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"You're not even trying."

"How about you shut the hell up! This is a lot harder then it looks!"

After eating eggs (Eww.) for breakfast an Autobot called Ironhide got me from the mess hall and took me to the great outdoors to a homemade firing range. It turns out that the base is on a frickin' island! How the hell do you hide an island from the rest of the world anyways?! Ironhide set up a target facing the ocean so even if I did lose it I hopefully would't kill anyone.

He then preceded to be considerably unhelpful. Despite what he may believe yelling and just overall being an ass does not help.

In the few times I've actually made anything happen I can feel what I would call a second heartbeat located by my diaphragm, under my ribs. Before it was more what felt like a small bump in my brain but from concentrating it seems more like a heartbeat. Sorry. Sparkbeat or whatever the hell they call it. I wish I had asked Optimus or Prowl instead. Ironhide did explain that they have what they call sparks, but now treats me like an idiot.

I let out a low growl and concentrated on the little but strong beating. After a few seconds I could feel my hands and arms begin to heat up. I continued to push until I thought my hands were going to explode. No matter what I did I couldn't get the heat to go away. I grit my teeth and tried to visualize a beam of white light hitting the target.

"Hit target. Hit target. Hit target," I muttered scowling at both my hands and said target. They started to shoot small little beams but still didn't do to much other then make small bullet-like holes on the edge of the target. In my anger and exasperation I push my hands out like I was pushing a box.

The result was instantaneous.

The beam I was imagining was the same as the burst of energy I pushed at the target. I managed to incinerate before it continued it's path of destruction across the water.

"Oh. Shit!" I cursed, "Visualize, visualize." I concentrated on pulling it back which slowed it down but didn't do much more. If pushing makes it go forward, I thought desperately, then pulling should... Do something? How the hell should I know?! I pulled my hands back with difficulty which didn't do anything.

"Awesome," I snarled as my hands clenched into fists which stopped the energy but also flung me backwards at a breakneck speed. I probably would have broken every bone in my back if Ironhide hadn't caught me first. What can I say. Recoils a bitch.

I blinked a few times before muttering a thank you and standing up to glare at what remained of the shooting range. The target I was aiming at was gone as well as anything else within a five meter radius of where the target should have been.

"Well fuck me," I muttered, "Not literally!" I added at Ironhide's mortified expression.

"I would hope not."

I rolled my eyes, "At least I didn't destroy the whole base or anything."

"Your lack of control leaves much to be desired," he glared before gesturing to start again. I sighed before stepping back up to the line to try again.

By what I guessed was five o'clock (I suck at the twenty four hour military time thing) Ironhide finally let me quit. With only a half hour break at noon for lunch and small breaks every little bit for Ratchet and his compulsive scanning (He is such a worrier). I was both starving and exhausted. I did however gain a small amount of control. By, what I like to call, charging one or both hands I could release a controlled beam of energy. More or less. Sometimes it was a little out of control... But no one got hurt. Lennox nearly lost an arm but luckily Ironhide is ridiculously overprotective of his charges. He may think he's a badass despite the fact that he is such a softie. It's kind of cute actually. I also learned a ton to. Like how if I regulate my energy I can make it thicker or thinner and can create objects. Which is totally frickin' awesome! It's like the Green Lantern ring! Creating whatever my mind can think up! Except I need like a hell of a lot of practice. Since at this current moment I can manage a cube and a very pointy sphere and my attempt at a sword (since fighting with a sword would be badass) turned into a deformed stick.

"Man," I yawned, " Your such a slave driver. I could go and nap for a month. After I get some Tylenol and ibuprofen since I am so damn sore." I jogged alongside Ironhide for a few steps before my foot got caught on a rock which sent me crashing to the ground.

"Ow," I muttered as I struggled to push myself back up. My muscles and my whole body were shaking so violently I couldn't even get up. After much eye-rolling and Ratchet's threats hanging over him, Ironhide finally took pity on me and hauled me up by the back of my T-shirt.

"Thanks," I blushed as I struggled to straighten my T-shirt. Not that it would help much since it was pretty much stretched irreparably, "So, can I ask what island we're on or is that still "classified"'

He scowled before walking away.

"You could have just told me no," I grumbled before staggering after him. I was a couple yards from the building when I started to get really dizzy.

"Hey Ironhide," I called out, "This is going to sound kind of stupid but why are there two of you?" He stared at me for a moment before picking me up and marching to the MedBay.

"Ratchet's going to kick your ass. We both know this. So how about you just grab me the Tylenol, drop me off at my room and skip the trip to the MedBay. 'Cause while you get a slap on the wrist, I get a week of tests before I can even blow my nose. And I really did improve some. At least I won't blow anyone up now or anything. Except for Lennox. But he's okay. And it is somewhat fun despite your completely ridiculous working hours. Who the hell trains from six to five anyways?! Not me that's for sure!" He just glared at me.

I scowled back and briefly wondered if sticking your tongue out at a giant alien robot with seriously advanced technology was as infantile as it sounded.

Probably.

I sighed and put my energy (not my energy but my energy. My concentration not my energy. Whatever) into not losing my lunch all over his hand.

"If I hurl on you, don't shoot me."

Ironhide shot a seriously-freaked-the-hell-out look in my direction before scaring the crap out of some poor soldiers he nearly stepped on.

"Hey! Watch it!" I snapped as I smacked his finger (which would no doubt become a bruise), "You're going to squish someone and that just makes a hell of a lot of paperwork. I should know! I had a part time job in a small time business before the shit hit the fan. Multibillion government stuff must have a mountain of work. Not to mention injury reports and anything else that needs to be-! Do that again and I will puke on you you overgrown tin can!"

Ironhide, annoyed with my rambling, gave a his hand a sharp jerk down which made it fell like I was falling. Which was not helping my upset stomach.

"And I thought Ratchet hated me," I groaned while flipping him off and ignoreing his somewhat smug expression. Ass.