I LIIIIIVE! I'm back, and I brought a nice fat PLACE chapter with me. :)

So, here we go! Decepticons, ho!

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Shockwave nodded. "Aye. Glad you see you're with us again."
"YAAAAAAHR!" A small, spidery-legged bot with bugging blue optics, and what appeared to be spectacles on its face leaped onto Shockwave's head holding a wrench of some kind, and proceeded to hit Shockwave over the head with it again and again .
"AGH! Doctor, bugger it! Get off me!" Shockwave shook his head, reached up to grab the Doctor, but couldn't as the Doctor kept moving, and hitting the offending hands that Shockwave tried to grab him with.
Amy stared in amused horror at the little creature beating Shockwave over the head.
"Reest! Reest! Reest! Reest!" The Doctor chanted.
Shockwave stumbled into the room he had come out of rather unceremoniously. The Doctor threw the wrench at the scientist for good measure, back-flipped off Shockwave's head, kicked a door lock button, and landed on the tool tray to Amy's right.
Amy jumped when the Doctor landed. Close up The Doctor had little crab hands, and scuttled to get a closer look at the now standing femme. He blinked his big, bulging optics at her, tilted his head then snarled something.
"Vikterrr Segma." The bugging blue optics pushed into Blazer's face as spectacles flipped over them to get a better look at the femme.
Amy blinked optic casings at The Doctor, but didn't speak. He snuffled something the femme didn't understand then scuttled down her arm, and across the repair station Amy had just been laying on.
The red-orange femme looked at the door then at The Doctor then took a step to the exit. The crab bot made no move to stop Amy, and in a few steps she was out the door.
"Woah!" Starscream grabbed Amy as she nearly fell down pushing past him. "Hey." He held onto her waist with one arm, and stared at the femme.
Amy felt the pit of whatever was inside her turn in knots as the mech's blue gaze considered her in wonder. "Let go of me...please." She forced out with intended politeness through clenched dentals.
Starscream righted the femme, his optics feigning disinterest. "You're welcome." he scoffed. "Not like you almost crushed me, or nothin'."
Amy took a step back away from the mech, and gave him a once over. He had a white head, gray face, and wide, black jet wings with red Decepticon symbols on them, and a light blue stripe following the line of the wing, light blue shoulders, chest, and torso, black upper arms, orange forearms, and hands, black legs with white bits on the knee, orange rectangles on the shin, and orange and black feet with jet engines as heels.
"This is too weird." Amy rubbed her optics with her hands, and tried to think about something relatively normal.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Starscream snorted. "Here I saved your life, and I don't even get a thank you." He rolled his blue optics. The mech turned to leave, muttering in Cybertronian.
"Wait." Amy reached out, and grabbed his arm, or rather a well-hidden blaster attached to, and the same color as, his upper arm. "I..." she looked at the weapon, and it folded into his armor right before her optics. "I'm just..."
Starscream let out a martyred sigh.
"I'm sorry." Amy finally said with a frown. "I just...I've been through a rough spot." she took her hand off Starscream's arm, and laced the fingers of her hands behind her head. "I am grateful, for you rescuing me, though..." She took a deep breath through her vents. "I think it's still sinking in that I needed saving."
Starscream watched her for a moment, and in that moment something flashed in his optics. Pity? Remorse? Amy couldn't tell, and it didn't bother her enough to think hard about it.
"Don't." Starscream frowned.
One optic ridge arched on the femme's faceplate. "I'm trying my damndest to thank you." She said without looking at the mech.
"Yeah, well," Starscream flicked a hand as he started away again. "Don't force yourself."
"Hey!" Amy shouted. "You're the one who was all like, You didn't even thank me." she mocked his voice. "So I am, and now you say don't?"
Starscream turned right around, and got in Amy's face faster than she could gasp. "Look, whatever-you-are, I dunno what your glitch is, but something ain't right about you, and alls I can tell is you have somethin' against Decepticons, so don't do me any favors by thanking me. I was just making conversation, but I can see that's totally lost on you, so forget I brought it up, okay?"
