Right I'm back. I apologise for the delay.
Please forgive me but I had no idea what to do with the necklace and this seemed... well not likely but more believable than any of my other ideas. So please don't shoot.
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Bluestreak raced out of the suburban city with the local law enforcement on his tail. It didn't matter how long they chased him, they would never catch him, he was faster than any earth-made machine.
Tearing through the desert at three times the legal speed limit, he left the cops behind in a cloud of dust. He didn't slow down until he was in visual range of the Ark.
Bluestreak could feel the power pulsing in the pendent on his seat, it reminded him faintly of the Twins yet at the same time it felt like Michelle. A strange combination.
He didn't stop until he reached the medbay, the door slid open just as he arrived.
"Do you have it?" First-Aid asked desperately.
"Yeah, what is it?" Bluestreak handed over the necklace and followed the medic inside.
"A small piece of their spark." Ratchet replied from his spot next to Sunstreaker.
Blue stopped in shock. "What!?"
Ratchet looked at him over his shoulder. "The Twins share a single spark and a small piece came loose. They gave it to the girl." He spoke as if it happened all the time.
Bluestreak remained frozen. Did Michelle know that she had held a spark shard?
"By the way, where is the girl?"
He mentally shook himself. "She's in trouble, I have to go back."
"What sort of trouble?"
"The sort that involves guns and pissed-off humans."
Ratchet slanted him a look.
"I didn't do anything until after they attacked her. He seemed to know what I was."
"Lots off humans know we exist." Ratchet countered.
"But I'm not as noticeable as the others." Blue defended.
First-Aid piped up. "Sir, they're ready."
Ratchet nodded and ushered Bluestreak out. "You can either wait for them or you can check on the girl, your choice. Just let Prime know what you're doing."
"How long until they can be released?"
"Depends on how well the surgery goes and how quickly they recover. It may take hours it may take days. It would take less time if Wheeljack was here." Ratchet quipped as the inventor hurried around the corner, muttering apologies he slipped into the medbay. "Make a choice, just don't do anything stupid." With that Ratchet stepped back and the door slid shut.
"Hey 'Cracker, why didn't we chase that Autobot?" Skywarp asked as they glided over the streets.
"Because he's not the one we're after. We want the human." Thundercracker replied.
"I thought we wanted a hostage, wouldn't an Autobot be better than a human?"
TC vented a long-suffering sigh. Why was Skywarp so stupid? "Do you remember a few years ago when we were minding our own business and those Autobrat twins attacked us?"
"They've attacked us lots of times over the years."
"True, but this time we weren't doing anything."
There was a pause as Skywarp checked his memory banks. "Yeah I remember. That was uncalled for, we hadn't killed anyone."
"I found out later that they were protecting a human, a girl." Good 'Warp's listening. "Now if we find the girl we can use her against the Autobots."
"It was the girl with the Autobot just then wasn't it?"
"Yep."
"But she didn't leave with him."
"Nope."
"Then where do we find her?"
"There." Thundercracker sent him the coordinates of the house he had seen the human disappear into. "She was with another human.
"Excellent. Are we going to take them now?"
"No, I don't think we will. We have to give those Twins a chance to repair themselves after their ordeal this morning." TC happily recalled the ambush that had left the Autobot twins almost permanently deactivated. The three cone-head seekers had happily joined in along with Soundwave's cassette's. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were a plague on all seekers with their 'Jet Judo'. It hadn't taken much to convince the cone-heads to join in the ambush; the cassettes had come along just for the fun of kicking Autobot aft.
"What do we do until then?" Skywarp asked.
"We make sure that the human stays alive while having a little fun." He angled towards the ground.
Michelle struggled as George pulled her bodily into the house. Brandon was waiting in the kitchen. He was scowling darkly while holding an icepack on his face and between his legs.
"Holy shit, what happened to you?" George exclaimed as he shoved Michelle onto the couch.
"She did." Brandon growled, a black mark spread across his cheek.
George slanted her a look before walking away to his bedroom.
They're being a lot less hostile now that we're inside. Who are they?
George came back with a pair of hand-cuffs.
I don't want to know why he keeps them in his room.
Michelle fought as Brandon pulled her from the couch and forced her arms behind her back, soon with her hands bound behind her back Michelle was returned to the cushions. The metal bit painfully into her wrists when she tried to pull her hands apart. She watched angrily as George and Brandon moved away, they were talking in low voices, too low for Michelle to hear. Brandon nodded and disappeared out the back.
"What the hell is going on?" Michelle demanded as George crouched infront of her.
"We'll be asking the questions." He replied.
Michelle fumed silently as Brandon returned with a length of rope.
Where did he pull that from?
George held Michelle's feet while Brandon tied them together, no amount of kicking got her freed. Although she didn't know what she would do if she did get free. There wasn't much she could do with her hands behind her back.
With her reasonably restrained the pair moved into the kitchen to talk. Michelle was on the couch getting more board with every passing minute.
I thought they were going to interrogate me? She sighed heavily. And they say women are unreliable.
