Finally, here is chapter three (pain in the aft to write if you know what I mean!) I own a cracked ipod, two cats and all the Harry potter books, but not Transformers, enjoy the story anyway!

It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie

The moment to live and the moment to die

The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight

Wiping the grimy layer of dust off her helmet, Mikaela was able to discern the sign ahead. Jasper, Nevada three miles away.

"We're hiding out there?" she called out to Jynx as she sped down the highway.

*Yep, its was a small mining town. Now its just a small town, which few have heard of. Its perfect.*

"Great." Mikaela mumbled. Gripping the bars, she attempted to take control of the steering.

*Mind explaining what the frag you're doing?* Jynx barked as she tried to pull back.

"Yeah. I'm human, and every couple of hours I need a substance called food in my gut."

*Oh, right.* Jynx grumbled *One of your species many annoy needs.*

Letting Mikaela take control of her steering Jynx watched as her charge led her off the ramp and into the city where they parked at a local burger joint.

"Can I trust you to behave?" Mikaela asked, as she parked close to the doors.

*Yes mother,* Jynx growled, *I've scanned the area and there are no cons in sight. I will remain out of sight.*

"What if someone recognizes you?"

*Are you forgetting my ability?*

In a flash, the green paint job vanished and was replaced with black, purple and yellow highlights.

*Go eat, I'll be fine.*

Shrugging, Mikaela entered the fast food restaurant. Making her way to the register, she peered up at the menu waiting to order. The boy at the register seemed to notice her, and turned from the window.

"Welcome to K.O. Drive-Inn, where every patty is a knock out, may I take you order." He said, monotonously. His expression changed when he saw her.

"Can you get me a large fry, and a chocolate milkshake please?"

"Yeah. Uh, 3.74."

Pulling out her wallet, she rummaged around for money while the boy got her meal ready.

"You from around here?" he asked, setting a bag before her.

"Nah, just passing through." Mikaela said, giving him his change, "Passing through. Seems like an interesting place to, uh, hang."

It sounded more lame when she said it, but the look he gave just made her feel like a dope.

"So, you came out here?" he said, corking an eyebrow at her.

"Okay, so it's not the most exciting place," she said raising her arms in defense, "But its quiet. I need quiet sometimes."

"Not as much as you think." he mumbled to himself.

Now it was her turn look oddly at him. Time to go.

"Okay. Thanks for the food..." she trailed off.

"Jack." he said, "Name's Jack."

"Mikaela."

And with that, she walked off. Going back outside, Mikaela plopped down at one of the tables and began to munch. But her eyes would wander back to window, where that boy, Jack, was standing. Bending her head down further, Mikaela had the distinct feeling he was watching her a little more closely than one should be. And that made her uncomfortable.

...

After serving the last car, Jack leaned back on the counter. Today was one of his eight hour shifts, and the clock always seemed to drag on these days. But Arcee would be here later, and he would be free to ride out in the sunset to the base. As he waited for another car pull up, Jack noticed the door open, and girl enter. It wasn't often people came in, but he went to register anyways.

"Welcome to KO Drive, where every patty is a knock out, may I take your order?" he said. Seeing her up close, Jack was slightly taken aback. He had never seen this girl, in town or even in school. She was tall, thin, with long dark brown hair that was pinned back into a messy bun. Her steely blue eyes were gazing at the menu, and Jack could make out a small diamond stud on her nose. Her clothing would not have looked out of place at a rock concert. Thick black, leather riding jacket, slightly ripped skinny jeans, heavy duty boots, and a tee-shirt that read 'Armageddon was yesterday, today we have problems.' A black helmet was resting comfortably between her hip and the crook of her arm.

"Can you get me a large fry, and a chocolate milkshake please?" she asked.

Shaking himself, he typed the order in at the register.

"Yeah. Uh, 3.74."

As she grabbed her wallet, Jack tried to remember if he had ever seen her before. The only person he knew who dressed even remotely close to her was Miko.

