Where is Ironhide taking Rachel? To Sam of course, where is Sam? Well, that's never clarified in the movie, so... Anyway, Chapter 7, warning this chapter is super long, I tried to find places to split it before I did, but it came out horrible, so here Chapter 7:
Chapter 7
Ironhide drove, darkness quickly covering the sky. Rachel laid across the backseats, trying to sleep. Her racing thoughts had kept her from sleeping, but now her lack of sleep caught up with her. She quickly feel into a troubled sleep, dark scenes from her past and now replaying in her head. Rachel couldn't tell how much time had passed, hours seemed like minutes in her nightmares, even if the memories were horrible. Rachel woke startled as the Topkick suddenly came to a stop, throwing her to the floorboard.
Rachel groaned.
"Was that necessary?" she growled.
She tried, unsuccessfully at first, to get off of the floorboard, then finally she managed to squeeze herself out between the two rows of seats. She looked out of the window, trying to see where they were, but all she could see in the darkness was the outline of a few house-like structures. Rachel opened the door and climbed out.
She turned to face the Topkick.
"Well?" she asked.
The headlights suddenly turned on, temporarily blinding Rachel.
"Ironhide!" she exclaimed rubbing her eyes.
When she regained her sight, she saw Sam walking to an iron gate between two walls.
"Sam!" Rachel called in a low voice.
Sam turned to see her, "Rachel? What-?"
"Iron-" Rachel stopped as she noticed the Autobot had gone. "Ironhide drove me here, but I guess he needed to get back to NEST."
Sam's face looked grim.
"Sam, are you alright?" Rachel asked, knowing how he felt. "Sam, I can see that you're worrying, but NEST has Optimus at least."
"He's still dead, and there's no way to bring him back."
"I know," Rachel said casting her gaze to the ground.
Rachel followed Sam through the iron gate to a courtyard where Bumblebee and Mikaela sat. Mikaela stood and held Sam tightly in her embrace.
"There's nothing that you could have done," she said to Sam.
Rachel walked past them to Bumblebee.
"Bee? You alright?" Rachel asked.
The young Autobot nodded, he looked at the ground. Sam walked up to them, Mikaela shortly behind him.
"Bee, if you hate me, I understand," Sam said looking at the ground.
Bumblebee looked away from Sam, his eyes sad.
"I messed up, I'm sorry," Sam said.
Sam sat on the arm of a chair Mikaela was sitting in. By the light of the small fire near her Rachel could see Sam's eyes were red and swollen, as if he'd been crying all day. Bumblebee's radio shifted stations.
"Young fella, you are the person I care about most in my life. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away," Bumblebee said.
A lump formed in Rachel's throat as she held back more tears.
"He's dead because of me. He came here to protect me and he's dead," Sam said.
Bumblebee looked at Sam, "There's some things you just can't change. So his sacrifice would not have been in vain, hallelujah!"
"I'm gonna make it right, I'm going to turn myself in," Sam said.
Rachel looked at him in shock.
"We...we've got to stick together!" Bee said, transforming.
"You're not going to do that," Mikaela said sitting down in the chair.
"Yes I am," Sam said.
"Sam, what do you think that would solve?" Rachel asked.
The Camaro's engine revved and Bumblebee gently nudged Sam from behind. Sam leaned on the Camaro.
"Everything we've worked for will be wiped out in one day!" Bee's radio said.
Something struck in Rachel's head at that moment.
"Energon," Rachel mumbled mostly to herself.
"Ener-what?" Sam asked noticing Rachel's words.
"Energon," Rachel repeated.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
Mikaela leaned in to their conversation, also interested.
"It's...well, it's kind of hard to explain..." Rachel said.
Sam and Mikaela looked at her, their eyes seeming to push her.
"You know how cars run on gas?" Rachel asked though it was more of a rhetorical question. "Well, the Autobots and Decepticons run on Energon. Without it they'll go into a sort of coma, unless they get more."
Sam seemed to take much interest in this, also seeming to know what Rachel was implying.
"Where could we find some?" Sam asked.
Rachel shrugged, but then an idea hit her. Her eyes wide she looked at Sam.
"Megatron-" she started but Sam caught her idea as soon as she said it.
