I think I've been really out of it lately. I'm not sure if I've been keeping up with both of my stories, and I keep forgetting which chapter is next and so on and so on. But hey, at least Winter Break is coming up in a week. Which means I can try and catch myself up to my stories and such. Not to mention my friend introduced me to some of the most awesome games which are totally brain-washing me into an all-day, mindless, video game playing zombie. Gotta love Professor Layton.

So here's chapter 3. Will Julia be worse than the 'other' femmes of the house? Julia and good ol' Ironhide will have some bonding time, but Julia doesn't know that. And for the record, neither does 'Hide.

-Julia's P.o.V.-

Nothing much has changed since I left. Well, except the fact that my room was now the 'use to be' spare room. I guess I couldn't blame them. The spare room was a bit big for a baby to be kept in. But hey, now I've got a bigger room. It was pretty empty though. It had a normal sized bed, a desk, a dresser, and a keyboard. Oh hey, I forgot we had one. I had a thing for playing music when I was in high school.

"Wonder if it still works…?" I mumbled as I walked over to it, turned it on, and pressed down on one of the white keys. As it played a harmonic note, I smiled. "Still works." I turned it back off. "I'll mess around with it later."

"Hey Julia!" I could hear my dad call me from down stairs. Did I forget to mention that we live in a two-story house? "You find your room?"

"Yeah, thanks dad!" I called back. I set all my stuff on the floor near the empty closet and looked out the window, into the backyard. "Dang…even from here that thing looks enormous." I whispered as I looked at the giant GMC Topkick parked in the backyard, on the side of the house.

It was about 8 at night. I was currently lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to find all sorts of patterns and pictures in the texture. It had been a long day for me. Riding on a plane for far too long, sitting in the monster of all trucks, coming home, being hugged to death by my squealing mother…Well, it could've been worse. The plane could've crashed, the truck could've ate me, I could have never made it home, and I really could've died by my mother's hug.

"First night home and I'm bored already…" Grumbling, I sat up and yawned. "Let's see…Anna's asleep…so can't play the keyboard…dad's using the living room T.V…no video games… Laptop's charging…UGH!" I threw my hands in the air and slammed myself back down into the bed. Back to 'pattern finding'.

-Ironhide's P.o.V.-

It was a rather interesting day today. The new femme's arrival and all the fuss about her coming home. Earlier, Will had talked to me while his mate was giving the new femme a tight death grip.

He explained a few things about the new femme. Her designation is Julia. She is about 20 human years old and enlisted in the military. And apparently, she has a fascination for vehicles. Those are the main things I actually remembered. Will just rambled on about everything else. But overall, this new femme, Julia, sounds rather…interesting.

I was sitting outside, thinking, seeing as I couldn't do much of anything in my current state.

"When the slag is Will going to get me a proper shelter…?" I grumbled to myself. The man had promised to get some short of 'shed' for me to reside in, since the garage was too small. But I haven't seen any sort of attempts to get this so called 'shed'. My thoughts were interrupted when my audio receptors picked up something.

"UGH!" It was the sound of the new femme's voice.

"What is that femme doing?" Curious, I scanned her room. She was mumbling to herself about being bored. Soon enough, she stood up and started making her way downstairs. "Where are you going…?"

-Julia's P.o.V.-

I quietly went downstairs and walked pass the living room. Dad was snoring loudly on the couch, watching the T.V. with his eyes closed. I smiled and made my way to the kitchen, and then over to the sliding glass door that lead to the backyard. I opened it and stepped outside, inhaling the cool night time air, before closing the door. I stretched my arms in the air before walking over to the side of the house, towards the truck.

I walked over to the back of truck and opened the tailgate before climbing into the truck bed. I sat there for a moment before lying down, gazing at the stars. I folded an arm behind my head as I pointed the other one to the sky.

"There's Orion…and the Big Dipper…" I slowly moved my hand across the sky. "And I think that one's Pegasus…I was never good at constellations…" I frowned as I put my hand back down beside my body. I sighed and closed my eyes. "…Why can't I fight the feeling that Dad is hiding something from me…?"

I've had this feeling ever since I asked him about the truck. What could he be hiding from me? I mean, if he stole the truck, he could go ahead and tell me. But then again…who would be able to steal something that big and get away with it? Maybe it's actually Mom's truck, and he was too ashamed to say it wasn't his…Nah.

"Damn…being gone for a few years, I feel so left out of the loop…" And it sucked, a lot.

-Ironhide's P.o.V.-

This new femme was a strange one. While her family is recharging, she's up and about. She even came outside.

*What are you doing you strange little femme!?* I shouted inwardly to myself as she walked behind me and opened my tailgate. She soon began to climb into my truck bed and she just laid there.

"There's Orion…and the Big Dipper…And I think that one's Pegasus…I was never good at constellations…" The little femme had been mumbling to herself as he pointed her hand at the sky.

*What's an Orion? Weird humans and their strange traditions.* I had managed to search up the term 'constellations' and linked it to what the femme was doing, apparently she is, what they call, 'star-gazing'. The femme began to start talking to herself again.

"…Why can't I fight the feeling that Dad is hiding something from me…?"

*Because he is.* I simply stated to myself. *But only if you knew kid, only if you knew.* Anyone who knew about the Autobots, could not tell others who didn't know about them. In other terms, Will, Sam, Mikaela, and anyone else who fought along side the Autobots, could not release any information to anyone about our existence. We do not want anymore lives being involved in our war. The last thing Optimus would want is for us to drag Will's family into this. We had already dragged Sam's family into it…

"Damn…being gone for a few years, I feel so left out of the loop…" The femme had began to talk to herself, again. She couldn't even beginto imagine how much out of the loop she isn't in. Her father is trying to hide the fact that he's in the middle of a war, consisting of beings from another planet. And that one of the beings, are in his backyard, keeping an eye on his strange daughter.

*Hey…HEY! No!* I could slowly feel the femme falling into recharge. She apparently got bored with talking to herself and 'star-gazing'. *Don't recharge on me! Slaggit.* Too late, she already did. Slag. What kind of human recharges out in the open like this? *…Well…I guess I'll have to do something about this tomorrow…or maybe Will can find her in the morning and get her, but right now…I need some recharge myself…*I would've slept in the back of our truck (until it got totalled) but we've got 'the crazies' runnin' around here. So it's a no go.

Aw, bonding moments. Don't you feel the love? Cuz I don't. At least, not yet. Hahaaa...

So yeah, little side note... It WILL be switching between Julia's and Ironhide's point of views. Why? I wish I knew.

Thank you for reading! Previews for chapter 4, in my profile!