For those who haven't guessed it by now or just don't know, yes it is the same Alice that attacked Sam in ROTF. I know she's supposed to be attacking Sam and killed but don't worry, she'll get there.

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"'Bee's Radio."

"Talking."

"Thoughts."

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-Squid:)

I didn't know what it was about Alice that creeped me the frag out. It might have been her stealth or the way she kept watching me. Then again i was someone she didn't know and it was only our second day of being rookies together. Still, she scares the shit outta me especially when she always does that disappearing act 'Bee always did with his holoform... Could she be—Naah. Anyways, back to her creepiness. She'd been acting weird since yesterday after I set up my half of the room and and gotten my schedule. I swear the chick was watching me.

I walked through the halls carrying my easel and art bin in my hands when I noticed Alice silently prancing behind me. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, I kept telling myself. She ain't following you. Just to test my thought process to reassure myself I wasn't becoming my mother and that Alice wasn't stalking me, I decided to go down random halls attempting to lose her. She followed me down every single one wearing a small smirk as if she knew I knew she's following me. Well, then again I made it pretty obvious because I was practically tittering down the hall at the fastest rate heels could allow. Trying to dispel my trepidation, I took the short route back to my dorm room and advised myself to take a nice and hot shower to wash away the tension—well not before checking to see if Alice was there, which she wasn't. Thank God. I cleansed my body with my vanilla scented body wash and hopped out throwing on a pair sweats and a baggy T-shirt. I nearly got the scare of my life when I finished pulling my shirt over my head.

Alice smiled sweetly at me. "Why'd you run away so fast? I just wanted to chat."

"Er, okay," I shrugged awkwardly, "what's up?"

"You know Sam Witwicky, right?" How did she know Sam? And how'd she know I know him?

"Yeah, why?" Her eyes twinkled with something mysterious, almost sinister.

"Oh nothing. I'm just gonna pay him a little visit at his school—after I'm done with you that is," she spoke calmly looking at her nail bids.

"What're you—" I stopped cold hearing the familiar whirring, clicking, and the sound of metal scraping against each other echoed around the room. Alice's eyes blazed with an electric blue when a growled emitted from her now shifting mouth. Her body transformed from the chest on out. I screamed about to bolt when a metallic five foot tongue serpentined out her mouth and snaked across my ankle. It tripped me still wrapped tightly around my ankle and raised me upside down. It snarled with a glower and with a flick of it's tongue tossed me out my bedroom window. It's a good thing it had it open. I ended up banging my arm on the window sill and then flopping into a skid as I hit the grass out side. I groaned feeling the scrapes along my arms. The metal heels of the Decepticon femme clicked on the ground towards me and I felt her cold finger clench my face. She sneered before a blow to the back of my head caused me to blackout.

…

Ah crap. My arms and head burned with agony. I could feel a steady bruise there without even bothering to use me hands. Speaking of hands, why couldn't I move them? I tried moving them and felt my arms and hands bound behind my back as my body dragged across the grass. Alice had transformed back into her alt human form with one hand holding the wire tied around my feet. I turned my face in all directions to see where she was taking me. I was still at the school but at the more secluded areas. A black and white police cruiser sat near the curb of the street. I barely made out the inscription 'To Punish and Enslave' on the side of the cop car. "Decepticon," I murmured feeling anxiety creep into my veins.

"Quiet," Alice hissed. She snatched me up in a blink of an eye and slammed my head into the side of the vehicle. I cried out feeling the bruise cut my forehead as my vision spotted and blood trickled down the side of my face. She tossed me into the backseat without a second thought and jumped in the driver's seat of the cruiser. She floored it. My body tumbled to the floor as the feeling of consciousness slipped away from me.

…

My eyes bleared when they cracked open, staring at the black ceiling. I could tell I was still in the rear of the car by the occasionally bumps I'm the ride. I found it really hard to concentrate on the movement of what was passing by outside so I focused on the murmurings of Alice and the car's conversation.

"...word on Megatron's revival," Alice, I think, asked. My hearing kept going in and out.

"...that as we speak. Soundwave..." the sinister dark voice must've belonged to the car.

"Any word on Sam Witwicky?"

"Still...of their..."

"He...has the map. Star...need to...him."

The conversation didn't make much sense to me. I kew they needed Sam and it had something to do with Megatron. My mind had a hard time trying to say awake as it tried putting things together.

…

"...holoform and human project have been a success." A loud and scratchy voice aroused me from my unconscious state. Woozily, I opened my eyes. I almost screamed I figured I was dangling upside-down mid air. A metal hand had clasped its way around my body tightly and kept jerking its hand back and forth as it talked.

"You created more hatchlings without the use of the Allspark?" I recognized it as the cop car's voice. I could barely make out his black spiked feet. "How's that even possible?"

"After duplicating the holoform plans from the Autobot scum medical officer, Ratchet," my new captor started, "I used holoforms and the insects as incubators. The holoforms act as applicator even though they're simply bio-organic projections because Cybertronians are much larger in comparison to the little squishies. Over these past two years it's finally been perfected after many trials. I was able to build up an army of few hatchlings."

I held in a gasp of horror. They'd been using human females as guinea pigs. They'd been raping them and impregnating them to create their own army. But why? And what did this have to do with me? "What about the hatchlings on Cybertron? And how does breeding an army of half alien beings help us," the cruiser growled. The sound of metal smacking against metal echoed throughout the—wait where am I?

