljack had put an energy sensor on it so in order for it to stop screeching at me I had to fire a concentrated burst of energy at it. Rolling over I let out a wicked grin hit the sensor on my first try without even stopping to aim. The past few weeks had been good to me that's for sure. Hell the past month has been fantastic. My control had skyrocketed and Ratchet had cleared me for basic training. In a week or two I would start the school curriculum that Perceptor, Wheeljack and Ratchet had made for me. It's not like I could go back to school or to to college or anything so no real harm in having an Autobot design my school work and class. Besides they're all a hell of a lot more smarter than anyone I've spoken to. I stretched upwards once I hauled myself out of bed and listened to my joints crack and watched the small sparks glitter at the tips of my fingers. I glanced at the clock to make sure it went off at the right time and gave it a satisfactory nod when it displayed 5:31. Most would find this a slightly unrealistic time, I definitely used to, but I seemed to have tons more energy. Not that I'm complaining. After all it is priceless to see military buffs twice my size and three times my weight be left in the dust during the five km.

And I don't even like running.

I shook my shoulders out and took a step towards my dresser only to catch my foot on the end of the bed and smash into the floor.

"Fucksake," I growled as I shoved myself up and heard a knock on the door. Er. The second door. The large door. Autobot door. What-the fuck-ever it's 5:30 give me a break.

I sighed as the large white, red and blue 'Bot stuck his head in, "I'm fine. Just can't seem to stay on my feet this morning. Or any morning," I gave him a closer look, "Speaking of morning, why the hell are you up? Normally Optimus has to drag your ass out of recharge."

Ultra Magnus gave me a look, "Just making sure you didn't injure yourself," his optics narrowed, "Right?

I stiffened at the veiled MedBay threat, "Perfectly functional without any issues, sir."

He gave a slight smile, "Lets keep it that way."

"Ultra Magnus, we will soon be late. Again."

Said 'Bot vented slowly, "I really don't see why I am required for a budget meeting Optimus. I'm a solider. Not a Prime."

"You also are a commander who needs funding, yes?" Optimus said from his position down the hall, "Hurry up Magnus. We are on a schedule."

Ultra Magnus muttered several Cybertronian curses before giving a nod a following after his brother. I had a fond smile for he rest of my morning routine thanks to those two. I spent an extra 15 minutes braiding my hair back into a French braid. I had gotten it trimmed but it was still almost elbow length, and the braid started an inch from my hairline and went down my scalp to the nape of my neck before coming over my shoulder and down. Flicking the several shorter pieces that determinedly clung to my face behind my ears, I took a minute to really look at myself. I had grown an inch and a half since I arrived at NEST headquarters and had started to fill out. I don't want to sound full of myself or anything, but. I'm kind of hot. I mean, I'd date me. Another, familiar knock sounded at the human door. I grabbed my new NEST personnel jacket and stuffed my arms in before flipping my braid back in front.

"Miss Emily!"

"Michael Davies," I smiled at the solider in front of me. He sort of freaked out when I basically told him I was a humanised Allspark, but since then he's been a great friend.

"My lady, in accordance to our morning ritual will you do me the honour of allowing me to be your escort to breakfast?"

I fought back a giggle and raised myself up, "Why Lieutenant Davies, I do believe you may."

He was such a sweetheart and was cute despite the military buzz cut that was slowly growing out to be a mix of black and dark chocolate.

"Your hair getting longer," I said as I reached up and pushed it back.

His brown eyes shone with humour, "I think I might be catching up to you!"

He offered an arm to me while I laughed which I looped my own around, "I better step up my game then."

He flashed white teeth before we reached the last hallway separating us from the mess hall. I glanced down at our hands and I gently poked his middle knuckle.

"Have your grandparents and uncle left yet?" He smiled bitterly down at the skin colour contrast.

"No. My uncle insisted that it is his duty to remain in his country." I smiled sadly and gently gripped his fingers in comfort. His mother was a regular Kansas beauty who was swept off her feet by his father who had recently moved to the States from Northern Iraq. I've seen pictures and he is a spitting image of his father. They both even have similar scars above their right eyes. His father got his when him and his immediate younger brother were dicking around in an abandoned barn. Being the idiot young boys they were, they somehow brought down the barn earning each a couple of scars. Michael got his from the Decepticon attack that made him join NEST.

"Well, I can't say I know what it's like. But I'm sure everything will work out somehow. After all, with Autobots and Decepticons around maybe it will bring everyone together."

"I can only wish to someday have your optimism Miss Emily," he replied with a smile as we reached the mess hall.

"Well, my good sir! I thank you kindly for the escort!"

"Anytime my lady!"

I waved as he went to sit with his buddies from his unit. Lacking a unit means no unit buddies. Hell, I have like three human friends. Who am I kidding? Luckily Lennox had just sat down so grabbed my morning oatmeal and plopped next to him. A faint burning smell clung to him and despite his murderous look I piped up, "What happened to you?"

His glare could have chilled the sun.

"Holy fuck are we touchy this morning," I muttered into my porridge as he crammed half his toast in at once and redefined air strike on that poor toast. After inhaling my breakfast I went on the hunt. Once I reached the larger 'Bot offices I crept in as silent as I could, making sure the office of choice was empty. I stayed low and hid behind a human sized chair before I launched myself up the large desk. I crept over to where the pads were laying but before I could touch them a voice sounded from behind me.

"If you find that you must read my reports I would suggest doing it chronologically."

I snapped up straight, "Aww, dammit Prowl! I was close this time!" I turned to the police bot as he marched into his office and sat down.

"Now," he began with a small smile, "What can I help you with?"

"Uhhh. Well," I coughed, unsure how to tell him I wanted to leave for a bit, "You know how I've been here a month or so right?"

"Affirmative."

"And how I've been doing kickass in my training and such?"

"Affirmative?"

"And how I've been super good?"

"...Affirmative? I do not know what point you are getting at youngling."

"Could I," I fidgeted, "possibly leave Diego Garcia for a day or two?"

Prowl blinked once then froze. Well shit. I broke him. Again. Ten points for me for being incapable of phrasing things right.

"Fuck. Now I have to call Ratchet."

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Once again these blasted line breaks continually elude me. Do let me know your opinions and such.