Disclaimer: If I owned Hasbro the only ting they would produce anymore would be action figures of Nikki and Ratchet.

"Why do the bad things always happen to me?" I whisper into my knees. "I mean, giant robots aren't a bad thing- what I've always dreamed of- but what they come with... I don't like bringing up old pains. I suppose that the worst thing I could do would be talking to someone, but to whom? Miko would laugh, Raf is too young... and Jack." I sigh, my eyes become blurry. "... Jack..."

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I wake up on the greasy yellow couch in the Autobot's base. Ratchet glances at me, concern evident on his face. "What?" He shakes his head. "What?" He glares. "What?"

"Nothing."

"WHAT?"

"Nothing!"

I sit back and smirk, having realized that there might be a softer side to the Autobot medic. Mrs. Darby's car pulls up, coughing out three teenagers and a tired mom. I rub my eyes and sit up straighter, knowing that one of my friends will ask what's going on. I flick on the TV and turn to a monster truck rally as Miko climbs the ladder.

"What's up, dude? Ooo, monster trucks! Cool!" She jumps onto the couch with me and cringes as the trucks run over the tiny cars.

"Will you keep it down?" The Ratchet I know is back, and grumpy as ever.

"Yeah, yeah." Miko cranks up the volume and sits back.

"Miko." Mrs. Darby appears in front of the TV, hands on her hips. She sighs and turns the volume back down. "Thank you."