Amy wanted to smack Starscream. She had already been through enough, what with seeing the bots she knew and loved leaving her in the hands of Ratchet the sadistic torture-bot. Literally. Coolant pricked her optics as everything came crashing down on her all-at-once. "So you think I have a problem? I have good reason! How would YOU like to be transported to another dimension, where all your friends are evil, and your enemies save your life! It'd be pretty confusing, wouldn't it? It might even scare you! so back off, if I have a problem with Decepticons, I have every RIGHT to! THEY tried to kill me on a NUMBER of occasions. It might not be YOU specifically, but you're enough to make me want to run SCREAMING, right OUT of here!" With that, she turned on her heel, and stormed back to what she hoped was the safer confines of The Doctor's medical bay. At least there, Amy thought, I can try and get some sleep.
There were a lot of things for Amy to stress over, and cry out. Homesickness, wanting to see Jazz, to see her children, being told she was a Prime, with so much expectation on her shoulders. She wanted her human life back, her human name, and Trigger. She was now on a strange world, with good Decepticons, and sadistic copies of the Autobots. Amy couldn't help but think about the look the other Ratchet had given her, so indifferent, calculating, as if to say - How long will THIS one last? And Ironhide...the femme shuddered so hard the berth beneath her shuddered, too.
A pointed leg brushed the wire bundle laying haphazardly across her left cheek, and made it hang over her right shoulder. It was a comforting touch, a friendly gesture of ' you'll be alright, now stop crying'.
Amy slowly turned her head, and saw five blue optics in a V-line with four more in a pattern like four dots on a die. It was a giant, dark blue metal spider with black legs, and smaller purple arm-like appendages extending from either side of its small, beak-like mouth.
Amy's shriek scared the poor thing away, up a glowing blue strand of chord.
Amy relaxed as the spider hurried away along the ceiling, its legs making hollow echoes on the metal as it scurried into an adjacent room via an open doorway.
"Oh." Amy felt bad for scaring it, and sat up on the berth. "Wait, I'm sorry." she called softly. Though her optics still stung from tears, she shuffled to the open doorway, and peered in.
There was no main light in the room to speak of. A glowing green flask of something sent its luminescent contents up a tube where it turned blue, and dripped into another flask amidst other chemistry-like odds and ends. A large screen displayed several screens showing security footage of rooms in what Amy assumed to be the Decepticon base. She grimaced, and searched for a light switch. Having found it, she flicked it on, casting a bright, stale light into the room - more of an office.
"DAAEYEEEE!" A bot in the room fell back into a stack of storage crates. "T-TURN IT OFF!" The hoarse voice shouted.
Amy quickly flipped the switch off. "Sorry!" she gasped. "I-I'm looking for someone. It came in here."
The bot's panting could be heard, and then the almost rhythmic clicking of legs just as when the spider bot had been spooked by Amy's shriek, and run away.
"I'm a he, not an it." The spider said.
Amy started. "Sorry."
The spider shook like shaking one's head no. "No, no, you don't have to apologize. Ah-I had it coming." He turned, transformed, and approached the large screen.
Amy started. "What? No, hey, it was my fault. Really. I get scared easily - more so as of late..."
The spider mech turned, stared at the red-orange femme for a moment then turned back to his console. "I thought you didn't want to be here."
Amy looked up. "Hmm? What makes you say that?"
He shrugged. "You were crying, I just assumed, I guess." the screen changed as he tapped away at the console. "Nevermind. What I think doesn't matter."
The femme blinked. "You're...entitled to your opinion." She narrowed one optic at the spider bot's back. She watched him doing - whatever it was - for a few minutes, and made herself comfortable on a crate near where he worked. His robot mode fascinated Amy, and gave her a bit of déjà vu almost. His legs now hung from his back, but still functioned as appendages as he grabbed and set aside manuals of some sort. One leg had a white string wrapped around it, but Amy paid it little mind. he was mostly dark, but his two-pronged feet were bright orange.
They were quiet still as he worked, and she swung her legs idly from where she sat.
"What's your name?" He asked abruptly.
Amy started. "Huh? My name?"
He chuckled. It had a slight hiss to it, but was otherwise relatively pleasant.
"Yes, you." He nodded.
Amy twiddled her fingers then shrugged. "Well, bots call me..." She mulled it over. The name just seemed right. "Blazer." She said.
He considered that answer for a moment then nodded slowly, though his optics looked somewhat suspicious of Amy's answer. Before the bot had a chance to ask, Amy quickly interjected. "What's your name? Must be something cool with all those spidery legs." Déjà vu briefly made Amy shudder. Spidery legs, the way she said it, made her feel like she was forgetting something.
He shifted nervously, glanced at Amy a few times then finally replied. "Tarantulus."
