Jaime: 'Sup all? I'm so excited to see all the feedback.

Jazz: Why hasn't anyone asked 'bout meh?

Jaime: *Rolls her eyes and smirks* Because I'm the star of the story and everyone already knows who you are ya sparkling…*Looks slightly suspicious* what are you even doing here anyways?

Jazz: *Huffs* Ah'm not a sparklin'!

Jaime: But what are you doing here?

Jazz: …nothin'…

Jaime: *Watches Jazz warily* Hubero does not own the transformers no matter how much she wishes she did…but she does own me

Jazz: Don't ya find tha' kinda creepy?

Jaime: *Rolls her eyes* We are not getting into this again Jazz.

Jazz: Ey, Ah'm jus' sayin'

Jaime: *Massages her temples* No Jazz…just…no. *Walks out of the room*

Jazz: …Jaime? Wait! Ah'm supposed t' tell ya somethin'…oh well. Ah guess it'll have t' wait.

**Warning: Some Cybertronian swearing courtesy of Ironhide**

I'd also like to thank xXRetrobotXx for agreeing to be my Beta Reader! So thank you for Beta Reading this chapter xXRetrobotXx!

Will's POV

After Jaime had gone to bed he walked outside to talk to Ironhide. The weapons' specialist popped the driver's door open for him.

"Hey big guy," Will patted the dash.

"Hello Will," answered a gruff voice. "Did you talk to the girl yet? Optimus wants an update." Will sighed.

"I want her to get settled in first."

"Will—" Ironhide started.

"But," Will interrupted. Ironhide quieted. "Well…when we were in the barn…she said…some things."

"Like?" Ironhide urged.

"She wanted to name that buckskin horse—"

"The creature that is a threat to your daughter?" Will blinked.

"What?" he asked.

"He is untamed and a threat to young Annabelle," Ironhide elaborated.

"Ironhide," Will rolled his eyes. "He won't be getting anywhere near her."

"Fragging right he won't be," Ironhide agreed. "He gets anywhere close and I'm blasting him with my cannons." Will's mouth twitched with amusement. Optimus had believed it might be a good idea for the major to have a guardian like the Witwicky boy, since he may be a bigger target than other humans who'd had contact with the Autobots. Ironhide had volunteered. He already knew where Will lived because he'd given him a ride home after Mission City. Will had known that Ironhide would make a great guardian after seeing the weapons' specialist fight. What he hadn't expected was the Autobot to get wrapped around his four year old daughter's little finger.

"The point is," Will continued, "that Jaime tried a list of names on the horse, most of which I recognized."

"What's so significant about these names?" the Autobot rumbled distractedly.

"Well the ones I recognized were Jazz, Prowl, Ironhide, and Ratchet." The truck lurched.

"Then she knows," Ironhide quickly responded.

"She seems to…" Will trailed. "But she also said some names I don't recognize."

"What are they?" Ironhide seemed much more interested this time.

"Well she said Sunny and Sides…" The truck lurched again but this time it was accompanied by a groan.

"Are there any else?" Ironhide almost seemed…scared…to ask.

"The name she settled on."

"Which is?" the weapons' specialist prompted.

"…Orion," Will frowned. "…Although it could be from the constellation…" There was silence. Seconds ticked by. Ironhide seemed to be troubled by something. "Ironhide?"

"Did she…explain where she got that name?" he finally asked.

"I asked her if she was naming the horse after the constellation and she said 'yea something like that.'"

"She did not give you a concrete answer?"

"No."

"…I do not think she was naming that creature after the human constellation," Ironhide replied. "We need to take her to base."

"Why the sudden need?"

"She knows information only a select few know," Ironhide growled impatiently.

"Well if you're sure—"

"Yes. I've already informed Optimus," the weapons' specialist revved his engine.

"…Wait…now?" Will frowned.

"Of course."

"Hide," Will rubbed his face tiredly. "She just got here. At least let her get a good night's rest." Ironhide grumbled for a few moments.

