And let me tell you this; Autobot ears are increasingly sensitive. As soon as I screeched, I was almost literally tossed to Prime. Prime must had the fore sight to like shut off his ears or something because he wasn't bothered by the scream. The other two, on the other hand, had their hands clasped over where their ears would be and were trying to stop the ringing. Prime was busy shushing me and from what I could tell, trying to keep me from crying or something. And let me tell you, I was freaking out inside. How many people go from being a dead six foot tall human adult to being a living three foot tall robot baby.

"Easy little one, Ironhide and Ratchet didn't mean to scare you." Prime cooed to me. He held me to his chest plates and despite the fact that even my own ears were ringing from my scream, I found it slightly comforting. Like a hug. From a giant robot that could smash me like a bug in the blink of an eye.

"It's not them that scared me; I scared the shit out of myself!" I said loudly. "Normal humans don't look like robots!"

The large black one was the first to straighten up. He took a few steps forward and held out a monstrous hand for me. "Let me see the sparkling Prime. It'll ride with you for now, since you have the most room in your cab."

"I'm not an it damn it, I'm a she! Are these bots blind or something!" I grumped again.

Prime seemed uncertain, as though he thought I would have another screaming fit if I went anywhere near the behemoth again. "I don't know Ironhide. It seems its terrified of you."

"I'm not terrified of him." I snorted, catching the attention of Ratchet. I felt that tingling again, and remembered he's the medic. I sighed. They seemed to think I was an infant of some sort. I can act, I've played house with my cousins enough to know how to act like an infant. Ironhide was trying to reason that I needed to get used to the large robot anyways, since I would be seeing him a lot along with Ratchet. This was so going to damage my dignity.

I reached my arms up in the typical children's 'uppie' visage at the Mech, I think one of my old buddies had called them, named Ironhide. I even flexed my tiny metal hands for emphasis. When they fell silent, I lost the rest of my dignity and cooed to the mech.

Ironhide's face stretched into a grin, I think. All those weird metal plates that seem to make up their faces had moved a bit, and seemed to hold a smiling tone to them. So yes, let's call that a grin for the sake of my sanity. "You see prime, I bet it was just the fact that it was being held by an unknown mech. See? It wants me." He said smugly.

Ratchet appeared at Ironhide's side when I was passed to his hands. "Hold it close to your chasis, I want to check its gender real fast." I was pressed up next to a 'chasis' which was their chest I guess, when I started struggling. I did not want to be sexed! That's violating! And there were these uncomfortable bulges in my back, like little wings or something that were being squished against Ironhide's chest.

Ratchet's fingers transformed into these tiny little tool things, and began poking around on my chest. I squeaked angrily, he was violating my privacy, when there were two little clicks and my chest sprung open of its own accord. My curiosity got the best of me, and I looked as Ratchet investigated. Hell with it, he's a medic; it's like a doctor, only for aliens.

There was a small casing, which I could see had a glowing throbbing light blue light in there. I'm guessing that would be my heart? It had cables and wires running through, that all seemed to pulse like veins with each beat of the light. Then there was a small empty box like thing next to my heart, it looked like it carried things. Maybe like a trunk or something? There was a small tank looking thing, and seemingly various organs, and then there was a large tank in my lower body where my bladder and stuff would normally be. And then there was a small tank below that, small like the higher up tank. I wonder if one of those is my stomach.

Ratchets tools probed a bit, and stopped with it came to the large tank. His tool brushed against it, and it actually flexed beneath his touch. Okay, ow? Don't poke people internals. I protested by whining. Whoa, whoa, whoa, so my organs were soft like human organs? "Primus," he sounded like he was in awe of something, "Well, what do you know? It's a femme." Femme… wasn't that like, in some other language female? Yes, yes it was. Now let me close up please, I feel like I'm flashing the lot of you.

When my innermost workings were closed up again, I let myself go still so that Ironhide would loosen his hold. He did, and as I found it slightly troublesome to get myself to bend like this, I got myself cross legged leaning half on Ironhide and half on my own. Sitting was straining cause of the weight on my back, but it was manage able. I did get a good look at my feet. They were odd, they looked human with five toes and all, but there were small silver claws poking out of the end of each toe.

"How old is she?" my holder requested. I glanced at him, and caught sight of what was weighing me down. I had little door like wings. They seemed to flutter with my every changing thought.

Ratchet made a humming noise. "I'd say maybe two vorns? But she had her armor, and sparklings don't get any form of that until they're eight vorns."

I didn't make a peep. I was getting hungrier now, and there was a warning sign flashing across my screen saying that my 'tank' was dangerously low. The mech's were discussing my name, and I let out a shrill whistle to get their attention. "Oi, I'm a hungry girl over here! Can we get this show on the road please? And stop by a burger joint?" I complained. I ran a hand across my stomach area to get my point across.

I heard prime chuckle, and the loud booming of his voice actually rattled my armor. I blinked widely at him. "Sounds like someone's hungry." He chortled.

I watched as he changed back into the tall flame covered Peterbuilt semi that had fascinated me when I first watched the movies. His door popped open, and Ironhide knelt down. I found myself getting set gently in the cab. When I was in, I watched the walls of the cab disappear, and the seat completely cover the bottom part of the inside of Prime, like a giant bed or something.

"Now you can roll around or whatever and not fall off anything, and you have more space. How's that sound, young one?" I heard Optimus's voice like surround sound.

I didn't respond, I simply adjusted myself so I could flop down on my stomach and wait for the drive to be over.