He turned to the Autobot twins Rachel had seen after Shanghai and with Sam and Bumblebee when they fled Megatron.
"You two..." Sam said.
"Huh?" they both replied, caught off-guard.
"Hey, you know the glyphs? These? The symbols that have been rattling around in my head?" Sam said showing them a Cybertronian symbol drawn in permanent marker on his forearm.
Rachel wondered how he'd known that.
"Who! That's old school, yo. That's like... That's Cybertronian," the green Autobot said.
"That's some serious stuff right there," said the red one.
Rachel smiled, rolling her eyes, even she knew that the symbols were Cybertronian.
"They've gotta mean something like a message or like a map! Like a map to an Energon source!" Sam exclaimed a little too fast. "Can you read this?" he asked the twins.
"Uhhh... Read? No...we don't really do much reading...no so much," the red Autobot said.
Rachel had to hold back her laughter, Autobots that didn't read, it was sort of sad in a sense. However, she knew it could also mean they didn't necessarily read that particular Cybertronian. She hardly recognized it herself, but it did seem vaguely familiar, she knew she'd seen it somewhere.
"Well, if you can't read it then we've got to find someone who can," Sam said.
Sam's friend that had been with them since they fled the college -and who's presence Rachel hadn't noticed was gone until now- walked up right in between the twins.
"Oh, look who cam sashaying back!" the green Autobot jeered at Sam's friend, jerking a thumb at him.
"Hair growin' like a Chia Pet. Look at him," the red one mocked.
Rachel again had to hold back her laughter.
"I had a bit of a mild panic attack earlier, alright?" Sam's friend said.
"That's 'cause you're a pussy," the red Autobot said.
The twins laughed and bumped fists.
"I think I'm allowed that, considering what I've been through," Sam's friend said.
Rachel rolled her eyes.
What you've been through. That's pretty selfish, just think about poor Sam, and the Autobots, not to mention, Rachel thought.
"I heard you have a problem, I think I know someone who can help," Sam's friend said.
Sam scoffed, "Who?"
"Robo-Warrior," Sam's friend said.
As they were driving to New York, Rachel kept thinking how dumb this all sounded. She sat in the back of Bumblebee with Mikaela while Sam and his friend- who's name she learned was Leo- sat in the front seats.
"How do we even know this 'Robo-Warrior' guy even knows this? I'd be pretty shocked if he even knew anything, not to mention this is sort-of messing with the classified nature of the Autobots," Rachel asked.
Leo looked at her.
Rachel shrugged, "I'm just saying, as a member of NEST, are we really going to trust this guy? If he even exists."
"This guy, Robo-Warrior, everything about anything alien he's supposed to know," Leo said.
"Supposed to?" Rachel said rhetorically.
"One time we revenge-hacked his site and maybe I saw some of you're alien drawings or whatever," Leo said.
"Maybe? Honestly, did you or didn't you? I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but this is a matter of national security. Besides, how do you even know where he lives?" Rachel asked.
Bumblebee, followed by the twins, pulled to the side of a road in front of a deli. Bee stopped and Rachel followed Mikaela out. Sam had put a baseball cap on, considering he was wanted. Rachel followed him and Mikaela. Leo walked up from the other side of Bumblebee.
"This is it, yep. Deli. Good front," Leo said walking up to the door. "Alright, wait here, I'll give you the go/no go, alright?"
Rachel watched Leo walk into the deli.
"Honestly, Sam, how in the world did you meet this guy?" she asked.
"He's my roommate," Sam said flatly.
Rachel laughed.
"Let's go," Sam said slowly walking through the deli door.
"Well, alright, then," Rachel said sarcastically, following him in.
"It's him! It's him! That's the guy right there! That's him!" Leo exclaimed pointing at the man behind the counter.
No way, Rachel thought, stopping dead in her tracks.
"No," the man behind the counter said in disbelief as he saw Sam.
"You've got to be kidding me," Sam said.
"Alright! Meat store's closed! Everybody out!" the man yelled.
Agent Simmons of Sector Seven stood behind that counter. Rachel couldn't believe her eyes, she'd been expecting some geeky nerd that was alien obsessed and spent more time on his computer than outside, but, no, it was Simmons. Of all the people she hated in this world she was depending on him, though she had to admit it was better than having to depend on Galloway, she'd rather kill herself than that.
