You're Changing Alright

Rachael's upset at Prowl so she pulls a disappearing act. Now sari and the bots are worried. Where did he go wrong? Where will this scenario take them? Where is my Latte? Oh there it is. Uh….enjoy.

This will be a cross over chapter.

Prowl was roaming through a swamp. It was raining hard, thunder and lightning crashing and booming. His gears were growing algae, slowing his movements slightly. "Ha, Ha, Ha." He heard. He spun around looking for the source. He couldn't see anything. "Ha, Ha, Ha." It came again. The lightning flashed and there stood a little girl in a pit of mud. He walked over to her. He tried to turn on his head lights; they just flickered and burnt out.

"Hello?" He called. Lightning flashed once more, "RACHAEL." it was Rachael. Her hair was muddy and the dress she wore was torn up. Rachael I-"

"Ha, ha, ha," She giggled and ran off into the brush.

"Rachael wait," he ran after her. He came across a moss curtain. Next to it was a sign: Tarot readings, Charms, Potions, dreams made real. He parted the curtains and entered an alley way. Down the alley was a door, with an illegible sign above it. "Ha, ha, ha," he heard her laugh from inside.

When prowl entered, a chill went do his spine. There were masks on the wall. The eyes were following him, his shadow was smiling, and there were shrunken heads and dolls beating on drums.

Bum, bum, bum, bum

"Rachael?"

At the end of the room was a skinny man. He had on a top hat with a skull on it, wore a purple suit, and a weird cane. His face was hidden by a skull mask. "YEEEEEES," The man said. Bum, bum, bum, bum

"Are you ready?" He threw powder on the floor, human sized dart bored table appearing.

(Are you ready?)The masks were singing.

"Are ya…ready?" The man pushed Prowl into snakes. The snakes restricted him. "This girl's soul is fine. "He blew powder at the board and spun it.

(The girls souls is fine)Rachael appeared unconscious and was strapped to the board.

"And now it shall be mine." His fingers on one hand turned into knives.He jabbed them into her chest, Rachael cried out in agony. "Can you feel it?" There were streams of light coming from her body. Her face was losing its color. "She' dying, she's dying, she's dying my friend. Are you proud of yourself?" Still keeping the one hand in her chest, he threw some powder at prowl. Prowl fell into a dark hole. The man's skeletons face appearing. "Now if you watch, and wait too long," Prowl fell into his mouth, and landed in the palm of his hand. She shall join my friends, "His head appeared. Snakes and spiders came from his mouth, "On the ootheeer siiiiiide."

Before the swarm was on him, the man let prowl fall. Prowl was caught by the arms by one of the dolls. (You got what you wanted)

A mask with horns appeared. (But you lost what you loved.) Its mouth opened wide, revealing Rachael's head. The doll dropped Prowl and he ran for her. (Oooooooh) He was getting closer, closer, closer – his hand was right on top of her. PROWL!

He fell hard on the floor. He looked up and Saw Sari and Optimus. "Prowl are you alright?" Sari asked.

"I think so," he familiarized himself with his surroundings, "Are we still in Detroit?" they nodded. He sighed with relief and stood.

"Same dream?" Optimus questioned.

"Yes, this time I got close to Rachael, but she slipped from my grasp." He slammed his hand on his bed. "It's been two weeks; we should have found her by now."

"Prowl we searched everywhere," Optimus assured, "The Island, the woods, Sumdac tower, everywhere. Fanzone even confirmed it; Rachael isn't here."

"She has to be," He said desperately, "She just got to be." He observed the bracelet that Rachael gave him. Optimus put a hand on his back, "I have to find her Optimus. I just have to."

In the control room, Ratchet was using the computer to find any trace of Rachael. He tried to trace her in the glasses he made her, but Bee and Bulkhead returned with them. She left them behind. "Where did you find those?"

"They were outside the airport," Bulkhead replied dismally.

"So she took a flight," Bee gave Ratchet the glasses.

"And she doesn't want us to follow her." Ratchet concluded.

The three went to the living room where they saw Optimus, Sari and Prowl. Judging by the expressions they saw, there was bad news. "She took a flight Prowl," He showed him the glasses, "And she doesn't want us to find her."

"AAAAAH!" he roared.

"Prowl calm down." Bulkhead urged.

