Chapter 1:

Found and Kept

"Mikeala! Mikeala?" the father of the beauty queen called.

"Yea, dad!"

"I'll be going, now. Take care, darl'n."

"I will! Love ya!" Mikeala called back.

Mikeala would be left alone for awhile again, and she was cool with that. And she and Sam would create their new friendship. Since they broke up a while ago. And it didn't include what happened in Egypt. But it was just….over. The love had just disappeared without a trace. And she didn't know where it went.

But Mikeala was cool with that, since there are many fish in the sea. And she was very intent on finding that special 'fish' too. SO, Mikeala was alone in the motor shop for a very long time now, and she grew quite bored.

Days passed without any calls from Sam Witwicky, and Mikeala's sunny days of happiness of shine had turned grim, and Mikeala could feel her emotions grow into a monstrous wild thing.

Present Day:

Mikeala was now alone, and she had her arms crossed firmly across her chest and her legs were numb and her finger tips were cold from the cool metal of the motorcycles. The house changed a well, due to her attitude, and so the windows seemed to be holding their breathe, and hallways going thinner, and the paint faded away neither from the weather nor the heat.

Then Mikeala grew bored and she made her way into the kitchen. The kitchen hadn't been used in days, but it was still a good place to eat and Mikeala looked at the pile of dishes in the sink.

"What's in the fridge?"

She asked herself, and she opened the white fridge and saw ham, cheese, bread, and some soda. Couple of water bottles. And some rotten watermelon on the bottom. It didn't look satisfying. But she could make a good sandwich.

"I'm making a sandwich, I'm making a sandwich. Oh, oh, oh, yea. I'm making a sandwich, I'm making a sandwich. Oh, oh, oh, yea…!"

Mikeala sang and she completed her sandwich as it was completed! It was ham, cheese, and bread. The classic stack of deliciousness! So she started to munch down, and she looked at the clock and it was 6:25. Almost 6:30, so Mikeala had to go home soon, while the sun was still up.

She gulped down the last stack of meaty perfectness and she dressed up in her black leather biker outfit and got on her cherry colored motorcycle and sped off towards home. And Mikeala worked a double shift today, since she needed some money for this summer, and she was tired out of her mind!

It's been awhile since she's had a good nights rest, and not even a good nap. And her home was 3 miles away, so it didn't take her very long to reach her front door with the front porch light on. She went in only to be greeted by Wheelie who just woke up from a recharge.

"Hey! You're late. I've been wondering where you've been. And I'm hungry. Can you be a dear and get some oil? I've been starving!" Wheelie yapped and he jumped up on a table and sat down.

"Calm down…" Mikeala sighed and threw her jacket on the sofa. She was tired, so she didn't want to hear Wheelie rambling.

"You expect me to live here, too. Not feeding me. What's the matter with you?" Wheelie yapped again.

"Just drop it, Wheelie. I'm tired."

"Well, so am I. Tired of you lazing around all day. Not doing a fragging thing to take care of someone like me. Don't know how. Sam must've felt that way about you too…" Wheelie whispered lowly in a light sigh. Mikeala's head snapped up and she was frustrated! And pissed off!

"What did you say!?" Mikeala hissed!

"I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!" Wheelie covered his face with his little hands.

"Come on Warrior Goddess! I was just hungry! I'm just a crummy Decepticon that just doesn't know any better!" Wheelie defended himself.

"Damn straight!"

Mikeala's chest pumped up and down and she felt she couldn't breathe, and her hands rolled into fists and she was tired of having Wheelie live with her. He was a brat! A total freakn brat! Wheelie calmed down.

Wheelie didn't like be rejected by Mikeala very much, since she spoiled him senseless. She gave him a bed, his own bowl for oil, and his own room. Which was, by the way, her walk-in-door closet. Mikeala was stressed and busy with everything she had on her mind, and she felt sorry for herself.

"Wheelie…I'm not sorry. Just…go to your closet, now. Go now, before I torch your optic again!"

