Alright, so school is starting to get more stressful and difficult for me, so the updates are going to be slowing down considerably on both of my stories, because I can barely balance my time between the barn, school, being social and this. However, I'm not abandoning you guys! I wouldn't dream of it!

But here, Chapter 7! Hope you enjoy both this and your day!

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If Jess had to use one word to describe her current predicament, it would probably be tedious. This was the most tedious, boring thing she'd ever done in her entire life; that included sitting through Mr Danby's four hour documentary on the "correct" way to raise a child. Thanks to that, she now knew which cupboards she should lock whenever she brought home the baby that she didn't nor was she ever going to plan on having.

Yet somehow, she expected it to be boring. She was a seventeen year old girl who was practically being forced to live on a military base for God knows how long, with nothing besides her schooling to distract her. Since she wasn't technically apart of the military or the classified black ops unit that William was a part of, she had full rights to sit in her room and do nothing. But that was boring. And Jess detested being bored. But she found herself being bored often, and she found that she had been bored more often in the three months that she'd been here, than she was at home from the time she was seven. Seven.

She'd already drawn enough to fill an art museum, and she could only do so much schooling in one day before it was too much, so the rest of her days were spent sitting in the cafeteria or watching the physical tests they put the new recruits through. That was all she could do to entertain herself; a way to make the long day pass. It took forever for everyday of hers to finish. It made her wish she had put up more of a fight to stay home. Whatever the reason she had to come here, it obviously wasn't that big of a concern anymore, because if she did interact with someone, it was the people who served her food in the cafeteria.

The lack of stimulation made her feel like she wasn't living; only existing.

She had no real friends, nobody to relate to, nothing to do, nowhere to go, no choice in the decision, and basically no life.

She hated it here.

Someone waved their hand in front of her face, and she seemed to snap out of her trance, looking up to lock eyes with Chromia. She was the oldest out of the triplets that worked in William's classified unit. She was the middle child of the three, the youngest being Arcee and the oldest named Elita One. She'd met them, along with a few others on her second day here. Arcee was by far the happiest, always in a seemingly cheerful mood, but she gave off the feeling that if presented with the correct situation, she could go from happy to deadly fairly quick. Then, there was Chromia. She was.. definitely not what Jess was expecting on this base, yet totally what she was expecting, in a sense. The middle sibling seemed fairly calm, with a good head on her shoulders, but she near constantly walked around with two similar guns on her belt, and a trigger happy glint in her eye. Jess had seen many men purposely move away from being within a twenty meter radius of her. It was somewhat amusing. The final sibling, the oldest, was Elita. At least, that's what Jess assumed, but she'd over heard the other sisters call her Elita One sometimes. She was probably the most.. stand-offish of the three. Originally, Jess thought she was just being a rude woman, who loved and looked out for her sisters and closed comrades, and them alone. However, eventually Jess managed to get a good look at her -really. She came to the conclusion that she was a strong, powerful, fearless woman who was always making sure everybody in her close circle stayed safe, and preferred to stay out of everyone else's business. She also noticed that the woman loved to wear pink.

"Jessica?"

Jess blinked. "Sorry, what's wrong?"

Chromia chuckled, her left hand playing with the gun that was attached to the holster on her left leg.

"Nothing. But the training session ended thirty minutes ago, and you stayed, looking like you were thinking of how to build a bomb discreetly." Chromia joked.

Jess gave her a sheepish look. "Sorry, my mind likes to wander a lot."

She chuckled. "We've noticed. Don't worry about it. But Ratchet would like to see you in the Medical Bay as well."

"Oh, okay. Um, thank you." Jess smiled, thanking her as she stood up.

"Of course." Chromia smiled, then turned and left.

Jess leaned down and grabbed her bag, shouldering it and making sure everything was in there. She zipped her bag shut and walked away from the little sitting area that she had practically claimed as hers.

It took her about ten minutes to walk across the tarmac and through the base that held the medical bay. Ratchet was standing in there, like he was every time she went in.

"Ratchet?" Jess called quietly, as not to scare him.

He turned and nodded at her. "Afternoon Miss Robbins."

"You wanted to see me?" she asked, closing the door behind her.

"Ah yes, for your quarter yearly checkup." he explained.

She nodded, standing beside the bed.

"You may sit on the bed, Jess. You don't have to wait for my permission." he chuckled lightly.

Jess nodded, pushing herself up to sit on the bed.

"We're just going to do a normal physical." he explained.

Jess nodded, staying quiet. Ratchet took about twenty five minutes to go through his physical, staying quiet. Jess didn't mind though, she was used to silence on this base by now.

"On the sheet I had you fill out when you came here, you filled out the yes box saying you had at one point been sexually active, is that true?" he asked.

She blushed. "Yes, when I was fifteen. I haven't been since I was fifteen however."

