The Trigger Pulled Itself, Sir by Teenage Anomaly

Summary: After spending a week at a base with the other survivors and the Autobots, Katty Sherman's life has not only been flipped upside down, but turned inside out as well, and she's loving it. She's just as loud and crazy as she's always been, and now, to put the icing on the cake, she's packing firepower and working for the United States military. This can not end well for the universe as a whole. Begins the day of the battle ast Mission city. VERY SLIGHT Simmons/OC/Lennox, MAYBE OC/Bumblebee later, Sam/Mikaela, canon pairings, Jazz, Prime, Keller and Ratchet centric.

Rating: T for language, Katty's pervy mind, innuendos and sexual situations.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, any quotes or characters or the songs featured at the beginning of each chapter. Katty and her family/friends are owned by themselves and God. I own this story. THIS IS THE DISCLAIMER FOR ALL FOLLOWING CHAPTERS.

I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream that you're dreaming of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest secret fear
I'm a spy in the house of love

Chapter One: NEST

A Few Days Previously

I drummed my fingers impatiently on the table in front of me, my eyes darting around the steel, warehouse-like room, annoyed. We'd won the war today, Megatron was destroyed and humanity was safe (for now, at least) and everyone with direct involvement was sitting in a room, the Autobots sitting on the floor around the table, and the humans sitting at the table, some of us talking and some, like me, staring stonily into space. We were about to be "debriefed" apparently, but we'd been sitting in the room for fifteen minutes and no one had showed up to debrief us. I was getting very annoyed. My stomach was growling and my eyes were beginning to close of their own accord. I needed sleep, preferably sooner rather than later.

Expelling a loud, slightly over-dramatic sigh, I laid my head down on the table with a thud. Ratchet, who was sitting behind me, was just as impatient as I was, if not more, because he'd already started piecing Jazz's broken body back together, and I got the feeling he hated leaving his old friend in two pieces when he could be working on him.

There were maybe sixteen humans in the room, including me, and the four Autobots. We were waiting for Secretary Keller to come tell us how it was gonna go down from here on out. We were all tense and worried and just wanted to go home. Lennox was anxious to get back to him baby girl and wife, Epps had a fiancé waiting for him, Simmons just hated sitting still, Sam and Mikaela didn't want to miss school and raise questions and Ron and Judy just wanted to get the hell out of here. Judy kept glancing at the Autobots, a skittish look on her face. Ironhide stared back at her, one leg propped up, amused.

"Oh my god," I groaned into the table, my cheek smushed against the smooth surface, glasses askew.

"Tired, kiddo?" asked Lennox, a laugh in his voice, from across the table. I twisted my neck to look at him, face still on the table, and nodded. He was grinning, his eyes crinkled up happily.

"Running from thirty foot tall metal monsters really takes it outta you," I slurred, exhausted. "Plus I got maybe four hours a' sleep las' night."

" 'S more than we got," said Sam teasingly. "I mean, with you snoring-"

Everyone laughed and I snorted. "Whatever. I do not snore."

"Liar, liar, you're a great big liar," sang Bee. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Aw, c'mon, Bee, you too?"

At that moment a door swung open and a stressed out John Keller strode into the room, slapping a folder down on the podium. His mere presence commanded silence, and tension rolled off of him in waves. He wasn't happy about something.

"Gentlemen," he began, and then glanced up at Mikaela, Judy and I, and added, "ladies. Over the past twenty-four hours you have all shown extraordinary bravery in the face of this crisis. For that, I thank you. The President," he hesitated, an odd, somehow displeased look on his round, wrinkled face, "the President has ordered Sector Seven to be disbanded-"

"What?" said Simmons loudly as Banachek simply closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. Keller continued.

"- and the remains of the Robots to be dropped into the Laurentian Abyss."

Ratchet raised his metal hand and Keller nodded at him. "Yes, we know about your friend. Also, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask all of you to sign a non-disclosure agreement. This agreement stipulates that no one can be told of what has happened- no one at all."

I'd have to keep this a secret from my parents? Yeah, right.

"Why is the President closing us down?" asked Simmons loudly, his eyes burning in his face. Keller looked up to him, and suddenly he wasn't talking to us as the Secretary of Defense, he was talking to us as our comrade-in-arms; talking to us as people he'd survived hell with. He stepped out from behind the podium, moving quickly, his face frustrated, but not at us.

"Simmons, I disagreed with him. I fought with him on this- but he insisted- said it was wasting taxpayer's money now that it's unneeded-"

"Unneeded?" I was the one to interrupt this time, sitting up a little straighter, my eyes flashing, my words loud. Most heads turned to me when they detected the anger in my voice. "Gee, big damn Robots with the power t' kill all of us, that is a huge waste of money-"

"Miss Sherman, I'm just the messenger. As I said, I tried to change his decision, but he was adamant."