"Wait a minute, you know this guy?" Leo asked Sam.
"Yeah, we're old friends," Sam said.
"'Old friends' You're the case that shut down Sector Seven, got the kibosh disbanded. No more security clearance, no retirement, no nothing," Simmons said.
Everyone had cleared the deli.
"All 'cause of you, and you're little criminal girlfriends, look at them now, so mature," Simmons said looking at Mikaela and Rachel.
"Moron! Where's the whitefish!" a lady yelled from the back.
"Hey! Don't touch me with the pig!" a man yelled as another man pushed a hanging dead pig past him.
Rachel raised her eyebrows, interested to see what would happen as Simmons looked at the people in the back.
"Yakov!" Simmons yelled.
"What!" the man that was touched by the pig said.
"You don't get Christmas bonuses standing around!" Simmons said. "You want those new teeth you saw in SkyMall?"
"It's my dream," Yakov replied.
"Help her out!" Simmons said.
"You live with your mama?" Mikaela asked scornfully.
"No, my mama lives with me, it's a big difference. They got you're face all over the news alien boy," Simmons said, motioning to a TV where Sam's picture had popped up on the news.
"Yeah, I know," Sam said.
"And NBE One, still kickin', huh? How did that happen? Don't answer. I don't know what you're hiding, but I don't want anything to do with it. So, good-bye, you never saw me. I got bagels to schemer. Vanish!" Simmons said.
"Wait, wait. Can you give me five seconds. Look, hold on, I need your help," Sam said.
"Oh, you need my help," Simmons said angrily.
"I need..." Sam got annoyed with the baseball hat and yanked it from his head. "Look, I am slowly loosing my mind. Okay, I had a little crab-bot plunged a device deep into the soft tissues of my brain and started projecting little alien symbols like a freaking home movie!" Sam said annoyed, making various hand motions to illustrate what happened.
"And, on top of that, I'm a wanted fugitive! So you think you've got it rough?" Sam asked angry.
"You said it projected images off your brain?" Simmons asked.
"Right," Sam said.
"Meat locker, now!" Simmons said motioning to the freezer behind him.
They followed Simmons into the meat freezer, where dead pigs and goats hung from the ceiling.
"Dead pigs," Leo said.
"Yuk!" Mikaela exclaimed.
Simmons knelt on the ground over a metal trap door in the floor.
"What you're about to see is top-secret, do not tell my mother," Simmons said.
Simmons opened the door to reveal a ladder leading ten-feet down.
"Swine flu. Not good," Leo said.
"Now you know, next time you eat a goat or a pig, there's a story behind it, a sad little story," Simmons said climbing down the ladder.
Rachel followed Mikaela down the ladder after Sam and Leo had gone down with Simmons. There was large, brightly-lit room at the bottom. Some parts were stacked to the ceiling with papers and boxes. There were many items -mostly papers- strewn everywhere.
"Files, files, we're talking about symbols," Simmons said searching through a file cabinet.
Rachel looked all around the room, wondering what the heck everything in there -all the papers and boxes- were.
"Okay, Cube-brain," Simmons said to Sam.
He flipped open a manila folder, "Any of these look like the symbols you saw?"
Sam and Rachel both looked at the picture in the folder Simmons held.
"Where'd you get these?" Sam asked.
"Before I got fired, I poaches S-7's crown jewel, over seventy-five years of alien research, which points to one inescapable fact. The Transformers, they've been here a long, long time," Simmons said climbing a pile of boxes and papers using file cabinet drawers.
Transformers? He must be talking about the Autobots and Decepticons, Rachel thought.
It never occurred to her to call them anything else.
"How do I know?" Simmons said tossing a box down to Leo. "Archaeologists found these unexplained markings in ancient ruins all over the world."
Simmons climbed down and started slapping pictures down on a table in the room.
"China. Egypt. Greece. Shot in 1932," he said projecting a video on the wall with a projector. "these the symbols you're seeing in your head?"
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Same ones over here, right?" Simmons said pointing to the pictures. "So, tell me, how did they end up all drawing the same thing? Huh? Aliens. And I think some of them stayed."
"Check this out," Simmons said picking up another folder labeled "Project Black Knife." "Project Black Knife, robots, in disguise, hiding here all along," he said picking up black-and-white pictures of various vehicles and a plane.
