"Red!" I heard as I approached the table at the mess hall I sat at. I sat with Slater, Epps, Lennox and their team, which included Fig, Mike, Jared, Graham and Katherine, who we all called Kat.

It was nice to have friends, even if we weren't the closest bunch. Slater and I had been to it being exactly that, Slater and I. Most people only wanted to be around us because of our money and our family connections. No one in Lennox's team gave a shit, which was a change that we welcomed with open arms.

Fig was just happy to have someone, who understood him, when he went off on a tangent in Spanish. Mike was a smart ass, who more often than not pissed everyone else in the group off. We just couldn't get rid o him for some reason. Jared was the nice guy of the group. It was hard to imagine him in action, fighting cons. I mean he acted as if I would hurt him, to hurt a fly. Graham was stoic. Getting any type of read on him was damn near impossible, so we just assumed that he was okay, since Lennox and Epps did. Last, but not lease, there was Kat. Kat and I were either best friends or the worst of enemies. It just depended on the day. She wasn't fond of my special treatment, since I was the All Spark, nor was she a fan of my blatant disregard for authority. I wasn't a fan of her constant nagging nor her wicked attitude.

"How the fuck am I still Red?" I asked, sitting down with my bowl of cereal and carton of milk. I set it down and ran a hand through my now blonde hair. I didn't do it for any particular reason. My hair grew fast, faster than a normal person's. I had to get haircuts often or else it became way too much to handle. I was too lazy to dye it again, so I just grew it out.

"Shit!" I swore when I thought I felt my hair get stuck on my nail. I checked it for anything that would need filed or touched up before turning to my food.

"I have never seen someone so damn obsessed with their nails," Lennox said.

"She's OCD."

"Fuck off, Slater."

"Make me bitch."

"Cat fight!" Mike said happily.

Katherine smacked him upside the head. "Pig."

I rolled my eyes, before turning my attention to the others. "So what's on the agenda for you guys today?" I asked.

"Training, training, lunch, training, a meeting with Galloway, then dinner, and we're done for the day."

"So glad I don't have to deal with that asshole," Mike said.

"I'll agree with you on that one," Katherine said.

"What do you two have to do?" Fig asked Slater and I.

"I have to work," Slater said.

"You still work?" they asked her.

"It's an apprenticeship. I'm not going to be some fucking scratcher. Hell no!"

"Scratcher?"

"It's a tattoo thing," I answered. "I guess it's a good thing we didn't end up in Diego Garcia like I thought we would. Diego Garcia would be pretty and isolated, but we're much better of here. Even though I'm still isolated." I tagged on the last part with a scowl.

"When you can fully hide the All Spark's signature, you may once again go out and interact with the world."

"Whatever Ratchet," I said. Then it clicked in my head. "Ratchet?" I turned around and was surprised at what Isaw. "NO FUCKING WAY!" I screamed. "They work?"

"There will need to be additional test, but yes for the most part the holoforms work mostly in part to your work," he said. His usual frown turned into a slight smile.

I squealed and jumped up and down. I'd been working with Ratchet for months on the holoform tech. I had yet to see one fully working though. Ratchet didn't leave, and I knew there was something else. "I take it that's not the only reason you're here?" I asked.

"Nope. It's time for your examination and training."

"Didn't I push myself enough yesterday?" I whined.

"You're the one that made it clear you hoped to be in control of you All Spark power soon. I am only helping you do as you wish."

"Cause you're such a people pleaser," I scoffed.

"I'll take your stuff," Katherine volunteered.

"Thanks Kat. All right Hatchet let's go."

"I told you quit calling me that."

"And I want my nails to never break. Some things just aren't gonna happen." I followed him out of the mess hall and to the medbay. He picked me up and set me on the berth. Just then Prime walked in. Doing my training with Prime was way better. He was more patient than Ratchet, and his presence kept Ratchet from bitching me out.

"I can't wait until the next wave of bots arrive," I said off handedly, while Ratchet worked on setting up a drone that he wanted me to activate.

I had a routine. They figured that if I possessed the All Spark's power, I possessed the power to create life. They also thought that I should be able to heal bots. Then there was the last part, masking my energy, so that I could go out in public without cons riding my ass. Ratchet set the drone in front of me.

"Now Blake, it seems lately that your problem hasn't been expelling your energy. You've been doing that just fine. It seems that you release too much and short all of the drone's circuits," Ratchet explained.

"So I fry it?"

"Yes," Optimus said.

"Any suggestions on how not to fry it?" I asked.

"You're the one, who saw Primus," Ratchet said.