Amy tilted her head then smiled. "I was right. That is a cool name."

Tarantulus fidgeted. "Really?" He asked as he shut down the console, and carried a disk in one hand to the door. He stowed the disk in a subspace pocket, and transformed back into his arachnid alt form. "No one's ever said than before." He muttered, sounding pleased with Amy's compliment.
Amy walked alongside the spider, feeling like something should be wrong, but nothing was, so she didn't worry about it too much. She did notice the white string again as his legs made hollow clopping sounds on the floor, though she still didn't ask about it.
Tarantulus glanced up at the femme at his side. "Why are you following me?" He asked.
"Oh." Amy stopped walking, and looked around. "I don't know." She twiddled her hands, glancing back the way they'd come. "I suppose I should go back and rest, but I'm not particularly tired."
Tarantulus quickly stammered. "Ah-I don't mind...really...It's just, I have work to take care of, and I wouldn't want you to be bored."
Amy smiled. "I don't think I will be, but I wouldn't want to get in your way."
"No, I just...don't want you to be bored." Tarantulus stood ahead of Amy, still in his spider mode, seemingly waiting for her to catch up.
Amy took a step, but hesitated without knowing why. It was as if approaching Tarantulus was wrong - like being near him was dangerous. Amy shook her head. Why would that be?
Tarantulus approached, and at Amy's feet, he hesitantly reached out, recoiled, and reached out again. This time, he touched Amy's leg.
A rush of images Amy almost didn't recognize made the femme leap away from Tarantulus screaming from the sheer unexpectedness of it.
Tarantulus's face, different somehow, with multiple red optics, cackling over her made the femme shake her head as if it would make the image go away.
"What is it?" Tarantulus gasped.
"I don't know!" Amy shrieked. Then she saw Tarantulus as he appeared the day Meisteer killed him. "Meister." She gasped, seeing the image of her daughter disappearing into the matrix. But Meister had come back, Amy could recall it.
"Blazer!" Tarantulus exclaimed.
Amy looked up. "What?" and just like that, the images subsided, leaving Amy less confused, though things about this world were still hazy. "Tarantulus." She said.
"Yes. Are you alright?" The spider-bot asked, reaching out to her again.
"Don't." She raised her hands against the wall. "Don't touch me again." She stood up.
Tarantulus started. "Oh. Are...you were screaming...at me."
"I'm sorry." Amy stood up along the wall. "Things have been weird for me lately. I think touching me triggered something."
Tarantulus looked confused then shook his head, and crawled away a few paces. "I have work to do anyway. You should stay with Soundwave."
"Soundwave?" Amy blinked. The name rang a few a warning bells, but then she reminded herself this was a backwards world, as if someone had shattered everything she knew like so much fragile glass. "Shattered Glass." She murmured.
"What was that?" Tarantulus asked.
"Nothing." Amy shook her head, and quickly followed after Tarantulus.
Tarantulus lead Amy to a door with pounding bass tones behind it. The spider-bot stood off a little. "This door leads to the communications hub. You'll find Soundwave - and his minicons - there. Watch your step, and mind the oil cans."
"Oil cans?" Amy asked, but Tarantulus had crawled up the wall, casting glances back at her as he rounded a corner to the next corridor. She looked back at the door, bit her thumb, and hesitated. "Do I knock?" She asked the empty corridor.
"Gangwaaaaay!" A boisterous voice echoed around the corridor. A metallic white and blue panther ran by with a red and black minicon riding on its back.
"Woah!" Amy dodged the cat bot.
Rounding the corner next was a bird, and a bat. The two flying minicons dodged around the femme, shrieking as they sped down the hall through the now open door.
"Tally-Ho! Tally-Ho!"
Amy blinked. "Tally ho?" she murmured. She turned to leave, and bumped into a white mech rounding the corner.
"Woah little dudette, where's the fire?" The white mech chuckled. He touched her arms, and Amy winced, expecting some kind of wash of memories, or images...or something...but there wasn't. "Where'd you come from? I would have totally remembered a groovy thing such as yourself coming to our righteous home base."
Amy blinked. Did that bot just say righteous and groovy in the same sentence? "Um...well, I haven't been here long, so I suppose you haven't missed much."
"Awesome!" The white mech clapped Amy on the back, and walked her along with him into the command center. "The name's Sir Soundwave, m'lady, or Montroso! The robot horror from the beyond!" He made a great show of waving his arm.
