Hey guys I'm back here the story anyway god I had to deal with a annoy mama and I told her sorry can't hear you I'm deaf I'm actually not deaf but I'am hard of hearing anyway back to the story.

~The feeling of a real home~

"We are getting close to base," Sideswipe informed Margaret.

"Base? What does it look like?"

"Just wait." Sideswipe said with glee.

"How many, like you, are there?" Margaret asked.

"Like me? Well there is only one Sideswipe." Sides said, and if he was in robot mode he would be grinning.

"I mean..."

"I'm kidding, there are 16 Autobots on base at the time."

"That's a lot." Margaret said, crestfallen.

"Don't worry kiddo, they won't bite." Sideswipe comforted Margaret, "We're here."

Margaret looked out the front window and saw a beautiful house ,but she didn't kwon how the twins would fit in the house as the twins pulled into the driveway of the house.

"Um, Sideswipe?" Margaret asked.

"Yeah."

"How are you going to be able to fit in there?" She pressed.

"Sunny, hit the switch." Sideswipe said to his twin.

"On it! And by the way, don't call me that!" Sunny snapped.

Margaret giggled at Sunstreaker's sourness towards his nickname.

"But it fits you so well! You are always so optimistic, happy, and caring!" Sideswipe mumbled.

Sunstreker ignored his brother, as he pulled up to a pine tree. The tree buzzed to life as the golden vechile neared it. When Sunstreaker looked as if he was going to hit the tree, a small device stuck out of the tree. The device looked like a giant eye scanner, like in the spy movies. The scanner shot out two beams of light, one directed at each Lamborghini.

After the light had passed over the whole vehicle, the small scree turned green and said, "Welcome Autobot Frontliners Sunstreaker and Sideswipe."

After that teh cement right before the garage door opened up, and reveled a tunnel of sorts. The tunnel lead to a hanger.

Sideswipe pulled into the hangar next to his brother, and requested Margaret to exit his cab.

Margaret's shoes lightly landed on the hard concrete floor as she exited Sideswipe. Looking aroud she saw the ceilings rasied so the twins could easily stand to their full height and still have plenty of cushion room. She also noticed how the lights gave off light, emmiting the feeling of home. A real home.

Turning back to the silver and gold Lamborghinis,Margaret witnessed the twin vehicles twist and move into the forms that she had seen in the woods. To more accurately put it, they seemed to transform.

"That's really cool how you do that." Margaret said, still amazed.

"What, us transforming?" Sideswipe asked.

Margaret nodded her head in confirmation. At this Sunstreaker snickered, at the small girls unfamiliar take to them.

"You ready to meet the others?" Sideswipe asked, ignoring his twin.

Margaret looked at Sideswipe and started crying. She crumpled to the ground in a heap of tears.

"What's wrong Butters?" Sides asked.

"Its just..." She began, but stopped wiping a tear away.

"You can tell us." Sunstreaker said from where he stood.

Having him say this seemed to give Margaret the courage she needed.

"Its.. just... what if they... don't like me? Even... even if they did... I would... only be a burden... to you.." Margaret admitted through tears. After she got that out Margaret let a hear wrenching sob.

"How could they not like you? You are sweet, kind, and most of all you are you. Even if they didn't like you, who gives a slag? Your hanging with us now, we will always have your back." Sideswipe spoke, Sunstreaker giving his agreement with a grunt and nod.

"Don't worry Margaret, we will always have your back." Sunstreaker said.

"And coming from him that's a big compliment." Sideswipe added, lightening the mood.

"Thanks guys! You are almost like the... OWW!" Margaret stated to talk but then stopped when she felt a throbbing pain in her ribs.

Swooping Margaret up in his hand, Sideswipe did a quick scan over her now strained body.

"It looks like she has some really bad broken ribs! If one of them punctured her lungs then..."

"What is all the racket out here? Can't a mech work in his med-bay without being disturbed?" A voice entered the room as a mech with a lime green paint job followed.

"Ratchet! She needs your..."

"Yip yip yip, did I ask for an excuse?" Ratchet interrupted.

"No, but..." Sideswipe began only to be stopped again.

"Then I don't want one..."

"RATCHET WILL YOU SHUT THE SLAG UP! The human is in pain, and if you don't mind she could really use your help!" Sunstreaker snapped, his patience finally running out.

Directing his attention to the small form in Sideswipes servo, Ratchet engaged a scan of his own. Margaret felt the tingling sensation erupt through her body as the green light passed over her. As soon as the scan was done, Ratchet moved to take Margaret out of Sideswipe's servo only to be stopped by the warrior himself.

