Chapter Nine

"Good morning, Red Alert." A cheery Sam said as she walked into the security room.

Red Alert look at the human female suspiciously, why was she so happy all of a sudden? Normally when she came to see him she would have a slight look of annoyance on her face, this sudden cheeriness was not at all right. "What have you done? Why are you so 'happy'? You've found a way to take us down haven't you!" he began rambling as all sorts of bad scenarios began playing in his mind.

"Huh? Hey, calm down there, Red Alert. All I said was hello."

"You're 'happy'. You're never this 'happy' when you come to see me." The Lamborghini said growing more suspicious by the minute.

Sam chuckled, "Oh, is that all." She started to laugh then seeing it only made him worse she held it back. "The reason I'm 'happy' as you so quaintly put it. Is that I believe I found a solution to our problem." Upon seeing the mech just stared at her she continued on. "I've found some…how shall I put this…security holes that you might want to address…" she took a small notepad from her pocket but before she had a chance to open it she heard a 'thunk' and was surprised to see the mech offline on the floor. "Red Alert?"

Jazz was talking to Ratchet about what had happened last night when they heard shouting from outside and suddenly Sam came flying in looking slightly distressed. "….RATCHET! RATCHET! RATCHET!" she was so busy concentring on calling the medic's name and heading for the medbay that she didn't realise where she was there until she ran into the medic's foot, falling back on her arse. "Ow. I really gotta stop doing that. It hurts too damn much."

Jazz couldn't help but chuckle at the females comment. "Would help if ya looked where ya were goin'." He joked.

"Less painful too." She said as she started to get up.

"What's wrong, Sam?" Ratchet asked, wondering why she had been shouting his name. "I thought you were sorting things out with Red Alert." He gave the Porsche a stern look upon hearing the sudden chuckle.

The brown haired female suddenly became distressed again at hearing the white and red Lamborghini's name. "I'msorryididn'tmeanitidon'tknowwhathappenedwewerejusttalking…welliwasmainlytalkingandsuddenlyheandiand…"

"Whoa, slow down there, Sam." Jazz said

"What didn't you mean to do?" Ratchet asked curiously.

"I'm not really sure…I…he…just come." She said running back out.

The two Autobots began to follow only to hear someone outside the medbay ask "You okay there, Sam?" they walked out to see Sam on the floor in front of Smokescreen's foot, the female had obviously just ran into him. Ratchet sighed and shook his head, while Jazz couldn't help but smile.

"Perhaps, Sam," Ratchet began as he picked the woman up and placed her on his hand. "It would be safer for you if I took there." The woman looked embarrassed giving a small nod as they continued on their way.

As they arrived in the security room they saw Red Alert offline on the floor. Ratchet handed the female to Jazz and went to checkout the fallen mech.

"That must've been one heck of a conversation ya were havin', Sam." The Porsche joked.

Ratchet stood and turned to both of them, the offlined mech in his arms. "What exactly did you say to Red Alert, Sam?" he asked curiously annoyed.

"All I said was I thought found a solution to our problem." She replied innocently.

"Which was?" Jazz asked curious.

The woman shrugged, "I told him I found some security holes that he might want to address. That's all."

Ratchet stared at her both annoyed and amused while Jazz chuckled at the situation the human had unknowingly caused.