Cliffjumper's POV;

The energon mine was a waste of time. There was nothing left. It was excavated, emptied.

"Only one thing was do this." Arcee sighed. "They must be back."

"Now hold on! We don't know that yet. And if they are, we'll turn them into scrap metal. No Con stands a chance against us."

"What about Megatron?"

I froze. I closed my optics trying not to allow myself the luxury of fear. I didn't want to remember my first encounter with that monster that took the form of a bot.

"He's gone, lost to the stars. Probably dead." I sighed. But Arcee remained silent. "Hey. Look, as long as I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you. Okay?" I asked holding her shoulder so that she would look at me.

"Okay."

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."

"Most likely though if we can to face some of the higher up I would have to protect you." she smirked. Good old Arcee.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked grabbing her into a head lock.

"CLIFFJUMPER! I SWEAR ON THE ALLSPARK I WILL BLAST YOU! FRAGGING GLITCH! LET ME GO!" she bellowed, but I just laughed.

Or at least I did until she kicked off the ground, flipping over my head and kicking me to the ground in one fluid motion.

"You're getting better at that." I laughed rubbing my aft. I got to my feet, grinning at a very unimpressed Arcee.

"And you still aren't getting the message."

"We might as well look around the mine once more. You know, just in case." I said looking around the mine. Arcee nodded wordlessly, following me deeper into the abandoned mine.

Carly's POV;

The drive to the hair stylist was rather soothing. I had my window down, letting the wind whip my hair around. The crashing of the waves and the sounds of laughter drifting from the beach, it was enough to remind me how fortunate I actually was.

I have those memories. I lived that happiness. It's not gone. Like how my dad isn't. Well, he is, but he's still with me. Watching over me.

The only thing I wanted to know was if he was proud of me. If he was happy with the life I was living. Or was he disappointed. Like the first time I failed a math test.

Dad never yelled. He remained completed calm. In fact. He didn't say anything. He just signed the test, and looked at me sadly. The disappointment was written all over his eyes. It hurt to know I disappointed him.

I never failed another test after that.

"You know, I was thinking." Lyra started as she pulled the car into the parking lot.

"About?" I asked slipping out of the car.

The hairstylist we wanted worked with three other stylists. Her names was Maddie and the reason we wanted her was that should would cut your hair for cancer, then style your hair for free!

Weather that was actually unusual or not, I didn't know.

The building was plain red brick with clean glass windows. It had a solid wood door with a little bell that sounded when you walked inside.

"I was thinking that we could hang out at the park from now on." she said smiling at her idea. She pushed the door open taking the lead into the building. "It is where we first met, so it's filled with sentimental value."

"Yeah, that sounds good. They even have a frozen yogurt store beside it, so we could use that as a supplement for ice cream."

"Exactly! And it's healthier then ice cream!"

"Hey girls!" Maddie said walking up. Her hair was black with purple streaks decorating it.

"Hey!" I said giving her a small smile.

"Hey girl! I have to say, the purple streaks are my favorite so far." Lyra said grinning.

"Thanks. I think I might actually stick with this one. Unless I find a colour I like even more that is. So who wants to go first?"

"Carly should go first. She has a date tomorrow." Lyra said nudging me in the ribs. She looked like she was just teasing me, but I could sense that she wasn't that happy about me and Cliff. But Cliff and I aren't even together! But arguing with Lyra would get me nowhere.

"Okay, Carly! Come with me if you please!" Maddie smiled leading the way. Maddie was a little on the smaller side, but she was thin and beautiful. She had sky blue eyes that you couldn't help but notice every time you looked at her. Even if it was only a glance. "Okay, I know you have never cut your hair for cancer before so I'll give you the step by step process." She paused waiting for a nod before she continued. "So pretty much I'm going to be chopping off your lovely hair first. Once I finish was that, and collect all the hair, I will style your hair any way you would like. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

We made small talk while Maddie worked on my hair. I never realized how much hair I actually had. It was insane. But Lyra was right, it was for a good cause, and dad would be happy about that.

Just as we finished cutting off most of my hair, Lyra walked over.

"Getting lonely?" I asked.

"No. Some random guy started talking to me."

"So? I thought that was always a good thing."

"He was creeping me out okay?"

"Well it's probably a good thing you came anyways. I was about to ask Carly how she wanted her hair styled, and I thought you would like to add your impute." Maddie said trying to distract Lyra.

"Good. What do you want Carly?"

I didn't respond at first. I just stared into at my reflection. I had a cute little bob now. But I almost felt as though I was looking at a stranger right now. Like it wasn't me. But I had to admit. I liked. I wasn't the same little girl last week who had her dad. Her rock. Her guiding star. I was in uncharted waters. Everything around me was changing, so why shouldn't I change too?"

"I think I actually like it like this." I admitted.
"Are you sure?" Maddie asked. Lyra just gave my shoulder a small squeeze. She knew what I was thinking. She knew how I felt.

"Yes. I'm sure."

"Okay. I'll give you a rain check then. The next time you come for a haircut, it's on the house!"

I pushed myself out of the comfy leather swivel chair and made room for Lyra to sit. I wanted to stay with Lyra, but I really needed to clear my head. Lyra understood of course. But I was under stick orders to return in an hour. Or else. I didn't want to find out what the punishment would be.

Cliffjumper's POV;

Finally after another three hours, Arcee and I gave up. We weren't going to find anything here. But lucky us, we came back just in time to have a nice chat with Agent Fowl.

Frag.

He was getting in a huff over something, but he seemed to completely forget it when he saw me. I was in trouble.

Again.

"Cliffjumper! He's another good example for you Prime! Cliffjumper, do you have any regaurds for officers at all?"

"Of course I do Fowl. I tolerate you don't I?" I know, I know, probably not a smart idea to be an aft right now, but I don't really care.

"Do you know how many unpaid tickets go out to a custom red muscle car with horns on the hood?"

"I dunno, a lot."

"140 in Kansas alone!"

"Cool! I broke my record."

"We have to pay that for you! We have already put so may tax payers' dollars into covering you ass."

"You mean aft."

"I don't care what you call your tin behinds. I just need you all to lay low. Do you think any of you could do that for once?"

"Nope."

"Enough, Cliffjumper." Optimus said giving me a warning look. "We will try to keep a lower profile while looking out for your kind."

"Please do. I don't want to have to come out here again." Fowl said leaving through the elevator in a huff.

"He gets more worked up each time he comes here." Bulkhead commented.

"He is simply trying to keep his fellow humans calm." Optimus sighed. Bee's gears whirled and chirped in response.

"Bee's right. We're here to help them! Why are they always mad at us?" Arcee asked.

"We are visitors on their planet. They haven't a reason to truly trust us." Optimus answered.

Decepticon's POV;

Soundwave flew over the nosy beach. So many sounds, it would be disorienting to the con if he didn't have so much practice and patients. But his pacents was rewarded when he zeroed in on the petit girl with short blonde hair. She was humming to herself which was the only reason he could identify the girl.

"Get me a recording of the girl." Starscream had demanded.

He videoed the girl walking beside the water. He videoed the taller girls with short brown hair tackle her to the ground. After a few more moments of silently watching, he felt satisfied with the surveillance he had collected.

He returned to the Decepticon ship 'Nemesis' where Starscream waited with a gleam in his eyes. The same one he had when Megatron first disappeared.

"Very good, Soundwave, very good." Starscream chuckled as he watched the newly acquired video and downloaded it into the ships log.