"He didn't exactly give me a fucking manual. There was no damn How To Be the All Spark 101."

"If you could withhold your energy, then you'd be able to choose how much you output."

"So I have to go back to trying to mask it?" I asked. I wasn't happy about it at all. Completely holding the energy in was difficult, so difficult in fact I couldn't do it.

"I believe so." Optimus said. "Do not fret though. If you can't begin to master it today, we still have today and the next day."

"Blake you just need to focus and quit worrying about stupid things like your nails, shoes and hair."

"You telling me to focus only frustrates me! It pisses me off to no fucking end! IF IT WAS FOCUS THAT WOULD FUCKING WORK, THEN I WOULDN'T BE HERE RIGHT NOW, BUT I WOULD BE DRIVING DOWN RODEO DRIVE IN MY BUGATI TO GO SHOPPING!" I screeched. I was starting to go a little stir crazy.

"I think that is enough for today," Optimus said, giving his CMO a pointed look. Optimus picked me up and set me down on the ground. "I will make sure that Galloway understands that you just aren't up to his questioning today."

"If that fucker comes looking for me, I don't give a fuck, who I piss off I am going to choke the shit out of him." I stormed out of the medbay and started to look for something to do. I don't know why though. I went to my room. I slammed the door shut, put in my CD that was a mix of the Runaways and Joan Jett and the Black Hearts. I twisted my hair up into a sloppy bun, and sat down at my desk and started staring at the things on trying to come up with an idea for something. I failed.

I moved over to my bed and dug around in my night stand pulling out my Q-tips and cotton balls. They were followed by nail polish remover. I began to take of the gun metal nail polish that currently coated them. My cuticles were already perfect, so I began to dig around for a color nothing really caught my eye, until I sat the electric blue sitting at the bottom of the drawer unopened. Painting my nails was second nature to me. I never worried about making mistakes and painting my finger. Instead I thought about other things.

"What kind of crap are you on?" I asked Casey.

He looked up from his spot out by the pool and smiled at me. "I'm not on anything," he said. "I'm doing yoga."

"I see that. Why?" I raised an eye brow at him.

"I'm trying to center myself. Once you've centered yourself, you're in control of yourself."

"So what? If I had booze in my system and I was centered, I could control it?"

"Not exactly, more like you control the energy in yourself."

"So if I had energon in my system, I could control it?" I pressed.

"Considering it is a foreign substance and a form of energy you might be able to, but we'll never have to worry about that. Meditation is better suited for centering yourself, focusing on the energy within you."

"Bursting my bubble," I muttered. "I can dream they're real. Plus I wouldn't be able to control it anyways. I would get energon poisoning. Not fun."

"It scares me how seriously you take Transformers."

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you," I threatened. I grabbed my air mattress and threw it into the pool. I got in and laid down on it. After a few moments I had to ask. "How much of what you said did you make up?"

"I'm not gonna say I made it up. It's just my way of interpreting it."

"Only you."

"You love me."

"I don't have any other option."

I floated around for a little while in silence. I knew Casey was still there, but he wasn't gonna say anything else. I was just fine to soak up some sun.

"COWABUNGA! " Slater screamed. She jumped in the pool practically on top of me causing me to fall off of my raft.

"You made a funny," Casey said. "Master Splinter always relevant."

"SLATER!" I screeched driving after her. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"Might as well join in." Casey dove in and splashed me. I splashed right back before jumping onto Slater's back and pushing her under the water.

That's when it hit me. If I could just center myself, I might be able to control the All Spark energy within me. I finished up my nails, before doing exactly as Casey had done that day. I remembered that day perfectly. It was one of the better ones, one of the last ones like it.

Despite how stupid I thought he was doing it, I began to understand it. As I relaxed and began to get more into it, I couldn't help but feel more focused on myself, not in my usual shallow way. It kind of felt like something was pooling up inside of me, in my chest.

I thought I had it as soon as I did, I walked over to the little mechanical bug I had. I set it down on my desk and put a hand over it. I thought about the pool of energy and letting it flow to my hand. It glowed for a moment.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Slater asked, Starbucks in hand.

She scared the hell out of me and I lost control of the flow. It sent a bright blue flash through the desk. All of the electronics on it began to transform and soon enough they were shooting.

"Shit!" I swore. I pushed past Slater. "Run!"

"God damn it!" She went tearing out after me.

"LENNOX!"

"EPPS!"

"KAT!"

"MIKE!"

"ANY BOT WITH A HOLOFORM!"

"Blake why didn't you just fry them?" Slater asked.

"Cause they're the first ones I've made," I answered, running toward the medbay.