Amy stared at the white mech, optic ridge raised. "Are you serious?"
"Nah, just Sir Soundwave is fine." He laughed.
Amy nodded slowly. So far, Sir Soundwave was the most welcoming of the Deceptcons Amy had met so far. "Okay, sir Soundwave."
-Hi! Can u see me? I'm waving at u from the catwalk!-
Amy looked around to see the origin of the text, and spied the white panther bot crouched on the catwalk, one paw waving excitedly.
-U see me! If I friend request u, will u accept?-
The glee Amy saw all over the panther's face made Amy laugh.
Ravagekitteh has sent you a friend request. Accept/Decline?
"Accept?" Amy said aloud.
The word in her view accept, lit up green for a moment.
You have accepted Ravagekitteh's friend request.
"You know Yatter?" Soundwave asked.
Amy shrugged.
"Best thing since sliced energon." Soundwave winked. "But enough about my crazy cat. Where do you come from? Rumor is you're an escapee from the land of heinous torture."
Soundwave's demeanor made Amy smile, and feel just a little bit at home.

Megatron stood near a console, readouts of varying origin and purpose spread across the screens. Tarantulus hung in arachnid form by the consoles as he explained his findings to the Decepticon leader.
"The data collected by myself and Starscream is inconclusive, but suggests - although minutely that the femme rescued from the Autobot prison may be the source of the takion anomoly."
Megatron nodded. "Through, as usual." He sighed. "So, what does this mean for us?" He folded his arms.
"Well," Tarantulus rubbed his front legs together worriedly. "I don't know, uh, sir, but I can say that Optimus Prime won't simply let her escape, and leave it at that. He craves power, and if Blazer is the source of the anomaly, she is power incarnate."
Megatron's optic ridge pulled together. "Is she a danger to us?"
"No." Tarantulus shook his head. "Takions are time-traveling particles. It won't effect us directly, but they are unstable." The screen changed to a scan of the femme in question's body. "This scan was taken while The Doctor was repairing her. The particles are unstable."
Megatron nodded. "Will the anomaly return?" His expression flinched only slightly from worried to pensive.
"Sir, it isn't simply a question of if the anomaly returns, but when, and where." Tarantulus glanced at the door as Starscream walked in.
Megatron nodded to the second-in-command.
"She is not a danger, sir, but there's nothing we can do except make her comfortable until she leaves." Tarantulus said insistently.
Megatron nodded. "Alright. You can go, Tarantulus."
The spider nodded, and made his way out."
"Starscream." Megatron turned, rubbed blue optics, and leaned against the console. "What did you find out from the Doctor's examination?"
Starscream held out a datapad. "You don't look well, Megatron."
Megtron shook his head. "I'm not. I haven't been recharging well with three of my soldiers extinguished in as many solar cycles, and one in critical condition."
"We all with Shockwave a speedy recovery," Starscream paused. "If he'll sit still long enough to allow The Doctor to heal him."
Megatron nodded at the datapad. "Nothing Tarantulus didn't find out in his scans." He set the datapad aside, and folded his arms. With a calculated expression, he looked up at Starscream. "Who is this femme you brought back from the prison? Does seem genuine to you?"
Starscream allowed himself a small chuckle. "You mean, is she an Autobot in disguise?"
Megatron shifted.
Starscream shook his head slowly. "No, I've seen Autobots impersonate Decepticons. It's awkward to be around them, always irritable, and twitchy - the irritability alone gives them away."
Megatron leaned a leg on the console, half sitting as he rubbed his optics again. "If you please, Starscream."
"Sir." Starscream nodded. "Blazer is sincere, although confused. She is genuinely troubled by the Autobots' and Decepticons' roles in this war, and although we Decepticons are unfortunately accustomed to Autobot cruelty, she is surprised, even traumatized by it."
Megatron nodded. "I can remember the shock when Prime turned on us, but that's old history."
Starscream didn't reply.
Megatron's vents sighed. "Back to the femme. She seem to be adjusting?"
Starscream frowned slightly. "No, not really. Last I saw her in the corridor, she was terrified, and I couldn't get a word in edgewise."
Megatron looked solemn. "That's unfortunate." There was a pause. "Starscream, I'm putting you in charge of her. See that she's comfortable, keep her calm, and above all else, please, make sure she knows that she is among friends."
Starscream nodded. "Of course, sir."