He nodded. "When was the last time you had a mammogram and pap test?" he asked.

"About halfway through sixteen. So approximately a year." she answered.

He nodded, but didn't say anything.

Suddenly, William walked into the room. "Ratchet, have you seen Optimus? He left - Oh. Hey Jess! He left his truck in the back of this bay, but we need it in the Communications and JCS Link hangar for later."

Will sat beside Jess on the bed as Ratchet did something with the vile of blood that he had taken from Jess' arm.

"Ask Miss Robbins. I've been told she can drive a tractor trailer." he said distractedly.

"Ratchet, you know we can't do that." Will said.

Ratchet sighed, placing the vile down and pulling something out of his pocket. He stayed with his back to them for about two full minutes.

"Ratchet! What are yo-!"

"There. Everything that Jessica doesn't have clearance to see is hidden from her eyes in the JCS hangar." he cut him off, showing William his phone over his shoulder.

Will stood up, walked over and grabbed the phone as Ratchet went back to doing whatever with the vile of her blood. Will sighed.

"Jess, would you be able to drive Optimus' truck to hangar two?" he asked.

"If I remember correctly, Director Galloway-"

Will waved her off. "He isn't here for the week. Besides, everything you're restricted from seeing is hidden. You'll be fine."

Jess sighed to hide the excitement running through her veins; she hadn't gotten to drive anything in three months, almost four, much less a tractor trailer. And Optimus's truck was fairly fun to drive.

"His keys are in there? I won't hotwire his truck just to move it." she asked.

"Yeah, he keeps the keys in the sleeper cabin, under the left pillow." Ratchet answered from where he stood.

Jess nodded, and got off the bed. "Have a good rest of your afternoon, Ratchet.".

He grunted. "Oh, Miss Robbins, here. I need you to place his on the bench of his truck. Just leave it there, he'll know what it's for."

She grabbed the.. whatever it was. It was about the size of an iPad, but it didn't look like an iPad. More like a piece of black rubber and plastic. Whatever it was, she tucked it under her arm and nodded.

"Have a good rest of your day."

William held the door open for her and she smiled at him tightly. He pointed over to the corner of the base building, where the giant, tri colored behemoth sat, tucked quietly where - if he was a person - he looked like he would be sleeping.

She headed over, and she opened the sleeper's cabin. Optimus wasn't in there, so she walked over on her knees and felt under the left pillow until her hand graced over something cold and metal. She grabbed the set of keys, where there was only two keys on the key ring. She closed and locked the sleeper's cabin. She checked under all the tires, made sure the gas tank was locked and made sure everything else was the way it was supposed to be. Then she placed the black.. thing on the bench, and just as she did, it emitted a beeping sound. Jess furrowed her brow but waved it off; that was probably what it was meant to do. She picked the correct key, made sure Captain was in neutral and turned him on.

His engine snarled loudly as she cut it on, as if he was pissed at something and didn't want to move.

"Easy handsome." she mumbled. "We're not going too far, I promise."

The engine's snarl calmed and turned into a normal, constant growl. As she shifted into first gear, the engine gave off a loud, almost animal-like whine. Jess's eyes widened, and she immediately moved back to neutral, and turned the truck off.

"What the fuck?" she asked, jumping out. She unlatched the hood, and opened, pulling herself up and keeping herself stable and balanced by grabbing the side mirrors' bars. Nothing looked wrong, and everything she touched - just like her Dad taught her - was completely fine.

"Okay, what the actual hell?" Jess asked, jumping down and latching the hood back up.

She hopped back up into the truck, but kept the door open just in case. She turned Captain back on, and his engine growled again like normal, but nothing out of the ordinary. She nodded, petting the wheel.

"Good man, what the fuck was that Cap?" she asked rhetorically. She locked the door, and buckled herself up, then put him back in first gear. Everything went normal, and she pushed the gas pedal down slowly.

The engine revved as they moved from its spot and out of the base building. Just as they exited the building, Jess was glad Optimus had installed the silver sun visor on the outside of Captain's windshield.

"Geez." she groaned, flicking on the radio as some random song played through the speakers very quietly.

The engine revved again, almost in excitement and she smiled. Then she shook her head and put her monotone face back on.

"No, I've got to focus. You're a big ass truck and I can't afford to make a mistake because I let my emotions take control." she said.

She finally reached about fifteen miles per hour, and smirked at the feeling. She missed the feeling of driving so much.

She pulled into one of the bases she wasn't allowed into, where William was talking to Robert Epps, his close friends on base. The two of them both worked in the black ops unit together along with the others.

Robert waved at her with a smile. She waved back, although she knew he couldn't see past the damn near illegal tint job. She knew, at least, it was illegal for Optimus to have the tint job done that darkly on the windshield since windshields weren't legal to have any tint at all.

