I could feel my eye give a twitch. Today just didn't want to go normally, did it?

Oh it started normally enough, waking up, tending to my farm, but did it stay that way? No!

I could feel my eye twitch again as I looked at the It-looks-like-a-meteor-but-isn't thing, though if the distinctly robotic looking arm was anything to go by, I'd guess it was a robot. I know, genius right. So now the real question is "what the hell is a robot doing in the middle of country acreage!"

I could already feel the migraine coming on. "Well no sense just standing here, might as well try and help whatever it is." I say with finality and yes, I'm talking to no one, I know I'm crazy.

I started to climb down the crater the thing was in, 'Must have had one hell of a landing.' I thought to myself. It's true though, the giant gouge in the ground stretched for maybe a mile or so. I pulled myself from that line of thought as I reached the Robot-meteor-thing. 'Oh, it's leaking glowing stuff, great.'

As I got closer to it, I could see that it was a robot, though it had a giant hole in its chest area.

"That had to hurt." I say to the offline robot, "so how do I fix you, without covering myself in the glowing stuff?"

I'm thinking this because, last time I checked, glowing equaled radioactive. A thought strikes me, 'I know, I can use the gloves I use for welding, and bring some tools to.' It strikes me as odd that I'm not freaking out or having a mental break down. 'Oh well, I must be jaded with conspiracy theory's or something, that or I'm gonna break down later. Hmm, oh well.'

I ran home, so I could get the things to fix the robot.

"Clang!" I winced, 'well, that didn't sound good. I probably shouldn't be throwing stuff up in the air.'

I was elbow deep in tools, rags, and general miscellanies junk, looking for my heavy duty gloves that I used for welding, 'I need to clean some time soon.'

Then, as I hit the very bottom, low and behold there they are, with a triumphant shout I snatch them up and ran to the door, picking up the tool box on the way out.

I don't know why, but I had a feeling that I wanted to hurry. Like, if I left that robot alone to long, it might not be there any more or something like that.

I ran the short distance from my shed to the forest surrounding my house and farm and let a small sigh of relief out as I spotted the robot in the crater. Slowing down to a swift trot, I carefully climbed down to the robot.

Putting on my gloves, I silently thanked the fact that I had welding and slight mechanics knowledge, "ah, the wonders of farming." I say to fill in the silence.

I take a good look at the wreck that was in front of me. Honestly, I have no idea why I wanted to try and make the possibly killer robot work again. But, what the hell, I've always loved robots and I was curious to see what would happen.

(Two hours later)

I sat up from my crouched position near the gaping hole with a groan, "oh, what a pain in the butt! You should be grateful I'm doing this you stupid piece of junk." I whined to the currently offline robot.

"Why did I have to go out to make sure there was nothing wrong out here, all I heard was a boom... and lots of crashing.'sigh' I just had to go check, didn't I?" I grumbled, not really regretting coming to check, but more so to fill the silence.

I gave a small sigh, and looked back at the hole. I'd managed to fix all of the parts that were leaking and most of the shredded or snapped wires where fixed as well. The pipes and what looked like fuel lines worried me a little, but I managed to fix most of them.

All and all, the robot was looking better, all though, how I was going to fix the armor I had no clue, but I'd cross that bridge when the time came, no sense worrying about it now.

With that I got back to work, shifting through the all ready fixed wires and pipes to the ones in the far back. Slightly bigger and more important looking ones, these were the ones that worried me slightly.

I absently tapped the metal underneath my hand in thought, 'how am I going to reach it?' I looked around to see if there was another way to the wire when I saw some light near it, a grin pulled at my lips,.

"gotcha!"

I pulled out of the hole and ran to what looked to be the head of the thing, carefully walking around a pool of glowing stuff to where there was a gap in the metal shell.

Upon closer inspection I realized it was a gap where the head met the shoulders about two feet long and one foot wide. When I looked in I noticed from this angle I could see a metal box at the center of the robots chest and if I stayed quiet, I could here a faint thrumming from it.

"Well, the fact that something's making a noise must mean it's at least functioning."

I started to get to work on the cables, wires, and pipes that I could reach. Must of them where fine save for a few big wires and smaller pipes. As I'm working, I start to notice that clicking and whirring noises where beginning to start up, me, being slightly distracted, decide it was nothing and ignored it. Yeah, I'm an idiot.

"Aha, I'm done!"

And with that said I finally notice that there was a very loud hum and then the robot shifted. I decide that I didn't want to be so close to the robot anymore and high-tailed it out of there, watching from a save distance.