"Optimus said to bring her to base in the morning," he finally conceded.

"Alright." Will looked at the clock. It was already ten. "I'll see you tomorrow then." He slid out of the truck and walked into the house. Before he fell asleep, he made sure to inform Sarah of what was happening tomorrow.

Ironhide's POV

Ironhide didn't recharge that night. He'd never admit it, but he was borderline anxious. Somehow the youngling femme knew names of the Autobots. Pit, she even knows Optimus' name before he became Prime, Ironhide grumbled. Hardly any of the Autobots knew who Orion Pax was. Ironhide and Ratchet knew only because they were his guardians and caretakers whenever Sentinel Prime was too busy with his duties. The weapons' specialist rocked on his axels. How could the youngling gain such information? His first suspicion had been to assume she was a Decepticon spy. He hated the idea that the Cons were using an innocent youngling but it would explain why she was missing an arm.

He focused his sensors on her bedroom. She kept on twisting and turning in her bed. She seemed frightened. She must be having one of those night terrors humans sometimes experienced, Ironhide mused. Jaime suddenly shot up in bed and looked around confusedly around her room. It seemed to take her a few minutes to remember where she was. Instead of going back to sleep she stayed sitting up. She should go back to recharge, Ironhide groused to himself. She can't sleep in tomorrow. Instead the girl got up, threw a blanket over her shoulder and grabbed her pillow. Ironhide's confusion grew when she strode quietly out of her room. Where are you going femme? he wondered.

Imagine his surprise when she walked out of the house and marched up to his alt mode. Before he could even contemplate locking his doors, she had opened the back door and climbed inside. She set the pillow down on the seat and pulled the blanket over her small lithe body. She let out a sigh of relief and seemed to relax. She snuggled into his plush seats.

"Good night Jazz," she murmured. WHAT?! If Ironhide was in bipedal mode his mouth would be gaping in shock. She smiled after a few moments as if she had received a reply. Her breathing evened out as she fell into a peaceful slumber. Ironhide sighed and sunk on his axels. He decided to take the time to scan her. Her arm injury seemed to be a few years old…still fairly recent. She seemed underweight for her age; although Ratchet's medical sensors were much more accurate than his. He tried to imagine her as a Decepticon spy. Wouldn't she have tried to discreetly dig for information about the Autobots or something by now? Perhaps she was trying to gain Will's trust before she dug for information. Although the major seemed to already trust her…the girl rolled over and curled into a ball.

"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered. Ironhide was concerned. Who was she seeing in her night terror? Was it a Con? She scrunched into an even tighter ball. "I'm sorry Miss Narcissa," she moaned. Miss Narcissa? The woman from the orphanage?"No…don't take me there…please!" Unable to stand it, Ironhide let his spark pulse stronger since she was almost over his spark chamber. His cab hummed with energy. She seemed to calm under the influence. He gently rocked back and forth, sending her into a deeper recharge. And so any time throughout the night, if she started to have a night terror, Ironhide was quick to calm her down with his spark and by rocking.

Jaime's POV

Her eye cracked open as she slowly woke up. Where was she? She looked around, trying to get her bearings. She was in the truck. As she slowly sat up, last night's memories assaulted her mind. She'd had a nightmare last night in her room. It was…about an Autobot…but it was a different dream that she'd never had before. She couldn't remember the details—they were fading already—but she could remember that it was absolutely horrible. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Jaime left the safe confines of the black truck, taking her blanket and pillow with her. She left them in her room and quietly walked downstairs again.

Wha' in the world are ya doin' at six in the mornin'? Jazz asked.

"Chores…what else?"

But ya don't have any chores, a confused Jazz replied. Jaime reached the barn.

"Why else would Will show me how to take care of the horses?" Jaime inquired as she headed towards the feed room.

Maybe he jus' wanted t' bond wit' ya ova somethin', Jazz stated. Jaime thought about that as she fed and watered Sizzle and Bandit.