Rachel looked at the pictures and listened intently, this was completely fascinating to her.
"We detected radioactive signatures all across the country. I pleaded, on my knees, with S-7 to investigate it, but they said the readings were infinitesimal, that I was obsessed!" Simmons said slamming his fist on the table.
"Me. Could you imagine that?" Simmons asked.
"Yeah," Sam said casting a quick look at Rachel, she nodded, "Megatron said there was another source of Energon here."
"On Earth?" Simmons asked.
"On Earth."
"Another source?" Simmons asked.
"Okay, and that these symbols, maps in my head, would lead him there," Sam continued.
"You talk to your Autobot friends about this?" Simmons asked.
Again Sam looked to Rachel, who gave him a glance to tell him to go on.
"No, no, no, the source is before them," Sam said. "Whatever the Energon source is it predates them. It's before them."
"So, it comes before them?" Simmons said.
"Correct," Sam said.
"Well, then we're porked, unless we can talk to a Decepticon. I mean, I'm not on speaking terms with them," Simmons laughed.
Rachel looked at Mikaela, that box she had mentioned earlier...
"Actually, I am," Mikaela said.
Rachel followed Sam and Mikaela out of the room to Bumblebee, who was still parked outside, the twins behind him. Mikaela picked the metal box up out of Bee's trunk. Rachel followed them back into the room under the freezer where Simmons and Leo were waiting. Mikaela sat the box down on the table.
"Let me out!" came a voice from inside the box.
Everyone watched the box as Mikaela started to open it.
"This is going to be a bit sad," Mikaela said.
"Open it," Sam said.
Mikaela opened the box and something jumped out of it. Rachel nearly fell over backwards into Simmons as the thing jumped out at her. Everyone screamed.
"I will have so many Decepticons on your butt!" the Decepticon yelled.
Rachel saw the Decepticon, it was no more than a foot tall, it was blue it had wheels for shoulders and feet. A chain was around it's neck and one of its eyes looked like it had been injured.
"Hey! Behave!" Mikaela threatened holding a blow-torch near the Decepticon.
"What is that, a Decepticon?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Mikaela replied.
"And, you're training him?" Sam said.
"I'm trying to," Mikaela said.
"Get me off of this leash," the Decepticon mumbled, chewing on the chain around it's neck.
"I spent my whole adult life combing the planet for aliens, and you're carrying one around in your purse like a little Chihuahua," Simmons said.
The Decepticon stopped gnawing on the chain around its neck and looked at Simmons.
"You want a throwdown you pubic 'fro-head?" the Decepticon said to Simmons.
Mikaela gave the Decepticon puppy-dog eyes, "I'm sorry," she crooned in a voice like she was talking to a child. "I'm so sorry about your eye, you know, but if you're a good boy..."
"Uh-huh," the Decepticon said.
"Then I'm not gonna torch your other eye, okay? I'm not gonna torch it. Just tell me what these symbols are, please," Mikaela continued, pointing at the pictures.
The Decepticon knelt down, looking at the pictures. The Decepticon studied the photos for a second and then stood up, snapping his fingers.
"Oh, I know that! That's the language of the Primes!" he said pointing at the symbols.
Rachel looked at him in shock, she'd known she knew those symbols from somewhere.
Language of the Primes? Optimus, she thought. I've seen those on Optimus.
"I don't read it, but these guys..." he said motioning to the pictures. "Where the frick did you get photos of these guys?"
"Is this they?" Sam asked holding up a few pictures.
"Yeah. Seekers, pal. The oldest of the old. They've been here for thousands of years looking for something. I don't know what, nobody tells me nothin', but they'll translate those symbols for you, and I know where to find them," the Decepticon said.
"Show us," Simmons said smiling.
"Yeah," the Decepticon said cracking his knuckles.
He turned around to where Simmons had a map of the U.S on the wall. The Decepticon shot green lasers on various places on the map.
"The closest one's in Washington," Simmons said.
"Great," Rachel said. "Let's go."
They all climbed into Bumblebee and the Camaro pulled away from the deli. Rachel wasn't to thrilled about the five hour ride to D.C riding in between Leo and Mikaela. Though, she was happy that they were getting somewhere with these symbols, but she still didn't know what Sam wanted to accomplish. Something hit her as Simmons told them what happened after Sector Seven got disbanded.
