Hi Guys! This is my FIRST fanfiction! How will the Decepticons react when two fangirls show up in the Nemesis with more than a few surprises for them? They have NO idea what's in store...

Knockout POV

"Will you be more careful with that stuff? You might as well have slagged it when you brought it to the Autobots," I heard a female voice ranting.

"I'm trying to concentrate, Crystal. Do you know how heavy these are?"

"Ugh, Samantha, stop complaining. Do you know how many fans the 'cons have?"

"Yeah, but…"

I stopped my buffing and scanned the room for where the source of the sound. Two extremely annoying voices had been bickering back and forth for what seemed an entire solar-cycle. I peeked up from my paintjob and glimpsed the desk where Breakdown used to read a datapad for joors.

"The paint must be bothering my processor," I groaned quietly, covering my optics with my servos.

I dropped the buffer when my liege stepped into the med bay, dragging a rather crushed Starscream behind him.

"Starscream requires medical attention," Megatron stated coldly, throwing his second in command on the medical berth in a rather undignified manner.

"Of, course, my lord. May I ask what happened?" I nodded toward Starscream's shaking form.

"Starscream has failed me for the last-"

Megatron was cut off when a blue explosion inside the med bay rocked the ship. Shortly after, a Groundbridge of the same color appeared in the corner of my paint storage closet, its door thrown open.

"What did you do this time, Crystal?"

"Shut up, Samantha. This fragging invention won't do anything I tell it to!"

The voices were back! And seeing the expressions on Lord Megatron's and Starscream's faces told me that they had heard it too. What the Pit was happening?

Two human femmes, one carrying boxes that looked like it would fall over any millisecond, walked out the closet, scowling at each other.

"I told you it would work," the empty-handed human snapped.

"Whatever you say, Crystal," the other femme snorted, rolling her optics, or 'eyes' they called them.

Lord Megatron aimed his heated fusion cannon at the two humans and growled, "Who are you?"

"Oh blessed Primus, is that who I think it is?" one of the humans mumbled, dropping her haul to metal floor, creating a loud crunch.

"Samantha, do you know how long it took me to organize those papers?" 'Crystal' vented.

'Samantha' slowly pointed at the direction of my leader.

"IT"S MEGZY!" she screeched, making me wince from my sensitive audio receptors. She ran up to him, seemingly unaware of his huge cannon pointed at her head, and bombarded him with questions, her expression a mix of awe and respect.

"I do not take kindly to strangers," he growled, his faceplates taking on a hint of confusion. "Who are you?"

"Crystal, calm down. You're getting nowhere," Samantha commanded Crystal in a collected voice. "We are representatives of all your fans from our dimension. We've come here to deliver all their messages to you!"

"What in Primus's name…?" Starscream murmured furrowing his optic ridges, immediately attracting the girl dubbed Crystal's attention.

"Hey, Samantha? It's Screamer. Right in front of me," Samantha's first reaction to hearing the flat statement was…..

"OH SLAGGING PRIMUS! IT"S STARSCREAM!" she shrieked, defying her own command. How could one so small be so fragging LOUD?

"Why did you come here?" Megatron boomed, silencing the two femmes.

"Duh! Didn't we just tell you? We're here to deliver messages to you from your millions of fans!"

If you could say, ask, or give anything to the Decepticons, what would it be? Drop a review in the box below and maybe, just MAYBE, I might use in the next chapter. Toodles!