Wheelie got up and rolled down the hallway and into her room without another word. Mikeala was just feeling horrible these days, and she didn't know if it was something she ate or something she did in the past….but it just bothered her.

Whatever it was.

Maybe it's the fact that she and Sam broke up a while ago, and she's been feeling lonely for awhile now and Mikeala never liked being alone for a long time. Being lonely made her feel depressed.

"Oh, god…"

Mikeala whispered and she got up and went to her room. She knew that Wheelie was in her closet, so she could be alone for awhile and she took off her shoes. She went into the bathroom and took a shower, brushed her teeth, braided her hair, got into her PJs, and laid down on her bed. Another long day.

"Groceries. Cadillac parts. Mall. Friends. Dog Vet. Sleep," Mikeala mumbled. She was reminded herself of what she needed to do for tomorrow. And then Mikeala fell asleep with barely any trouble and she hoped that tomorrow wouldn't be too much trouble for herself like any other day.

THE NEXT DAY:

"Wheelie, you better freakn behave! I'm not joking! I'm stepping out, and I won't be back for awhile."

"Ok!"

Mikeala exited her humble abode and got on her cherry motorcycle and sped off towards the nearby market. Through the screen lens of her helmet, she could see a huge storm was going to pass by soon and it would probably rain really, really, really hard. So Mikeala would have to do errands really quick.

And already she could feel the cold wind that passed through the black and blue clouds that suddenly emerged and took over the entire sky and Mikeala got worried about the roads.

She turned the handle and went along the black road faster and she gave a deep sigh and then she felt a slip on the back tire. (I hope it doesn't get too slippery.) Mikeala thought worryingly and she went on a normal speed on the road, and she came into the parking lot.

She got off her bike and entered the market. She picked up carrots, potatoes, and celery. And she carried $5.45 in her pocket to purchase it. The cash register smiled and winked at her, but she completely ignored him and packed the thing in the bag. Even though that Mikeala was single, she didn't want any of the guys that flirted with her non-stop and she was getting sick of it!

Mikeala took her brown paper bag and took off again.

Mikeala didn't like the way her life was, and she missed having exciting adventures with Sam when they discovered an alien race together and went off to the deserts Egypt to stop an abominable alien robot leader from destroying their sun, killing the earth, and ending the entire human race.

She wanted something more in her life, but she couldn't figure out what.

8:30 IN THE EVENING

"Wheelie, I'm back!"

Mikeala sighed and set the bag of groceries down, and another white bag that was meant for Bones. The dog. He needed his medicine from the vet, and she purchased some more parts that she needed to repair an old Cadillac that was in the shop, and she purchased a new pair of jeans from the mall when she was with her friends since her old pair had holes in them.

And outside her window, the thunder was angry and the lightning was quick and fierce, and ran was sad and endless.

Her windows would flash with light, and it would tremble with ferocity, as if her house feared the thunder and the storm.

"Warrior Goddess!" Wheelie yelled in fear and panic!

"Wheelie? Are you ok?"

"Come here! Please!? Hey! Come here!"

"Where are you?"

"Closet!"

Mikeala jogged down the hallway and opened the pale white doors and looked into her closet, and saw Wheelie shivering in the corner. And Wheelie was curled up like a ball and he wasn't cold, but he was terrified!

"It's the thunder! I hate this weather….!" Wheelie whimpered like a puppy.

"Why do you hate it? It's not that bad…"

"For you, it's not." Lightning shattered and it boomed across the sky, and Wheelie jumped and scooted more into the corner.

"Wheelie…are you scared of lightning?" Mikeala narrowed her eyes.

"Umm, yes…." Wheelie admitted and he felt ashamed to let a stupid fear control him so senselessly like that. Mikeala pitied him.

"Aww, Wheelie, there's nothing to be--"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"AHHH!!!!"

"AHHH!!!!"

Mikeala and Wheelie jumped into eachothers arms and they both were screaming like total idiots in the corner of their closet! The windows shook violently and the doors randomly slammed into the wall, tables tipped over and smacked the floor like a pile of heavy books.