"CALM DOWN? Because of me Rachael is missing."

"You can't blame yourself entirely," Sari remarked, "Megatron is to blame too."

"The point is Sari; I never should have said it." He grabbed the remote, "And now, I may never find her." he turned on the TV.

Hey yall, I'm big Momma Le'Bouf. Come on down to New Orleans for the annual Mardi Gra celebration. We got swamps, Shops and Food, and come see me the Mardi Gra Queen and My husband the Mardi Gra king.

Prowl blinked and rewound the video to the swamp. "THAT'S IT!" He jumped.

"What is it?" Bumblebee quipped.

"That's the place I saw in my dreams. Rachael was in this swamp." He poked the TV.

"In New Orleans?" Ratchet questioned.

"Yes. And don't tell me it could be another swamp. I've been having the same dream about it for days."

"DUH," Sari smacked herself in the head, "How could I forget? We have family in Louisiana."

"What Family?" Bee questioned.

"Grandma Tiana and Grandpa Naveen. They own their own Restaurant there." They all exchanged looks.

"And if the swamp is real," He thought about the man in his dream, "Rachael's in trouble. We have to leave now.

"Then its settled," Optimus declared, "Sari, bring you key just in case. Autobots we're going to Louisiana.

Tiana's Place was overflowing with customers –as usual. They may have been 70 years old, But Tiana and Naveen kept their place running. They hired some extra hands to help out and made home deliveries. Their new delivery girl was ever so expedient at her job they thought she was the god of speed. "Grandma, Grandpa I'm back." Rachael announced in the back kitchen. She was wearing a single strap black and tummy top, blue hip hugging pant and the usual gloves and boots, and….her hair was brown?

Tiana and Naveen were cooking, "Hello there Rachael," Naveen greeted. "How was the delivery making?"

"Old man Jenkins ten year old son wanted to date me," She quipped.

"So it was a good day. When do we plan the wedding?" he laughed. Rachael nudged him. And went to check the bulletin board for more deliveries. "So are you excited?"

"About dancing at Mardi Gra?" she grabbed an apple, "You bet I am. And I'm even more excited about dancing with Xavier. "She held the apple as if it was the man's face, "Maybe we'll do more than just touch hands tonight."

"Hey, hey," He plopped the spoon in the gumbo, "I know you're seventeen but you ain't ready for-"

"I meant kiss me Granddad." She kissed the apple to prove her point. Then took a bite.

"Ahem," He cleared his throat embarrassingly, "That aside…that's not what I meant. Sari is coming to visit." Rachael dropped the apple. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah – yeah," she choked, "Sure, I can't wait to see her." she picked up the apple and continued eating it.

"From the sounds of it, she's bringing friends." Rachael choked on the apple. Naveen went over to help her. Rachael waved a hand, letting him know it was alright and ran outside. She caught her breath in the alley way. Edging her way down she hid behind a trash can. "Faci, where are you?" he shadow distorted and out came the ever charismatic Dr. Facilier. Well some of him. He was more like a specter. "How you doin Chère?" (Not sure how to spell)

"Never mind that," She spat, "My cousin and her friends have just arrived here in New Orleans."

"So?" he shrugged.

"They're giant robots. Robots that will find some way to track me down and I don't want that."

"You know that demon half of yours is sitting around with nothing occupying it?" he blinked his eyes, ignoring her statement.

"It's yours, only after you get rid of the bots. I don't want any robots in New Orleans." She marched off into the restaurant. Facilier rubbed his ghostly hands together. "No robots huh? Fine, there won't be robots," he phased through the building s and came to his shop. He saw the lifeless form of Rachael's demon half sitting in a chair. He possessed it, changing his form into Jafar. "Then allow me to cast a spell, the likes of which nobody has ever seen." He laughed.

(I'm using Jafar because he's my favorite who'd be perfect at Mardi Gra)

Later that night, "GRANDMA AND GRANDPA," Sari burst through the doors of their home and landed in their arms.

"Sari Sumdac look at how you've grown," Tiana marveled.

"You looking more and more like a princess each time," Naveen commented. He kissed her on the forehead. "Where are these friends you told us about?"

"They….went to Mardi Gra early; something about getting good seats for the Parade." She lied. "Where's Rachael?"

