"Why don't you shut up little bitch!" I was shoved back.

"Make me slut!" I gave her the finger.

"Slut?" Her fist swung towards me.

"Slut!" I sidestepped her fist and swung my own. It connected with her face.

"You whore!" Her fist flew at my nose, cracking it.

An enraged scream left me as I tackled her to the floor.

Her blows landed on me and mine landed on her. Bruises were already forming and blood already covered us.

"EOUNGH!" The slut and I were suddenly ripped apart. Coach Evans was holding her back so that meant either Miss Hagraves or Mr. Battipag had hold of me. "THIS LITTLE SHOW YOU TWO PUT ON IS REFLECTIONG ON OUR SCHOOL!" Oh no. "AND AS YOUR PRINCIPAL IT'S REFLECTING ON ME AS WELL!" Not Uncle George. I was shoved foreword, Coach Evans doing the same with the slut. Great. "Now make up you twerps." "NOW MAKE UP YOU TWERPS!"

I glared at the slut harder just as she did the same with me. "I am oh so very sorry." She said with sarcasm. "I didn't mean to hurt your pretty face."

"Oh don't worry." A smirk settled on my lips. "Your face is worse off than mine." You could practically see the steam leaving her red head. "Although I must say," a feral grin arrived, "You look much prettier now."

A scream flew out of her mouth as she suddenly lunged foreword and pushed me. The grin on my face left. The barrier keeping people from falling over the edge passed under my back. The slut's face was a mixture of shock, fear, and regret. Uncle George, Coach Evans, and Miss Hagraves stared at me in shock. So did the rest of the students that had gathered around.

And then they were gone. All that was left was the blue sky and someone screaming.

…Wait…

That's me!

/

Curious? Well that's where everything went dark and pain coursed throughout my body. To put it simply, I just died. I, Lianna Martucio, just died. And it started out as such a good day too.

It was beautiful. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and it was the perfect weather for short shorts! Unfortunately my roommate was Ashley Mason, aka the slut. She's also the school bully. Since our last names are so close together we got paired up as roommates for the field trip to Hoover Dam.

That's where it all went down hill. We were at Hoover Dam taking in the sights when the slut started bullying a freshman. So I did what I always did when I saw her bullying someone, I stepped in.

And by stepped in I mean I jerked the freshman away and kicked the slut in the shin. Now normally the slut just kicks me back, but today she must've been on her period. Instead of kicking she slapped me. That's when we started yelling each other and fighting.

Then Uncle George, our school's Principal, made us "apologize". And we finally get to the part where the slut accidentally pushes me over the edge of Hoover Dam and I fall to my death.

…If I died…how the hell am I remembering everything?

I struggled to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. It was as if I didn't even have eyelids. Damnit. My arm gave a slight twitch as pain suddenly flared up within it. I whimpered as it got worse. It felt as if something in my arm simply snapped.

More pain washed through me. My body finally registering the pain on my back and knee. A slight cry escaped me as I did my best to curl into myself. How the hell did I survive that fall?

I practically willed my eyes to open. And they did. Just not in the way I expected.

Light slowly filtered into my eyes. As if someone turned on the lights in that slow manner to piss someone off. The colors were sharper than I was used to. What's weirder, words were flashing across my vision.

Optics: Onlining

Damage: Critical

Left Arm Energon Line: Critical Condition

Right Leg: Critical Condition

Energon Levels: 14% and Dropping

The words practically flew away from me as something sounded above me. Almost like a jet's engine.

I willed myself to look up despite the pain. I wanted to know why a jet was at Hoover Dam.

What the hell?

That jet isn't a jet. It looked jet-ish, just pointier. And deadlier. And much fucking scarier.

I winced again as pain pulsed through me. It hurts. I let another whimper out as I closed my eyes- somehow. Tears were leaking form them.

"What's this?" My entire self froze. That voice was sort of robotic and dark. "A sparkling? Hehehe." Something picked me up, and it wasn't gentle about it either. "Don't cry. You're barely feeling anything." Something tightened around me, causing me to cry out in a series of whirls and whines.

There was no time to wonder over the noises that escaped me as I was suddenly dropped. The voice from before let out a pained yell as metal clanged together.

The pain intensified as I slammed against something metal, feeling it gently curl around me.

More whimpers left me when I heard guns and cannons going off. Right above me.

An almost metallic scream rang thru the air, followed by that dark voice. "Damn you Autobot scum!" There was a strange sound and then the sound of a jet flying away.

I gave a few pained whines as I was brought against smoother metal. It was warm.

A gruff voice suddenly broke through he silence. "It's all right little one. I'm gonna get you to safety. Just don't start crying." This one sounds…nice…

I let out a whirl how the hell am I making these noises from curiosity. I wanted to see who and what was holding me.

My eyes 'opened' and the thing holding me filled my vision.

…

A screech flew out of my mouth, paining my ears.

I was looking up at a giant robot. A complete honest to fucking god robot. A scary honest to fucking god robot. Who was cringing from my screech.

"Shh! Shh! Quiet! It's all right! Please! Please stop screaming!" The robot began to freak out. It was shushing me and pulling faces that looked kind of funny. I eventually calmed down, but was still scared of it. "Thank Primus. I'm sorry for scaring you little one." It seemed genuine and now that I think about this 'it' sounded masculine. So this 'it' was a he. "I'm gonna take you to a friend of mine. He'll getcha fixed up. I'm Ironhide by the way."

Ironhide strange name pulled me against what I'm going to assume is his chest and began running. He seemed to know where he was going and occasionally stopped to shoot a few other robots.

He eventually came upon two robots that he didn't shoot at. The shorter one was silver and had blue eyes, I think they're eyes. The other one, who was also shorter than Ironhide, was sort of yellow and red. He had blue eye things too.

And Ironhide here, he was sort of shiny black and way bigger than the other two. His eye thingies were blue too. Is that a trend or something?

"Ratchet!" He yelled. "I need ya help!" He shoved his hands towards the yellow robot, Ratchet maybe, who immediately snatched me up.

Ratchet was probably a male too.

He stared at me as I felt a tingling sensation pass thru me. It was weird, but nice.

"Where the frag did you find a sparkling?" He asked.

Ironhide spoke up behind me, resulting in me turning to look at him with a whirl. Again with the noises. "In Starscream's claws. He was trying to squeeze the spark outta 'im."

"Where'd e snatch 'im from?" I turned to look at the silver one, assuming that it was him that spoke. Assuming that this was also a guy.

Ironhide gently set one of his fingers on my head. "Probably from his Seita's arms."

Words flashed across my vision again.

Energon Levels: 5% and Dropping Stasis Lock: Imminent

I shook my head from the wooziness that suddenly overcame me. Stasis lock?

"This isn't good." I looked up at Ratchet with a curious whirl. Why is there two of him? "His back is scratched up! The energon line in his left arm is broken! He has no right leg," No…right leg?…What?, "And he's about to go into Stasis Lock from energon loss!"

Stasis Lock: Imminent

"Oh Primus," he muttered.

Stasis Lock: Imminent

Everything suddenly started to darken.

Stasis Lock: In Progress

"What is it?" The silver one asked.

Stasis Lock: In Progress

I could barely see anything.

Stasis Lock: In Progress

"She's a femme." Ratchet whispered.

Stasis Lock: Enabled

/

Seita- Mother