Disclaimer: Same as first chapter. Don't own.

Author's Note: I said the last chapter was longer wasn't it…but it really wasn't. It was about the SAME as the second chapter. I'm a terrible liar. I'll see how this chapter works out alright. Also, it has been pointed out to me in a review that Sunny isn't quite behaving like he's typically portrayed. There's a reason for everything and if you'd all be patient and kind enough, you'll see.

Music: Again, obviously the SONG that's sung in the chapter. Although I don't usually listen to it until I decide I need a song for her to sing. The other songs I'm listening to as I work are 'Your Body' and 'Fighter' by Christina Aguilera. She's amazing.

Chapter Four Consequences

I took a long shower, not 'recharging' as Sunstreaker had called it. I did lock all the locks on the door though and peeked out the window blinds at him to see if he was still there. I mean, I knew he could easily just ditch me and I'm not sure he really needed me for sure but I didn't want to be dumped here that's for sure. He still hadn't told me anything. It was like the less I knew, the easier it'd be to get rid of me. This was in all regards, probably very much true. I mean, seriously. Once out I twisted my hair up into a little sloppy bun with a ponytail and changed into a mini rainbow stripped skort with lime green suspenders over a silver shirt with pink squiggles on it. My lacey finger-less black gloves that looked like they had tons of ribbon weaved through the top half kind of finished it for me. But I did put on black leggings with combat boots before I exited the room to go search for the vending machines I'd seen earlier. I had a Hello Kitty snap clutch with all my cards in it plus just a little of the cash I was carrying inside the duffle-bag.

I was thirsty and extremely hungry for some reason but that could have been due to the life-threatening scare earlier. I noticed the motel office was dark and seemed to be locked up. Cool, not where I was going anyways. Sunstreaker hadn't seemed alert when I'd passed him, but who knew. Alien robots and all that fun jazz. I located the vending machine and fed it a dollar before selecting a random brand of potato chips. My phone chimed, reminding me that I still had one missed call on it. I took it to voicemail and frowned as it sounded like complete jibberish on it. Someone with perverted breathing maybe?

"All will fall," a voice eerily spoke out through the weird breathing and noises on my phone," Bring me the boy-" Then the message cut off. One of my eyebrows quirked up quickly and I dialed Sam's number only to get a busy signal. I immediately switched to Mikaela's which merely rang endlessly.

"come on come on come on," I murmured, looking around with sudden paranoia. Transforming jets, transforming cars…it definitely had that effect on people. It took me to voicemail. "Hey, Mikaela. It's Vivian. Look, something weird is going on. I'm sure you're probably more aware of this then I am. Like, seriously. Your boyfriend is on the news as a wanted individual. I don't know what's going on with you guys but something big is happening all around us okay. Something really really really big… I just…I wish you could talk to me…or I could talk to Sam or something because you aren't going to believe what HAPPENED to me…I don't even believe it really." I was babbling and couldn't stop myself now, because I was trembling and almost dropped my phone. "Oh…It's bad…really really bad…" I was whispering now in a squeaky tone of voice with my lips trembling and eyes beginning to water. I wasn't crying was I. "Look...That car that I got...from the nice old lady. Well, it isn't a car…" I took a deep breath, and released it," It…like, got in a fight today with like a jet…I mean, they looked like robots or something… He calls himself Sunstreaker I think and an Autobot…he hasn't been very talkative…and he's kind of bossy but…this jet thing he called a Seeker, and I think it was called Skywarp. They were talking about a Starscream or a Sideswipe or something…and Sunstreaker is looking for this Optimus Prime thing or guy because like, he was told to…but he damaged things when he got here and I don't know what's going on right now but I think my life is in danger…." I sighed, rubbing my face," I really hope your day is going better than this…I mean…your boyfriend is kind of wanted and what not, so I guess it isn't really going that much better but if you could like call me back or something…I'm staying at this motel for the night and I'm not sure where else we're going after that okay…I'll try to keep the phone on so you can catch me back…okay." I hung up and got a coke before heading back to my room. I didn't say anything to the yellow car as I passed it and luckily it didn't try to say anything to me.