Amy soon found out a favorite pastime of Soundwave and his minicons was "Ravage bowling". A game where low grade oil cans left lying around by Ratbat were stacked up in a pyramid in the middle of floor. Then Frisbee would ensue, but instead of simply catching the disk, Ravage would crash through the pyramid of cans, and cheering ensued.
Ravage crashed through the empty cans, and buzzsaw caught the Frisbee in mid air, shrieking triumphantly.
Amy laughed, and clapped her hands a couple of times. "Way to go, Ravage!"
The white cat bot emerged from the pile of cans shaking her head.
Soundwave wrestled the Frisbee away from Buzzsaw as Amy helped Frenzy stack the cans back up one at a time.
The door opened, and Starscream ducked Buzzsaw as the bird minicon flew overhead still holding the metal Frisbee, its caw something of a cackle as Sir Soundwave chased it down.
"Hey, Buzz, can't keep that up forever!" Sir Soundwave shook his fist as the bird flew up to a rafter, and proceeded to chew the Frisbee. "Hey 'Scream, how's it goin'?" He held up a hand. Starscream slapped it.
"Still going, Soundwave." He leaned against the wall in the communications room proper, and watched the tower be reconstructed.
Soundwave moved to a chair, and popped open a can of oil. "So, my good mech, what brings you on this fine day to the communications hub?" He took a swig.
Starscream folded his arms. "I have a new assignment from Megatron."
"Headin out again?" Soundwave passed the can to Starscream.
Starscream accepted it. "No." He gestured toward Amy with the can. "I'm suppose to take care of her. See she's comfortable, etc." he swigged the can.
Soundwave accepted it as Starscream passed the visco back. "I get it." He grinned. "Helpin' the fine femme get her legs back. Noble of ya, 'Screamer."
"Stop calling me that." Starscream frowned.
Soundwave laughed.
"Come on, Buzzsaw!" Amy clapped her hands, and held her arms out to the bird minicon. "Bring me the Frisbee!"
Sir Soundwave snorted. "Good luck with that, Buzz never..." His words fell flat as Buzzsaw cawed, and dove into the reddish femme's arms. It chirped happily, and rubbed its beak against her then hovered up, and let Amy take the Frisbee.
Starscream looked at Sir Soundwave with smirk. "What was that about Buzzsaw never?"
"Okay, ready?" Amy tossed the Frisbee, and both Ravage and Buzzsaw went after it. Buzzsaw dove, and caught the Frisbee, and Ravage somersaulted into the cans. Amy cheered, and jumped up and down, pumping her fists. "Wooo! Strike, Ravage!"
Starscream shook his head with a smirk. He watched Ravage pounce on cans, and spread them around until all had been successfully toppled. Then his gaze turned to the red/orange femme coaxing the white cat bot toward her. Ravage jumped into the femme's arms, and rubbed her head all over Amy's chin. Then Ravage turned, and waved at Starscream with a subsequent text. Amy turned with Ravage, and waved at Starscream much to Ravage's excitement.
Starscream rolled blue optics, and gave a half-hearted wave back. His commlink beeped, and he replied. "Starscream here."

A silver mech stood just outside the med bay, arms folded as he spoke into his commlink. "This is Sidewipe. Your seeker buddies found Bumblebee shot to scrap dumped on our doorstep." He narrowed red optics at the mech the Doctor and Tarantulus worked to repair.

Starscream looked at Sir Soundwave. "Seekers found Bumblebee dumped in pieces outside the base."
Sir Soundwave started.
"Bumblebee?" Amy gasped. Despite the fact that she knew this Bumblebee wasn't the one she had been torn away from, she felt a need to see him, to know he was alive. Bumblebee hadn't done anything directly to Amy to warrant her dislike of him.
"A trick." said Sir Soundwave. "This whole thing reeks of unrighteous Autobot activity." He swigged the visco, and finished it off.
Starscream nodded slowly. "Sideswipe."

Sideswipe still stood outside the med bay, optics narrowed. "Yeah."

"What exactly am I supposed to do about Bumblebee? Demolisher's head of security around here." Starscream watched Amy as she approached him, holding Ravage.
"Did you say Sideswipe? Sideswipe is here? Isn't he an Autobot?" Amy exclaimed.
Sir Soundwave pulled the femme aside, and explained. "A while back, Sideswipe had a heinous misunderstanding with the 'Bots, so he surrendered to Megatron, and said he wanted to kick Autobot skidplate." The white mech shrugged. "He's been on our side so far."
