"And just how do you know we are in Age of Extinction?" Stella asked somewhat snarky.
Dawn pointed out a window. "The sign."
Stella looked, and her eyes went wide. "Primus," she breathed, tears forming in her eyes. "That must mean... that they're offline..."
"Honestly, I cannot prove that. All I know at this point is that we are, in fact, in the Bayverse world," Dawn said. She continued looking out the window as she thought. If they were in Age of Extinction, then that meant Lockdown was out there somewhere, and he was killing Autobots and Decepticons alike. Dawn closed her eyes in pain. Watching the movie was very painful for her, especially all that Optimus had went through. And now she was living in the movie, which did not help console her at all.
Suddenly, Dawn snapped her eyes open, her eyes wide with realization and concern.
"Stella, I think Lindsay is captured by the 'cons," she said lowly.
"How's that possible? It doesn't make any sense, if she was captured by the 'cons, then that means that they knew about her long enough to find her and capture her, and we had only just gone into the Bayverse world," Stella reasoned.
"I don't know, but it's the only thing that makes the most sense right now," Dawn said. "We need to call Natasha and tell her what's happened." Her face was serious and composed.
"But how are we going to do that? We don't have her phone number," Stella said, obviously panicking some.
"Remember, she owns her own small business. If we can find her business in the Yellow Pages, then we will be able to call her," Dawn explained.
Stella saw the ingenious in the idea, and nodded. A small amount of hope formed in her chest, and she hurried to the bookcase that completely covered one wall of the living room. Dawn joined her, and together they pulled out every single Yellow Pages they had.
It took them over an hour to find Natasha's shop, but they eventually found it.
"Dawn, here it is," Stella said. She slid the book over to Dawn, and she quickly scanned the page until she found the name of their friend's shop name.
"Okay, get my phone and call this number," Dawn said in an urgent tone.
Stella grabbed Dawn's phone from her friend's back pocket and dialed the number as Dawn said the number out loud for Stella.
"It's ringing!" Stella suddenly said when she put the phone to her ear.
"Here, give me the phone," Dawn said, holding out her hand. Stella hesitated.
"Why?"
Dawn sighed, slightly annoyed. "I think I understand what is going on more than you at the moment, which will make explaining this to Natasha a little easier."
"Oh," was Stella's reply. She handed Dawn her phone, and Dawn held it up to her ear.
only a couple of seconds later, someone picked up on the other end.
"Who's this?" Came the reply.
"Natasha? This is Dawn," said person told the other person.
"Dawn? What are you- how were able to call me? Wait, don't answer that. Just tell me this: What the Pit is going on?! All my TF stuff is gone. It just disappeared," Natasha said with a panicked tone.
"Nat, you need to calm down. We need to assess the situation. My belief is that we are in Age-," Dawn started to say in a serious tone, but then she heard a muffled scream at the other end.
"Natasha? Natasha?!"
"Let me go, you slagger!" She barely heard over the phone.
"Natasha, what's going on?" Dawn yelled into the phone.
She heard a dull thunk, and knew her other friend was in serious trouble.
Dawn tried to keep a level head on the situation, but the shock was getting the better of her. She started to panic.
"Stella...?" She said, her eyes wide. The phone clattered to the floor. "Natasha's in trouble." Dawn got a far-away look, then suddenly face-palmed. "Slaggit!"
"What?" Stella asked, walking up to her.
"How could I not see it sooner?" Dawn said, not hearing Stella.
"Dawn, what is it?" Stella said louder.
"All the clues she gave me pointed right to it. I am so stupid! She practically said it, plain and simple!"
"Dawn!" Stella shouted grabbing Dawn and shaking her vigorously. Dawn immediately snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her.
"They're both in trouble. Really, really big trouble."
"What kind of trouble?" Stella said, not understanding.
"Like, 'they just got captured by the government, or worse, lockdown' kind of trouble, not a 'con," Dawn said lowly.
Stella swore under her breath. "We need to rescue them."
"No. What we need to do is find the rest of the Autobots, save them from their deaths if we can, and then rendezvous with Optimus so that we have a better chance of rescuing them. But our main priority is the Autobots. They are much more important than Lindsay and Natasha, as much as I dislike saying it," Dawn told her friend.
Stella put a hand on Dawn's shoulder. "I know it's hard. You want to save them and the Autobots at the same time. And you made the right decision. They would say the same."
Dawn nodded silently before walking away and grabbing a set of keys and their purses. She quickly grabbed her phone off of the floor, then grabbed the bags that held the AllSpark shard necklace and bracelets and Autobot insignia jewelry.
"We should keep what's left of our Cybertronian things, just in case we might need to use them." Dawn explained. Now it was Stella's turn to nod.
They silently walked out of the house and locked the door before heading to the parked pickup truck in the driveway. It was an older model, and it was starting to rust, but it still worked, and it had gotten them out of several problems in the past. People never really liked the two, and they made sure that Dawn and Stella knew it.
Dawn pushed that thought aside for a later time, if there was a later time, and unlocked the truck's driver door. She pulled the door open and climbed in before reaching over and unlocking the passenger door for Stella.
As Stella climbed in, Dawn nearly slammed the driver door closed before putting the key in the ignition and turned the key. The engine spluttered, then roared to life. Stella pulled the passenger door closed.
