Author's Note: Been exhausted lately. Gah! *headdesk multiple times*

Okay guys riddle me this: I got a History paper back today that I got a C+ on. The teacher marked me down for using too many commas. Commas... Do you think I use too many commas? *pouty lip*

Disclaimer: C'mon. Do you really think that I'd delude myself into thinking that I own this stuff? I just mess with the characters. Plots and OCs are mine tho, in all their glory.

John dropped her off at the lab, leaving the engineer to stare at the door, trying to gather her wits. Autobots. On the other side of the door. Waiting. For... Whatever they were waiting for.

"Okay, deep breath, in and out, in and out." She filled her chest with air, tried to gather all her anxiety into her lungs, and breathed out pushing the anxiety out with it.

Then she knocked.

After a pause, an amazingly cheery voice answered "Come in!"

She walked in, hesitantly. Just in side the door was Jazz, peering down at her. He was nearly bent in half, hands on his knees to

"Wow! You're the first one to knock an' everythin'!"

Elizabeth slipped through the door. "What you you mean?"

"Well, yah see." Jazz said as he sat against the wall near the door. "Whenever someone came over to 'check on us' over da night, dey would jus' barge in like dey own da place. Scared Ironhide out of his diodes, da firs' time dey did it." Jazz snickered, earning a glare from the older warrior, who sat on the other side of the room watching over a recharging Prime.

Elizabeth glanced around the room. She noted that most of the Autobots had assumed similar positions to Jazz along the wall. All except Sunstreaker, who stood and leaned against the wall near his twin.

"Ah..." All eyes-optics turned to her. She gulped. Having fifteen giant alien robots stare at you was really unnerving. "The.. The General said he wanted to talk to Prime today..."

Ironhide glanced down at his leader, still deep in recharge, leaning slightly on his shoulder. The bodyguard grunted and stood up suddenly. With a very undignified squawk of surprise (complete with slightly flailing limbs) the Bearer of the Matrix fell to the floor in a heap, making it shake with his weight. Once Prime had oriented himself his optics darkened in an unmistakable glare at his friend. His only response was "The human wants ta talk to yah." before Ironhide stalked off.

Elizabeth shifted nervously when the Prime looked at her from his less than dignified position on the floor. She held her computer bag in front of her with both hands, having to have something between her and Optimus Prime's stare. Something prodded her back in between her shoulder blades making her stumble forward.

Looking behind her showed Jazz, huge grin plastered on his face, hand still outstretched from when he had poked her. "Go on, yah want ta talk ta him, righ'?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Then go!" He exclaimed.

When she had turned around again, Prime was sitting up again, one leg bent and up, an arm draped over it. She approached as quickly as she could, eyes still on the ground, acutely aware of the stares from the other beings in the room.

Seeing her discomfort, Prime called out "Autobots! As you were." They all promptly started conversations with whoever was sitting next to them (all except for Sunstreaker, who rolled his optics and glared disdainfully at the opposite wall).

"You wished to speak to me?" He asked, politely and quietly once the young woman was in front of him.

"Uh, yeah and no. I wanted to talk to you 'cause someone else-the General-wanted to talk to you..." Elizabeth avoided his optics as she said that.

The Prime frowned. "Who is 'the General'?"

"Uh..." She frowned slightly as well. "I'm not exactly sure... I guess he's my superior officer in a way... General Kwaaz..."

"Hmmm..." He hummed thoughtfully. Just then the door opened. Jazz was right, they didn't knock and it startled a few mechs to their feet.

"The General wants to... talk with it now." A crisp looking soldier announced, nose raised slightly in contempt. Elizabeth glanced at Prime and he nodded slightly, standing to his full height to leave.

Oh, my ever loving god, I'm sorry, it happened again. The part that I thought was going to be short and sweet took over the entire chapter. But I can promise you, action next chap. There is nothing more to distract me. (damn my want to be descriptive! *shakey fist*)

... I completely understand if you wish to yell at me... *cringes*