Amy shook her head slowly. "What else don't I know about you bots?"
"Plenty." Starscream frowned.

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Just before dawn on Cybertron, and Wheeljack sat face-down on a console when Ratchet found him.
"That's enough." The C.M.O. put Wheeljack's takion sensors on auto, and coaxed the half-asleep scientist out of his chair, and into his office where a mostly unused recharge station had been set up. As little as Wheeljack used his office, he went to his quarters even less, so Ratchet had long ago had a recharge station installed just for days like these when Wheeljack was finally out of energon, and crashed.
Wheeljack grunted as the recharge station activated. Ratchet rolled his optics, and let the door close softly behind him. He turned, and surveyed the area, empty oil cans, and an energon thermos were scattered over the floor beneath the console.
The main door opened, and Meister shuffled in, rubbing her arms, and yawning as her systems were still booting up from her recharge.
"Ratchet?" The black and pink femme blinked optic casing a few times to get her sensors paying attention. "What hole you crawl outta?"
Ratchet discarded the oil cans, and closed up the empty thermos. "My office."
Meister approached the C.M.O., and folded her arms. "You been home since this project started?"
"No." Ratchet replied.
Meister nodded. "Uh huh, an' you say 'Jack's the oveh-worked bot." she shook her head. "Momma be ashamed ah you."
Ratchet sighed. "I know." He sat down on a chair, and set the thermos aside. "But I can't make myself stop working. Not until she's home, or there's nothing left to do."
Meister nodded. "Yeh, ah know. I want momma back more n' any bot. Even jus' long enough t' tell 'er ah'm sorry."
Ratchet gave Meister a confused glance. "Sorry? What could you possibly be sorry for?"
Meister sulked. "Not bein' there." she shrugged. "Now ah got mah own little 'uns t' worry about, an' ah I don' even have my momma he'ah t' tell me ah'm screwin' up."
Ratchet patted the femme's shoulder. "You're not screwing up, Meister. Techno, Remix, and Mirror are the three of the most well-behaved -"
"Say what?" Meister snorted.
"Well," Ratchet shrugged. "Maybe not most well-behaved." He chuckled.
"Ah's gonna say, you talkin' 'bout my boys?" Meister shook her head. "Uh uh. Techno spend half his time running 'round screamin', an' Springer close t' cuttin' dat boy down. Remix jus' sit by with 'is daddy readin'." She chuckled. "Mirror love slobberin' on 'er hand, an' das how you know she love ya 'cause she'll wipe it all oveh yer leg." Her vents sighed. " 'cept when it's Roadbusteh." Meister shook her head. "Mirror gotta get t' know somebody else."
Ratchet nodded.
"Like Drift." Meister snorted. "Drift 'least like 'em. Roadbusteh? Not so much."
"How is Drift adjusting?" Ratchet asked.
Meister nodded. "Good. Kup got 'im doin' some'in tho'. I don't ask, Kup don' wanna tell. Yo' name came up tho'."
Ratchet nodded slowly. "Yes, it's a patient of mine. Drift is keeping them out of trouble during their energon purge."
Meister shook her head. "Long as it ain't some'un ah know."
Ratchet hesitated.
Meister turned slowly, and looked at Ratchet. "It ain't some'un ah know, is it?"
Ratchet shook his head. "No, you've never met."
"Don' you lie t' me, Ratchet." Meister frowned.
Ratchet shook his head again. "It's just a patient of mine." He patted, and squeezed Meister's shoulder. "Don't get bent out of shape over it." The C.M.O. stood. "Wheeljack never did sleep long, how 'bout you and this old model go and get more energon because when that scientist wakes up, we'll all be getting back to work repairing his machine."
Meister nodded. "Which remin's me. Ah came he'ah t' tell ya, the wreckeh'll help anyway they can. Wreckin' is our game, but we build, too." She winked.
Ratchet nodded. "Tell Kup I appreciate it, and so will Wheeljack."
Meister turned. "A'ight ol' model." she teased. "See ya in a few megacycles."
"If even that long." Ratchet snorted, casting a glance to Wheeljack's office.
Meister waved as she left Ratchet to the rare silence of the laboratory.
Ratchet sighed. "Your sister is very sick, Meister."
Behind the mechanic, the light in the office flipped on, and the door opened. Wheeljack shuffled out groggily, rubbing his head.