"You from around here?" he inquired casually, setting her order on the register's table.

"Nah," she said distractedly, setting a five down on the table, "Passing through. Seems like an interesting place to, uh, hang."

Jack had to fight to suppress a snort. Unless she knew any talking robot-cars, she wasn't exactly in for a treat.

"So you came out here?" he said. A small glare formed on her face.

"Okay, so it's not the most exciting place," she said defensively, "But its quiet. I need quiet sometimes."

Grabbing the five, Jack opened the register and shook his head.

"Not as quiet as you think." he muttered to himself.

When Jack looked back up, the girl was staring at him, eyebrow corked.

"Okay. Thanks for the food..."

"Jack." he said, "My name's Jack."

"Mikaela." she said, grabbing the bag and left, before he could give her change. Closing the register, Jack went back to the window, and watched as she sat down at one of the tables. Close by, a parked motorcycle leaned casually on its stand. AS He worked, Jack felt his gaze move back to the girl, Mikaela. Every time he looked at her, she was talking, as if having she was having a complete conversation. But no one was around. It wasn't until she kicked the bike, which he was assuming was hers, did he begin to get suspicious. Could her bike possibly be? Checking the clock, Jack saw it was time to punch out. Taking off his apron, he reached for his cellphone and dialed Acree's comm number.

"Hey 'Cee, can you pick me up?"

"Yep, I'll be there in a few nano-clicks."

"Okay. Uh I have a question."

"Shoot." she said.

"You said there could possibly be more bot out there right?"

"Yes." she said tentatively.

"It is possible that some are on Earth too?" he asked.

"I guess." Arcee said, "Why are you asking?"

"Call it a hunch, but I think another bot is here." Jack said. Taking another quick look out the window he saw Mikaela hop quickly back onto her motorcycle and race out of there. Wondering what made her run, he saw the same two cons who tried to bump him and Arcee off the first day he encountered the Autobots.

"Arcee how quick do you think you can get here?" He asked, as the cons disappeared down the street. "She might be in trouble."

"She?"

...

*Are you finished, yet?*

Mikaela rolled her eyes, and slurped her milkshake loudly.

*'Kaela, I will kill you. Slowly.*

"No, you won't." she teased, and laughed as Jynx's grumbling reverberated in her ear piece.

*Yeah and hour ago I was contemplating it. Now, I have several plans to ensure its fruition.*

"We can't seem like we're suspicious. People will notice." Mikaela said leaning back.

*Like that boy you were flirting with at the register?*

"I wasn't... You heard that?" Mikaela spluttered.

*Cybertronian hearing is 20x's more sensitive than humans,* Jynx said smugly, *That and he keeps glancing at you.*

"Probably cause when I'm talking to you, and it looks like I'm talking no one, or myself." Mikaela snapped, "He probably thinks I'm crazy."

*Hmm. Sounds like a personal problem to me.*

Mikaela glared at Jynx, and gave her a swift kick in the tailpipe.

*Ouch! You little..*

"Un-uh, maintain cover."

*Fragger.* Jynx muttered, and was about to tell the human girl off when two signals went off on her scanners. Pulling them up, Jynx felt her energon run cold. Vehicons, two land based by the looks of it.

*Kid pack up. We gotta go, now.*

"What's wrong?" Mikaela said, sitting up.

*I picked up two signals. Con signals.*

"But I thought none where here?" she said getting her helmet on, "How'd Barricade find us?"

*This isn't Barricade,* Jynx said, pulling out of the fast food joint, *These are vehicons. Regular foot soldiers for the decepticon army. And where there's one, more are bound to be close.*

"But why are they here?" Mikaela asked.

*Don't know, and don't care at the moment. We need to move.*

Just as they sped out of the joint, two purple cars came around the bend and followed the pair. Jack, who had been watching the scene unfold the entire time, exited the building cell phone out, gaze focused on the cars.