I locked the door again, taking deep breaths before opening my coke to drink some of it. Totally not a good night already. I laid down on the bed, eating some chips before drifting off to sleep. It didn't seem like long before a revving of an engine caught my attention. The hell? I got up and peered outside my window and…Sunstreaker was gone. THAT bastard had left me. I sighed, rubbing my face. Alright. Be that way. I glanced at my phone for the time, spotting that it was about 5 in the morning. I could kill two more hours before I guess I was walking. I glanced at my outfit. Yeah, not walking clothing. I sighed before going to change and fix my hair. Now I had my black tennis shoes, yes I owned tennis shoes and not all boots, my black capris and a regular looking red tank top underneath a see-through black top that was long sleeve. The material wasn't meant to keep oneself warm after all. I donned my sunglasses, pinning my hair up with an actual black clip in the back and slipping on my sunglasses. I shouldered my duffle-bag so the strap settled between my breasts before going to turn in my key. I had no idea where I was, but I was walking now for sure because my trust-worthy car had ditched me.

"Where you headed to?" the motel-owner asked me with a weird smile as I handed over the key and signed the form that stated I hadn't damaged anything. He was sweating profusely and seemed to be standing very still. I'd set my cell on the counter with my clutch so I could sign, because I'd had to let him verify my i.d. again which seemed a little odd.

"Oh, I don't know. Around," I said and he nodded tensely.

"Where's the car?" he questioned again, still standing rather still. His lips were trembling as if he were in some kind of pain but I couldn't see anything ailing him.

"The car?" I asked and tilted my head a little to the side," A friend took it." Seemed legit. He tried to smile, hands shaking badly as he grabbed the key from the table and dropped it on the ground. He didn't bend to retrieve it though.

"You have a friend?" He questioned with a shaky hitch in his voice now and his eye twitched slightly almost like something had agitated him.

"Are you okay?" I questioned and he swallowed nervously before he nodded but his eyes made a

little flick side to side. I took a small step back and he lunged to grab me.

"WAIT! DON'T LEAVE!" He shouted and I screeched as something leapt up through him, killing him instantly before landing on the table. I don't know what it was but it didn't seem friendly. I screamed as something sharp pierced my arm as I stumbled out of the motel office. The thing didn't chase me as I touched my upper arm with trembling fingers. It'd cut straight through my over fabric and blood was welling up and spilling out, but that wasn't all. A small razor like disc was embedded in my arm. I felt weak and trembling as if all the oxygen had disappeared from my brain as I pulled it out and tossed it to the side. My knees were threatening to give out. I took a few steps backwards, tears springing to my eyes as the thing broke through the front door. It was like a smaller version of the giant robotic. Much smaller. It was all angles and sharp points and was chattering like it was a crack-head of some sort.

"No Kill. Play. No kill," it seemed to say before shooting another thing at me. This one cut into my thigh and I screamed again as it seemed to laugh. "Like play. Fleshie bleeds. Screams. Sound. Like pain."

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I screamed at it, blood was drizzling down my leg now from the embedded disc. It hurt like a bitch, worse than my arm because it had made direct contact.

"Rumbles the name. Pain is the game," it said seeming to laugh evilly before shooting another thing at me. I dodged that one with sheer luck or it'd have gone into my shoulder. "Hold still. Others coming. More Pain."

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed at it, before tripping over something on the ground and scrambling backwards. The thing was making good progress towards me though, like a possessed fucker of some kind. I screamed, kicking it hard as it tried to jump on me before rolling over and scrambling up again to run. I was limping but I was going to get away from whatever the hell it was.

"DECEPTICONS!" It screeched before something tackled me, little claws pricked into my flesh like razors as I fell back over making short work of my over shirt but thankfully only creating little slashes into my tank-top. One sliced through one of my straps though and my duffle-bag was holding out amazingly enough.

"GET OFF ME! GET OFF!" I screamed, trying to get him off. That only seemed to send him into some kind of fit, until I heard the screech of tires as a car stopped near us. There was that noise that I was starting to associate with Sunstreaker before the attack on me was lifted.

"Don't you know better than to play with squishes?" Sunstreaker jeered before there was a –ting- noise and an audible crash sound. I slowly got up to stare up at him but my eyes widened when I noticed another car approaching. It was a black muscle car with a racing fender and lime-green highlights on it plus a very large dark purple face like thing on the hood. It seemed sinister enough to warrant a cry.