"By the way, Simmons, while you were curing meat in a deli, I got my very own 'do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it-badge'," Rachel said mockingly.
She showed him her NEST ID badge. Simmons laughed.
"Little lady, you're still a felon," he said.
She thought he might be joking, she sat back with a laugh.
"Whatever you say."
Five hours later they arrived at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C. Bumblebee and the twins pulled into the B3 row in the parking lot. Rachel noticed the time.
"Guys, you know the museum is about to close, right?" Rachel pointed out.
"Exactly," Simmons said getting out of the car.
Simmons looked through binoculars at the museum.
"Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, land of dreams in there," he said. "All I ever wanted to be was an astronaut."
Simmons pulled off his pants and threw them to Sam.
"Hold those," he said.
"What is that?" Sam said horrified.
"What? I wear them when I'm in a funk. So does Giambi, Jeter, it's a baseball thing," Simmons said.
Rachel couldn't see, she didn't want to see. In stead she looked to license plates on the twins' cars. "SKIDS" read the green one and "MUDFLAP" read the one on the red car. She guessed those were their names, though, she never learned them at NEST.
"Okay," Simmons said pulling a body suit from the top of Bumblebee. "Watches synchronized sharp mind and empty bladder."
Rachel rolled her eyes, leaning on Bumblebee, Sam seemed equally irritated.
"You get caught, demand an attorney and don't ever say my name," Simmons said zipping up the suit.
"Okay, take one of these pills slip it under your tongue," Simmons said throwing a bottle of pills to Sam. "It's the high-concentrate polymer they put in Oreo cookies, tricks the polygraph every time."
Rachel sighed, she just wanted to go in, get what they needed and get out, but Simmons was making that hard. Really, really hard. She just now noticed the small box Simmons had placed on top of Bumblebee's roof.
"Okay, let's get this show on the road," Simmons said pulling a tazer from the box.
"Whoa! Whoa! No, listen, I can't do this," Leo said freaking out at sight of the taser. "I'm not some sort of alien bounty hunter, guys. I'm not gonna do this. Guards have guns, I don't want to die."
Simmons pushed Leo up against Skids' car, "Kid. Kid. Kid," Simmons said.
"You compromise, this mission you are dead to me. Now look into my eyes and tighten up that sphincter."
Rachel thought this "mission" -as Simmons called it- was going to go bad before it even started. She hid in a crook of one of the many planes in the amazing museum. She knew Leo and Simmons were taking out guards while she, Sam and Mikaela concealed themselves in planes. She wasn't very enlightened as the intercom came on.
"The museum is now closing."
Great, if we get caught now we'll be in trouble, big trouble, she thought.
A few minutes she saw Simmons dragging Leo from the men's bathroom near-by.
"You are an amateur,man, a rank amateur," Simmons said.
On that note, Rachel hopped down from the plane and followed Simmons. Leo was convulsing, Rachel shook her head, he must have shocked himself with the taser. Rachel ran to meet up with Sam and Mikaela who were running toward Simmons. Sam, Mikaela and Simmons knelt down, Mikaela opening the metal box containing the Decepticon and Sam unzipping a bag.
"We just downed five guards, five guards, you get your stuff and get out of here," Simmons said to Sam.
"Give me a second here," Sam said searching through the bag.
Mikaela opened the box and the Decepticon came out.
"Be good," Mikaela threatened.
"I'm claustrophobic!" the Decepticon exclaimed.
Rachel looked back at Sam, he had a vile with which he pulled a shard out of of with tweezers. She knew it must be the piece of the AllSpark Mikaela had said Sam had given her. Simmons had pulled out an odd-looking device. The Decepticon transformed into a remote control truck and drove down the aisles between the many planes in the museum. Simmons went one way, Rachel, Sam and Mikaela in another.
"Look, look, follow him, follow him, he knows where he's going," Mikaela told Sam.
The Decepticon picked up speed and the three had to run to keep up with him.
"He knows something!" Mikaela exclaimed.
"What?" Sam asked.
"He knows something!" Mikaela said again.