The TV and radio fizzed violently like they were hissing madly! It was like one of those adventure or actions movies, where everything moved like a stampede of elephants were going by!

The massive earthquake settled with leftover sonic booms and Mikeala and Wheelie were still holding on to eachother, and they were both breathing heavily from fear. The worse had settled down.

"What. The. Frag. Was. That?" Wheelie shook and he was terrified out of his mind! And he clung to Mikeala's arm like his life depended on it.

"Umm, I'll go check it out…."

"What!? No, you can't leave me here!"

"I'll be right back, Wheelie!"

"No! Don't go! I'll be vulnerable!"

"You'll be fine! I'll come back!"

Mikeala let go of Wheelie, and she slowly got up from the closet. And from the dark clouds and moonlight mixed together, a blue glow came from the windows and the rain still poured down heavily.

"Wheelie, I'll be right back. And if something happens, I want you to stay in the closet until morning."

"Are you going to come back?" Wheelie asked, and the darkness of the room was intense.

"Let's jut hope so."

Mikeala gulped and she slowly walked down the hallway, and as she walked, both her hands were up in defense and her fingers were being traced along the walls carefully and she was very cautious. Something happened outside, like something crashed really hard and Mikeala knew very well.

Lightning clapped hard outside the windows, and the light showed some parts of the room that were covered in darkness only for a quick second. Flashes, and then soft booms from the thunder.

"Stay in the closet, Wheelie. Don't come out for nothing," Mikeala called back, making sure he wasn't doing anything stupid.

Mikeala saw some tables were tipped over and the TV was running really fuzzy. Mikeala could smell some sort of fuel that burned from somewhere and she knew that it came from outside. The gasoline smell was strong, so she had to cover her nose, to prevent from drowning the scent.

"I'll be back, Wheelie. Stay there!"

Mikeala put on a black leather jacket and she went outside, and she couldn't really see from the heavy rain, but she could manage fairly well. Lightning clapped ferociously and it made Mikeala jump and she doubted doing this, but she wanted to know what was going on outside too.

Mikeala shivered. From the distance, she saw a bright yellow and orange light that was a long distance, and Mikeala was intent in finding out whatever was burning. Her house was with others, but it was near a small forest.

So, she wanted to check it out.

It seemed forever since she's been running through the tough rain that seemed like a waterfall, but she finally met her destination.

And there was a huge hole in the ground, and little spots of fire were burning and huge rocks were scattered everywhere that came from the ground, and there were boulders of fire that burned.

"Oh my god…"

Mikeala whispered as she saw what was in the middle of the crater. In the moonlight and in the rain mixed together from the storm, it's long wings glowed and shimmered like tiny diamonds and there were many symbols on it's wings and back that showed what it was and……who it was.

"Starscream…."

Starscream's POV

The rain and the lightning was just too much to handle, and it drove the Seeker off course to where he was flying in the first place. Starscream never gave much thought to what purpose his given mission had, but he took it anyway.

The Seeker was horribly injured and the lightning from the black storm striked him right in the chest, almost hitting his spark.

Being injured wasn't much fun, and Starscream's optics didn't have the power to turn themselves on to let him know what was going on. (Primus, help me….) Starscream thought and hoped everything would be alright.

But from the sensors on his armor, Starscream could feel something. Something was touching his lower left arm and then it slowly traveled to his chassis and then it slowly went to his chest.

"Ugh," Starscream mumbled.

His wires, hot. Whatever was touching him, was incredibly soft. And it was almost like a soft tickle, but more fragile.

"Hmm."

Most of his systems wires were fragile and it seemed the pain was irreplaceable. Most of his armor was broken and it could no longer be used anymore, and Starscream was really annoyed. (What--Where am I?) Starscream was just--he was just in pain, so much pain! It was excruciating.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Starscream groaned, and all the poor Seeker could do was to just lay there in the dirt. But then….the soft movement came back to him and it was the only thing comforting to the robot.