"'Ey, Ratch, how long was I out?" Wheeljack stretched his arms.
Ratchet shook his head. "Barely ten microns."
"Woah, ten microns!" Wheeljack exclaimed. "I musta been really outta it!" He pushed Ratchet aside with no regard, and brought up the schematic of the machine. The blue-print showed red area, which indicated places where repair was needed.
"I'll get us some energon." Ratchet patted the mechanic on the back. "Oh, Kup and the wreckers are going to stop by and help on the large-scale repairs."
"Large scale?" Wheeljack scoffed. "A diode here, a twist there, an' she's good as new!"
Ratchet pointed up. "I'm talking about the building repairs."
Wheeljack looked up at the gaping hole in the ceiling. "Oh, that. Heh." He shrugged. "Forgot about that."
"I'm going to suggest a shaft up to street level, so as to avoid any more unexpected destruction." Ratchet said, and turned.
"That wasn't unexpected." Wheeljack said matter-of-factly as he climbed up a scaffolding to get to a place in need of repair on the machine.
Ratchet sighed, and shook his head. "Of course, silly me." He muttered.

-x-x-x-

Amy woke up, not even realizing she had passed out, or been asleep. She blinked a few times, and sat up from the floor. Rubbing her head, she heard a whistle, and a chuckle.
"Woah, righteous dudette!" Sir Soundwave leaned over a railing. "If you needed to crash, all ya need to do is ask!" He called.
Amy started to stand up, but realized a white cat bot was curled up on her legs. she tilted her head at Ravage, and smiled. "Hey kitty kitty," she brushed Ravage's ear. The cat's white tail swatted the finger. "Okay, seriously." she picked up the white cat, who stayed asleep. Amy shrugged, and propped Ravage against her like holding a cat at home, though a bit bigger, and managed to stand up.
"Pass out much?" Frenzy cackled as he ran by, and climbed up to perch on Soundwave's shoulder. Lazerbeak sidled along the railing just above Amy, head bobbing, watching the femme anxiously like a parrot.
"I got a cure for that." said Ratbat behind Amy, glanced left and right then chugged a can of low grade oil.
Amy stared at the bat for a moment.
"What?" The bat snarled. "I can quit any time!"
Amy shrugged. "So quit."
Ratbat muttered, turned his back on the femme, and opened another can of oil with his teeth.
Sir Soundwave climbed down to ground level. "Ah, don't mind them, Blazer. They're all worried." He swiped at Ratbat's back as he led Amy out of the communications room. Lazerbeak picked Frenzy off of Sir Soundwave's shoulder, dropped the red and black bot then took his place on the white mech's arm.
"Lazerbeak! Two-faced squawking-! I'll show you!" Frenzy ran along the floor, leaping up, and swiping at the bird bot as they walked.
Turned out, Soundwave knew all about Amy, where she was from, how she had gotten here, and so forth.
"I detected that heinous takion pulse. Then voila, mystery femme. Doesn't take a scientist to put the pieces together. That, and the way 'Screamer says Prime wants you so much. Tch. old school deduction, milady." sir Soundwave laughed.
Ravage woke up as Blazer and Sir Soundwave walked and talked, climbed up to Amy's head, and hung there like she'd done before.
"Silly cat." Sir Soundwave snorted.
Amy held up a holoframe she kept all of her pictures in. "This is my friend Moonracer back home."
"I'd like to meet her." Sir Soundwave said appreciatively.
"Down boy, she's taken." Amy shuffled through the pictures.
"And what about you, milady? What fine fellow has captured your spark?" Soundwave asked just as Lazerbeak squawked, pulled down from his arm by Frenzy.
"Oh! Lazerbeak." Amy turned.
"Nah, they're fine." sir Soundwave waved a hand. "So tell me, Blazer babe."
Amy hesitated. "Well," she sighed. "No," she shook her head. "It's complicated."
"Ah, can't have what you want, eh?" Sir Soundwave elbowed Amy gently.
Amy found a picture of Jazz, and held it up. "That's Jazz in my world."
Sir Soundwave nodded. "Looks like a good fellow. Smiles. Jazz here? Not so much. He's all about beatin' ya down, and whatnot, bot thinks he's gotta prove how tough he is."
Amy had no response, just a nondescript facial expression.
A moment of silence passed between them as Amy shuffled through the pictures.