"They won't survive without energon and unless the energon source isn't found soon they won't for long. With our army helping Megatron, everything will be at our mercy. And don't worry about the offspring. I observed that they are born as fleshlings, but within a matter of agonizing days, they transform themselves into full fledged sparklings. Within a week the mature to an average sized Decepticon with the help other comrades."

"What's Megatron going to say when he hears about this, Starscream?"

Starscream snarled menacingly. "As your superior, you won't speak of this to Megatron. He is not here right now! That's make me the one in charge here—" he paused, "isn't that right, human?"

My stomach felt like it flew into my throat when the Decepticon raised me, flipped me right side up, brought to his face. His diamond shaped head tilted in my direction as I got a full view of him and Barricade. Starscream looked like an angry dorito chip that went bad. He must be some kinda plane or jet. Barricade looked like a black and white robot with a spiked head. "Answer me, human!"

"Uh, yes?" I stammered.

"See the insect knows when it's in the presence of great power!"

"Or maybe she doesn't want you to kill her," Barricade growled moving about the warehouse.

"Um, what do you want with me?" I whispered trying to jeep the fear out my voice.

He ignored me. "What have you heard fleshy? And don't lie or you'll regret it."

"You guys kept talking about- about incubating women," I breathed out as his fist closed around me a bit. "But what does that have to do with me?"

"Those Autobot idiots and the boy think they can destroy our leader and not have consequences. My plan is in motion once we start with the procedure starting you."

"What'd you mean 'with me'?"

"The scum will surrender in trade for your life. The boy'll be dead once we have what we need."

"Or what?" I dared.

"Simple. We'll kill you or keep you as a specimen for more tests."

"You can't do that!" I cried indignantly.

"Watch me."

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I couldn't remember when I blackout again. I did remember the last I wasn't inside a cockpit slumped against the interior walls of a plane. Staggering to my feet, I leaned against the window. I wasn't in the same warehouse as last time. A screeching chattering noise murmured from inside the pit when the revived and truly terrifying Megatron came into view. I must be in Starscream's chest. Megatron had been pinching Sam's arms between his fingers as he laid out on a block withering. Starscream's chest rattled as the ground got away from us. Booster jets popped and ignited letting him hover over everyone: Megatron, Sam, the little shrimp bot sticking from Sam's nose, and—

"Mikaela!" I yelled for her pounding on the window shield. Mikaela reared back on the stairway—where she and another guy stood at the railings watching Sam's torture in horror—at the sound of my voice searching frantically before she spotted me beating on the Decepticon's pit window.

"Dahlia," Mikaela shrieked as rubble crashed down around them. From the domed part of the cockpit, I could see something large had crashed through the roof of the abandoned building and knocked Megatron out the way. I was almost happy when I saw Optimus's blue and red-orange flamed foot. Well, that is until I noticed it was intent of kicking the crap out of Starscream. The sharp edge of his big toe shattered the the window protecting me and sent Starscream flying a few feet. I yelped as my back cracked in half over the back over the chair. That's gonna leave a bruise in the morning.

I groaned and climbed out the open cockpit figuring out how to get down a thirty five foot alien robot. Starscream picked himself causing me to vault out his chest and crash onto the floor. I landed on the balls of my feet hoping to blunt the pain. Didn't work a bit. A sharp tinge ran up my shins. I braced myself on the ground as the fight continued around me wishing wouldn't get stepped on. Mikaela's manicured hand touched my shoulder as her body came into view. Another hand, a tanner one, grasped my hand and an arm wrapped around my waist. I glanced at boy who hoisted me up from the ground and helped me sling one arm over his shoulder.

"Thank you," I murmured trying to keep up when he began running with me in his arms. He nodded giving me a small smile and continued.

"Fuck," I cursed loudly collapsing once we made it outside. My shins felt like they'd been through hell and back.

"'Lia!" Mikaela wrapped her arms around my waist trying to lift me up like ole boy did. "Dahlia, you have to get up! 'Bee's right here. Get up!"

I nodded limping over to the yellow and black Camero I'd been longing to see. The back seat popped open for me. Ole boy, that's the name I gave him, helped me into the backseat. 'Bee's engine roared loudly startling the boy and making Mikaela and I smile, despite my injury. My boyfriend—yes he is still mine—sped off following the rest of the Autobots. He didn't get far before Barricade hastily accelerated next to us and rammed into my side of the car denting the door and forcing it to open. I yelled as 'Bee swerved. The momentum of it tossed me out the open door and into the waiting clutches of the Decepticon. "Come here!" It growled. Bumblebee skidded to halt dumping Mikaela and ole boy on the tarred pavement and transformed mid-skid. I wailed and flailed my arms grappling at the metal hand crushing me. 'Bee stared horrified and started charging after the cop car.

"Bumblebee!"

A/N: and the fighting begins! I hope I didn't do it too over the top with Starscream and all. I think the idea could work sorta.

But anywho, I know you liked it right? *raises eyebrows up and down* Right? Yeah! Just nod and hit that review button or else you get the spork! It got its spokes (ya know the part of a spork where it looks like a mini fork? yeah those. I don't know what they're called so let's call 'em that!) sharpened to a dull point.

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Peace out,

-Squid:)