The robot began to change, because now it did look like a robot with legs, arms, head, and a chest, as well as wing things on its back, which looked suspiciously like car doors to me. Then the robot seamed to stretch, kind of like a human does when they've sat in an uncomfortable position to long. It turned it's head and looked at me, 'hey its eye-thingies are blue' my oh-so-helpful mind told me, but me, being me decided there was only one thing to do.

"Hi, I'm Anny, Anny Johnson." …yeah, my brains not all there.

(Prowls point of view)

"Hi, I'm Anny, Anny Johnson."

I was a bit surprised that the small human did not scream nor run in fear, little lone introduce herself. Indeed, if my limited scans were correct, then the female did not seem scared at all, 'hmm, it seems I may need a bit more data on the planet life here.'

The human looked to be waiting for me to answer her, as it would be considered rude to not answer, I decided that it would be best if I could find out my location from the little human then be on my way to Prime. Glad that I had downloaded the language known as 'English' before arriving, I answered.

"My designation is Prowl."

She seemed surprised that I answered, but quickly bared her teeth in what the inter-web stated was called a smile, often done when one is happy.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you prowl. If you could be careful about how you move, I just got done fixing you and I really don't want to redo the repairs."

Again I was surprised, which seemed to be happening too often. I preformed a scan on myself to check the damage.

Systems scan complete

Weapons system - 50%

Armor integrity - 30%

Long range scanners – offline

Short range scanners – online

Long range com-link – Offline

Short range com-link – online

Auto-repair system – 50%

Battle computer – 60%

Logic center - 50%

Energy at 70%

Well that explained why I felt a bit off, if my battle computer and logic center were not at full capacity then my processor was more then likely off-balanced. I refocused on the small human 'Anny.'

She was 5"4, had dead cells called hair about to her shoulders, colored a dark brown, her eyes where also brown, she were thin protective coverings called cloths, a pair of dark faded jeans, a plain white shirt stained with oil and what my scans said where my fluids 'disturbing.' Stopping, I registered the thought then ignored it, I had no time to feel disturbed.

I quickly scanned as far as I could, finding that I was in a wooded area, also, that what was called a farm and a human dwelling, where in a large clearing not to far away.

Recalling what had shot me out of my flight path , I quickly tried to stand.

"Hey what did I just say? You can't get up, you're still injured."

The human was yelling, but I ignored her in favor of focusing on battle plans in case of an attack, having barely more then half my battle computer online was making it difficult.

If I had been looking at the human, I would have seen the look on her face, the very same look Ratchet gives the twins right before he starts throwing things. I was careless.

Back to Anny's point off view

Did I ever mention that I hated to be ignored, well I do and he was ignoring me!

My eye twitched, 'ohhhh, he asked for it.' My hand grabbed the wrench that just moments ago was repairing him, but now it was going to put I nice sized dent in his head, I gave what was probably a very evil grin, as my eyes glittered with malice and threw the wrench as hard as I could. Did I mention that I was a pitcher in my baseball team.

There was a satisfying clang as it connected to his head, but I savored it but a moment before I was in full tirade mode.

"You idiot, when I tell you to stay still you fucking stay still! What would happen if your wires broke or fuel lines burst, well?! Do you have any idea how long it took for me to fix you up!" I fairly roared at him.

He was holding his head with a shocked and faintly horrified look on his face. A small part of me felt a bit guilty at the small dent on his head, but I squished it down, then told him slowly, in my most terrifying and commanding voice.

"Sit. Down. Now! "

His optic thingy's widened a fraction at my tone, then he slowly sat back down, his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms folded neatly in his lap, his door wings, I can say that with certainty now that I've got a clear look at them, where twitching faintly, dipping and rising, like how cat ears would swivel around when agitated.

I took a deep breath to try and calm my nerves and temper, when I looked back up, Prowl was still looking at me with a slightly fearful look, but If I looked closer, I could see a hint of respect in that gaze. 'Huh, go figure, I can get respect from a robot just by throwing things.' I took another deep breath then walked closer,

"OK. Now first, you shall tell me why you where in such a hurry to get up and moving. Second, you will tell me if there's anything I missed that your internal scanners can find. And third, you will tell me how you crashed in the middle of nowhere and got so damaged, because I can tell you right now, that the stuff I just repaired was most definitely not from crashing."

I looked at him with expectant eyes, hands on my hips and then narrowed eyes when I saw reluctance in his optics, and a rebellious look on his face, a look that quickly turned neutral.