"WATCH OUT!" I shrieked as it transformed and tackled Sunstreaker. I raced out of the way as they went tumbling and then they were fighting. I heard the chattering noise again and spotted Rumble getting up from where he'd been tossed. He spotted me and seemed to get excited. I scrambled away, needing a weapon, ANYTHING against this bizarre freak of nature. I dashed back into the motel office, getting the baseball bat I'd seen. Luckily it was the metal kind…but I didn't think it was going to do me any good against the disc-spitting fiend. A sudden burst of pain in my right shoulder and I cried out, dropping the bat. I could feel the metal in my arm but I couldn't feel my arm anymore. I couldn't get it to move or anything.

"Payback. Rumble need blood. PAYBACK!" It screeched at me as I whirled around and kicked it back out of the office. My foot kind of hurt but I wasn't going to die because of this little thing. I scooped up the bat with my left arm that I could still use, and stumbled after it.

"You want PAYBACK you little fucker?" I screamed at it before smashing down on it with the bat. As expected, the bat dented but the thing shrieked in some kind of pain.

"LOCKDOWN! SAVE ME!" It shrieked, trying to scramble away to where the two larger bots were in some kind of hand to hand combat. I wondered if Sunstreaker even had weapons. Maybe that system was down as well. That had to suck. I slammed the baseball bat into it now, going for the little red lights that seemed to be eyes for him. I crushed one and its screams were pitiful. "NO! DON'T OFFLINE ME! NOOOOO!"

"YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!" I screamed at it and kicked it. It rolled away and tried scrambling away but didn't seem to be working all there. I stalked after it, very much aware that some part of this was definitely wrong. Sure, it had tried to kill me…but did I need to try to destroy it completely? I stopped because I didn't and I would continue to think about it for a very long while afterwards if I did. I didn't need that atop the massive amount of therapy I was going to need anyways because of this. The thing continued to pitifully crawl away and I turned my attention back to the major battle. Sunstreaker was dominating whatever this…Had Rumble called it Lockdown? Anyways, he looked kind of scary with the large hook he was trying to pierce Sunstreaker with. I covered my mouth as Sunstreaker all but ripped the arm off this other thing and tossed it away. It shrieked, grabbing its arm and transforming again. It revved its engines, going to leave but swerving by Rumble to pick him up. The little robot flipped me off as the car sped away. I realized I was feeling kind of weak so I sat down slowly and gazed over at Sunstreaker who was shouting things at the fleeing car as I closed my eyes briefly.

"Your vital signs are spiking," he said and I felt this tingly sensation go through me. "You're going into shock." He was fading in and out and I gave a little laugh as I tried to pay attention to him. Suddenly he was a car in front of me. "Come on. You aren't going to make it much longer in this condition."

"I'll get blood on your seats," I slurred out and wondered why I sounded like that. It was funny really. Everything felt cold and I felt like I was slowly sinking into myself. My eyes slid shut again but an alarm started going off and I glared at Sunstreaker.

"Get in. Then you can clean me when you're all done. I like a nice hot wax too," he growled at me. I rolled my eyes, struggling to get up.

"Lemme…grab…a towel," I murmured, wandering off to the motel office and pushing into the supply closet to grab a bunch of towels. Sunstreaker was muttering threats darkly when I stumbled back out to him. "Don't wanna…stain." I said and yawned," I'm…really sleepy."

"You can rest later. Get in. Others are probably coming," He said and I laid a bunch of towels all over him so that any blood would at least soak the towels first. I was bleeding everywhere it looked like. I climbed in and he shut the door before speeding off.

"Where…are we going?" I asked and he was silent. I sighed, feeling my eyes close again. I felt really weak and it was kind of scary. Was I bleeding out? No. I don't think so. Though I could have just lost a lot of blood or else I was going into shock. How did people recover from that again? Keep them talking and alert…and sugar. I dug into my duffle bag, pulling out the rest of my coke to try to sip on it. "Aw…I left my phone and my wallet back there."

"Those aren't important," he said and I sighed.

"My phone is how I contact people—"I started and then there was the worst noise possible issued from his radio.

"You contacted someone? Via your cellular device? NO WONDER they found us!" Sunstreaker shouted at me.

"Dude, I didn't KNOW!" I yelled back at him, angrily and with a right to be. I looked at my minor cuts and then tried moving my left arm again. Still nothing. Well, Most of the bleeding had slowed down.