"She went to Mardi Gra early as well," Tiana answered, "She's dancing in the end celebration. This year is a dance contest. The winners are the Prince and Princess of Mardi Gra."

"How could I forget?" Sari cursed herself, "She loves dancing."

"Hey, how about we go together," Naveen suggested, "We can surprise Rachael."

"Believe me grandpa," she mumbled, "She will be surprised."

The Mardi Gra Parade was nearly over. The people were drunk, full of food, and happy as can be. The roar of the crowd could be heard for miles. They should know, one of the Cajuns wrote a complaint.

The dancers were getting ready for the contest that would happen in the square. Sari told her Grandparents that she was going to go get something to eat and disappeared around a corner.

"She'll be dancing?" Bumblebee asked with skepticism.

"Yeah, she loves to dance. In fact she won her school talent show by doing the tango with an old friend of hers."

"We'll stick to the shadows," Prowl said, "But I can't wait to see her dance." he said it with such hope, Sari almost cried.

The crowd was getting fired up. "Okay, the dancing's about to start. I'll see you guys later." Sari dashed off. Prowl began to mumble to himself. "You say something Prowl?" Optimus asked.

"Huh – no." He lied, "Let's watch."

Many dancers from far and wide; all nationalities who deemed the top dancers were there. Spain, Argentina, Russia and many, many more. On the main float was Charlotte Le'Bouf. "Alright Yall, it's time for the final dancers of the Mardi Gra celebration. He's a Taekwondo champion; he bakes his own cookies, and has his own Harley – Ladies and Gentlemen Xavier Mendoza." From one building came a boy with long black hair and glasses, and he wore a sleek black suit.

"Now this little lady is a one girl fighting machine. She works at Tiana's Place as one of the most efficient delivery girls, and she looks hot in red – give it up for Tanya Sumdac." Tanya came from another building. She wore a red fluttery dress that came to her fingertips. She wore red high heel shoes. The bots were thrown off by the Brown hair. But Prowls jaw nearly dropped. Damn, he thought.

"Careful Prowl or you'll start drooling," Bumblebee quipped. He slapped Prowls mouth shut.

"Now help me introduce the Gypsie kings." The crowd's cries of praise echoed throughout all of New Orleans.

Gypsie Kings

Hay un amigo en mi

Toy Story 3

(if you saw Toy story 3, then the dance these two do will be like Jesse and Buzz's dance)

Hay un amigo en mi,

Hay un amigo en mi.

Cuando salgas a volar,

Hay un amigo an mi.

Si un amigo en mi.

Hay un amigo en mi.

She dances so gracefully, Prowl gawked. The way her hair flows in the breeze as she twirls, her flawless skin. He slapped himself, coming back to reality.

Hay un amigo en mi,

Hay un amigo en mi.

Cuando salgas a volar,

Hay un amigo en mi.

Si un amigo en mi.

Hay un amigo en mi.

The music ended and the crowd went crazy. Prowl would have done the same, but he had to keep himself hidden.

"Alright Yall, it's time to announce the winners," She opened an envelope, "In third place is Anastasia and Demetrius of Russia." Then came another, "Taking second place is Julia and Jose of Argentina." It was the final envelope, "And finally, the first place winners and your new Prince and Princess of Mardi Gra are," everyone was holding their breath. Prowl crossed his fingers, "Xavier and Rachael of Louisiana," the entire of Louisiana broke the sound barrier. They went to claim their trophies. Xavier took Rachael in his arms and connected his lips with hers. The crowd went wild. Prowl however became discouraged. He turned and left.

Rachael, for a mere fraction of a second felt something, and looked to where the bots were supposed to be hiding. She went back to Xavier, but her heart wasn't in the hug she gave him. Sari watched as Prowl left. She told her grandparents that she'd be back. "Alright yall, it is now midnight which means the Wednesday celebrating is over. Come back tomorrow for more dancing and a bit of medieval fun. See yall tomorrow."

"PROWL," Sari called. Prowl stopped, his head dropped. "Prowl I'm sure there's a reason why –

"Oh I know the reason," he growled, "Unless I'm human I can never be with her." the venom in his voice touched his friends, "She and i….lets go home."

"But-" Bulkhead started.

"NO BUTS. You saw her; she loves that Xavier human – not me."

