Alex hugged her knees tighter to her body, wiggling backwards into a large steel beam on the inside of the supply ship.

A light cascaded across the damp metal ground, and she pinned herself back, hoping no one would see her.

The crew members didn't, merely pushing a blue and white zamboni onto the lower deck before closing the overhead door and letting the sky vanish.

Alex settled herself in a more relaxed position against the wall, one knee drawn up and an arm rested on it.

"What's a zamboni doing in a supply ship for Diego Garcia?" She asked, hunger knawing at her stomach as she tilted her head. Greasy red hair slithered into her pale face. Alex half hoped the machine would respond.

She rolled her eyes, lifting a threadbare blanket and curling into a ball beneath it. Metal against metal made her turn, gazing up at the Cybertronian with interest.

"I'm going to join the Autobots." He replied, folding his legs. "My scans tell me that you're not supposed to be on this ship."

She shrugged, tugging her leather gloves tighter onto her hands.

"So you are...?" He searched for the word.

"I'm a stowaway." She supplied. "The name's-"

"Alexandra-Rain West. You are nineteen today." The zamboni smirked.

"You call me Alex." She narrowed her eyes.

"I am Skater, former Decepticon." He tilted his helmed head. "There's something odd about you, Alex."

"Really?" She clapped her hands together and winced at the sound. "That's such interesting news...! That I already knew."

She snorted.

"Stupid hunk of junk. Of course somethings-"

"What did you call me?" The Autobot-wannabe's eyes narrowed.

"Hunk. Of. Junk."

"Say that to my face."

"I did. Twice."

A cannon appeared on the end of his arm, and she stood, teetering to push her fist straight into the barrel.

"I dare you." She gave him a psychotic grin. "Fire at me. It won't work. You'll just blow up."

"You're just a human femme." He scoffed, cannon brightening.

"Yes. Who did that." She pointed to a heap of scrap metal in the far corner, vaguely making a shape of a Depticon.

"You are an odd human." Skater hummed, returning his cannon to his arm.

"I know." Alex returned to her corner. "Watch."

She closed her eyes, breathing quietly a few times before opening them and staring pointedly at a metal crate.

Alex peeled off a leather glove and lifted her hand.


Several crew men look down at the deck oddly, stilling themselves as they continued their job of pulling into harbor.

The ship rocked again, and the boat lowered the ramp onto the paved road to the military base farther in the distance.


"Oi, Lennox." Ironhide shoved his head in the break room. "One of those weird supply guys wants you."

Will pushed himself up, climbing into a now transformed 'Hide and zipping down the hall to a rather pissed off ship captain and suspicious Prime, who was conversing with a white and blue Cybertronian.

"Oi," He growled, shoving his prisoner forward, and she fell to the ground. "I found 'er on me ship. Stowaway she was. I ain't takin' 'er back. You have 'er."

"Captain, I'm sure she can explain. She probably got on the wrong ship. Right?"

The flame headed young woman shook her head. Her legs lifted, flipping her onto her feet and she staggered, greasy red hair exposing taunt and pale skin.

"See! You have 'er! She's bewitched, I tell ya. Me ship was rocking and there ain't no winds to rock it. It as her and that robot! I want me payment, and I want to leave. Now."

Lennox motioned over one of the nearby men and gestured for him to take the female away, as he paid the man. The Prime was just finishing up with the newest Autobot.

"Skater, I'll put you on probation." Optimus nodded to the other male, and then strode away.

"Thank you." The zamboni transformed, zipping away on it's tiny wheels.


Alex hummed a song to herself, bright blue eyes darting around the room at a pace that made them look like they were vibrating.

Optimus watched over Will's shoulder as she lay her head against her handcuffed arms.

"I have never seen a human femme with optics like that."

"Humans don't have eyes that colored." Will muttered, arms crossed.

"She appears to be in some sort of mental state. Should I have Rachet take a look at her?"

"Not yet. Let's see what she does."

"Yo!" Mudflap pranced into the hanger on a pole with a light on the end. "I got myself a pony!"

"No, you idiot!" Skids growled, pulling it out from underneath his brother. "It's a baseball bat."

He smacked his brother with it and was tackled to the floor.

The Prime cleared his throat, gaining the twins' attention. They had a silent conversation before the twins sulked off.

Will shook his head, glancing back to the screen.

"She's gone." He stared at the hand cuffs on the table.

"Shall I put Autobots on alert to find her?" Optimus tensed.

"No, let's she what-"

"Can anyone tell me," Alex's voice murmured from beside Optimus. "Where the nearest doctor is?"

She teetered into the truck's leg.

"There's something wrong with me."

She let out a loud scream and then fell to the ground, lightening shooting off her.

"Optimus, you can take her to Ratchet now..."

The truck nodded, scooping the female up and transforming to zip out of the hanger towards the medic's bay.

"Ratchet," Optimus skidded to a halt, transforming and carefully cradling the girl in his hand. "This femme needs medical attention, immediately."

"Doctor, doctor," Bumblebee tilted his head, curiosity shining through his brilliant optics. "Gimme the news."

Rachet nodded, placing her on the Autobot sized bed beside the yellow Camero. Lightening continued to shoot off her, though more subdued now.

"I've never seen this in a human before." The medic muttered, prodding the girl with his finger before activating his holoform.

The middle-aged brown haired man strode forward, crouching beside her as he ran his fingers over her face and head.

"Optimus," The man glanced up to his leader, who joined him. "Look."

The slightly younger man leaned forward, prodding the energon blue tattoo around a large scar on her temple.

"That's Cybertronian." Optimus frowned.

Bumblebee tilted his head.

"We have a problem here?" The radio whirled.

Rachet nodded, holoform vanishing.

"I'll see what I can do."

Alex finally quieted, lightening sparking off her fingers every so often.