Glowering, I crossed my arms across my chest and sank back in the chair, my butt sliding forward.

"Easy," said Lennox quietly, glancing at me briefly, though his own fingers were drumming angry tattoos on the wood of the table. Several seats down the table from me, Simmons was fuming, his eyes burning holes in Keller's podium, and Banachek simply had a pained look on his face.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to keep you all here for a few days," continued Keller.

"Keep us here?" growled Ironhide, cannons whirring. Keller simply looked to him.

"Yes sir, keep you here. And those," he gestured to the cannons, "those don't frighten me, so if you could put them away, please."

Ironhide blinked as I twisted around in my chair, grinning, to regard the large black bot. The cannons dimmed as he regarded Keller with a newfound respect.

"We'll have to run some tests- with your permission, of course," he said, nodding at the Autobots, who nodded back. "And we'll need to check the rest of you for any radiation or any effects from time spent in the presence of the robots."

"You think we could be harmful to humans?" asked Optimus. I looked up. He was staring up at Keller, his face almost regretful.

"We don't know," said Keller. "And it's what we're gonna find out."

"And just who's gonna find out?" asked Simmons, shaking his head. "Your, uh, your military scientists? They don't know half the shit we know about them!" He pointed a steady finger at the bots. Keller said nothing. "Sir, the President is making a mistake. What if those big ole monsters come back, eh? An' I trust them," he gestured wildly around at the Autobots, "but what if they decide they don't trust us? What then, huh?"

"I'm sorry, Simmons," said Keller quietly. "But the decision has been made-"

"You don't get to say 'sorry'!" shouted Simmons, his eyes slightly crazed, rising to his feet, fingertips of one hand still on the table, the other hand pointing vigorously at Keller. "Not after everything that you people have put us through! You don't just make a decision to cut us off!"

"I'm sorry," said Keller again. Simmons glowered at him before straightening up.

"Fine. You know what?" He threw his hands in the air. "Fine. When it all goes to shit, don't call me."

He turned to stride out of the room, pushing the chair away from him with a clatter. I watched, wide eyed.

"Simmons-" called Keller. Simmons stopped, a hand on the door, but didn't turn, his back tensing. "You don't get to leave yet, Simmons."

After a moment, Simmons strode out of the door, slamming it shut behind him.

I whistled lowly, turning back to the table in front of me. "Well, that went well."

"Actually, it went quite poorly," said Ratchet, and Ironhide elbowed him in the side. "It was a joke, bolt-head."

"Hide, Ratchet," said Prime, and they immediately settled down, but I twisted around in my seat and winked at both of them, grinning.

"Now," said Keller, shuffling some papers, "I need to ask everyone to leave except for you, Captain Lennox, Sergeant Epps, your team, Miss Madsen, Glen, you, Mr. Banachek, and of course the robots- and Miss Sherman."

"So," Lennox clarified, grinning, "everyone should stay except for Mikaela, Sam and his parents."

"Why?" asked Sam. "What's going on?"

"Whatever it is, I swear I didn't do it," I said automatically, my eyes widening. A ripple of laughter ran around the room.

"Please," said Keller, and Sam, his parents, and Mikaela rose slowly to their feet, Sam and Mikaela giving me worried glances. I gave them the thumbs up and a wide grin. I thought I knew what this was about.

Once the door closed behind them, Keller sighed, pulling out a chair at the head of the table and collapsing into it, massaging his temples as he spoke. The poor guy had to be exhausted. "I wasn't entirely truthful when I said Sector Seven was being destroyed. S-Seven was a division of the government set aside for research, am I right, Tom?"

Banachek nodded slowly. "Yes, sir."

"Well, we don't have much more need for research now that we have you four." He pointed at the Autobots. "What we need- what we need now is a team, a special team dedicated to finding and eradicating robotic threats."

I was right.

Keller looked intensely around at all of us, and we all stared back at him. "You people are to be the core of that team."

"Score!" I shouted, pumping a fist in the air, and every head swiveled to me, Keller's eyebrows furrowing slightly. I turned red.

"Uh, sorry, sir. I'm just… very excitable."

Epps snorted into his water-bottle.

"Yes, I can see that," said Keller, but he sounded amused.

"Why- why us, sir?" asked Maggie, her eyebrows pulling up in the middle. Keller leaned against the podium.

"This is not going to be an ordinary team, Miss Madsen. We're going to have men in the field all over the planet, and we're going to have a base of operations in Washington- NEST. Our large friends here," he nodded at the Bots, "are going to help us find any robotic threats and weed them out."

"I- I thought they were gone, though," she said. "The Decepticons."