"He's your bot, huh?" Sir Soundwave would've smiled had it not been for his face mask, and visor.
Amy nodded. "Yeah, at least I think he still is." She shrugged. "After Unicron...ah..." She sighed.
Sir Soundwave nodded. "Unicron. Mythos Gigantos. Makes sense though that somethin' that big would make a bigger bang, and send lil' miss Blazer breakin' takion barriers."
Amy shrugged. "I still don't completely understand it."
Sir Soundwave laughed. "Me neither, dudette!"
Amy put the holoframe away. "Soundwave, have you...um..." she twiddled her fingers. "Have you told anyone about me?"
Sir Soundwave paused walking. "No." He looked at Amy. "You want me to?"
Amy shook her head. "No." she said nervously. "I just..." She scratched her head. "Don't know what people would say about it. I mean, the Autobots -"
"Not your 'Bots, Blaze." Sir Soundwave placed a hand on Amy's shoulder. "Not your 'Bots."
Amy let a deep rush of air go through her vents then nodded. "Yeah."
"Soundwave!" Starscream shouted down the corridor.
"Uh oh, Seeker patrol, dudette!" Sir Soundwave worried sarcastically.
Amy laughed.
Starscream caught up them, and frowned at the communications director. "Soundwave, I told you I would be right back. Where are you going?"
Sir Soundwave made a bow at Blazer. "Just giving a righteous femme her due tour of our fair base."
"Whatever." Starscream shook his head. "Get back to the communications lab before you miss something important. The Autobots are still out there, and you being here isn't helping us collapse Blaster's scrambling net!"
"Uh oh, Sir Soundwave." Amy feigned worry. "Better go back to your cell before Starscream has a conniption."
Sir Soundwave laughed. "As the lady wishes." He hopped backward a few steps. "Ravage, you keep your big eyes on the dudette. Rock on, Blazer!" He waved as he turned, and jogged back in the direction of the communications hub.
Blazer waved then frowned at Starscream. "You're a rude one, aren't you?"
Starscream started. "You're plucky. Adjusting I see."
Amy shrugged. "Might as well roll with it." she watched Starscream carefully as he walked along side her, arms clasped behind his back. "I'm gonna be here a while."
Starscream started. "Are you?"
Amy folded her arms. "What? You gonna throw me back to the Autobots?"
On top of Amy's head, Ravage growled.
"No! Of course not!" Starscream exclaimed.
"Well alright then, I'm gonna be here a while." Amy turned, and kept walking.
Starscream followed after her. "Where are you going exactly?"
Amy shrugged. "I don't know." She let her arms fall, and let them swing at her sides. "No, really," She looked at Starscream. "I don't know where anything is here, so even if I had a destination, I wouldn't know how to get there."
"So you just want me to help you wander aimlessly?" Starscream asked.
Amy shook her head. "No. I want you to take me to the infirmary."
Starscream grabbed Blazer's arm, and held her up. "Wait, no," He shook his head. "I don't know if you caught what was happening down there. There's an angry Autobot in the infirmary right now, and Megatron has the placed sealed -completely off limits to us."
Amy shrugged. "Well, I'm not one of you, so that doesn't really apply to me, does it?" She pulled her arm free of a stunned Starscream's grasp, and walked away. "I'll get there with or without your help."
Starscream sighed, and shook his head. "Megs isn't gonna like this."
Turning left and right, and left, and right through corridors, Amy eventually found a silver bot standing against a wall, arms folded. He didn't look happy, which Amy suspected was the permanent state of his visage.
"Hey." Amy approached him. "Are you Sideswipe?"
The silver bot pulled a plasma pistol from subspace, and had it in Amy's face before she could raise her hands in surrender. He narrowed his red optics at her, and looked her up and down.
"Yeah, you're Sideswipe." Amy ducked under his pistol. He turned, and aimed it at the back of her head.
"No allowance - Megatron's orders."
Amy snorted. "You want 'im fixed or not? You're not getting any answers out of him half dead."
Sideswipe narrowed his optics to slits. "What are you talking about?"
Amy looked at Sideswipe full-on. "I can heal him faster than The Doctor can repair him."
Sideswipe's optics grew wide in a what are you talking about? way.
Amy placed her hand on the locked door, and entered without so much as setting off an alarm.

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OMG! What's behind door #1?

And to anyone who might be like - "this is nothing like Shattered Glass". Sorry -shrug-.