"Maybe," she responded, unconvinced. She grabbed a pail of water and carried it over to Orion. "Hey Orion," she greeted. The horse snorted and swished his tail in reply. "You going to be a good boy?" He stamped his hoof. She carefully opened his stall door. He flicked his ears back. "Easy boy, I just want to get you some water," she crooned. "Are you thirsty?" The stallion pricked his ears forward. Jaime took a small step forward. He took a step forward, then another. When he was close enough he bumped her chest impatiently. "Demanding aren't you?" He blew into her face. She blew back. "I know what you want." She pulled out one of the green apples she had snitched from the kitchen and offered it to him. He snatched it greedily and chomped on it happily. Jaime quickly filled his water trough and his feed trough as well. She stepped into the aisle and closed Orion's stall door just as the barn door rolled open. Will blinked blearily at the girl.

"Jaime?"

"Yes Will?" she asked expectantly. He blinked at her again.

"…What are you doing here?" he finally asked.

"I fed and watered the horses," she explained.

"…You…fed and watered…" Will trailed. Jaime nodded. "Um…thanks I guess…but why?"

"What do you mean?" she frowned. "Isn't that why you showed me last night? Feeding and watering the horses are my assigned chores correct?" Will became more alert upon hearing her words.

"What? No!...I…didn't mean for that to come across that way," he said hastily. "I just thought it'd be something we could bond over you know? Get you know each other." Jaime could feel Jazz's smugness.

Ya should really listen t' the Jazzman, he told her.

"Oh…I'm sorry."

"No it's fine," Will quickly amended. He glanced in the stalls. "Nice job though. You learn quick."

"Sure do," Jaime replied. It was a given. She'd had to learn quick to survive. Will seemed to be contemplating something.

"You fed Buc—Orion?" He asked.

"Yup."

"Did you touch him again?"

"Yea."

"He seems to trust you…" Will trailed.

"I…fail to see where this is going," Jaime finally admitted. Will grinned.

"Well I don't like to put him in the pasture because it's a pain—it takes hours really—to get him back in his stall. But he seems to really like you. Maybe he'll come back in for you. And I really need to clean his stall." Jaime looked at Orion.

"You going to behave?" she smirked at him. He tossed his head and whinnied. She turned to Will. "I say it's worth a shot." It took a few minutes of coaxing and bribing on Jaime's part. But she was finally able to get a halter on his head and clip on a lead line. She walked him to the pasture, Orion butting her arm with his head impatiently. Once in the pasture, she let him loose but kept the halter on.

"Getting him in is the easy part," said Will from behind her. "It's getting him out that's the hard part." They went back into the barn to muck out the buckskin's stall. Will gathered all the tools they would need and explained how to clean the stall. He grabbed his pitchfork and was about to start but quickly turned to the girl. "Jaime."

"Yea," she answered as she grabbed her own pitchfork.

"I just want you to know that I'm not showing you this because I want you to do this every day. I mean, you can help if you want. But…I'm not going to force this on you. Do you get what I'm saying?" he shifted a bit awkwardly. The concept of no forced chores being piled on her was new and a bit foreign to her. Sure, she'd only been at the orphanage for two years, but it felt much longer. The sad thing was that she remembered the orphanage more than her life before she was an orphan. Jaime studied him. Sometimes she was confused by him because he was different from Miss Narcissa or Miss Elizabeth. Miss Narcissa looked down on her and was always criticizing and punishing her. Miss Elizabeth was much nicer…but she tended to think that Jaime was sometimes helpless with just one arm. She found it frustrating when the caretaker kept a close eye on her as if she was more fragile than the other kids. The woman had her moments when she was wonderful, but still. Miss Elizabeth seemed to be surprised when Jaime did something unexpected, like beating another kid at a physical game. But her missing arm never seemed to bother Will and she liked that. He reminded her of Jeong Jeong…who was…now dead. Had she really only found out yesterday about his death? It seemed so long ago. She realized Will was waiting for her response.

