Chapter six... Not much to say. I think reading J.R. Tolkien's books has had an effect on me, hence the try at poetry. Not too fond of it actually. Hope I didn't lose anybody with the tiny skip of speech. (I've been told that it's my weakness, explaining, then re-explaining too much. Annoys people. So I just skipped that bit.)

Um, yeah.

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"And that's everything I can think of." The teen concluded.

Jazz gave Liz a calm, searching look

Jazz gave Liz a calm, searching look. At least, that's how it felt to her, as she finished up her narrative of what had happened, and what the small sphere had done. She pulled her knees up in the chair, and wrapped her arms around them.

"May I see it?"

His hand extended for it. Liz untied from her wrist, hesitated, then placed it into his over-sized hand.

Jazz turned it over in his hand. He brought it close to his face, peering at it. A frown of distraction, and inspection was heavy upon his face.

"That's something..." Jazz handed it back. "Do ya know how to make it work?"

Liz took it back, and gave him a quiet little sigh. "I don't know... Want me to try?"

Jazz considered it for a long moment. "Will it hurt you?"

"Nothing worse than a headache the last time." She replied.

Jazz thought about that, then gave a small shake of his head. "No. Better not risk it. Ratchet would kill me."

"Ratchet?" Liz asked. "Tell me."

"Tell you what?" The mech asked in surprise.

"Tell me...About your race," She smiled. "I want to know..."

Jazz cocked his head to the side. "Why? Because I'm a giant mech?"

Liz shook her head. "Well, yes and no..."

She sighed, and shivered. Tossing her long messy hair out of the way, she tried again. "I've always... Well...Had a..."

She stopped, and just shook her head. "I can't explain."

Jazz shifted. A small smile played on his face. "Tell ya what," He decided. "I'll bring back my Commander, and he can tell you what you want to know."

Liz twisted a lock of her hair, then nodded. "Okay."

"Now, you look in need of a good recharge."

"Recharge?" The human asked in bemusement. "Ya mean sleep?"

The mech seemed to be thinking it over. "Yeah. 'Sleeppa.'"

She laughed at him. "Sleep. Just sleep. Okay then..." As she began to walk off, a thought hit her. She paused in her stride. "Will-will I see you again?"

Jazz nodded quickly. "Definitely."

Liz smiled. "Till then...Jazz."

The mech waved, then snuck off to the rode. She watched in fascination as his body shifted into a Porsche. Liz let out a gasp.

"Next time, you see me, you won't have to run Elizabeth." Jazz chuckled, driving off.

Liz sat up, and let out a low groan. Her head throbbed and ached. She sighed, and tossed her quilted bedding aside. Gracie was already awake, sitting there with Morgan's sketch book open.

"Morn'in..." Liz greeted, with a yawn.

"Hello." Grace smiled. "Can we wake Morgan up now?"

"Please?" Isabelle added.

Liz tilted her head, and gave a small, sly grin.

"You really want her up THAT bad?"

"YESSSS!" Izzy exclaimed in, frustration.

Liz disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. Grace, and Izzy exchanged confused expressions. They could hear her rummaging around, but neither had a clue as to just what their cousin was up to. Moments later Liz remerged with a box, containing Q-tips. Izzy snickered softly, while Gracie gave her own giggles.

True to their opposite nature, Liz had discovered that there was not one thing that would make Morgan go into a screaming fit faster than a Q-tip in her ear. Lizzy, on the other hand, loved them, and used them after every bath out of habit. Morgan had a phobia, and Liz had a fetish. What better to use to annoy her younger sister into getting up?

Liz plucked a Q-tip out, and snuck closer to the couch where Morgan's still form lay. Her hair was a mess, not that any of the other girls were better. A home-made quilt lay over her, covering a great deal of her body, except for her toes, and a blob of strawberry blonde hair poking out.

Liz pulled the quilt back with painstaking care. Slowly, she peeled it back to reveal Morgan's face, her mouth half-open, which looked similar to a blubbing fish. Silently, Liz inserted one end of the cotton swab into her sister's ear.

"If you stick that thing any further in, I'm going to cut you up into itty-bitty pieces, and then stick you in the freezer." Morgan's lips moved, as her threat was carried in a half-awake, half-asleep, tone. Liz recognized the total hostility in her little sister's growl, and retracted the swab.

"Time to get up." The older girl announced. "Unless of course, you'd rather us throw a bucket of ice water on you."

Morgan made a noise akin to a grumble, and a groan. Which was more likely? Too difficult to say. Not that it mattered, for the girl sat up, and shot evil glares at her older sister, and two younger cousins.

"I hate you all." She stated.

"Love you too!" The other three girls chanted back, throwing pillows at the late riser. With a shout, Morgan snatched up the pillows, and threw them at her assailants. Liz laughed, and twisted away from the attack, as the other two girls danced out of the motor home.

"Last one to breakfast is a moron!" Isabelle shouted in high spirits.

"And first one has to kiss em!" Morgan snapped, tossing aside a stray blanket. Liz laughed, tripping over a pillow.