"Some of them are," rumbled Optimus, causing Maggie to swivel in her seat to stare at him. "But Barricade and Starscream both survived, and there are many legions of them scattered across the galaxy. If called for- they could be here in a matter of days."

There was a very tense silence.

"Are there any more of you?" asked Lennox, and Ratchet was the one who replied.

"Yes," he said. "Many. The trouble is finding them- and, with your government's permission, we will be sending a transmission welcoming them to Earth, to join this team."

Lennox nodded, slowly, before turning back to Keller. "And you want us on the team because we've fought these bastards, right?"

"Fought with us, too," growled Ironhide. Keller nodded.

"That's right, soldier."

"And if we refuse?" he asked quietly. Keller sighed.

"That's your right, of course."

Lennox nodded, slowly, then said, "All right. I'm in."

"Hell, me too," said Epps, sighing, slapping his hand on the table. The rest of the soldiers slowly announced that they, too, would join the team.

"C'mon, Maggie," pled Glen, clasping his hands together as though in prayer as he turned to his pretty blonde friend. "Please, please, Maggie, please-"

She sighed, rolling her pretty eyes and repressing a smile. "All right," she said, a grin spreading across her face. "We're in too- but only as a team. Glen and I stay together."

Keller nodded. "That can be arranged." He turned to. "You have extensive experience with these aliens. We want you to be the head of intelligence- Lennox, here, is going to lead the men in the field. Is that acceptable?"

Tom nodded. "More than so, sir."

"What about Simmons?" I asked loudly. "He's good in the field, too-"

"He's a little, unstable," Keller said simply, before turning to Optimus. I frowned.

"And you? What do you all think?"

"We will be honored to work with these brave men and women," growled Optimus. "Although I must inform you that Bumblebee-" he nodded at the yellow bot, "- will be joining the Witwicky family as their car." His voice almost broke into laughter on the last word, and Bee nodded vigorously, humming happily.

"Yes, but you're going to bring the small, silver one back, right?"

"Jazz," corrected Ratchet. "And yes, it appears that he will be rejoining us in a few days."

"Good," said Keller, a note of finality in his voice. "Well, gentlemen, ladies, I'll have more information for you before the end of the week we'll all be held here-"

"Wait a second," I said, slowly, thinking heavily. Keller stopped talking and turned to me, eyes narrowing.

"Miss Sherman?"

Every head in the room, metallic and human, swiveled to me. I stared up at Keller, my eyebrows furrowed, my leg twitching under the table, bouncing against the chair.

"What about me?" I asked. "I mean, I'm flattered, but, let's be honest, I'm a teenager. I'm not a hacker, or-or a soldier, or an enormous robot… I mean, really, there's nothing all that special about me-"

"Except for the fact that you got up in the face of one of the deadliest of those robots and laughed in it," said Lennox, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but so did Sam-"

"With all respect to Sam," said Optimus gently, in his rumbling voice, "he never would have been able to do what he did without you. You gave him the chance to push the Cube into my brother's chest."

"When I told Sam what he had to do," said Lennox quietly, "he didn't want to. He was terrified, understandably so. But you didn't even blink. Kid, you were born for this."

I stared around at all of them, at Lennox's smiling, gorgeous face, at the grandfatherly Keller, at Prime, Maggie, and then, finally, I felt a grin spread across my face. I smacked the table.

"Hell yes, I'm in. Ow."

"Very well," said Keller. "We'll all be here for one week, so we should probably sleep while we can. The man outside will give you directions to rooms and a change of clothes."

I rose to my feet at the same time as Ratchet did, behind me.

"I'm going to go work on Jazz," he rumbled to Optimus, before turning to give Keller a salute, and the Autobots strode out of the room through an opened wall at the back.

Lennox was waiting for me, outside of the conference room.

"Our rooms are next to each other," he said, grinning a little. "Want me to walk you there?"

"I'd love it," I said smugly, taking his offered arm jokingly, and we set off down the hallway.

TBC...

"The Spy" by the Doors

A/N: I can't help myself; I just can't stay away from this story. It's so much fun to write! It kind of just.... pours out. Alright, this is going to be different from the first story in that there's not really going to be much of a plot. There will be one, but since the story spans over the course of the two years between the first movie and the second one, it's mostly going to be a bunch of collected, chronological one-shots. This story is for the lulz and for my dear friend, Katty Noir. Go bug her about finished her chronicles of Riddick story. And, boy, there's gonna be much more sexual tension, especially from the time they're all in the base :) THE CRAP, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS ABOUT TO HIT THE FAN.

Love,

Sarah.

PS. I'm leaving the country in eight days, so I'll post chapters up till then and continue when I get back. (review) I love you people.