"Yea, I understand," she smiled at him. He nodded and set to mucking out the stall. Jaime watched how he did it. He seemed to do it so effortlessly with his two strong arms. Years of practice, she mused. She got a firm grip on her pitchfork when she spotted a pile of manure a couple feet away from her. She tried to scoop it like Will but the long pitchfork was heavy and cumbersome. She strained, leaning back and trying to balance at the same time, as she lifted the manure with her pitchfork with only one arm. She turned slowly—taking care to not drop it—and dumped the manure in the wheelbarrow. She turned, looking for another manure pile, unaware that Will had stopped to watch her.

Will's POV

He stopped to watch Jaime. She had found another pile of manure and was trying to get her pitchfork under it. It may sound silly but he had forgotten that she only had one arm. The manure was bigger than the first and she struggled to get her fork underneath it. The pitchfork would have been heavy and cumbersome to any nine year old, let alone a child with one arm. Should he give her an easier job? Will wondered. Jaime eventually hefted the fork up to put the manure in the wheelbarrow. But she must have moved too fast because the manure slid off her fork. She scowled at the dung and prepared to pick it up again.

"I can finish up mucking if you want to sweep the left over straw out," Will offered.

"Just because I'm a cripple doesn't mean I'm helpless," Jaime snapped back. She instantly grimaced when that slipped out and turned away from Will. He was a little surprised from her outburst. But as he thought of how the headmistress had acted yesterday the surprise quickly wore off. She had lashed out at him defensively as if she'd done so multiple times in the past. She successfully dropped the manure into the wheelbarrow this time.

"See," she said, her voice much softer and slightly hesitant. "I'm not helpless. I can do it."

"I didn't mean to imply that you were helpless," Will apologized. "That was not my intention. I saw you were struggling and only meant to be helpful." She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. "But I do realize that you are fully capable of completing tasks. I have no doubt in my mind." She closed her mouth.

"…You really think that?" she finally asked.

"Yes. I've met amputees before and I know how fiercely independent they can be," he smiled gently. She looked up at him shyly.

"Are you and Epps in the military?" She'd had her suspicions for a while now and finally voiced them.

"We're…in a special branch," Will replied. "Now let's finish this stall before Orion gets antsy in the field." They quickly finished mucking out the stall. Jaime swept out every last bit of dirty bedding. And Will showed her how to lay down the new clean straw evenly. Will expected Orion to be troublesome. But upon spotting them, the stallion trotted over to Jaime and bumped her in the chest as if he was excited to see her. She gave him another piece of an apple and clipped on the lead line. Orion playfully tugged on the line a few times but otherwise followed the girl back into his stall.

"Well, that should be good for now," Will commented. "Did you eat before coming to the barn?" Before Jaime could respond her stomach growled hungrily. She flushed and ducked her head down, embarrassed that her stomach had given her away. Will simply chuckled.

Jaime's POV

"C'mon," he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and led her out of the barn. Jaime was tempted to shrug his hand off like she usually would. But she didn't. And that made her feel conflicted inside. Her father used to act a lot like Will. He'd wrap his arm around her whenever he felt she needed it, she'd help him do some of the jobs around the house like building the tree house, and they'd spend nights laying outside looking at the stars. She'd been a daddy's girl. Maybe that was why she felt more drawn to Will than Sara. That didn't mean she didn't love her mother by any means. As an only child receiving all their attention, Jaime was close to both her parents. But Will and Sarah were her adoptive parents now and they'd been really nice to her. She just couldn't help but feel like she was replacing them somehow. That was why she was hesitant to call them mom and dad.

Tha's not true Jaime an' ya know tha', Jazz stated. Ya c'n love Will an' Sara as yo'r mom an' dad wit'out replacing yo'r parents. Jaime smiled but didn't answer Jazz. She didn't need Will to see her talking to herself. They stepped into the kitchen.

"Better wash up and put on some different clothes," Will said to her. "Sarah's number one rule: Always wash up and wear clean clothes in the kitchen after being in the barn."

