Sorry my other chapters were a bit goofy looking, I'm still getting used to this.

Also, I forgot, I do not own anything related to Twilight or Transformers. They belong to SM and Japanese peoples. I think. Not sure, I might get in trouble.

Once again: Italics means they are using the com-link.

Anyhow: Read!

-Arcee's POV-

We started out earlier tonight. We were in the garage right then after Sam and Mikaela showed up. Bumblebee, Ironhide, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker ran to their other forms. Bee plopped onto his car and sighed, "Oh thank Primus! I missed my other three fourths of my body." He climbed into…well, himself, and vanished inside. Actually, not really. He was still there; just he meshed himself into the rest of his body. It's really weird. Ironhide already completed himself and his engine started and was humming.

I started to transform too. I felt my shoulder blades pop outwards and hike over my head, as I got down on all fours and the rest of my body followed in a flawless sequence. A lot of my inside form went out side to transform my shape into a shiny magenta motorcycle. I looked to the right to see the other two parts of my body; my purple part of me and also blue.

Sunny and the others climbed into the cars, which really weren't cars but only the bodies of them. It was really creepy looking through a human's eyes because for the boys, their human form would detach under the dashboards and under the seats.

This is the reason I wouldn't let Jasper into them earlier because most of the dashboard would be missing, and the cars can't start without their engines, which are transformed with our human shapes. I on the other hand, was able to fit one full motorcycle into my limited space of a body.

Someone pressed the garage door and Hide, Prime, and Ratchet were already halfway out. Sam jumped into Bumblebee who was a yellow Camaro with a black racing stripe. Jasper almost gave me a spark-attack this morning when he mentioned the word 'bumblebee' as he inspected the car. It took me a moment to understand he said looks like a bumblebee.

Mikaela swung her leg over my back and grabbed her silver helmet hanging on a peg beside me. It was only a prop incase there was a human nearby. She really didn't need it though; I'd never let her get hurt. After she was situated, two other holograms flickered to life on the back of my two auto modes. They looked similar to Mikaela with variations and a mix of my human form. The musty yellow Chevy behind me was Sunny waiting for me to go. Just before I started moving, Jetfire (Jet) clumped down stairs, "Wait! Can I come too? Please? I've been dying to get out." I paused. Jetfire is an ex-Decepticon. We don't have total trust of him yet, but we still accepted him with us when he crash-landed and the Decepticons tried to get rid of him. He used to be a plane.

Hey, Optimus, Jet wants to come. What should I say? I asked Prime over the communications-link. Jet wasn't allowed to connect yet; we still want to wait a little.

Yes, he may come. But he has to find a new form.

I glanced over a Bee. He was waiting,

Want me to tell him? He asked.

No I'll do it It's a good chance to practice.

I turned on my main motorcycle's headlight-the one Mikaela sat on- and shot concentrated beams of light turn into another hologram a foot away from me into a picture of my human form. This was mildly harder than making one in or on us, but it was a good back up and a quick way of communicating with humans instead of transforming al over again.

My holographic human-self said, "Optimus said you can come, but you need to change your form into a vehicle." My hologram flashed off.

Jet's pale face lit up as he raced out the door and ran half a mile away to the nearest freeway and came back a minute later. He got near the rest of his body and it all morphed into a sleek black Mercedes Benz.

A quick tid-bit: in human form, we are super fast because we don't tire out the way humans do. Plus it helps when you're an uncountable amount stronger than them.

We all finally left and were going about 80 to catch up tot the others. A nice, easy slow pace.

And that's another cool factoid: We don't use gas to power ourselves because our wheels are pretty much our legs and feet so we can go as fast as we could possibly want. No pollution! Just helping to protect this world a little at a time.

So we finally caught up with the elders and then all poured on the speed a bit to 98 miles per hour.

I'll talk to him next time. I know it takes a lot out of you to do that. Bumblebee said, tapping into my com-link.

'So kay. I responded. It was true though, making a hologram a distance away from me did make my energy meter reduce because I was still relatively new to this, but I like to help out. When Bee is in auto mode, he uses his radio to speak. He's a pro at it, the rest of us fumble and have trouble with it.

Mikaela rapped my side, "Hey, don't forget about the hair!" she yelled over the wind. Oops. Suddenly, the hair on the holo-girls I called them, started flapping wildly behind them. I always forgot that detail.

I flashed my headlights twice as a signal Mikaela and I came up to prompt her to lower her head behind my small windshield.

BB, Sides, Sunny? Up for a little race? I yelled over the link. As an answer, their engines revved simultaneously.

Hide, wanna ref?

Sure, he responded gleefully, Ready, Go!

In a split second, BB, Sunny, Sides, and my speed odometer's needle pushed forward to somewhere in the 280's.