The inside of the base was much smaller, and different from the rest of the bases. It had a large, long silver catwalk that was approximately twenty feet in the air. There was a ladder-staircase cross leading up there, along with a collection of computers, cameras, miniature satellites, and more, all of which looked like it was meant as a broadcasting system on a secure line. There was different bays that were tattered with soldiers, Militia Jeeps, vehicles and other equipment that looked like it was used for training.

She noticed the multiple set of eyes on Captain as she drove under the catwalk, past the different bays and into the little corner.

She pulled to a stop, turning the wheel in a 360 and turned Captain around so that it would be easier for Optimus to exit the area with his beast. The engine gave one last rev as she put him into neutral before she cut the engine off. She tucked the keys under the velvet fabric of the head rest, where she always kept the Jeep's extra key, along with Mack's extra key. It was the safest place she could ever find.

She reached over and made sure the passenger side door was locked, then hopped out, slamming the door shut. She made sure the door was still unlocked, but left.

"Hey Jess!"

Just as Jess was about to leave the base, she looked behind her to see Sideswipe running up to her.

"Hi. What's wrong?" she asked.

He laughed, and she furrowed her brows.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, it's just your tendancy to think there's something wrong and your natural worry for everybody."

"You find that amusing?" she asked.

"Amusing enough. Not many people are like that. Anyways, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go for a ride. There's a track out back where the soldiers run the Jeeps to make sure everything works right, but some of us use it for fun sometimes." he offered. "Besides, you'd get to ride in a super sexy Corvette." he winked.

She laughed. "Um.."

"Aw, come on." he tried to persuade. "You're finished with school for the day and it looks like you've got nothing better to do."

She smiled slightly. "Alright, sure."

He smirked. "Come on then, let's go."

He led her back through the base and over to where a shiny, sleek, silver convertible Corvette sat, ready to go. Sideswipe opened the passenger side door for her, and she smiled her thanks to him. He shut the door behind her, and rounded the car to slip into the driver's side. He turned the car on, the key already in the ignition.

He rolled the windows down, the roof already being retracted, and hung one arm out the side as they drove out and Jess smiled as her hair whipped back behind her.

Sideswipe drove around the base and down what looked like a side road until they reached a race track.

"You any good at driving?" he asked.

"Good enough." she smirked. "Why?"

He smiled, his perfectly white teeth shining in the sun. "Because if you're good enough maybe you can drive a sexy car for the first time."

She laughed. "I've driven a Corvette Stingray before, Sideswipe."

His face dropped. "No."

She laughed again. "Yes. One of my neighbors was a sports car collector, but his license was suspended so I used to test drive them for him."

His face scrunched up. "Oh well. Bet it wasn't as hot as mine."

Jess laughed again, using her fingers to play with her hair. "Not sure, haven't seen him go yet."

Sideswipe smirked as he pulled his car to a stop in front of a bright white line that stood as the starting and ending line.

"You're about to."

She grinned widely; okay maybe today this place wasn't horrible.

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Optimus hadn't meant to fall asleep; he had so much to do that he only meant to take a relaxing minute to himself to just bask in the silence that had filled the base for once. The next time he woke up, he was back in his spot in the JCS hangar, with a spark rate monitor on his bench and the fake set of keys that he had materialized a while ago - and forgot to disperse – behind his head rest. What caught his attention though, was the spark rate monitor. Ratchet only made him use that when he was around Jessica. They'd reached a definitive answer that it was her causing the Call.

The Prime Call, more often known as a Call, was an action found in Primes and Primes alone. It was the calling of the Prime's spark to its other "half". The bot who's spark, attitude, personality and habits meshed together perfectly with his own to create the perfect bond. A perfect pair. A way for the Prime to know who his Sparkmate was. The only problem this time, was that not only did it happen in the middle of the war, but it was towards a teenage human who knew nothing of his kind and by her laws, was not technically legal yet. As far as they knew, it could only happen towards Cybertronians. But Jessica was one hundred and ten percent full human. Every single test confirmed that.

Ratchet couldn't come up with an explanation for that, nor why the separation between the two was causing him pain. Like, literal pain. Since her arrival to the island, Jess had steered clear of socializing, which nobody blamed her for. They'd taken her from everything she knew because Optimus had a weird feeling in the pit of his tanks, told her nothing about what was going on, ripped her away from her chance to have the job of her dreams, and expected her to go along with it. She knew nobody here, couldn't relate to anyone, had nobody to really talk to, no way to release her emotions, especially since everybody was often working or out on patrols, and was constantly being kept in the dark. Optimus knew she wasn't stupid; she knew something was off with this base in particular. So in a way, he expected her to steer clear of everybody and remain mad for a long time. He didn't blame her either. But the last time he really sat near her was the day she arrived, while she ate her meal. He'd been so busy working that he forgot the whole point of her being here was for them to be around each other. And since they weren't around each other often enough, he had a ripping sensation in his chest. Almost like his chest plates were being sawed open and his Spark was being pried apart. It was painful. That had never happened before, to their knowledge. Ratchet had concluded that the only way to remedy it was for him to be around her often enough.