"Ok."

"Especially since we were mucking the stalls," he added as an afterthought. Jaime ran up the stairs and swerved to avoid bumping into Sarah.

"Oh there you are Jaime! Where have you been?"

"I was in the barn with Will," the girl replied. The woman opened her mouth but Jaime continued. "I was just going upstairs to wash up." Sarah grinned.

"Will told you my number one rule huh?" Jaime nodded.

"Tell you what. You clean up in the bathroom and I'll get you some clean clothes for today….That reminds me, we still need to go shopping for you…Oh well, we'll do that later." Jaime went into the bathroom as she was told. Deciding it would be faster, she stripped off her clothes and jumped into the shower. She scrubbed every inch of her body. She didn't want to disappoint Sarah and was determined that the woman wouldn't smell even a whiff of the barn on her. She quickly toweled off and wrapped the towel around her small body. She cautiously opened the door and peered into the hallway. She quickly hurried into her room and closed the door. Not knowing what to do with her clothes, she ended up setting them on the dresser. On her bed were the clothes Sarah promised. Jaime pulled the jean shorts and yellow t-shirt on. They were a little baggy but they would do. Sarah had also thoughtfully laid out a belt and clean socks. Jaime looped the belt through the jean's loops and pulled the clean socks on. When she entered the kitchen, Annabelle was just sitting at her seat and Will had set a plate for everyone on the table. Jaime quickly sat at the same seat she'd sat in last night. Sarah set a stack of waffles on the table and sat down. Jaime's eyes widened.

"Are those waffles?" she asked quietly.

"Sure are," Will smiled.

"With syrup, and chocolate chips, and strawberries, and blueberries, and whipped cream!" Annabelle bounced excitedly. Jaime was normally very good at concealing her emotions. But there were times—few and far between—where she couldn't help but let the mask slip. This was one of those times. Jaime's mouth dropped in shock. She hadn't known what to expect for breakfast but this far better than what she had imagined. Annabelle noticed her expression.

"Haven't you ever had waffles before?" she asked curiously. Will and Sarah were silent.

"Sure…I just…can't remember the last time I had them," Jaime mumbled, still dazed.

"Well mommy makes them all the time, so you won't forget here," Annabelle replied before shoveling a rather large piece of the waffle into her mouth.

"Annabelle that's very unladylike. You need to eat smaller pieces," Sara gently chided. Annabelle tried to pout but it wasn't very successful since she still had her mouth stuffed with waffle. Jaime's mouth twitched in amusement.

"Sworry mummy," she tried to apologize around the food.

"And don't talk with your mouth full," Sara sighed. Jaime gave a small snort but quickly covered it with a small cough before taking a bite of her waffle. She remembered being in the exact same position as Annabelle when she was younger with her mother. Will grinned at his wife who rolled her eyes. After breakfast Jaime watched cartoons with Annabelle in the living room. When the show was almost over Jaime noticed Will—who was now dressed in army fatigues—standing in the doorway. He waved her over. She followed him out of the room.

"Hey Jaime, I'm heading to base today. How would you like to see where I work? I can give you a tour."

"Really?" she asked. It seemed to be a bit random.

"Really," he smiled. She thought about it for a few moments. Maybe this was one of those bonding things? She decided it must be something like that.

"Ok sure…but…um," she shuffled.

"What is it?" he knelt down and asked her.

"…Can I bring my knapsack with me?" she inquired shyly. She noticed his confused expression. "I don't like going anywhere without it." It was an old habit of hers. Every time she left the orphanage, she'd bring the bag with her. The main reason was so someone couldn't go through it or take it while she was gone. Also, everything she owned was in the bag. She felt better having her few special keepsakes close to her.

"We're not staying too long…but sure if you want," he replied, figuring her bag was like a security blanket. He wasn't going to deny her that. She might need it. Grinning eagerly, she ran upstairs. He went outside to wait by Ironhide.