Ratchet, Prime, and Jet disappeared from view with Hide trailing behind, trying to watch, but also not get in the way.

Here cam the first turn, it was going to be a quick turn with hills on either side of the road.

I inched ahead and slightly hit the brakes to make it, and once I finished, I hit the road (since I don't use gasoline) again and made it over the 300mph mark. BB was on my tail while Sides and Sunny were bumper to bumper. My three bikes were all in a straight horizontal line.

A second later, Bee was right next to me, Sam inside winking as I heard the blare of Lady GaGa's new song "Just Dance" screaming out of the stereo. The Twins were right on us also.

Prime said were going to the clearing right? I asked.

Yeah…see ya there! Sides answered as he flew from our huddle. Again I punched the gas in a desperate attempt to win, there was only 32 miles left!

310,315,326. BB was about to pass me out, then I spotted a ramp a quarter mile ahead. It was one of those speed radars the police set up once in a while. It had fallen down so my database hatched an idea. I swerved to the right and drove over it at top speed and catapulted a screaming Mikaela and my head motorcycle sky high. From behind me, I caught sight of the yellow digits flash 412. I willed my other two parts to gain speed and meet me two- dozen feet ahead of BB who passed out Sides. The clearing was now in view.

How should I do my finishing stop, make a figure eight, permanently etched into the soil. Nah, how about stopping abruptly so they smash into the trees? No, I used that one a few days ago. Oh! I know…

There was a large slab of rock to the side of the opening of the clearing, I slowed to 305 and all three cycles flew up into the air as I imitated what I had done back at the radar sign.

I was floating momentarily around 25 feet in the air as my pink cycle bucked Mikaela off intentionally 10 feet higher. My blue, purple, and pink cycles combined in a flash. Pulling, morphing, and transforming in all ways possible, the three bikes formed my full autobot self. I landed on the ground as my body bended in half and my left leg made an entire vertical circle before touching ground again. It was how I transformed.

Within the next second, Mikaela's flailing body landed in my hands easily. I made sure to move my arm down as she fell into my palms to assure a soft landing. I could feel her heart vibrating up my arm as it fluttered rapidly.

"That was one of the coolest, and most terrifying experiences of my life," she said between gasps, "Never, do that again," she added sternly.

I laughed and rolled my bright blue optics.

"Phenominal landing!" Bumblebee commented as he transformed into his autobot form too, "But I can't tell who won. It was either you or I, we'll ask Hide when and if they ever catch up."

Sideswipe and Sunny rolled up as he finished speaking, and they also changed into their regular form.

"That was amazing!"

"Coolest stop I've seen in the last century," they both congratulated.

"Thanks."

Bee touched his temple and reported, "They'll be here in 8 minutes, they're hauling it now."

Sam walked out from behind BB's foot.

"What are you guys gonna do tonight?"

"Hide said the other day that he and Ratch created new toys for us." I relayed mischievously. "I also wanted to do some mock-fights. You know, keep our skills fresh. I heard there might me a Decepticon threat approaching, but the screens not always right."

"You want to spar a bit you said?" Bee asked something hinting in his voice.

"Yeah? Why?" I barely answered when he grabbed the front of my large chassis and tried to slam me to the ground. Outraged, I countered and flipped him under me and pinned his arms around his back, "I told you not to pull there! I'm not built like you male-bots."

He rolled and sat on my back. Disregarding my statement, he said, "A fighter must always be ready for an attack. How are you planning to…"

I cut him off by pushing under me and pushing him off me and I threw a punch at him, only to be deflected by his hand, which twisted around and pinned my own arm to my back. My rocket shooters popped from their compartments as I aimed for his spark.

"Nuh, uh, uh!" he scolded totally at ease, "You said sparing, not weapons." He let go of my arm. Bee was sort of my teacher, I was younger than all the rest at fighting and Bee has been fighting for almost forever and in battles. Well, not really. He was only 21,806 years old while the rest where somewhere in their late 31,000's. I'm 20,390 years.

He picked me up by my small waist in attempt to fling me to the ground, but I climbed up on his shoulders and flung myself backwards, sending him cart wheeling over me. He landed in a crouched position, tensed to spiral towards me, but then something caught his attention and he straightened. Hide came through the brush and altered his form in one swift movement. "Sorry, Bumblebee, Arcee won by .68 milliseconds."

"Yessss." I silently cheered. Almost no one is ever able to pass out Bumblebee; his name doesn't lie.

Sam began to make witty remarks about losing when Prime, Ratchet, and Jet appeared already changed.

"I have the stuff," Ratch announced placing big items on the ground. "Who's first?"

"Just Dance" by Lady GaGa.

AKA: Not mine!

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