Yay! I finally finished so I can update!! WEEEEEEEEEEE (falls out of chair) sorry 'bout that I get excited easy when I have sugar…

I forgot to add a warning during chappy one so here it is now: WARNING!! MENTIONS DRUGS AND ALCOHOL USE BY MINORS… ok now that that's off my chest on with the fic!

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I yawned and looked over to where Goldwing was watching Silvia message her nerd-herd friends over yahoo. My sister had a habit of being adopted by people that knew her especially her fanfiction friends, and enemies like me.

We hated each other in the third grade, but that hate turned more like… respect after every fist fight, verbal battle, and cruel trick, and then some how we became best friends closer than sisters.

All because of that slut Meghan, we had found the first of many things we had in common. We both hated her guts.

Silvia being the forgive and forget person she is started it all when she was sick, very sick, and she still came to school. I didn't know and I picked a fight with her, of course Meghan had to add her own input and it sparked our friendship.

In a fit of delirium she started screaming at the bitch saying that I was twice the person that Meghan would ever be and to stay out of our business if she didn't want her ass beat.

Of course she didn't instead the little slut started talking shit about me, loosing the last of her control Silvia attacked. Even sick and half dead my sister took her down with one punch before I could drag her away.

And the rest is kinda like history, well to most people who don't know us; in fact my dad thought I had gone insane when he found out.

Which is how we got into this situation I followed her into danger… aw fuck it I love this! It's so much fun, just like those old days.

"No Goldie when she says 'dies from laughter' it doesn't mean she actually died," Silvias voice broke me out of my pot induced thinking.

"Oh," I giggled at the poor guy, being introduced to the insane group for the first time. "Anything you wanna say?"

"Ummmm Hi… I think?"

"'K……. she says hi back and 'how are you?'"

"Ummm fine?"

"Ok… 'That's good nice to meet you' and she's sending me a file… ok can I help? Of course… done." She clicked the file open, scanning it quickly before pulling the screen back up to type questions.

FreakOfNature: am I beta-ing or adding more?

HiveQueen: Either or sister both would be helpful

FreakOfNature: both? Consider it done

FreakOfNature: setting?

HiveQueen: home please

FreakOfNature: relationships?

HiveQueen: with the OC? More then friends but not any further yet

FreakOfNature: parents? Do they know?

HiveQueen: no they are on vacation

FreakOfNature: 'k the bunny has bitten me I'll get started XD

HiveQueen: thankies is there anything I can work on?

FreakOfNature: ummm yeah actually there is hold on I'll send the doc, you have free reign 'k? as long as you don't kill him

HiveQueen: SQUEEEEEEEEE thankies sis

FreakOfNature: NP ok I'll get to work now

HiveQueen: 'k me too

I laughed, "New project?" She nodded and began typing away before pausing. "Hey if some giant lizard was trying to eat you what would you do?"

"Ummmmm what are the available weapons?"

"A broken beer bottle, baseball bat, and anything else you'd find in a kitchen."

"Oh then butcher knife or the baseball bat but I'd rather have a nice shot gun." I laughed; she nodded and went back to typing. After awhile she highlighted the new section of work and used copy/paste, to show her buddy.

FreakOfNature: ok here you go hope this is what you were going for?

FreakOfNature: as it crept closer she made a mad dash for the kitchen, ignoring the pain in her leg. "Take this you bastard!" Torree yelled grabbing a butcher knife and throwing it across the room with a scream of pure rage. The creature seemed to deflate on itself into a puddle of goop before reforming.

HiveQueen: oooh I think the bunny adopted you

FreakOfNature: yup me think so too :D

Goldwing looked around the room in confusion, "Bunnies are earth animals right? I don't see any. And how would it get here you said she was in another country!"

Silvia made a choking sound, struggling not to laugh. "No no plot bunnies are story ideas, we just call them bunnies."

"Why?"

"…… well story ideas multiply without stopping like bunny rabbits, they are also bite like bunnies but as a opposite they are harmless, plot bunnies aren't… did I just confuse you more?"

"Yes."

"Well is your internet access fixed?"

"Yes."

"Then go on for your self silly! Try FanFiction, LiveJournal, and DeviantArt… just don't go into anything that says slash, smut, yoai, lemon or lime."

"Why?"

"Just trust me ok? Maybe after you get the hang of reading it then you can go into those but 'till then… just stick with the small stuff 'k?"

"Um ok you're the expert… can I make an account too? Or do those cost credits?"