'I hope it's always like this…' Liz thought to herself, as she followed Morgan to the kitchen. 'Laughter, good times, and craziness…'

She paused, closing a door behind her, as she entered a spacious Kitchen. It had a bar to the right side, and a small table almost just opposite of that. A large cabinet sat a little behind the bar. Liz believed it had been a broom closet that her Grandmother had turned into a storage bin for snacks, and other delicious goodies. Further to the right, attached to the bar, was a sink, and a clothe that served as a drain-board. That attached to the stove, and counter space. At the end of the counter, sat the refrigerator.

Isabelle and Gracie already had set out four bowls, and were now fetching the cereal. Morgan went for the milk, while Liz went for some spoons.

'But…' Liz thought with disdain. 'Somehow…I don't think…' She looked at her cousins, and sister with sad eyes. 'I don't think this will last much longer…'

"Hey Liz, let's go swimming today!" Morgan exclaimed. "Let's forget that stupid charm."

"Huh?" Liz blinked.

"Yeah, I mean, we were probably just imagining the whole thing, ya'know? And that glow could've been a trick of lighting." Morgan muttered sheepishly.

Liz considered it. "Yeah…" She looked towards the pool, and outside. 'This is all coming to an end…isn't it?'

"You're probably right…" The older girl submitted.

'Whatever happens… I won't be able to go back…' She stuck a spoonful of lucky Charms into her mouth. 'So what's next?'

She closed her eyes, spooning in another mouthful of "Magically Delicious" cereal.

"You okay Lizzy?" Grace asked, poking her in the ribs.

Liz opened her eyes. "Yeah. Just thinking."

"Whatcha think'in bout?" Izzy asked her mouth full.

'What does the future hold?

I fear I cannot tell,

For even the wisest are not told,

But I am afraid of that which is fell,

I am not of a brave heart,

And perhaps my intentions are not true,

Then how do I even start?

What's a girl to do?

I feel the beast's sharp fangs enclosing around me,

I try to run, but I'm trapped,

I'm lost, scared, Confused, unable to see,

I fight it, but I've been sapped,

I have no energy to win,

I'm lost in the tide,

For I cannot swim.

I just want off of this ride,

Can I find a way to turn this around?

Learn to be myself?

Get us back safe and sound?

This is my story,

My own life,

And now it may seem boring,

For I am not a dwarf, hobbit, or elf,

I am human, who deals with human strife,

But this tale has not ended,

There is still much to do

Time, love, and care yet to spend,

A place to belong,

A path that is true,

I'll turn it from my life,

To my song.'

Liz glanced at her cousins, and sister, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Did you just make that up?" Morgan asked jaw dropped.

Liz just closed her eyes, and smiled. "Yeah. Sure did."

"Wow!" Izzy exclaimed. "That's awesome!"

Liz opened her eyes again, and took another bite of cereal. A frown was heavy on her face.

"Not really."

"Really!" Grace almost shouted.

Liz just eyed them her hazel eyes considering. "Whatever."

Her mind was too busy trying to find out where that little bit of poetry had come from. Not to mention what she was going to do with it...

Liz spent the rest of her day swimming, and enjoying the sun. She didn't care too much about her bracelet, or any of the strange things that had happened to her so far. She just tried to ignore it. Forget any of it even existed. The other girls seemed to be doing the same thing, so it seemed the right path.

When Liz's Uncle David went to pick Gracie up, they managed to go along to spend the night there. They munched on more pizza, raided the candy bin, and jumped on the trampoline, for hours. Then they went inside, and played Halo 3 till it got dark, and Liz suggested that they go watch the stars.

"Ya'know what?" Morgan said, scrambling on top of the trampoline. "I think this is the best pastime."

"Ditto." Gracie added.

"Believe it." Isabelle nodded.

Liz remained quiet. It wasn't that she disagreed, far from it. This was just one of those times when she felt no need to speak her opinions. Those came upon her quite frequently, when she'd just not speak. It worried her mother, so it had grown less often, but is simply the way Liz was.

Her eyes traced over the familiar constellations. Her mind slowly wandered back to Jazz. She half wondered if she had made him up in her sleep. It seemed logical enough to try and make sense of the senseless, while sleeping. The Porsche, the giant robots, and even the name. She fingered the metal charm, as she thought it all over. It could've been all a dream, or a figment of imagination. The stress of her father's request could've sent Liz into trying to live out a fairy tale. Perhaps none of it was actually real.

'I seriously doubt you even believe that.'

Liz lept to her feet, disturbing the other girls on the trampoline. She didn't even bother to look and see how her sister and her younger cousins were tangled up in a ball of arms, and legs.

"Liz!" Morgan shouted. "No spazz attacks! Ack-"

"Didn't you hear that!?" Liz asked, turning her head away from her girl-friends.

"Oh, sorry." Grace smiled. "I let one rip."

"Eww!" Izzy squealed. "Gross, get off me!"

"No, no, no, no!" Liz sighed in exasperation. "It was a guy's voice. No, A mech…"

"Mech?" Morgan repeated. "Liz, I'm starting to think you're loony."

"But I-" Liz started.

"Yeah, I think that battery powered bracelet of yours is giving you a big head!" Isabelle added.