"Listen Sideswipe," after hearing a growl Ratchet added," and Sunstreaker if I am to treat her, I am going to have to take her back to my med-bay alright?"

Venting a sigh both twins calmed down, and Sideswipe handed Margaret over to Ratchet. Feeling the movement Margaret gave a whine of protest.

"Don't worry Sweetspark, Ratchet is going to help make the pain go away." Sideswipe reassured Margaret.

With that done, Ratchet whisked himself and Margaret back to his med-bay.

As Ratchet approached his med-bay, the doors slid open with a hiss.

Ratchet then approached a large medical table, that looked like it could fit the medic itself, and set he withering form of Margaret on it.

"What... what is wrong with me?" She asked tentatively.

"From the looks of my scans, you have several broken ribs, among other long time injuries that have never healed right." Ratchet spoke.

"You can tell all that just by that light thingy?" The small girl asked.

"Yes I can tell that from my scan." Ratchet said before turning back to Margaret, "Do you mind staying here while I go get Prime?"

"Who is Prime?" Margaret asked.

"He's our leader." The medic answered briefly before striding out the doors.

"How much does he know about me? " Margaret thought, "Did the twins tell him about my dad?"

Margaret pondered over all the possible outcomes of meeting the Autobots, and how her life could go in any direction.

"I wonder..." While carefully sliding down the end of the bed onto the floor, Margaret thought.

That was until, a green mech came tumbling into the med-bay.

"Wha sup wit tat! You tryin give me uh ass whoopin!?" He shouted.

"No ugly, I tryin to rearrange your messed tup face!" A rusty mech shouted as he came through the doors.

Margaret moved into the shadow of the table, in attempt at hiding.

"We twins you tupid genus!" The green mech came back with.

Margaret gulped as the two now wrestling mechs came closer to her. They obviously didn't see her as they rolled.

"You enjoin how that feels?" The rusty one hollered.

"That ain't hurt!" The green one yammered as he threw the reddish one into the table Margaret was once hiding under.

"Well maybe dis will!" The red one yelled as he leapt at his companion.

See how this couldn't end well for her, Margaret dashed out form the shadow of the table towards the door.

"Dat hurt bitch !" The green one complained as he stood up.

"It's supposed to, dats why it called an ass kickin!" The red one squawked as he stood as well.

"You fraid bitch?"

"Fraid of your screwed up face!"

After that exchange of insults the two ended up locking hands and trying to push the other one over. The red one overpowered the green for a second, sending him rolling overtop of the weaker of the two. They rolled around for a minute, but stopped to get back to their feet.

The red mech growled at his other half as they began their shoving match again. As a response the green mech hissed.

The two, so caught up in their skirmish, failed to notice the small human female nearing their feet.

Margaret looked up just in time to notice two sets of giant robot feet come hurtling down towards her.

"Ahh!" Margaret screeched.

At the sound of the girl's screech, the two robots halted their exasperated tussle.

"Uh oh! Hatchet gonna be pissed!" The red one hissed as he saw the scurrying form of Margaret.

"We so screwed!" The green one agreed, "and it all your fault!"

With that he leapt at the red mech, beginning their brawl once again.

Margaret didn't waste any time in getting out of the room that had almost been her death site. She dashed out the door, and didn't look back.

Reaching the safety of the hallway, Margaret let out a sigh. At least she thought the hallway was safe, until she turned and walked straight into a giant black metal leg.

"Eep!" Margaret yelped, as she leapt backwards.

"Whoa chill gurl, we ain't gonna hurt ya. We da good guys." The silver mech, next to the bot that Margaret ran into, said.

"Are you the tooth fairy that my mommy talk about?" Margaret asked clutching her ringing head.

The black mech just responded with a grunt, while the silver bot said," You okay gurl?"

"Yea, my head just hurts." Margaret answered, looking up to the two mechs.

"The names Jazz, and the mech you ran into to is Ironhide. So don't be feelin to bad if his armor sent ya for a loop." Jazz said, making his name known.

"Maybe we should get you to Prime, squirt." Ironhide spoke his concerns.

"Hop on lil lady," Jazz invited, lowering his servo to Margaret's level.

Margaret hesitated at first, but remembered how good Sideswipe treated her, and climbed onto Jazz's hand.

"All board to Prime's office!" Jazz said beginning the trip to the office.

Ironhide followed with a groan, murmuring," Hmm this could tuen out interesting."

Well that all for now there more to come!