"What were you thinking?" Ratchet yelled. There was a slam of a door a moment later. The Autobot with him winced and took a step back. "You just had to let her see you! Of all the girls on Cybertron you have to jump and save her! I have no issues with the girl, but you almost got yourself caught! It would be your own slaggin' fault!"

"I understand that Ratchet! I do. But that boy was going to hurt her. How was I supposed to not be seen while saving her? He had a knife. I saw it," the Autobot said. Ironhide walked into the room and grabbed Ratchet's arm.

"Leave him alone Ratch. He did help Taylor. No reason to rip his helm off. Go. Go for a walk if you want. Ratchet, we can't lock him up here anymore than I can lock you in the weapons room and walk away with my helm in one place," Ironhide said. He nodded to the Autobot who left the room, grabbing the cloak that was hanging by the door. Ironhide turned back to face Ratchet. "If anyone finds him, I hope it'll be Taylor. I'm not sure how anyone else will react. Or how he'll react."

Taylor's job was as a messenger. While comm-link worked for Autobots, the humans needed other ways to keep in contact. The humans could each be tracked on a messenger's watch. The watch was bright red in colour and had a black display instead of the actual clock. When they pressed the button just below the display, it would project a larger sceen that would show how long you had been on that certain job for as well as where the person you had to give the message to was. Some times they would actually deliver to an Autobot. That was how Taylor met Ironhide and Ratchet. Her two closest friends.

She was on the job when she caught sight of a familiar cloak. The one that her saviour had been wearing. Curious, she forgot about the job and started to follow the Autobot. It wasn't hard to keep track of him. He was after all extremely tall compared to the humans who had grown. She took to running, seeing as he wasn't stopping any time soon. When she got close, she grabbed onto the cloak and suprised the mech. "Can I talk to you please?"

"You are talking to me," he replied. She took in how deep his voice was.

"I want to thank you."

"Your welcome," he responded. It was short and said in a way that made her think he didn't care. She pulled him into an alleyway.

"You saved me. And you don't care?"

"I do care. If I didn't, I would've walked away. I wouldn't of stopped him when you cried out. Do I care?" He asked. She was slightly shocked. She could only see his optics. They were slightly narrowed.

"Who are you?"

"I-I can't do this. You've thanked me, now forget about me," he said. She could hear the near panic.

"Why? What's wrong? Please, tell me who you are," she begged. He looked out at the street filled with both humans and Autobots.

"Meet me in the ruins. Just outside the city. Maybe then I'll tell you," he replied. He removed the cloak from her grip and disappeared into the crowds yet again.

"Hey, Taylor!" A voice cried out. She gave a heavy sigh before turning and facing the person who called her.

"Hey Isabella," Taylor called. A shorter girl with straight red hair ran up. Excitement filling the playful green eyes.

"I saw you with a guy! Tell me what happened. Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

"Izzy, calm down. Did you spend time with Blurr or something?"

"No. Please, Taylor!" Isabella begged bouncing.

"I don't have time, Izzy. I have a message for that woman down the street from my friend's house. Wanna come?"

"I don't like that woman," Isabella mumbled. Taylor laughed before motioning for her to follow.

"I'll bring you to Ironhide and Ratchet if you're nice," Taylor offered. Isabella fell in step behind her.

"Why do you like those two so much? They're old," Isabella said. Taylor looked back at her with a laugh.

"They have so much to teach us. And they're not old. They live longer than us, so in their time, their not old."

"They're still old," Isabella complained. She went silent when they got close to the house Taylor had to delive a message at.

The house looked like just about every other one in the area. The only way to tell the difference was the fact that the people living there made changes to the outside to lessen confusion. The old women's house always had flowers taped to the door. The windows were clean with green curtains on the inside to keep people passing by from seeing inside the house. The door was painted green as well.

Taylor knocked on the door, and felt two hands grabbed onto her. She sighed knowing that Izzy was over reacting. The old creaked open and a "come in" was heard. Taylor walked inside followed closely by Izzy who shut the door behind her. "Mrs. Winston?"

"In here," the old woman called. She had gray hair that fell over her shoulders and stopped at the bottom of her shoulder blades. Mrs. Winston had lost her sight a long time ago. Her eyes were gray although you almost couldn't she her pupils. The only metalic part of her body was her hands. Taylor always stopped by because Mrs. Winston was one of the people who still believed Optimus Prime was among the Autobots on Cybertron. She'd lost her hands in a battle once, and that alone made Taylor curious about the life of the old women. She was 93, 478 years old. She was one of the few humans that didn't have a spark. "Young Captain Taylor. You brought Ms. Izzy along with you as well. Welcome girls."

"Mrs. Winston. I have a message for you. It's from... O.P. Whoever that is," Taylor said. Mrs. Winston seemed to brighten.

"I haven't heard from him in a while. What does he say?"

"'I'm sorry I have not been around, but R has kept me busy. I hope to stop by some time tomorrow. Set a time and I will be there. Signed, O.P.' That's all it said," Taylor replied. A soft smile was present on Mrs. Winston's face.

"Can you take a message back to where you picked it up?"

"Of course I can," Taylor replied. Izzy had gone to look around. The inside of the house was filled with plants and other organic things instead of the usual metal items you could buy from any of the stores.

"This is the message. 'Come by at 9 AM. Tell R to leave you alone. You can take care of yourself. Tell IH that I miss talking to him. Signed, MW.' Thank you my dear Taylor. Could you come by tomorrow? At 8:50 in the morning?" Mrs. Winston asked. Taylor looked up from where she was writing the message on her watch screen. She gave a smile and a nod.

"I'm sorry, but we have to get going-"

"Wait! Can I ask you to take something to Ironhide and Ratchet? They live-"

"I know where they live. That's actually where I was planning to go once I delivered your first message."

"Take this to them. Please," Mrs. Winston handed Taylor a box. It was rather heavy, but Taylor could manage. She and Izzy said their goodbyes before leaving. Mrs. Winston gave a content sigh and picked up a picture that neither of the girls had seen.

Taylor had stopped by the message center and dropping off the message from Mrs. Winston before they went to Ironhide and Ratchet's. They were suprised to hear yelling coming from inside. Taylor was suprised. She'd never heard them fight before. Not like this. There was thudding before the door swung open. Both girls backed away in suprise with wide eyes. Ratchet stared at them for a moment with a scowl before the look softened. "Taylor. Isabella. What are you two doing here?"

"W-we have a package for you," Taylor replied as Izzy ducked behind her. Ratchet scowled again briefly before motioning for them to enter. Both were reluctant to do so, considering the fact Ratchet's voice was the one that was raised in the first place, but Taylor swallowed her fear and entered with Izzy tightly holding onto Taylor's arm.

"Ironhide!" Ratchet called. There were several more thudding sounds followed by a crash of metal and Ironhide appeared around the corner. "We've got a delivery."

"Taylor, Izzy," Ironhide greeted. He sat down and looked at them, his optics avoiding Ratchet's. Taylor held out the box and Ironhide reached for it, only to stop when Ratchet snatched it. He looked inside before walking away.

"What's going on with you two?" Izzy asked once she couldn't see Ratchet.

"He's just in a bad mood. Ignore him. He'll calm down in a bit," Ironhide replied.