Yay, another chapter!

Just as a heads up: updates will be slower now that break is over. I'll still try to post a new chapter every 1 or 2 weeks.

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"LET ME OUT!" I pounded as hard as I could with my fists against the window, feeling the pain in my head intensify with each jarring blow, and watched as the crack I'd made in the glass spread even further, creating what looked like a spider web on the window. I struggled to undo my belt buckle, trying to slide out of the seatbelt at the same time, only for it to tighten and pin me against the seat.

It was then that I remembered the kitchen knife I'd slipped into my boot. Lifting up my leg, I bent my knee, and slipping my hand into the side of my boot, began digging around for my knife. As turns it out, in my efforts to free myself I had struggled and flailed about so wildly, the point of the knife had actually started to cut into the top of my foot. I ignored the pain for now. As soon as I held the knife, I swung it first at the window—finally managing to shatter the damn thing—before quickly holding it up to my seatbelt, close to where the side of my waist was, and sawing through it.

No sooner was I free, than a pair of hands suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed onto my wrists. Looking up, I was shocked to lock eyes once again with Officer Poker-Ass. If I'd thought his expression was grouchy before, he looked livid now.

He snarled at me. "You're going to pay for that, femme!"

I struggled as hard as I could to break free, but the harder I fought, the tighter his hold became. Pain shot up my arms. But oddly enough, whenever I relaxed, even for a second, his grip seemed to relax a little. I didn't stop to think about that though, I was too caught up in the immense terror I was feeling.

"Let me go, you bastard!" Without stopping to think better of it, I head-butted him as hard as I could, causing him to rear back—be it from shock or pain, I couldn't tell—and loosen his hold on me. I didn't waste a second. Ignoring the wave of pain ricocheting through my head, I reached forward and yanked on the steering wheel. The car swerved violently. Both the man and the car roared furiously; the former of which, grabbed my arm and forcibly removed me from the wheel, his iron grip sending bursts of pain shooting up from my wrist as I continued to struggle against him, trying to ignore how lightheaded I was suddenly getting.

The car jolted, and I think I heard the sound of metal crashing painfully against metal from somewhere behind us.

Next thing I knew, I was airborne, screaming as I sailed through the air. I closed my eyes, expecting to wind up splattered on the cement, but surprisingly that never came. Something wrapped around me lightening fast. Opening my eyes, I was more than shocked to find myself staring up into the face of a giant robot. The details of his face were a little difficult to see because of the sun shining down overhead of us, but from what I could make out, his eyes were the most intense electric blue I had ever seen, a contrast that somehow worked well with the red of the pointed chevron on his forehead.

He peered down at me with an unreadable expression, before bending down and depositing me—surprisingly gently—onto the ground below. Then, before I even had time to blink, he spun around and shielded me from a darker, black and white bot who had rushed him.

I couldn't move. I watched as Officer Poker-Ass fired at my rescuer, only for the whiter bot to spin neatly out the way, turning back with a kick that sent his assailant wheeling backwards. Suddenly his eyes landed on me.

Uh oh.

Holding my damaged arm, I tried to make a run for it, but he was too quick; and before I knew it, I was being held rather painfully in his grip. I gasped as the breath was squeezed out of me.

"Take one step Autobot, and this human is dead." As if to prove his point, he griped me even tighter.

My ears began to ring, and in my vision I saw stars. I breathed harshly, everything hurting, spinning. I knew it wouldn't be long before I passed out, and quite possibly died, from the way he was holding me. Whether that was truly his intention, or he'd just forgotten how to hold me, I knew if something didn't happen to make him let go of me soon, I could kiss this life goodbye. My mind screamed at me to do something.

I could feel the intense fear pumping adrenaline through my body, but there was something else I could sense arising there too. It was the same something that had caused me to transform into my jeep yesterday without meaning to. Focusing on that with what little consciousness I had left, I tried to summon up the same feeling I had felt arise deep in my gut yesterday.

It was a long moment before any sort of shift within me happened.

Then, I exploded.

Okay, I didn't really explode per say, though it sure as hell felt like I did. My body simply split apart into what felt like a zillion pieces, before reforming back into a larger-sized, metal version of me.

What.

Immediately, I felt the hand holding me let go as Officer Poker-Ass was thrown backwards onto his ass. I didn't pay him any attention though; I was too busy trying to keep from falling myself.

Turns out, I had no idea how to stand in this new . . . body. The slightest of movements threw me off balance, to the point where I could barely even stand. As I flailed about like a chicken, trying my darndest not to fall face-first onto the ground, or worse, backwards onto Poker-Ass—who was still sitting there, by the way—something red flashed in front of my vision, warning me that my tanks were less than ten percent full.

Again—

What.

At this point, I was dangerously close to panicking. I tried changing back, but all that succeeded in doing was to prompt the red warning to flash across my vision again. I heard Officer Poker-Ass pushing himself up behind me and imagined his hands reaching for me, squeezing me. Suddenly scared witless, the fact that I could barely stand fled my mind, and I tried to run, only to stumble over nothing and topple over. Before I hit the ground, however, a familiar pair of white hands caught me and I felt my upper torso being supported against a hard, metal chassis. At the same time, I heard the gun of car engines approaching. I looked over, but saw only blurred shapes.

"Stand down, Barricade. You are outnumbered and outgunned." The voice that spoke was deep and metallic and seemed to come from whatever was supporting me. Not as deep as the bot who had kidnapped me, but definitely deep. It sounded smoother somehow, without a rise in pitch or a stutter.

I heard what sounded like a growl, the sound of metal shifting, and the rev of an engine as a powerful car pulled away quickly and took off. At the same time, I heard a pair of vehicles as they skidded to a stop somewhere behind us, and then heavy footsteps.

I wanted to turn and look, but I no longer felt like I could move. I just . . . had no energy left. I guess I had used everything up on Poker—Barricade. Perhaps that's what that flashing in my vision had been—a warning I was almost out of energy.

"Miss, are you alright?" I felt an odd tingle throughout my body, and myself being turned over. I managed, somehow to remain upright with the support of the weight against my back, despite the wobble in my legs, and the fact that the world around me had grown incredibly dim, like I was looking at it through a pair of unfocused sunglasses.

Suddenly arms were behind my back and legs, and I felt myself being lifted off the ground. Whoever these bots were they weren't acting like Barricade had, still, I couldn't help but panic. Fighting my exhaustion, I struggled as hard as I could in the arms.

"Calm yourself, young lady. I am not going to hurt you. My only concern is that of the physical condition of your body, and you are very weak. My scans indicate that you are dangerously low on energon." There was something in his voice that sounded off, though it made me think of either a police officer or a paramedic.

As I sagged against him, I caught a brief glimpse of the insignia on his shoulder; it looked like a red alien face: the same insignia I had seen on the car of the bot that had rescued me.

Blinking open my eyes, I tried to focus on his face. I saw a rather grumpy looking profile with the same piercing blue eyes I had seen on my rescuer, though a bit darker. He looked down at me.

"I'm sure you will explain to us just what exactly is going on when you wake, but for now, I am going to put you into stasis lock." I think he fiddled with something on the back of my neck, but by that time, I was so tired. "Rest femme, I will do all I can."

My eyes closed, and within moments I was unconscious.