"Where is she?" the gruff Autobot asked impatiently.

"She's coming," Will soothed. Moments later Jaime rushed out of the house—she'd put her shoes back on—and leapt off the porch. They got into the truck. Again, Will went through the motions as Ironhide drove them to the temporary base.

Will's POV

He knew he needed to broach the topic with her before they reached the base. Hoover Dam was only twenty minutes away if Ironhide was speeding—which he was. Will just wasn't sure how to start the conversation.

"So Jaime," he broke the silence after a few minutes. She looked at him from the back seat. "Did you ever hear about the attack on Mission City?" She tilted her head.

"No…we didn't really hear about current news at the orphanage," she shrugged.

"Oh well, it happened a few weeks ago. It's got everyone confused," he continued nonchalantly.

"Why's that?" He looked at her through the rearview mirror before replying.

"Because no one knows for sure what caused it." He let that sink in. She glanced out the window.

"They don't know…for sure?" she finally asked.

"Well there are theories," he shrugged. She looked at him.

"Like?" she prompted.

"Well most people believe it was terrorists. But there are a few people who think it was something else." He had her complete attention now. He made eye contact with her. "Do giant robots mean anything to you?" Surprise quickly flitted across her face followed by—was that recognition?—before her face became neutral.

"Are they supposed to?" He shrugged. If there had been any doubt in his mind it was gone now. She knew about the Autobots. She didn't just know some of their names. She knew what there were. They were approaching Hoover Dam. Jaime looked out the window her brow furrowed.

"…Your base is Hoover Dam?"

"Yup." He reached the guarded entrance. Visitors were no longer permitted inside. The guard recognized him.

"Major Lennox sir," he saluted. Will saluted back.

"At ease captain." The guard gave a signal and the doors opened. They continued inside the large building. Finally the truck came to a stop and they got out. Jaime craned her neck to stare at her surroundings. She seemed to be in some kind of large hanger.

"This way," Will gestured for her to follow. He was standing at a door on the other side of the room. She hurried to his side and walked into the next room. It was even larger than the previous room and much busier. There were computer terminals on a large catwalk and multiple people striding through the room. It was like a beehive of activity. Not an emergency level of activity, simply a busy level of activity. Everyone had a job they were focused on. Jaime followed Will up the stairs to the catwalk as he pointed and gave a general explanation of what everyone was doing. When they reached the top he turned to a large screen and studied the data, before punching some keys and the screen changed to a screensaver.

"What do you think?" he turned to her.

"It's so busy," she marveled.

Jaime's POV

Somehow the historical landmark that she and her parents had visited when she was five had been turned into a secret base for—she assumed—a secret organization. After all, Will hadn't really answered whether he was in the military or not. He'd said he was in a special branch. What does he actually do then? Jaime wondered. She noted that many people either saluted or greeted him as their superior. Just how up was he? He was still watching her.

"So what do you do?" she asked innocently.

"Well—"

"Hey Will! Hey Jaime!" a voice interrupted. Will and Jaime turned to see a grinning Epps—wearing a similar uniform to Will—striding towards them. "'Sup girl?" he asked Jaime.

"Will's giving me a tour of the base," she gave a hesitant smile.

"Ah," he gave her a brilliant smile and slapped a hand on Will's shoulder. "And did he tell you that his job is to order everyone one around?" Will glared at his friend good naturedly.

"I believe he was just getting to explain that before you joined us," Jaime giggled. Will rolled his eyes.

"I also lead a team on missions…Would you like to meet our allies Jaime?" he asked her. She wasn't sure why but she felt like that was a loaded question. She glanced at Epps who was still smiling at her but his eyes were serious. He knew who these allies were too. Jaime assumed it was safe to say that Epps was likely on the same team as Will. Who were these allies? She really wished she could talk to Jazz. As if sensing her turmoil, he spoke to her.

It's yo'r choice Jaime. Ya c'n meet the mysterious allies or go back home an' always wonder who the allies were. Jaime resisted narrowing her eyes. Jazz wasn't pressing her to meet the allies. Butshe could tell he wanted her to got meet them. She sighed.

