Hey guys!

So here's my thought. I figured that I kinda skimped out on giving these little side stories to you guys, because I was in such a rush to get into the sequel. But while I'm ahead on the Soul Recon, and find myself at an impasse, writing these little shorts gives me something to help clear my head. It also helps when I've been stressing out about a lot of things here lately. I've been being overly critical about how my trip to Vegas is going to work out, worrying about everything with flying there. I haven't flown in ten years, and when I did, I had my entire family flying with me. This time I'm taking a solo flight, and I've never been more than a few minutes away from friends and family before, so I'm stressing out about everything...

Anyway, I thought that writing these little drabbles would help me clear my head, as well as give you guys something to look forward to while I make you wait forever and a day for chapters from Soul Recon.

Now this first chapter is part of the flashback from chapter nine in the Soul Recon series, but I'm posting chapter two right away so I can give you guys something new.

So here it is! Let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, and claim no ownership to anything in this story that is under anyone else's copyright. The only thing I own in this story is my character "Cat".

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"Really, Cat, there's nothing I'd like more than to have someone else do all of the work, but you're not supposed to be up and around so much!" Judy carefully guided the young fighter to the living room where she was hoping that Cat would take the hint and sit down to rest.

At this point Cat had only lived with the family for a few weeks She had already managed, with the aid of Sam and Mikaela as well as the rehab specialist that came out three times a week, to be rid of her walking aids completely. Although it didn't mean that her walking skills were back to one hundred percent. Her legs were still in a weakened state, and she wore down easily. At this point in time, Sam and Mikaela were out with Bumblebee, leaving Cat at home with Sam's parents.

"Are you sure? I mean, I've been sitting around here like a blob for all this time, I'm sure there's something I could do to help you out," Cat asked. Sam had warned her that being too generous would give his parents full reign over what they "needed" help with around the house. But she grew tired of being laid up all the time and being taken care of.

"Nonsense! We're doing this as a favor for you saving Sam! There's no reason for you to feel like you owe us anything!" Judy explained cheerfully.

Cat sat down in the darkening room and gave a gruff sigh, "If you insist…"

"I insist!" The older woman replied as she walked back into the kitchen to finish up cleaning after their dinner.

It was getting pretty dark outside, but of course, that didn't affect Cat. Her specialized lens in her left eye changed into it's night vision mode at her will and she quickly found the remote for the television next to the chair she was sitting in. She grabbed it off of the end table, but before she powered the television on-

"OUCH! Why are all the lights turned off in here?!" Ron stubbed his toe on the edge of the couch, across from where Cat sat.

Ron reached for a nearby lamp, which stood next to the couch. He turned the small knob to fire up the lamp, but nothing happened.

"Judy! I thought you said that you replaced the bulb in this thing?!" he yelled.

"I did! But I don't think that was the problem! I think it's time we just threw out that old thing and-" Judy yelled from the kitchen.

"No, no! Nothing doing! There's no point in throwing something away in this good of shape! I'm sure it can be fixed!" Ron replied, putting his foot down on the matter.

"Ronald, we've had that old thing since Sam was born! Besides, you don't know anything about fixing lamps! Just make it easy on yourself and go buy another one!" the woman scolded.

"You don't even know what the problem is! Maybe you didn't screw the bulb in all the way!," Ron replied with hint of sarcasm.

"….Fine! Spend your entire weekend fixing the thing yourself then! But when you give up on it, make sure it's before eight o'clock in the evening," Judy scoffed.

Ron and Cat both looked to the hallway that led to the kitchen, confused.

"Why eight?" Ron asked.

"Because, dear, that's when the Home Depot closes…" Judy stated.

Cat let out a snort of laughter, and Ron turned in her direction, having not known that she was there to begin with.

"…Sorry…" Cat stopped the laughing as soon as Ron had given her that "look".

"Didn't see you there, Cat…" he looked away for a moment but stopped, looking as if he had an idea. Looking back to Cat and squinting better to see her in the dark room, Ron asked, "Hey you're super smart. You think you can help me fix this lamp?"

Before Cat could answer, Judy's voice boomed through the hallways, "Don't you dare involve that poor girl!"

"Ah, she's fine! Good to go, eh kiddo?" Ron coaxed Cat into joining him into trying to fix the lamp.

Cat was about to speak, once again, before there were several loud "booms" from down the hallway before Judy appeared, a frown on her face.

"You heard the rehab doctor! No physical exertion!" she bellowed.

"Judy, you've had her sitting around the house twenty-three hours of the day. Let the kid get up and around now and then, will you?" Ron argued.

"If we let her roam around too much, she'll exhaust herself, and that other big, scary, yellow thing will be around here more often! I'm surprised the neighbors haven't noticed that our backyard has turned into an interstellar lounge area, yet!"

"So what if the neighbors notice?! Who would believe them? Let them announce it on the six o'clock news, for all we care! They'd lock them up in the psych ward and throw away the key!" Ron rebutted.

At this point, Judy was about to throw a fit. She pointed a finger in her husbands face, but the darkness in the room was suddenly lifted. The lamp had turned on, seemingly by itself. Ron and Judy looked to Cat, who was now standing near the wall, dumbfounded.

"It was uh… It was unplugged," the girl smiled sheepishly.

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No Chapter Teasers for this story. These are just little ficlets, so I'm not going to worry about it.