Shifting in her bonds she tried to reach the television remote, which was wedged between the cushions. If she had to be stuck here she would at least deaden her brain with mindless daytime tv. Her fingers closed over the edge of the remote, twisting her body she pulled it out and turned it on. Watching tv with her back twisted wasn't the most comfortable thing but at least she could channel surf.
Michelle stopped when her back began to ache. Slumping in her seat she watched as cheesy characters played out their over-dramatized lives. Michelle's eyes glazed over, she could practically feel her intelligence falling as her brain was invaded by bad dialogue.
"Michelle we need to ask you a few questions."
"I'm sorry Mort, the baby's not yours." Michelle spouted. The confused look on George's face was satisfying. Maybe watching daytime tv could come in handy. "Please Terrence, don't leave me, I didn't mean to spend that night in the Caribbean with your brother."
"What is she talking about?" George asked.
"She's been watching soaps." Brandon said disgustedly, he wrenched the remote from her lax grip and turned the tv off.
"That wasn't very nice." Michelle huffed.
Brandon leaned into her face. "Don't play cute. Now tell us what you know."
George perched on the armrest. "Don't be too harsh Davies, this isn't an interrogation."
"It isn't? Then can you release my wrists? The metal is chaffing." Michelle asked with a smile.
"When you answer our questions we'll discus it." He replied.
Michelle rolled her eyes. It would probably be better for my health if I cooperate. They still have guns. "Shoot."
"How long have you been aware of the aliens?" Brandon asked the questions while George took notes
"Seven years."
"What is your association with the aliens?"
My association? "I was sleeping with them obviously" Brandon and George exchanged a look. "What are you stupid? We were friends."
"When did your association renew?"
Michelle did some mental calculations. "About four hours ago."
"Do you intend to remain in contact with the aliens?"
"It depends on whether the Twins survive or not."
"What did you give the alien that brought you here?"
"A necklace."
"What was special about the necklace?"
"Nothing that I know about."
From whom did you receive the necklace?"
"The Twins."
"Are the 'twins' aliens?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where the aliens are hiding?"
Michelle thought back to the ride to and from the large spacecraft. "No."
Brandon shoved his face into hers. "You're lying. I can tell."
"I can't tell you what I don't know. Now answer my questions, who are you?"
Brandon cast a quizzical look at George.
"I'm Agent George Mason, FBI."
"Brandon Davies, FBI."
"FBI? Why the hell are you staying with me?"
"We're undercover."
"By the way, we aren't brothers." Brandon quipped.
"Oh wow, I totally didn't pick up on that." Michelle replied sarcastically. "Tell you what, release me now and I won't press charges."
"Why would we release you?" Brandon asked.
"Because I'm not under arrest."
George was about to say something when the house began to shake.
"What the hell? Is it an earthquake?"
The walls shook, pictures fell from the wall and anything not held down began to shift. Large cracks spread along the ceiling.
This can't be good for the plumbing. Michelle eyed the widening cracks with apprehension. A feeling settled low in her stomach. This won't end well will it?
Suddenly the plaster gave way to a set of large fingers. The dark hands were pulling the roof off her house! The fissures in the ceiling spread down the wall as the roof was ripped away.
Damn, I just paid off the mortgage.
A pair of dark red orbs glared into the topless building. These were quickly joined by another pair.
"Good the human is still alive." A large hand reached in and plucked Michelle off the couch.
Brandon and George had un-holstered their guns and were now shooting at the robots.
"Hey stop that! You'll hit me!" Michelle shouted as a bullet ricocheted off the metal near her.
"Stupid humans, do you really think your primitive weapons can harm us?" The one that held her sneered. It was blue with red stripes across what were obviously its wings.
"Who are you?" George yelled. The blue one pinched the chain between the cuffs, breaking the link. Michelle rubbed her newly freed wrists while watching the robot closely.
"Decepticons." The dark purple one looked to the blue. A spike of fear went down Michelle's back. "Hey TC, can I kill them?"
A thoughtful look passed over the pale face. "Only one, the other might come in handy."
The purple one smirked before leveling his machine gun at the men. Her fear was suddenly gone.
"No!" Michelle slammed her fists into the wrist of her captor. "You've already ripped the roof off my house, you will not put holes in my furniture!"
The two silver faces stared at her for a moment before bursting out laughing. Michelle simmered with impotent rage as the large robots continued to howl. The black hand tightened convulsively as the mech holding her laughed.
I've been caught three times in the last four and a half hours, and no one is taking me seriously.
Michelle rested her chin in her hand with her elbow braced on the smooth metal as she waited for them to settle.
"I see why the Autobots keep this one, it's funny." The purple one chuckled.
"She will be most entertaining while we wait for the Autobots." The blue one agreed.
Great now I'm part of the show. "Can I at least know who's holding me and why you want me?"
"I am Thundercracker, this is Skywarp. You, human, will be the bait. You will bring the Autobrat twins here so we can deactivate them properly this time."
Michelle's blood ran cold then hot. They were going to ambush the twins again. They were the reason the twins were so close to death. Scowling darkly Michelle mentally vowed revenge.
"Skywarp, collect the humans, we'll take them all."
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