hello there all! This is something that came into my head while reading the brilliant fic 'Madness' created by KD Zeal. In fact, it stars her character. Once again, the Professor makes an appearance (if you read through many of my other fics, you'll find this is a common occurence), only this time, she herself is in danger. What will happen? Read on to find out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Only wish I did. Rhianna belongs to KD Zeal, who very kindly let me borrow her for this fic. i'll give her back in one piece, promise!

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The sun shone down on the busy state of LA, as it always did. The streets were bustling with people and traffic, as they always were. The beaches were lined with holiday-makers and sunbathers as far as the eye could see. As usual. In fact, nothing about that day made it different from any other day. Except for the fact that nothing was as it had been. People acted as normal as they could, but they constantly had the niggling thoughts and recognitions. They looked at each vehicle that passed, wondering; they watched ever vending machine they walked by, hoping, hoping and praying that what happened in Mission City was the end of it. But one girl had worries all of her own.

The street Rhianna Westcot came into had not changed in the past eleven years. She felt the warm feeling of recognition as she approached one house, hand instinctly reaching for the doorknob. It hovered over the handle as a different feeling washed over her. One of cold grief. This was her parents' house. They had died when she was just six years old, leaving her alone in the world with only her aunt and uncle to bring her up. She didn't like to use the term 'care for', they didn't. Or, at least, her uncle didn't. With a sigh, she reached into her back pocket, pulling out the one silver key she had taken from her aunt and uncle's room while they had been out. Slipping it into the lock, she turned it, smiling when she heard the satisfying click resound from within.

"This is home sweet home. Not back there," she sighed as she dumped her filled rucksack on the linen covered coffee table. Nothing had changed. Everything was still as it had been. Curious, she ran up the stairs, wine-brown eyes widening in joy. Her room was the same, though much tidier (there was hardly anything in it). She flopped down on the small bed, staring gleefully out of the window. She was happier now that she had escaped them. This was her home.

An hour had passed. Rhianna lay on the mattress of the bed, thinking. There had been someone else in her life. Someone who always helped her with trivial things; fixing a toy, helping with homework. Someone she had wanted to see for a long time, ached to know where she had been, what she had done. Rhianna knew for a fact that her friend was more than she appeared to be. Her parents had known her very well. In fact, they had been travelling companions of hers before they had decided to settle down and start a family. She had visited countless times. They all had known that she wasn't even human; she was a being from another planet far from the one she knew. She was the best friend she had ever had. And now, she waited in her parents' house for the familiar rasping rise and fall of an ancient engine, or a telephone call asking her to meet up with her friend. It had been several months now, almost half a year, since the last time they had seen each other. She sighed. The Professor was the only thing that had really kept her going. Her life was no longer normal since the death of her parents and the start of her new life with her abhorred aunt and uncle. She turned from the window, closing her eyes as a familiar figure appeared in the driveway.

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Great, she had fallen asleep. There wasn't much else to do, really. In hindsight, running to her parents' old house was probably not the best idea she had had. If they were looking for her, they would know exactly where to look. Besides, being here made her nostalgic. What was that? A chink, as of something small hitting her window. There it was again! Curious, she stood from her bed, crossing the short distance between it and her window in two strides. She peered down into the drive way. Her brown eyes almost shone a wine-red, a bright smile breaking across her face. The figure of a woman stood in the driveway, bright green eyes shining in the sunlight, giving them a light of their own. Her shoulder length blonde hair and ankle reaching black cotton coat flowed in the breeze. She smiled up at her, eyes twinkling. The dark-haired teenager ran from her room, appearing again a few seconds later at the front door.

"Professor!!" she cried, running and leaping into the older woman's arms. The Professor chuckled, enveloping her in a warm embrace.

"Hello again, my dear."

The quiet, empty house seemed to come alive the moment the Professor stepped inside. She smiled sadly as she looked at the house, the brightness of her eyes dimming in remembrance. It had held many happy times. Shaking her head she turned to the teenager.

"So how have you been fairing, my girl?"

"Oh, you know. Good." Even though she smiled, the Professor remained unconvinced. Her level of psychic training being one of the best on Gallifrey, her home planet, she saw immediately what the teenager was trying to hide.

"He hurt you again, didn't he? Honestly, Rhianna, if only you would let me 'talk' some sense into that uncle of yours…"

"I don't want you to get hurt." The woman stopped her rant short before anything more was said. Placing a hand on her young friend's shoulder, she rubbed it softly. Rhianna looked up into the bright, deep eyes of her friend, and smiled. The Professor understood her perfectly. She understood what loss felt like, for she herself had lost everything; her family, her home, her race, everything. Rhianna could see it in her eyes, throwing herself into another embrace.

"Oh, my dear Rhianna. Forgive my slight blunder there. You know what I'm like, especially when I let this go." She pointed to her lips. Rhianna laughed, pulling her into the sitting room.

"So, what have you been up to the past six months?" The Professor smiled, recognising the change in subject.

"Oh, you know; this and that. Stopped a couple of invasions, halted a week old battle, saved the Earth more times than I care to mention. The usual, really." Rhianna laughed, unable to do anything else. "What about you?"

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While they talked, caught up on last time, elsewhere the remaining agents of a secret organisation were stirring. They had been tracing someone for a while, making note of where they appeared, whether they were alone, what their habits were and whether they would be of any use to them.

"Simmons. Report." The black bereted agent leapt from his seat, saluting.

"Good news, sir. We found her."

"Where?"

"South Woodland Hills, sir. And she's not alone. There's another with her."

"That's not too far away from where we are based. Bring them both in. we can't afford to lose this opportunity." Simmons saluted, calling for a group of agents gathered nearby to follow him. Banachek turned to a table nearby, looking over failed plans. He looked over the image of their first test subject. NBE-1, coming to be known as Megatron.

"She may not have been anything quite like you, but she may be as useful." He looked to the picture of the giant cube like Allspark. Next to it stood a vial of light blue liquid. "And we'll have to see how she'll react to you."

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And that, dear friends, is chapter 1. Hope you all enjoyed it. And, once again, many thanks to KD Zeal for loaning Rhianna to me. Thanks dude!