Dawn pulled the truck out of the driveway and onto the street. There wasn't many people out then; it was starting to get dark.
As Dawn drove silently, she thought about what she knew from the movie.
They passed by a Lamborghini, and Dawn glared at it angrily. It was the wrong color, since it was orange, but she still could not look at one without constantly being reminded of Lockdown. She hated that Cybertronian with every molecule in her body. The things that he had done that she had seen in the movie was all she needed for her hatred of the bounty hunter. There was no doubt that he had done even worse, and it made the rage build inside of her.
"Dawn?" Stella suddenly spoke up. She had noticed that her friend was becoming extremely upset.
Dawn realized she was gripping the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles were white. She tried to think of Optimus, of Lindsay and Natasha, of the other Autobots, but all those thoughts eventually led her back to Lockdown.
"Dawn, I think that maybe you need a break from driving. You need to calm down and rest for a while," Stella said softly.
"No, it's okay, I'm fine. Just, caught up in my thoughts, that's all," she said, loosening her grip on the steering wheel. She took a few, almost-inaudible, deep breaths to calm her down.
"Are you sure?" Stella asked.
"Yes, I'm fine."
Stella wasn't sure whether to believe what her friend was saying or not, but she decided to let the subject drop. It was never a good idea to be on Dawn's angry side. She leaned back in the passenger seat and soon fell asleep.
Dawn continued to drive in silence, her thoughts roaming freely. Her thoughts went from her friends, to the government, to NEST, to the man-made Transformers, to the Autobots and back, but their was only one being that stayed on her mind the longest. She just hoped that she was able to reach his medic in time to save him.

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A woman was violently shoved into a dark, damp cell. She fell hard onto the floor, to which she groaned. She heaved herself up, ignoring the pain in her hip.
"There is no place for those who side with them," the man who pushed her in the cell sneered, slamming the cell door closed and locking it.
"For who? The ones who fight for what they believe is right and honest, or the ones that refused to be a traitor to the them, the same ones who helped us when we desperately needed them to tip the balance in our favor against you, and even going as far as to help us with our own problems within our kind?" She growled.
"The ones who are blind to not see that what you do is pointless and does not help you at all. It only weakens you," the man said gruffly, walking off.
Once the footsteps died away, she slowly took in her surroundings. Painfully, she made her way to a corner in her cell, where a dirty cot hung. She slowly sat down on the cot, wincing at the pain that erupted in her legs and abdomen. She knew that she would bear the bruises for a long time, and she had no doubt that there was a couple broken ribs that they would never fix. Her ankle was swollen, and bruises dotted her arms and legs, but she managed to keep her composure in the situation. She looked at the cell across from hers.
She saw someone shift in one corner of the other cell, and finally, they slowly made their way to the cell door. It was a man, dressed in tattered clothes, but she could tell that they had once been fine. She looked at a symbol on the man's lapel. It was dirty, which made it harder to distinguish, but a few moments later, the woman' eyes widened.
"That's the NEST symbol!" she breathed. The man nodded slowly.
"I worked there," the man rasped. The woman recognized the voice, despite his rasping.
"Major Lennox?"
The man looked at her suspiciously. "How do you know my name? Do I know you?"
The woman shook her head. "No, you don't, and it would be hard to explain why I do know you somewhat." She opened her mouth to continue speaking, the the man interrupted her.
"I have time. I will know if you are lying or not, and if you are, the instant I have a chance, I am going to kill you," he said. She looked into his eyes. They were ice cold.
She looked away, thinking. Should she tell him the truth, or make up something that he would believe? She figured that there was a very slight chance that he would believe her if she told him the truth; after all, she was still having a hard time believing it herself. Yet all the proof was there.
She heard Lennox hit the ground with a dull thud, and he groaned in pain. The woman looked at him. He was holding his leg gingerly, almost as if he were afraid to touch it.
"How did they hurt you?" She asked.
"What does it matter?" He growled.
The woman huffed. "I am a doctor, Lennox, and I can be just as grumpy as Ratchet. I am not in the mood for this, so tell me what happened, or you may never know what's wrong with your leg."
Lennox looked at the woman. "You know Ratchet?" He asked.
"Not directly, but yes, I know him. And if that slagging bounty hunter has killed him..." She said, narrowing her eyes in anger at a spot in the wall, "...I will make him pay."
"Lockdown?"
The woman growled at the name being spoken. "We will not speak of that blasted name. I cannot... I can't..." She said, looking away and angrily throwing the hidden rock in her hand at the wall, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill out. "I cannot bear to see or picture Ratchet die again at the hands of that bastard."
"Again?"
It took the woman a few moments to be able to speak.
"I suppose this is the perfect time to explain everything, but I'm telling you this now: you aren't going to like it, and you aren't going to believe me, and you have no reason to. All I ask is that you hear me out and wait to vent your anger once I am done talking. After that, you can kill me, if you want, since it looks like we're going to die here anyways."
The man eventually nodded.
"My name is Lindsay, and where I come from, you, NEST, the Autobots and the Decepticons, and everything else pertaining to them, comes from the Transformers franchise. None of you exist where I come from."