They ran around a giant black plane Rachel didn't acknowledge at first. Simmons met them around the front, holding his device up at the plane, which sat on the ground. Then Rachel took note of the plane, a big, Lockheed SR-71.
"You got what I got?" Simmons exclaimed.
"Yeah," Sam replied.
"Blackbird," Simmons said.
The Decepticon transformed.
"Oh, there he is. This guy's a legend like...like the Chairman of the Board! Yo, freshman, point the shard, and watch the magic happen," the Decepticon said to Sam.
Sam had ducked under the railing surrounding the jet and held up the shard to the jet. The shard flew at the jet. Rachel recoiled as the shard flew from Sam's grasp into the plane and blue electricity shot across the plane. Rachel, Sam, and Mikaela ran under the plane, searching for a sign. When Rachel saw it, her eyes widened.
"Oh, shit," Mikaela -who was next to Rachel- mumbled as she too saw the sign. "It's a Decepticon!"
There was silence -well almost silence- humming from the jet's engines filled the air.
"Behind the MiG now!" Simmons yelled.
Rachel ran from under the Blackbird as it started to transform. She ran and slid under a plane where Simmons and Leo were hiding. Mikaela and Sam soon ran under as well. Rachel watched as the Decepticon transformed with jerky and slow movements. When he stood up, or rather was slightly haunched over, he was at least fifty feet tall.
"What sort of hideous mausoleum is this?" the Decepticon said in an English-accented voice.
"Answer me pawns and knaves!" he yelled hitting a plane hanging in front of him. "Show yourselves or suffer my infinite wrath!"
Rachel and the others emerged from their hiding spot and Rachel got a better look at the Decepticon. He looked older than other Transformers -as Simmons called them- she'd seen. With every movement he made, some part of him creaked and he used his front landing gear like a cane.
"You little spinal-cord-based organisms!" he said pointing a finger at them, hitting a big metal object hanging from the ceiling.
"Bugger it!" he cursed as the metal object swung back and hit him in the face.
The object snapped from cords holding it to the ceiling and fell to the floor, rolling by Sam. Rachel kept her eyes on the Decepticon.
"Behold! The eternal glory of Jetfire, prepare for remote systems override!" the Decepticon -now called Jetfire- said pointing his landing gear cane at the back of the museum.
"I tell ya, this guy did not age well," the RC truck Decepticon said.
"I don't think he's gonna hurt us," Mikaela said.
Rachel watched as Jetfire made his way to the back of the museum.
"I command these doors to open!" he said. "Fire! I said fire!"
A missile shot from his hand, but bounced off the doors and flew back toward Rachel and the others.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Sam exclaimed.
"Bollocks! Damn these worthless parts!" Jetfire cursed slamming into the doors, crushing them.
He proceeded to walk outside.
"Wait a second!" Sam called, running after Jetfire who hobbled outside.
Rachel ran after Sam.
Rachel ran down the giant field behind the museum where dozens of planes were parked. Simmons and Mikaela ran behind her.
"The museum's going to be very angry, very angry," Simmons said.
Rachel followed Sam between a row of planes, she heard the roar of an engine and looked back to see Bumblebee and the twins speeding down the field.
"We gotta catch that plane," Simmons said.
"Right. I'm on a mission," Jetfire said.
"Wait!" Rachel yelled.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Jetfire!" Sam yelled to Jetfire.
"What do you want?" Jetfire said turning to them.
"Look, we just want to talk!" Sam said.
"I've no time to talk, I'm on a mission!" Jetfire said.
"I'm a mercenary doom-bringer! What planet am I on?" Jetfire asked.
"Earth," Sam said.
"Earth? Terrible name for a planet, might as well call it 'Dirt', planet 'Dirt'," Jetfire said leaning down to face them. "Tell me, is that robot civil war still going on? Who's winning?" Jetfire said quickly changing subjects.
"The Decepticons," Rachel said.
Jetfire made a noise of disgust, "Well, I changed sides to the Autobots."
"What do you mean, changed sides?" Sam asked.
"It's a choice, it's an intensely personal decision. So much negativity. Who wants to live a life filled with hate?" Jetfire said.
"You mean you don't have to work for those miserable freaking Decepticons?" the RC truck Decepticon said.
"If Decepticons had their way, they'd destroy the whole universe," Jetfire said.