"Yea…I'll meet these allies I guess," she shrugged. Will nodded and glanced at Epps. The sergeant nodded—as if answering some unspoken command—and turned away.

"Nice seeing ya again Jaime!" he shouted over his shoulder. Jaime gave Will a look.

"Hey I'll explain soon okay?" he put up his hands in surrender.

"Okay so where are these allies?" Jaime frowned.

"This way," he smiled. They walked through some more long hallways and finally stopped at a door. Will glanced back at her before opening the door. It opened onto a catwalk. As they walked along the elevated path, Jaime observed the hangar. It was by far the largest she'd been in, if that were possible. Will stopped in the center and she halted next to him. From behind a large screen stepped two men. One of them was Epps. Jaime tilted her head at him. He didn't say anything, only offering her a mysterious grin. The other man stepped forward and offered his hand. Jaime looked to Will for guidance—who nodded—and she accepted it.

"Ricky Jones," he introduced. He was as tall as Will but wider in the shoulders. His sandy blonde hair was short and his brown eyes shone with an openness that surprised Jaime. "Nice ta meet ya."

"Likewise," Jaime offered him a smile.

"I hear you're going ta meet our allies today," he rose an eyebrow. Jaime looked at Will and Epps.

"Yea…but where are they?" she asked.

"Oh they're here already," Ricky chuckled. Jaime's head snapped side to side. But there was no one else but them on the catwalk. She looked at Will, confusion evident on her face. Will walked to the edge of the catwalk and looked down. Hesitantly, she followed his example. On the hangar floor was the strangest and most colorful assortment of vehicles Jaime had ever seen; a Peterbuilt truck with a flaming paintjob, a yellow search and rescue hummer, a black and white police car, and a suspiciously familiar black topkick truck. Before she could say anything, Will was speaking.

"Jaime, I'd like you to meet our allies…the Autobots." Jaime froze. Did he just say...she trailed. But before she could finish that line of thought, the vehicles immediately began to hiss and clank. Parts where shifting as the vehicles transformed. Jaime's jaw dropped at what she was seeing.

kyubbi lover 98: Haha ok here's another update for you!

xXRetrobotXx: Thanks! I'm trying to make this story as realistic as possible so I really appreciate the feedback.

Kurohane Ookami: Haha I've been hearing that, thanks!

Jgoss: Yea, I felt like it would be a good way for Will and Jaime to learn about each other more. And yes she got to name Orion! Imagine that, a moody troublemaking buckskin stallion named after a Prime!

Rayne: Yup I added horses. Seriously, if you're going to live on a huge farme/plot of land…you might as well use it And yes she goes through all the Autobot names out loud. Will wouldn't have wanted to take her to base unless he was absolutely sure that she knew. And well you kind of got to see the look on Will's face. When he asked her if she named Orion after the constellation…As for Jaime aging, she has some growing up to do…

Twillightfairy: Thanks! I'm glad you think it's awesome. Yes it does stray a bit from the movie version of Transformers but I will be trying to stay as accurate as possible.

silvershamroc17: Aww thanks! I enjoyed writing the horse scene…especially stubborn and spirited Orion! You'll get to see how Jaime will react to Ironhide and the others in the next chapter ;)

Also thanks to the three guests who left reviews! And thank you to all the people who favorited/are following my story.

Authors Note: Hehe…yes I am evil for leaving such a cliff hanger. Don't fret I am working on Chapter 8. I have a general idea of how the meeting of the Autobots will go. I just have to type it up. I really was planning on having her meet the bots in this chapter. But I felt like it was getting too long. So I decided to break it up into two parts. Up next is the highly anticipated meeting of Jaime and the Autobots! I guarantee that you will finally see it! Leave a review/comment down below please! I like to what people are anticipating/hoping to see. It motivates me to get it right because so many people are anticipating it.

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~Hubero