"Credits? Oh you mean money no just get the basic accounts those are free, you can even see my stuff on there, my account name id is FreakOfNature."

The mech left almost skipping with joy. I was sad to see him go; it left us alone with the psycho Dr. Ratchet who was now looking at Silvia curiously. "You're an artisan?"

"A wha– what are you talkin' bout dude?"

"Artisan, you obviously enjoy writing and conversing, do you draw too?" The medic leaned down smiling, I rolled my eyes when my sister started arguing and saying no she didn't.

"You do too Sivvy show him your sketch book," Pulling out a pack of 'smokes I ignored the death glare she sent my way as she pulled out her battered sketch book. The one Paul and I had gotten her as a gift for Christmas; it was already dying from over use.

Ratchets hologram opened the book delicately, being careful too keep hold of the monstrous number of extra papers in one stack. "These are quite good may I make copies?"

"Um I guess, they aren't that good you should see Alyssas! Dude they are awesome."

Before he could reply the medic was cut off by a bright yellow Camero with black racing stripes enter the room, stopping a young man got out allowing the car to… transform.

I have to admit felt an attraction to the guy, curly brown hair and amber eyes, plus he had to have some muscle by the look of it. Even better he had a boyish glint in his eyes that made him sexy, but instantly I know he was taken when as the yellow robot picked him up and in the process 'accidentally' touched between the hottys legs… not that I wouldn't of done it too if I was a giant alien robot.

Ratchet introduced him as 'Sam' and the mech was Bumblebee, just as high pitched squealing laughter came from Silvias computer, Sam raised an eye brow. "Happy Tree Friends?"

"Yup." While they talked lightly 'Bee came over to me and we began chatting, only to be interrupted when blaring music played from my sister's speakers. She jumped and turned it down ignoring our laughter, a few minutes later Sam sat next to me and turned away my offered cigarette.

"No 'Bee would kill me if I started smoking."

I shrugged and looked at Silvia, "Hey you got a lighter on you?" She nodded and began digging in her pockets, we both ignored Ratchets disapproving look.

"No Sam I wouldn't kill you but there would be dire consequences if I found out you even tried it."

"Yes love."

I thought for a second… "How is it possible for you guys to… oh" Another person had materialized beside him, blonde with neon blue eyes he was also a hot piece of ass.

The hologram wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulder and pulled him into a kiss, before fizzling out.

Of course Silvia took that moment to play a loud wolf whistle on her computer, making them blush… or at least the human.

Grinning I tossed the lighter at her, getting her in the forehead; she scowled and stuck her tongue out at me before throwing it back. Shaking my own head I looked back at the two men, finding them making out heavily right there in front of every body.

I threw the lighter at them, "Get a room you will ya'?!"

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"Yayz Goldie's back!" I rolled my eyes at Silvias immaturity; it was hard to believe that she was the older one with the way she acted sometimes.

Looking up at the golden mech I grinned, "You're looking huge as always bro."

"And you're looking tiny."

He picked us up, and we had to hold onto his fingers for support as we exited the med bay. "Were are we going?"

"The common room, the others want to meet you."

After dropping us on the table I reached for Silvias computer, the sound of my mail ringing brought two mechs over one red one yellow.

"Hey Goldie are these the ones that you said killed Ramjet?"

"Yeah, this is Silvia and Crystal." The red one stared at us and then smiled, "I'm Sideswipe and this is Sunstreaker and any fleshy who can take down a 'con is ok in my book!... how did you kill him anyway? You're so… tiny."

I was starting to get sick of telling it, and Silvia could tell so she spoke. "We burned the bitch, hairspray and a open flame do wonders when there's gas involved."

Sunstreaker blinked, "I think we found a couple of nutters like us."

"Yes they are you shoulda' seen the way they planed escape from their creator it was crazy." Goldwing muttered.

I stuck my tongue out at him and clicked open the e-mail only to blink in surprise. "Hey Sis… we got mail from Richard!"

"Really? 'bout damn time that bastard wrote us."

"It says, Hey Psycho sisters! Hola Amigos and how are you two doin'? Not much is going on here 'cept Tazz ate another one of my notebooks, I have no clue how the hell he gets them. So how are the kids? Mine had better be doin' good otherwise they'll never ever find Tyler's remains. Well I gotta go hide my newest batch of fireworks and manga from Grandma Sophie so she doesn't try to throw holy water on me again… Peace Out, Richard… he has issues… hey sis think about if she ever saw you!"