"My, my," came a British voice, "Sounds like you have a problem my mechanical friend." They all looked on a fire escape and saw a man wearing a turban.

"Who are you?" Sari asked with suspicion. Prowl cocked an eyebrow, his voice….

He jumped down, "I'm just a supernatural being lending another supernatural being a hand." He bowed.

"What's so supernatural about you?" Ratchet questioned.

"Not sure," he said, only he was on bulkheads shoulder, "There are many ways," he snapped his fingers and Sari was in his arms, "That I'm considered supernatural."

"Okay, I'll admit it," Optimus said, "I'm impressed." Everyone nodded their heads. The man put Sari down and poofed back to the ground. "So how do you think you can help?"

"My friend, as one versed in the arcane I can not only help him, but all of yall." He pulled out some powder and sprinkled it on the ground. Human forms of the bots stood before them. (Humans from human error) "With just a little hoodoo, and some voodoo," he had little chips of their armor plating in his hand. The bots checked themselves and saw nick's in the armor. "I can change yall human in an instant."

"Thank you for the offer," Prowl sad apprehensively, "But I'm afraid I must decline." He strained his face at Optimus, getting him to back him up.

"He's right. We should be going." They began to walk away. The turban man pointed a piece of prowl towards Rachael's direction. It started to glow hot pink. "You that girl don't ya," the bots stopped walking. Prowl turned. "You want to….spend the rest of your life with her. You want to drop down on your knees and confess your love to her. There's just one small problem – she's human, you're a machine." Prowl dropped his head, "well….now she's human." The man smiled. They're eyes widened.

Sari went back around the corner and analyzed Rachael. "I knew something was different," she struck, "He hair is brown again – her natural color before my dad's experiment."

"That's right. And with a little magic, I can do the same for you." Prowl and Optimus cocked eyebrows, and the others stared skeptically, "Think about it – you'll be able to walk around town, not draw attention to yourself," he put a hand on prowl leg, "And you can claim your woman." Prowl drew his leg back, "And the only thing I get – is to enjoy the end of Mardi Gra on Friday. So, do we have ourselves a deal?" he held out his hand.

"RACHAEL," Sari shouted.

"Sari," she hugged Sari, swinging her around, "What are you doing here?"

"Some old friends wanted to see you." Sari turned to the door and entered same familiar looking humans. Rachael's eyes went as wide as they could go. The friends smiled nervously. "Rachael who are they?" Naveen asked

"Oh I'm sorry," she snapped back, "Grandma, Granddad this is Billy," she went to bumblebee, "His brother Brian," that was bulkhead, "Their cousin Peter," she glared at Prowl, "This is Peter's dad Randy," Ratchet waved, "And his Brother Oliver." Optimus bowed a little. "They're friends of Uncle Isaacs."

"It's lovely to meet all of you." Tiana greeted.

"The pleasure is ours Mrs. Maldonia." Optimus said.

"Oh please call me Tiana."

"And call me Naveen. We're all friends here."

"Now that we're all acquainted, How about I make some gumbo?"

"That would be nice," Prowl said removing his glasses and helmet. Underneath he had brown hair and blue eyes.

"I think I'll pass," Rachael went up the stairs.

"You okay darling," Naveen asked.

"Yeah, I'm just not feeling well," she directed the comment to Prowl, "I'm going to turn in."

"Pleasant dreams sweetie," Tiana wished.

Only when this nightmare is over. She spat mentally. She went to her room, closing it gently. She opened her window, "I know you're there." She called. And appeared Facilier in Rachael's demon body. He was dressed in a skirt and halter top. "I'm really enjoying this body. Did you ever consider being a swim suit model?"

"Did you ever consider doing what I asked?" Facilier shook his head, not understanding, "The bots are downstairs and they're human – I told you to get rid of them."

"No," He put a finger on her lips, "you said you didn't want robots in Louisiana. They are now no robots."

"Faci…" she growled.

"Hey, hey chill out girl. This will all be over on Friday." He assured her. She pulled her hair back in frustration, "Trust me," he ran a hand through her hair, "by Friday's end you won't have to worry about anything ever again."

Bum, bum, bum, bum

Are you ready?

For the next chapter.

If you're not,

Don't blame me.

You can blame my thoughts that are in my miiinnd.