"Then it's good we left it so they won't track us down again," he growled out," Now what's this wallet thing?"

"It holds money and identification," I stated and he got quiet," You know, like my driver's license that says where I'm from and where I lived. How old I am. That kind of stuff."

"Do you have any family that can be tracked through that?" He demanded in a quiet tone of voice. I shook my head and then decided he might not be able to see me.

"Um, no. My mom is dead. Don't have any siblings. She didn't get along with her family so I never met them and my dad walked out on me when I was really little so I never met him and he's had no interest in me. The only thing he did was help my mom give birth to me," I said with a little shrug, or half shrug since my right arm was retarded now. "Look…we need to stop at a store…I need to…change first…but I need to get bandage wrap or something…and antiseptic for these wounds…"

"My scans showed that the nerves in your right arm were severed rendering it completely useless unless they are reattached. Can you do that?" he questioned.

"No…a doctor probably could but we can't go to one or they'll lock me up in some mental ward for telling them that a robot attacked me…and even if I try to lie about it, police will get involved and-," I started but was interrupted.

"You'll get locked up. Got it…Enforcers are ruthless," he said and it sounded like he was being humorous about that. "Ten more minutes and I can pull over and you can change, but be quick about it…then I will pull over at this…Wal-mart up here and you can run in and get what you need."

"Sounds like a plan," I murmured as we drove. "Hey…why'd you leave earlier?" I questioned and got no answer for about three minutes.

"I was contemplating leaving you…but Skywarp has seen your face and alerted the 'cons of your presence by now…so unfortunately I must stick with you until we are with Optimus Prime…then he will find a way out of this mess," Sunstreaker told me, sounding irritable. He pulled over and I got out, grimacing at the now red towels.

"Sorry," I murmured, grabbing them and tossing them into the woods. I pulled a black long sleeve turtle neck on and that took some skillful maneuvering. Then I struggled to get into my black jeans. I tossed the ruined clothes out, not worrying that they were just there. Not like anyone would really find me after this anyways. I would probably be dead. I grimaced as I climbed back into Sunstreaker and tossed my bag to the passenger seat with a wince. I reached over and dug out some cash that I shoved into my pants pocket. This was going to be awkward enough. He pulled over at a Wal-mart and I thanked whoever was upstairs that the parking lot looked rather empty. Grabbing a buggie I made my way inside, doing my best to look normal. Little hard when you were limping and your right arm didn't work. I grabbed a bunch of Rubbing Alcohol and bandage gauze with tape for it. I didn't think my cuts needed stitches per say since I couldn't do that myself so I got butterfly stitch bandages for the worst of it. Then I checked out. All the bags in my left hand I headed to Sunstreaker and tossed them next to my dufflebag.

"Is that all you require?" He questioned and I wondered if the only reason he asked was because he didn't want to explain to whoever this Optimus Prime person was that some human had died while with him. But it happened. Just ask Motel Owner back there.

"Yes…Just need to apply it all and I'll be just fine," I murmured and he was driving away. I must've fallen asleep at some point because I woke up to a song playing on the radio softly but the car was parked in one of those rest-stop areas. I blinked groggily, rubbing my face with my left hand before taking the bags and, making sure I had some cash on me first, headed to the ladies restroom. Someone was in there so I waited for her to leave before completely locking the restroom and stripping down to my underwear to treat myself. I could barely reach the metal lodged into my shoulder but I got it out, causing the wound to start bleeding again. All metal pieces now removed, I bit down on my lip as I all but doused myself in the rubbing alcohol.

"FUCK!" I shouted, biting down on my hand as I tried not to make another outburst. "owowowo…. that fucking hurts…." I felt like crying but at least they were considered sanitized. I took a deep breath before moving on. Rubbing alcohol dries pretty quickly. I did my best to wrap my shoulder wound and taped it down. Then I did up the cut on my left arm as well as my thigh. I gingerly re-dressed myself and attempted to make myself presentable by washing all the blood off that had accumulated. I'm pretty sure my clothes were bloody but at least they were black. I shuffled off, unlocking the doors and went to the snack vending machines to get another little bag of chips and a soft drink. It was interesting trying to get the machine to work with my left hand. I made it back to Sunstreaker and dropped the left over bandage and rubbing alcohol as well as the tape in the passenger seat since I was going to have to change the bandaging. The butterfly stitches were keeping the wounds pressed together so hopefully the skin would heal back up. I was worried about my arm but we couldn't do anything until I saw an actual doctor. The sooner Sunstreaker got to this Optimus Prime, hopefully the better I'd be. "What now, oh fearless leader?" I asked sarcastically and he was quiet, not going anywhere as I struggled to open my bottle of water and drink it. The chips were just as difficult if not worse since I had to use my mouth to rip the bag open.