"Hold on, I'll be right back! Just hold on! I'll get my truck."

Another voice came…? It sounded like a female?

It was a female that spoke?

W-What the f-frag!?

Wait, was that a-a human!?

Was that the comforting touch!?

Starscream was shocked, but he was too much in pain to get up and fragging shoot the damn fleshy that dares touches him! Was he now infected with a disease? What if the fleshy was dirty, then what!? If he survives this one, he would clean himself 10 times before going back. (Get away from me you fragging fleshling! Do not touch me! Don't you dare touch me!)

His systems let out some hot steam and fire came from his boosters and he lifted himself from the giant crater, and he crashed down again. The wires in his arms stung like acid fire that was alive and eating his body away! (That was stupid…But worth it.) And then finally, he fell into recharge for the pain was too much and the Seeker hoped that he'd survive.

Mikeala's POV

Mikeala sighed. (He better appreciate this! But he's a freakn Decepticon! Would he appreciate this? I hope so, and he better as hell not kill me. And what would I just do!? Just leave him there? Ok, this was incredibly stupid thing to do, but it was something worth doing I guess. Wait, was it worth it?) Mikeala thought.

Mikeala had no idea what she would do when the fiery Decepticon Jet would wake up and find out where he was.

Let out a fiery fit. Or…Who knows.

"Sometimes, we gotta save lives someday…."

She whispered and she looked at Starscream, and she smiled.

Next Morning:

"Listen to me, Wheelie, I need you to get my tools and some oil and a couple of rags."

"Is he still out?"

"Yea, and when he wakes up, he's going to be so pissed off! But he's wounded, so he's harmless."

"Well, he won't be so harmless when you fix him…" Wheelie shot back and Mikeala flinched, and she hadn't thought this through.

"Well…..maybe he'll appreciate what I did for him and he'll let me live…." Mikeala blinked and she was just absolutely clueless of what she would do when he would try killing her.

She had no weapons to protect herself against him and the Autobots were in Diego Garcia, which was really far away. Starscream was a deadly Decepticon and she doubted that he would thank her.

"I doubt it."

"Wheelie, I don't want your negativity right now. All you think about is the negative things. Just think about the positive things…."

"Like killing him right now, before he kills us and put his body where it can't be found."

"No, like, well….running for our lives…if he does try." Mikeala blinked.

"See! Bad things happen when your around this death machine!"

"Wheelie, just calm down! We're going to get through this! Just chillax! Now, give me the wrench….!" Mikeala looked at the body of the fighting jet and began to work her way up his arm and to his chest.

1 Hour Later:

"Oh, my gosh! This is freakn impossible! How can Ratchet fix these guys!? I don't get it! I have no idea where this thing goes, and what is this? Is this a wire, er, what!? What is it, Wheelie!? What is it!?"

"Hey, you're the doctor here! Figure it out yourself!" Wheelie responded, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I thought that since you're a robot, I thought you'd know!"

"Well, Warrior Goddess, I don't! I really don't! So, good luck!"

Mikeala rolled her eyes and touched her forehead and all the wires seemed to be very complicated, and it would take a lot of time to fix and she needed some parts from the store. And maybe some oil, and new wires.

Mikeala looked at a very large and long silver wire that was tangled, and it was attached to his hand and connected to his palm, and his hand was clawed and it looked very dangerous.

Then it twitched!

"Stand back! I-I think he's waking up!"

Chapter 2:

"What do we do!? What do we do!? What do we do!? He's waking up! And if he wakes up, then we're dead! We're dead, I tell you!"

"Shut up! Shut up! He's still wounded, so that means he's still down! And if he's on the ground, and down, then he's vulnerable…!" Mikeala said, and she jumped up in fear and backed up into the wall.

"And when he sees that a human fleshy's helping him, then he'll attack no matter what! You don't know Starscream like I do, Warrior Goddess. He'll eat you alive, and spit you back out, I've seen it!"

"Oh don't be a puss! Just calm down!"