So here's chapter TWO!

Chapter Two: Saved by the Bee

For some reason, I was starting to feel like Rad from Transformers: Armada.

But it was true; there were some similarities between the episode in which he was running from Megatron on his bike, and now. But there was also a big difference. His bike had been a Minicon. My bike was just a bike.

And it wasn't helping now.

I glanced over my shoulder and back at the monster that was following me as I steered my bike between a couple of houses. Blast it, that 'Con was small enough to fit between them!

If I couldn't get away from him, I would have to ditch the bike in order to find a suitable hiding spot. Which I really didn't want to do, because I loved my bike.

I maneuvered my bike so that I biked down a road. I glanced over my shoulder again, and screamed as I saw a black, clawed hand reaching for me. I turned my bike sharply in an act of desperation, but I ended up over compensating when I tried to keep myself from tipping over. I crashed into the pavement and my momentum caused me to slide across it. My skin burned in a few places, and I cried out in pain.

When I stopped sliding, I found myself lying on my back. I looked up as I noticed that I felt hot from the exercise and noticed how sweaty I felt. Barricade slammed his servos into the concrete on either side of me and leaned down towards me, giving me the 'bug-under-the-microscope' feeling. And why did I suddenly feel like Sam Witwicky after Barricade flung him up against the windshield of a car? Did Barricade do this to every human he pinned down?

I felt numb with fear as I looked into his red optics. I couldn't even bring myself to glare at him defiance. I could barely force myself to speak. "What…do you…want with me?!" I managed to growl out.

"Are you Mikaela Ashley Cody?" he growled back.

My mind stalled. How…did he know my name? I didn't share my name on any of the websites I frequented. So how did he know…?

"Are you Mikaela Ashley Cody?!" he growled louder, more urgently, almost ferociously.

It took a few seconds, but I managed to figure out how to control the muscles in my neck again, and forced myself to nod hastily.

"WHERE IS THE ALLSPARK FRAGMENT?!" he shouted.

Crap, crap, crap! "Uh…um…" I stuttered before I began to crawl backwards, away from him. My mind whirled as a feeling of déjà vu raced across my skin and through my nervous system. Didn't Barricade say something similar to that when he was interrogating Sam? "W-what AllSpark fragment?" I asked, innocent. I didn't own any AllSpark fragment—not a real one, anyway. "I-I thought that o-only existed in an m-m-m-movie…?"

Stupid, Twister! I chastised myself. He's a bloody Bad Cop! He can tell if you're holding the truth from him! But then I scolded myself from using a swear word in my thoughts, even though it was British and was only used to shed a 'bad light' on whatever word or set of words it was used before.

He growled and whipped a hand back. The tire mounted on its wrist slid down over the hand with a sharp click! and spikes slid out of it with a spine-chilling shing. I shuttered as my eyes focused on it and my blood ran cold. He held it above me for a suspenseful effect, or something, I don't know, but time seemed to slow down.

But as I watched the spiked wheel begin to descend on me, something large and yellow barreled into the black and white police car and knocked him aside. Time resumed its normal speed as my rescuer and Barricade crashed down the street and rolled into a rock fence.

I jumped to my feet and dashed to my bike, silently thanking my rescuer as I got onto my bike. I looked back at Barricade as he got to his pedes, and saw that my rescuer was a yellow robot about Barricade's size. It had black stripes which it seemed to wear with pride. My eyes widened.

"Thank you, Bumblebee," I whispered with a small smile before I biked as fast as I could and out of their sight.

I sighed as I flopped down on my bed. My room was situated in a loft above the garage, which was detached from the Mobile Home where the rest of my family had their bedrooms. Mom and Dad had had the Mobile Home moved out to property a few months ago, and had the garage and loft quickly constructed. And now I was in my loft, my own little world, away from my brother who could easily have been the Autobot Blurr-turned-human, anything else that could bother me.

I didn't stay flopped on my bed for long, though. I got to my feet again and walked over to the window that faced the yard in front of the house. I watched as my brother, Drew, and my dad playfully shoved each other before entering the house. A sad look entered my eyes as a jealous feeling pinged in my heart before I shoved it away.

After I managed to look away from the window, I walked over to my desk and turned on the lamp resting on it before sitting down on my blue desk chair. I pulled out the AllSpark fragment replica and looked at it under the light. I narrowed my eyes at it and took the time to examine every point, every edge, every rune. "You look like the AllSpark fragment Sam had on his sweater. But you can't be Sam Witwicky's. It's not possible. Because Barricade obviously exists, Sam's shard should be still in his possession—unless it was the one he used to bring Jetfire out of stasis," I whispered to the shard as I turned it, continuing the examination.

I sighed and went to put the shard away. But before I could set it down, I cried out in pain. My hand suddenly felt like it was on fire, and I forced myself to drop it onto the desktop.

I sat there, panting from the shock of the shard suddenly burning me. I lifted my hand and looked at my palm to see if it left a burn mark. But to my surprise, it hadn't. I looked down at the shard and saw it sitting on my desk, almost smugly. It was almost as if to say "Ha-ha! So there! I am so the real deal." I growled at it.

So maybe it was a real shard of the AllSpark. I wouldn't put it past it—not after what happened today…

I shuttered. I had been so close to death today, and it was not funny. Barricade was about to kill me because I did not understand what he wanted. I would have to sincerely thank Bumblebee whenever I laid my eyes on him again. He earned it.

My hand found its way down to my pocket and I took my iPhone out, smiling at it. I set it down, but then blinked when the AllSpark shard pulsed once before going dormant again. I groaned. Too much in one day, too much in one day… I heaved a moaning sigh, suddenly finding myself very weary as my body finally realized that I was no longer in danger. But Barricade's words echoed in my head. "WHERE IS THE ALLSPARK FRAGMENT?!" that phrase bounced around in my head like it was a spring. What he said slowly sank in, and my eyes widened. I had an AllSpark shard/fragment, and either he, or the Decepticons wanted it.

But did they know where it was?

Next chapter, Mikaela meets someone you thought you'd never see ever again.

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