Silvias eyes widened, "Ugh that would be horrible! She would probably drag me to a fucking holy water pool and drown me in the damn thing!!" She made a face, "Tell him I said good luck and to bring some Hellsing as protection, oh and yeah the kids are great 'specially the toads they're getting even bigger."

I typed it up and sent it looking up to find Sideswipe smiling evilly. "He makes… Fireworks?" Both of us nodded, "Yes he's a freakin' pyromaniac, it's his fault Silvia and me know how to use 'Works and set people on fire."

"He taught you how to set people on fire?!" Goldwing asked, horrified.

"Well no… we watched him screw around with explosives and new firework recipes so many times… plus he set himself on fire a couple of times, singed off hair… its kinda fun watching him." My sister burst out laughing at the look on our brother's face.

"I think the guy enjoys being in pain or something I dunno as long as me an' Crystal have known the idiot we haven't figured him out yet!" I snorted, "You should he's got a crush on you."

"Does not!"

The twin 'bots snickered, "He does too! The guy is like goop around you…"

"And what about you and Paul eh? Everyone knows he loves you!" I winced internally at that jibe, "I don't like him as more than a friend."

"Lie, lie, lie you two dorks were made for each other."

"Shut up!" She flicked me off and instead of retaliating I pulled up her desktop screen to change the picture, Ghost Rider looked better than the cartoon she had on there any day.

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Thank god we were put in Goldwings room instead of just being dumped with the pyscho Dr. Ratchet, the mech hated my smoking and Silvias total disregard for her safety/health. I don't think I've ever seen her cold, even in twenty below zero weather she wears shorts and a t-shirt. It's the same with me and heat; I've never been too warm, ever.

And now Goldie had dropped us off in the rec room, while he did rounds or reconnaissance or something like that.

I played BlackJack on my cell phone while my dear sister drew on one of her decapitated computer shirts, or so I called them, with the entire sleeve gone except the cuff and a small strip and the collar gone they seemed decapitated to me…

Anyway, her diseased brain had somehow thought of yet another thing to drive Prowl insane by drawing the autobot symbol huge on the back and smaller on the shirt pocket.

Strange symbols that I assumed were cybertronian were written everywhere, "Awesome! Make me one please?" I asked, of course knowing our luck Prowl, the intended target was standing in the door.

The look on his face was pure amazement seconds before he exploded, "What in the name of primus are you doing?! Do you know a decepticon will do to you if you wear that!? What is wrong with you two?!"

"Well for one both of us have had head injuries when we were young, um another would be well duh they'd kill us! We ain't that stupid, oh and Ratchet said we have glitches in our processors or… something like that."

I giggled, "Yeah make me one! Only can it be red and black please?" She nodded and the large mech stormed out shouting, "Optimus will tell you not to wear that!"

As soon as he was out of ear shot Silvia spoke, "Think we should tell him that Optimus thought it was a good idea and let me copy from his own symbol?"

Ironhide shook his head, "No no it'll be more fun to let him rant for a few hours then burst his bubble, trust me." Sam and Bumblebee both nodded in agreement. I cocked my head, "How do you know?"

"Well for awhile I–" He let out a yelp as his friend grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, doubling him over so that we could see a tattoo of the autobot symbol on his shoulder blade.

"He doesn't know." Bumblebee laughed, "Wow if he dose see that he'll go bonkers!" I said giggling, "That's a good idea! Hey Silvia lets get tattoos!" My sister laughed and waved at the door, "Back so soon?"

I turned to find Prowl back, his optics were twitching, he turned and let out a scream, "Oppppptiiiimuuuss!!" Rolling my eyes I watched Sam fix his shirt, "Did you have to do that?"

"Yes… just like I have to do this."

Bumblebee picked him up and with a grin began rubbing his butt in a very suggestive way, Sam squirmed trying to escape. "Hey Sam at leas' 'ur not tied up this time!"

If it was possible he blushed more and I raised an eyebrow at Ironhide, who smiled widely. "Last year for 'Bees birthday we gave him Sam… wrapped up in ribbons and tied up…"

Of course my demented sister burst out laughing to the poor guy's annoyance, his torture was multiplied when the yellow mech began tickling along with the groping.

But the fun was cut off by the sound of a mech falling to the floor at the door, Prowl had finally lost it and lay out cold on the ground, with Optimus standing right behind him. The autobot leader was struggling not to laugh…

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