"I'm not crazy!" Liz screamed in frustration. Her fingers subconsciously locked around metal sphere, as she shouted her reply. For a moment, the air was completely still, then, a burst of light lit up the sky, as the charm erupted with energy.

Liz let out a cry of alarm, and yanked hard upon the silk that bound the sphere to her hand. The worn silken material disintegrated upon contact. High winds swirled about the backyard, as the girls' frightened screams filled the air.

"What's it doing!?" Morgan shouted over the gale.

"How should I know!?" Liz yelled back. "I don't understand anymore than you do!"

"Well make it-"A loud metallic scraping noise cut the younger girl off mid-sentence.

Isabelle let out an ear-piercing shriek, and pointed out a portable metal carport flying closer. Liz glanced wildly around, and began to see how much destruction was being caused. Shingles were being pulled from roofs, small buildings were being shaken. Small, unsecured objects were whizzing over their heads.

"Stop it!" Izzy cried, her hands held tightly over her ears. "Make it stop!"

"Liz, you heard her, stop it!" Morgan shouted.

"I-I can't!" Liz cried out, holding the sphere in her hand. "I don't know how!"

"Give it to me, then!" Morgan growled, reaching for it. "I'll do it myself!"

The moment her fingers closed around the metal, a bright pulse of angry blue light exploded within her hand, and sent her flying away. The winds grew more furious.

"Morgan!" Liz shouted, reaching for her little sister.

"Keep it away!" Morgan screeched, holding her burnt hand. "You- You did that on purpose!"

Liz back up in astonishment. "What!?"

"You can control it! You just won't!" Her sister accused.

"No, I can't! I can't!" Liz put her hands to her ears, and screamed. "I don't know how!"

"Then give it to somebody who can." All four girls looked up to see four tall, sleek mechs. Liz's eyes widened.

"I am Starscream, fleshlings." The first announced. He was red, and looked similar to jet. His eyes glowed, the same red as his paint. The others mirrored his design, but their colors were different. One was purple, another blue, and yet a third orange. One thing however, was the same. All their eyes were an evil red.

Liz shuddered internally. This couldn't be the help she had sent for. Could it?

Her mind fluttered back to Jazz. He had told her that he would return with his commander. This, Starscream seemed like the last mech to be a commander in Liz's opinion, but just in case...

"Where's Jazz!?" She screamed. "Where is he?!"

A cruel smile broke out on Starscream's face. "Offline. I dismantled him myself."

Fear spread across Liz's face. She took a step back. "No…" She whispered. No help would be coming for her. She would fall into this creature's hands. She'd never get to know that friendly mech, Jazz. She would lose her freedom.

"No!" She screamed, both hands locked on the metal sphere. "No!" She cried again. Light streamed out from the cracks in her fingers.

"It can't be!" winds picked up the girls, mechs, and all in a whirlwind of power, and confusion. The mechs transformed into jets, just as Liz had thought. The purple one opened it's cockpit, and snagged Isabelle right out of the air.

"Let her go!" Morgan shouted over the din, echoing the cry, Liz had in her heart. The light grew brighter, and they all began to swirl faster.

Morgan too was soon caught in the orange one's cockpit. It closed around her, even as she beat against the glass. The blue one took Grace's unconscious body with little effort.

The three jets with human passengers rocketed out of the whirlwind of power.

"No!" Liz screamed. Tears soaked her face, as the light burned her fingers. More power surged into the air, as sheets of lightening danced into the already frightening scene.

"Amazing!" Starscream laughed. "The sheer power! With this, I can rule the Decepticons!"

Lizzy's fingers tightened around the sphere, despite the burns. She took in a gasp of breath.

"Come along quietly, and I'll see to it you're treated well enough." Starscream's voice made it sound so tempting. So much safer…

He transformed back into his mech form, extending his hand to her. How odd. He seemed almost benevolent now, benign. His red eyes were no longer menacing, no they seemed dim with worry for the small human.

'Some will come to protect..' A voice rung in her head, as light pulsed to the words.

'Others shall come to destroy!' The words screamed in her head, as the gale picked up. This brought the transforming jet's real nature back into the light. He claimed to have killed Jazz! True, she hadn't really known Jazz, but he had been rather kind, and considerate of the teen, and her circumstances. He had also been the first truly amazing thing that had ever happened to Liz. Now that he was gone, she should be wary of his killer, not running to him for protection!

"Hurry, Lizzzzy!" Strascream hissed. "Join me!"

Liz felt a pang of fear hit her chest hard. 'Why didn't I see it!?' She wondered. ' He's the last person I need to turn to!'

That voice had haunted her dreams. He had been the cause of her nightmare. This Starscream was her enemy!

"Never!" Liz cried, screwing her eyes shut. "I will never join you!"

Another burst of light flew from the object enclosed in the teen's hand. A scream met her ears, but whether it was Starscream's, or her own, Liz didn't know. As she was tossed around in the gale, something hit her head with a loud, sickening crack. Liz let a cry escape from her lips, before she fell out of consciousness. The last thing she felt was a thick, oozing substance running into her eyes, and the smell of oil.

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