"I am trying to logically deduce Optimus Prime's location," he informed me and I nodded. Sounded good.

"How's that going for you?" I questioned and got a bitter reply.

"I haven't the faintest idea where to begin," he replied. I managed to keep a straight face on that one fortunately.

"Ahem, why not at the beginning?" I asked and static played over the radio.

"That's where you first met me," He growled out darkly," That is where the original message pinpointed for my arrival…however…certain systems became damaged and I am unable to track or trace the signal…Unfortunately it was an open signal so the 'cons also knew where to come…but Optimus is smarter than that and wouldn't hang around…Once on Earth, I should've been able to contact them…but my system is regrettably not fully functional…"

"…Well, he's working with humans right?" I questioned and got no reply. Was Sunstreaker sulking now? Great. "Maybe you should use human sources to let him know you're here?"

"I thought you said others would lock you up if you went public?" Sunstreaker questioned and I sighed, rolling my eyes before taking a sip of my water.

"Yes, essentially they will and then it might take a while before the government even DECIDES you were worth checking out," I answered him and I had a feeling I was confusing him," Look…people post things on youtube all the time about stuff."

"What's youtube?" he questioned and I made a mental note to make him research humans or something when we found this Optimus guy.

"It's a human website on the internet for people who post videos and stuff up for others entertainment or enjoyment. Sometimes you can learn how to do things because of some videos…it's just a collection of things," I said with a small shake of my head. "But what I meant was we could maybe post a video up or something saying that you're here and looking for Optimus Prime or what not… Of course, then the Decepticons or whatever will be notified of where we were when we posted the video…but hopefully so will the Autobots, and then it's just a matter of avoiding the Decepticons until the good guys come get you." It sounded like a pretty solid plan to me actually.

"And you are sure this will work?" He demanded, sounding very skeptical.

"Dude, if a dancing cat video can get a million views in ten minutes of being uploaded…I can guarantee that a video featuring a very yellow robot will get plenty of hits…even if people think it's just Hollywood trailer or something," I pointed out feeling rather pleased with my idea. "Trust me on this one… We don't care HOW many people click the links, we just need ONE right person to and I'm going to load this video with probable source code words."

"Source code words?" Sunstreaker questioned, sounding curious.

"That means whoever is watching out for Decepticons or Autobots is looking for specific WORDS…and we're going to give them it all…How about 60 seconds with Sunstreaker? That way you can transform…give your little speech…I'll finish it up…we'll upload it…and go hide and wait," I said, getting excited about it now. Sure, I'd almost been killed twice already. Well, first time didn't REALLY count. The jet thing hadn't been interested in me. It was that little robot thing. I was never going to trust little robots with red glowing eyes. EVER.

"Fine…where do we need to go to accomplish this?" he questioned and I sighed, thinking on it.

"We need a camera…then a laptop to upload the video onto it…with internet or something," I replied, not sure where we were going to accomplish this. "We have to go back to where we first came from…Back to the beginning, because that's my town and I'm in good with the librarian so she'll loan me a camera for a little bit to make a video project…and we'll upload it onto youtube…No problem…." Sunstreaker shifted gears and was driving again. Well, wasn't this going to be exciting.

END NOTES: I don't think I really have anything to say here… I'm expecting flamers to hit me because they don't like what I've done with Sunstreaker…. *backs away slowly* THIS ISN'T A LOVE STORY AT LEAST WITH ROBOTS AND HUMANS LOVING EACH OTHER…. Not yet anyways….I never LIKE writing those because they don't FEEL right…. Just saying….XD

Hope someone enjoyed SOMETHING here…. Yes… I did throw LOCKDOWN in…and let's just say he's like the GAME version of the Nintendo DS…because I LOVED that voice they did for him in there….But yeah…Now that he's got a personal vendetta against Sunny…what's going to happen? *shrugs* you guys hate me….I can tell.