Prowls door wings dropped slightly and a look of resignation was planted on his face,

"very well, I shall tell you what you want to know."

He stated this with a resigned tone and, now that I was calmed down and paying attention, I toke notice of he's deep and commanding voice, he sounded like someone who gave orders on a regular bases. I gave a decisive nod and sat down, making myself comfortable and gave him my undivided attention as he started his story.

(One hour later)

It turns out that Prowls story was pretty damn long, and me being me, I really couldn't just stay still. So about half an hour in, I made him pause for a second, (right when he was talking about how the Autobots were debating on whether or not to toss the Allspark thingy to outer space) and asked him to tell me if he still had any injuries left. He got this far-away look in his optics then turned back to me and said his right leg had some damaged wires and a leaking fuel line.

So, as I went to finishing his repairs, he continues his story as if he was never interrupted, which I find amusing.

It took me about another half hour to repair prowls leg and even then, I still needed to repair his armor, and, if the leaking fuel lines were any indication, he would also need more energy.

Now, as I was doing all this, some far corner of my mind that was my reason, a very small corner mind you, kept insisting that there was danger in the fact that he was injured so badly, but I stoutly ignored my reason in favor of listening to Prowl talk and focusing on the repairs. Boy did I ever regret it.

The whine of jet engines screamed in my ear, nearly making me deaf. The resounding boom was terrifying. My heart was pounding and my body frozen, as my mind raced a mile a minute as I tried to figure out what had happened. One moment I was fixing and talking to Prowl, the next, I was on the ground as he fought another giant robot.

This one actually looked like it was a killer robot. Metal claws on his hands, red optics flashing with malice, snarling and fighting like a berserker. I was sure he would beat Prowl in this fight, but was shocked with just how fast and nimble he was. Lightning fast dodges combined with quick martial art like moves made him devastating, but I could tell he was being drained, his energy levels where already low, not to mention his injuries, fighting on top of that was just too much.

My mind screamed to my body to move, to do something, anything, but it wouldn't budge; I was ready to cry with frustration when I realized that they were moving closing to where I was.

My body, now realizing that if It didn't move I would die, finally allowed me to move, but all I did was run as I heard a deafening crash where I was not a moment before. The resulting earth quake forced me to my knees, but only for a moment, adrenaline letting me ignore the pain in my leg. I shot up and ran, not caring where I was going so long as it was away, away from this craziness, away from this insanity of giant, fighting, killer robots.

I think my mind caught up with what was happening, it sooo picked a lousy time to have a panic attack.

You know, I would have thought having a panic attack would involve more hyper ventilating and less running like a mad-man, but you know? I did stop eventually, you know, when a tree decided I'd gone far enough and that I should look at the sky more often. It was really blue.

So, there I was, now hyperventilating, on the ground as thoughts raced through my mind a mile a minute.

' What if Prowl was lying about the Autobots being good guys, what if their just as bad as that evil looking robot just now, what if Prowl is dieing, can robots die? What if, what if, Ack, I hate what ifs!'

Now I was calming down, although still freaked out and confused as all hell, but calming down, and my thoughts turned to that last thought, not the, I hate what ifs, the Prowl could be dieing. I stopped, listened, and heard nothing, which freaked me out so bad, that I shot right up, preceded to wobble, steady myself and run like all hell right back from where I was running from. The only thought in my head being ' Prowl could be hurt or dieing.' which was stupid, he's a robot they can't die! ' They can deactivate though.' my mind is so not helpful.

When I got there, it looked like a battle field, blast marks and holes littered the ground, with trees snapped in half all around. As I walked further in, I saw the evil looking robot, deactivated on the ground, it was creepy.

A huge rush of relief shot through me at the sight of it though, ' He won, he's not dead.' I began looking around for Prowl, when I noticed him lying a few meters away, laying completely still. I freaked, again, and ran to him, terrified he was dead or dieing.

" Prowl! Prowl, please tell me your alive! Oh God, Prowl?!"

I was screaming at him, as I kneeled by his face, hoping he was fine. His face twitched and then shifted a little till he onlined his optics, although dim, they did turn on.

"Are you unharmed Anny Johnson?"

I about wept in relief at hearing his voice, it was a little scratchy and weak though.

"I'm fine, but look at you. You look worse then when I first found you!" I said with a slight hitch and a sniffle in my voice.

He nodded slightly in agreement, "It would appear so, I apologize Anny Johnson."

I couldn't help but laugh. Here I was, talking to an alien robot, who was apologizing for getting hurt in a battle.

"Call me Anny. Can you move at all?"