"I'm changing sides. I'm changing sides too, warrior goddess," the RC truck said crawling on his hands and knees to Mikaela.
Rachel's eyes widened as the Decepticon got on Mikaela's leg.
"Who's your little Autobot?" the RC truck said.
"Aw, you're cute," Mikaela said.
Rachel raised her eyebrows as the Decepticon humped Mikaela's leg.
"Wow," Rachel said in shock. "That's...disturbing."
"Name's Wheelie, say my name, say my name," the RC truck -now known as Wheelie- said.
Sam looked at Mikaela, "What are you allowing to happen to your foot just now?"
A smug look came over Mikaela's face, "At least he's faithful, Sam," she mocked.
"Yeah, well, he's faithful and he's nude and he's perverted," Sam said pointing at Wheelie.
"Can you just...Can you stop," Sam said angrily at Wheelie kicking him off Mikaela's leg.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Wheelie exclaimed falling over.
"It's just something to think about...I won't argue with- What were you saying?" Sam said to Mikaela and then to Jetfire.
"I told you my name was Jetfire! So stop judging me!" Jetfire yelled hitting the ground in front of them, bending down to look at them.
Rachel fell over backwards as did everyone else, trying not to be squished.
"Wait, wait, wait!" everyone yelled.
"I have issues of my own! And it started with my mother! My ancestors have been here for centuries. My father, why he was a wheel, the first wheel," Jetfire said pointing a finger at them. "Do you know what he transformed into?"
Rachel looked at Simmons and Leo.
"No," they said.
"Nothing! But he did so with honor, dignity, damn it!" Jetfire raged.
Suddenly Jetfire's landing parachute shot out from behind him, pulling him to the ground.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" all of them exclaimed.
Rachel got up and ran to where Jetfire had fallen.
Jetfire grumbled.
"Bollocks," he cursed. "My boosters are fried!"
"I think we can help each other. You know things I don't know, I know things you don't know, I do," Sam said to Jetfire.
"I don't think he knows anything. Honestly, I don't," Leo said to Sam.
Rachel glared at Leo, and elbowed him in the ribs.
"Shut up," she said.
Sam drew out a dagger and started to draw the Cybertronian symbols in the dirt. Rachel watched as Sam depicted the symbols perfectly, she watched in amazement.
"I could do this all day, it comes in waves, these vivid symbols," Sam said.
Rachel looked at him as he looked up to Jetfire.
"They're symbols, but they're in my mind. You see, all of this is in my mind and Megatron wants what's in my mind. Him and someone called the Fallen," Sam said throwing the dagger blade-first into the dirt.
"The Fallen! I know him!" exclaimed Jetfire.
Rachel looked up in shock, hoping to learn something about this Decepticon that was hunting them.
"He left me here to rust! The original Decepticon, he's terrible to work for, it's always apocalypse, chaos, crisis," Jetfire said.
"These transcriptions, they were part of my mission, the Fallen's search. I remember now, for the Dagger's Tip, and..and the key!" Jetfire said his words picking up speed.
"Hold on, slow down. The Dagger's Tip? They key? What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
Rachel had a bad feeling as Jetfire leaned over them, they were all standing in a cluster now.
"No time to explain. Hold on everybody! Stay still or you'll die!" Jetfire yelled.
Blue electricity raced between his hands and he stood over them, putting his hands on either side of them. Rachel doubled over holding on to Mikaela, and Sam holding on to Rachel. Everything went black around Rachel.
Couple things: Firstly, oookay, Jetfire is totally A.D.H.D(no offense to anyone) so what happened to everyone? Who knows right now, more in chapter 8. Secondly, we see that Ironhide tries really hard to annoy Rachel. Thirdly, you've no idea(unless you've written a fanfic for transformers before the second movie) how hard it is not to call them Transformers until Simmons' line(unless you aren't like me and wanted to keep that up in the air). Fourthly, how did Leo(yes I started calling him by his name, God, he's annoying) know where Simmons lived? O.o *laughs* and honestly, you can't trust people on the internet...wait. Fifthly, I am totally going to go back to D.C one day and going to the Air and Space museum just so I can look at that Blackbird and go: JETFIRE! :) Chapter 8 coming your way soon, guys...