"Arcee how quick do you think you can get here?" He asked, as the cons disappeared down the street, "She might be in trouble."

...

Turning down the next street, Jazz scanned around as he made his nightly patrols. It had been two days since they had found Barricade, and now Prowl and himself had taken to tracking him down. Which was much harder than formerly anticipated.

*Jazz to Prowler, come in.*

*Prowl here, go Jazz.*

*Southern sector appears clear,* he said, revving his engines, *I'll meet up with yah in about two klicks.*

*Understood.*

*Hey Prowler, how exactly are we gonna get Barricade?* Jazz asked as he sped down main street.

*I have already formulated a plan, and it is being put into action right now.* Prowl replied smoothly. It was a little unnerving for saboteur.

*Okay what is it?* he asked tentatively

*All you need to do is keep talking and driving.*

*Why?*

All of a sudden high beams light up his rear view mirrors, and next thing Jazz knew his rear end was being smashed.

*What the? You fragger! You knew he was there!* Jazz yelled as he pulled out of the populated area.

*More or less.* Prowl replied, and Jazz could hear a vestige of humor in his tone, *Now lure him out to this set of coordinates, we need to end this now.*

Taking a sharp right, Jazz weaved in and around the streets, avoiding any jabs made by Barricade. Swerving off the main road, the two when head first into the desert, clouds of dust trailing behind them. It was perfect cover, and Jazz took the opportunity to swing around and begin blasting the con. Light blue blasts from both ends began to exchange back and forth, giving the kicked up dust an ghost like appearance.

"Autobot scum!" Barricade roared, and changed. Following suit, Jazz braced himself as the con threw himself at Jazz. The metal on metal contact screeched against his audio receptors as the saboteur and decepticon fell, wrestling with each other against the ground.

*Any time you wanna jump in Prowl, it would be great!* Jazz hollered into the comm. as Barricade's fist made contact with his stomach plating.

Suddenly a pair of lights lit up the scene, and Jazz felt the weight of the con lift. Picking himself off the dirt he saw a white police car pushing the con over a steep hill.

"You ran into 'im?" he asked as Prowl transformed back into his usual, indifferent self, "Thats a very Jynx move of yah."

"Not one of my more conventional methods," Prowl said briskly, "But it did the job."

Going to the top of the hill the pair slid down the rocky slope, cannons out and tensed for a fight.

"I don't seem him." Jazz said, scanning the area. "Looks like he up and left

"It is most likely he ran off." Prowl said, "I have a feeling he took advantage of our temporary absence."

Taking a quick glance at the ground, Jazz noticed a thin trail of blue liquid oozing down some of the local vegetation.

"Well, he didn't make a clean escape." Jazz said, showing the leaked energon to Prowl, "Better let Jynx know we might be a while longer."

"Prowl to Jynx come in."

The sounds the blasts, and screeching wheels came.

*Frag it all!* Jynx yelled, *Prowl come in!*

"What is your status?" he asked, his gaze darkening slightly as more blasts and grinding metal echoed through the com.

*I'm about sixty miles north of you, in a town call Jasper. Currently, I'm neck deep in scrap. Two vehicons found Mikaela and I... we're safe for now, but ... ahhhh!*

"Jynx? Jynx!" Prowl called out, but he only received static. Turning to Jazz he looked at the energon, and back at his com.

"We're heading north." he said changing back into his alt mode, "Jynx is in need of our assistance."

"What about Barricade?" Jazz asked , following the cop car back up to the main road.

"My scanners indicate he will likely not survive long without medical aid." Prowl replied back, "And focus on our own now."

With that Prowl and Jazz gunned it down the road, light flashing. Unbeknownst to them, Barricade crawled out from behind a rocky mound, energon dripping from his mouth, a twisted grin on his face.

*Two vehicon's found Mikaela and me!*

The voice of that halfwitted wrecked echoed throughout his processor. Pressing the emergency beacon on his arm, Barricade transformed and waited. He could get them, only this time he would have help.