Which he wasn't so far.

Yet, he couldn't feel the pain right now. He wasn't sure if Ratchet had sedated him during his recharge or given him pain relievers, but the pain wasn't present in his chest cavity. His holoform materialized in the front seat as his engine turned on loudly, causing a few humans who were standing too close to their little sitting area to jump out of fear and scoot away. Oops. He hadn't meant to scare them.

Just as he went to pick the spark rate monitor up, a flash of bright green caught his eye. The little travelling bag that Jess was often seen with sat on the floor in front of the passenger's bench. He lifted it and looked. The zipper was closed except for a little zip at the bottom, where the end of a pencil had caught the zipper from the zip and stopped. He unzipped it and pushed the pencil in. Inside the bag, there was a small sketch book, an opened package of pencils, a very large bag of Smarties - the chocolate candy - and a small, old, light brown, leather bound book that look worn and well used.

With a furrowed brow, he reached in and pulled the leather book out; he knew this was trespassing on her privacy in a sense, but he couldn't help himself.

He opened the book to a random page in the middle, close to where the bookmark was, and read the first entry.

May 28th.

Dear Nobody,

I seriously hate this place. I haven't spoken to an actual human being in six days. Six days. My days consist of the same boring shit; school, sitting in the cafeteria looking like an idiot, then sitting in the training room, looking like an idiot. I honestly don't know why they brought me here other than to mess up my life. I miss Ollie so much, and I haven't gotten to drive a vehicle in almost three months. Finals are in five weeks but I honestly couldn't give less of a shit whether I fail or pass anymore. Honestly, I'm hoping that if I fail they'll send me back home.

I'm starting to wish I hadn't accepted Mrs Lennox's offer to babysit Annie for the week. Then I wouldn't have had to meet these people, and I'd still have my life.

This place is a monotone, boring, lifeless scary pl nightmare of a place with bitchy people who seem to enjoy ruining people's lives.

I hate them.

I want to go home

It was her private journal. He could see the tear stains along the page in the book. As he flipped through the pages, not really looking at the entries and more looking at the emotions on the pages, he let the hurt she was going through really hit him.

Her life here was miserable; she was alone here.

He felt bad - horrible even.

Optimus ground his teeth together as he watched her entries go from her normal, happy self when she was back home up to the seemingly pissed, depressed attitude she was constantly in down here.

With a sigh and a sad feeling that filled his spark, Optimus slipped the book back in her bag, zipping it up and looking over at the Med Bay, where Ratchet's holoform was working.

{:: Are you aware of her whereabouts?::}

He saw Ratchet chuckle, his shoulder shaking.

{::Sideswipe took her out back to the practice track. Mirage joined a few hours ago, as well as Jolt. They haven't returned yet so my best assumption would be out there.::}

He sighed, sending his thanks over and drove out of the base and down to the track. At first he looked for her over by the start line, where the various young mechs were lined up competitively. But for some reason, his optics were pulled over to the where the small set of stands were.

Up at the top, a little bundle of grey and blue was snuggled together in a seat. He sent the holoform out of his alt mode and up the stairs. Jess sat, the hood of her grey hoodie propped up over head to block the setting sun from her eyes, and her legs drawn to her chest with her hands hiding in her sweater sleeves, pulled up to her chest. Her eyes were closed, her breathing fairly deep and steady; she was sleeping, probably from being so bored watching his young warriors race the same track millions of times from their testosterone fueled inability to lose to each other.

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her and lifted her off of the chair. If she stayed there, her back and neck would start hurting by the morning.

She made a nonsensical mumble, but drew her hands to her chest in her sleep. He walked down the stairs, and since she was asleep, opened the passenger side door when his holoform was about ten feet away. He laid her down on the bench, covering her with the blanket he pulled from his sleeper cabin.

The holoform dissipated and reformed in the driver's seat. There was a hum, and Jess moved around uncomfortably.

"Easy Jessica, it's alright." he said in a low tone.

He reached his hand down to rub her shoulder. Instead, she reached up in her sleep and grabbed his hand, enveloping his one hand in both of hers and cuddled his large hand to her chest as if it was a teddy bear.

He chuckled lowly, reminiscing in the extremely good feeling he felt running through his nerve endings at the close contact between them.

As much as he felt horrible for being the reason why she came here and hated it, he was glad she was here.

She was his guilty pleasure, and this was the first time he was allowing himself to indulge.

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And your heart just goes *Mush* XD So cute.