Notes: Legal stuff: Dont own the TF's, dont own the song, just borrowing them for some fun. So don't sue me.

Dedication: This is the tenth story in my series, I would never have had the confidence to get this far with out all of my readers and fans out there. So with much gratitude and a hope that you will keep following the story, I would like to dedicate this milestone to all of my readers and fans! Thanks for all of your support and kind words. Enjoy!

RP1

Crash and Burn: part 1

I was warm, I was happy and the last thing I wanted to do at that point was to move. However that wretched little contraption sitting on the bed side simply refused to shut its self up. She had already reached out and slapped the thing back into silence more than once, but it refused to give up and let us enjoy our selves. This time I lay there beside her for a few seconds longer and then proceeded to get irate with the thing. I have spent the last nine million years getting dragged out of recharge at the skid plate crack of dawn. For once I was intent on enjoying, as Angel would have put it, sleeping in.

So I was less than thrilled when the alarm yowled at us over and over again. She snuggled back into me for a second and proceeded to try and pull away in order to get up and turn the thing off. I had other ideas. I proceeded to sit up glare at the thing for a few seconds, pull my ion cannon out of sub space and blow the thing into about a million bits. It was a pretty good shot actually, it didn't damage the table and it didn't destroy any thing else, just sent bits of the thing flying in a five foot radius.

Angel leaned her self up on one elbow and looked at it, looked at me, and then grinned at me.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do something like that?"

I had to smile down at her then proceeded to settle back down and pat the pillow next to me. Angel snuggled back up into my arms and we were both well on our way to going back to sleep. When the door to her room flew open and her whole family stormed into the room and glared at the two of us.

"WHAT was that?" Her mom got out.

"Did something explode?" This was her father.

About ten other people had come into the room and were making comments about the noise. Angel glared at them and I suddenly wished that I had refrained from shooting the thing if only to keep them from bothering us. Still now it was started and to be perfectly honest I should have seen the next comment that some one made, her grandfather I think.

"So are you two kids gonna sleep all day? Its time to get out of bed"

I heard Angel groan and bury her head in her pillow and I checked my own internal chronometer and saw that it was just barely Five AM. I looked down at the pillow that was covering the head of my life mate and had to ask the question that was just hanging in the air.

"I thought you said your family was made up of civilians?"

I got a muffled response from some where under the pillow and then she proceeded to pop up and toss it at the nearest relative.

"OUT!" She snarled, "WE were trying to sleep!"

"But what was that noise?" He mom continued.

"It's called an Ion Cannon," Angel growled back, "That's what happens when you go around setting people's clocks for FIVE AM!"

"Your husband blew up the alarm clock?" Her father suddenly sounded amused.

"That's what I said wasn't it?"

Her father continued to look amused for a second and then proceeded to herd all the rest of the family out of the room and look back at us, "look I am sorry about that, you know your Grandpa."

She groaned and looked at him, "HE knows my room is off limits, besides I was the one that came here and set this place up for the rest of you nutcases!"

"I know honey I know," He still looked amused some what but shook his head at us, "Go on back to sleep, you two are technically on vacation so get up when it suits you Okay?"

She nodded to him, "Thanks Daddy."

The door closed behind him and she put her head down on her arms and smooshed her face into the mattress.

"I'm sorry 'Rion!"

I looked down at her and grinned at her new habit. She had taken to calling my by my real name since we our return from Cybertron about a two weeks ago. It was kind of unnerving at first but on about the third day when I found out it was only for me alone, it turned out to be as endearing as hell and so she had kept it up.

I leaned down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders, "Don't worry about it Angel. It's not like I don't have my fair share of nuts for you to put up with back home."

She rolled over and stared up at me, "Oh don't start! My family makes Red Alert look positively sane and you know it."

I leaned closer and kissed her before more protests could come out of her mouth.

"Look love," I grinned, "I think they are doing just fine for now, besides at least they didn't flip out about me like you thought they were going to."

She rolled her eyes and flopped her head back remembering two days ago when the call had come into her cell phone at the ark. It turned out to be her mother on the other end. The woman was informing Angel that a family crisis had arisen and that she was needed back home to help solve it. It took Angel the better part of an afternoon to get up the wherewithal to tell me what was going on and then tells me that, like it or not, she had to go back home and deal with this mess.

I think she must have believed that I was going to get angry or up set over her having to go home and look after her family, because her jaw hit ground zero when I told her that not only did I demand that she go back and give them what ever help they needed, but that I would be going with her to make sure she had someone to take care of her. She managed to stutter a few words about the command needing me and me not being able to take time out of a war just to look after her.

Protests which I quickly shut up by telling her that Megatron and most of the Decepticons were still on Cybertron, to scared after Megatron's last stunt to show up and cause much of anything. So I assured her that left me free to look after my girl for a change. After that she didn't have a lot else to say so she packed her bags and hugged Alyssa goodbye, and told every one else that we would be back in a week or two.

I looked back at the entrance as we pulled off and caught a look between Alyssa and Wheeljack, the grin that meant we'd probably have about two days there to deal with Angel's family alone and then they would follow us.

So I had taken off and we had arrived about three hours before the rest of my life mate's family. I had already met her parents but the rest of them would be something new to me. Angel stood in the door way watching them arrive with a look of complete dread on her face. Indeed some of them did give off the impression that they dearly wanted to say some thing about her relationship but she stood there holding on to my arm daring any of them to say anything.

It wasn't to long after that that her parents showed up and we found out exactly what it was that was going on here. Her sister, who had been causing hell in My Angel's family from the moment her sister had hit 18, had come to an impasse between her oldest child and her husband. The fact of the matter was that when the kid was around the husband he showed more than a few signs that what he would love to do most would be ring the man's neck. This of course didn't turn out to be mere hostility or jealousy Angel had informed me, no this husband was the latest in a long line of abusive husbands. I felt my self gape a second time when Angel informed me over dinner that not only was this guy yet another abusive mate but that this was husband number seven.

Angel's mother piped up from across the table and told her that she shouldn't go around telling the family's dirty laundry to just any one. Angel folded her own arms and then glared promptly responding that A) If she couldn't tell her OWN husband who WAS she allowed to tell and B) it wasn't her fault that she'd managed to make a relationship work and her sister couldn't. That one set her whole family back and resulted in profuse apologies from ever one at that dinner table.

That had been last night, and once the dinner dishes were done we had come in here and planned on keeping to our selves until some one needed us. She finally made a wiggling motion and I let her up, to go and retrieve her pillow. A few seconds later she was settled back down and was dozing off again. I wanted to go back to sleep but something kept on haunting me. The way that the whole family had reacted about her sister's problems, all of them seemed to think that it was something to hide. Honestly, Angel hadn't really told me that much other than her sister's husbands had been jerks, and that she was in the process of working on number seven. As I settled back down next to her I found my self thinking that there was probably a great deal more to it than that. The anger I had seen in her eyes when she had told her family off last night hinted that there was something more. I would have to see if I could find out just what HAD happened to her and why this whole mess seemed to have her on edge. There was that made me wonder, as I looked down at her. It made me wonder if she didn't, in her own way, have as many emotional wounds as I did.