Thanks for the reviews! I'm really glad you all are enjoying this so far. Here's chapter number 2!

I awoke to the sounds of voices. I didn't even remember passing out in the first place, but that wasn't what was running through my mind. How did I get where I am and where was I?

I assumed it was a hospital since the last thing I remembered was sirens, but this place didn't look like a hospital. My second guess was a jail, but it appeared too welcoming to be a jail. I was on a stretcher with a blanket wrapped around me and a bag with fluid inside was connected to a tiny hose, pumping the clear liquid into my vein.

My face and back felt swollen and thats when my boyfriend finally crossed my mind and the giant monster that had killed him.

"You're up," a voice that sounded somewhat surprised took me out of my thoughts instantly.

I focused my eyes on the man. He was tall-ish, with dark brown hair and glasses. He took them off, though, and put them on his head. "Yeah," I managed to speak. "I, I- where am I?"

"You're at the Autobot base," he said but that still didn't sound clear to me. "We were tracking something when we found you. You were dehydrated, shocked and obviously a little shaken up. You fainted almost instantly."

"Wait, where am I?"

He sighed, pulling up a chair next to me. "We don't usually say who we are to just anybody, but considering your circumstances and your little run-in with Driller, I was given permission to clarify where you are and who we are." He leaned back a tiny bit in his chair before continuing. "Technically you're at a military base, but this really isn't your ordinary base. My name is Ratchet. I'm Chief Medical Officer here. The best, if not the only one left, of my kind."

I raised an eyebrow. "Your kind?" What was this man telling me?

"I'm sure you've heard of the stories and rumors of Cybertronians on planet Earth. You know, aliens? Giant 'robot' aliens?"

"You mean the ones who they say disguise themselves as vehicles?" I asked, not entirely sure if we were even discussing the same topic. I've heard the rumors before, but that was years ago.

He nodded, to my surprise. "Yeah, those ones. That's what I am. An Autobot. Our enemies, on the other hand, are the Decepticons. You see, many years ago our planet, Cybertron, was forced into a civil war and we were divided into those two factions. Don't worry though, we, the Autobots, are the good guys." I really didn't say anything so he continued on. "So, tell me.. do you remember what you saw last night?"

"I.. I saw this.. huge metal worm thing kill my boyfriend," I admitted. "I don't know why, though.."

"It was a Decepticon. His name is Driller. He killed your boyfriend because no Decepticon likes humans," Ratchet said, but his tone had a bit of sarcasm at the end.

"Well he seemed to like me," I replied. "He saved me."

Ratchet looked confused, "Explain how he saved you."

"Well," I began, looking away for a second to think. "From the time I was little I think he was always there.."

"Hold on," he interrupted. "You can't even be telling me that Driller is your friend-"

"First of all," I started off harshly, interrupting him back. He looked a bit startled. "I don't even know who Driller is! All I know is that damn thing kept me sane when I was a little girl. Because of him I was placed in a hospital for mental problems because nobody believed that he was my only friend. He ruined my childhood, but he was always there for me. Then, when I got older, I forgot about him and he seemed to go away, like he really was my imagination the entire time. Last night, my boyfriend nearly beat the shit out of me, and the next thing I know he's dead on the ground and I'm still alive because whatever the hell it was saw me in distress and killed him."

Ratchet paused for a second after my sudden rant. Suddenly, with no warning, he stood up. "I'll be back."

Was he even listening to me? I rolled my eyes, already annoyed. I don't know why that was so hard to believe, but all I could really think about was when I was going to be able to get out of this stretcher.

Normal POV

"We could use her," Ratchet said, standing in front of a large desk.

"No," The other Autobot shook his head. "We do not put humans with no combat skills into the face of danger intentionally, Ratchet."

"Optimus," Ratchet replied calmly. "She would be in no danger. If what she says is true, then Driller won't lay a mechanical tentacle on her. He obviously has some sort of fascination with her and it's been going on for years. I don't see the issue." Before Optimus could reply, Ratchet spoke once more, "She can get him to come out of hiding for just enough time to go in for the kill."

Optimus, being leader of the Autobots for a rather long time now, new the plan was a good idea, but didn't like the fact that an innocent human would be involved. Although, he had done some other thinking. "I don't like this idea," he finally said. "I.. I mean, it's smart, but not fair to our patient. I think maybe you should discuss it with her. If she agrees to it, then I will talk to Charlotte and Lennox and confirm it with them. I would rather have Driller down soon, anyways. The quicker, the less lives he will take."

"Exactly," Ratchet nodded. "I'll talk to her, don't worry. I'll get back to you as soon as I have an answer."

"Alright," Prime sighed but just as Ratchet was about to leave, he stopped him. "And Ratchet?"

"Yes?" Ratchet turned his head a little to look at Optimus from his peripheral vision.

"Do not pressure her into giving you the answer you want," Prime warned. "There are other ways to take Driller down, this just happens to be the easiest."

Ratchet was a tiny bit offended that Optimus would even assume he would force anybody to do anything, but he nodded anyway, knowing himself and how convincing he could be.

"I won't."

Nelly's POV

"So," Ratchet breathed, seeming somewhat annoyed. "I, as well as my comrades, have come to the conclusion that Driller would be a welcomed addition to the Autobots. Of course, we've been tracking him down for so long, I doubt he will come forth willingly to speak to us."

"And?" I asked. I had moved my position from the stretcher to a nearby chair. I folded my arms, waiting for a response.

"I don't know if you can, but if you would try to get Driller to show himself, then perhaps you could also convince him to stay," Ratchet told me. "After all, I know he wants what is best for you, so I don't see why he wouldn't accept the offer."

"Alright," I nodded, not even giving it a second's worth of thought. "I'll do it, but, if I do manage to get him on your side, I don't want him interrogated in any way and I most certainly do not want him tested."

"Deal," Ratchet smiled. "Shake on it, then?"

I hesitated before his out-stretched hand. Looking up at him, I nodded slowly and gripped it with my own hand. "Deal."

Normal POV

"And what did she say?" Optimus asked, an eye-ridge raised as he watched the medic pace back and forth slowly in front of his desk.

Ratchet stopped pacing and smiled. "After a few minutes of explaining our side of the story and all the carnage and destruction Driller has created, she agreed to it."

"You're sure?" Ironhide didn't look very convinced.

"Yes," Ratchet replied. "She's stressed enough as it is. Driller may have proven himself a guardian towards her, but who knows who Driller is obeying these days. For all we know, it could be a plot to get us killed, and if I may add, it's working quite well so far."

"Point taken," Optimus nodded in agreement. "So, did she say when she would do it?"

"Not yet," Ratchet said. "I'm taking this one step at a time. She is still in somewhat shock, so I'd like to get her mind right before I take her out of the med bay," He paused, then quickly added, "And I wouldn't want any of you to speak with her. I want her to take her time and be ready."

"Excellent," Prime nodded.

Ironhide did the same, "Right, we'll let you do your thing, just let us know when to be ready with some cannons and we'll take care of that."

Ratchet grinned, "Sounds like a plan to me, gents."

Okay, so Ratchet's being kind of an ass.. sorry if he seems OOC to anybody, but this is how he's going to be for now. Thanks for reading!