Authors note: Finally! And the poll results are in the winner is…

"I have a sense of humor that borders on murderous neglect."

Thank you to all who voted and vote for Sera's shirt next chapter.

Anyway on to more pressing matters, I am terribly sorry this was so late! My Optimus muse refused to cooperate with me (as usual) and quite frankly refuses to do that. My brain has shown me what needs to happen only problem is that there are no words…. Ughh!

Oh and pardon all the POV changes, im trying to give everyone at least a little bit of chapter space and my mind is bi-polar.

Well enough of my whining and May I present to you chapter 11 of TaU!


Chapter theme song: Prime Steve Jablonsky

Legend:

:: Autobot comm.'s::
*Bond speak*
*human comm.'s*
lyrics
'personal thoughts.'

Disclaimer: As usual I do not own the Transformers… I will only be borrowing them for random bursts of insanity that happen to originate in my refried brain.


(Current location: On patrol with Prowl; Status: Bored, Worried, Ready for action; Zola's POV)

There were few things that bothered me more than silence, but here I was driving around with Prowl, searching for our missing hooligans around the general location we had gotten. I noticed from my position in the passenger seat that this was a very small town.

Knowing the twins, they would never stay in one place for long, well Sunny wouldn't, Sides preferred to stay and make friends. I sighed, those two were like my big sisters and things were so slagging boring on base; at the moment it wasn't funny.

I'm bored I whined, playing an audio clip from my iPod.

"What do you expect me to do about it Bumblebee, we are looking for two missing people not playing hide and seek." Prowl wouldn't admit it but she missed those two constantly annoying her.

I had my iPod modified by a friend who was arrested not too long ago for messing with one but that was beside the point. My iPod allowed me to take clips from movies, songs, and even random radio stations just like the real Bumblebee. I was so happy with it that that only time I actually talked was in school and to my parents. Other than that I was considered mute by my team mates.

Whatever. A whiny nasally obviously fake blond voice came from my speakers.

Prowl shook her head at me and continued to scan every the surrounding area with her eyes. Missing nothing and remembering every detail. She was weird like that, give her any piece of information no matter how small and she would dissect it and glean every detail from that small piece of information from it possible. Only problem was that the twins had disappeared without much of a trace.

Well that was actually a lie we did have something. The identity of the men she and Jazz had distracted while the twins tried to get away. That and the message that had been sent from Sunny's computer but that only helped so much before the signal was cut off.

A quick search on Prowl's mom's computer and we had their public service records. However, we refused to believe that this wasn't some elaborate joke.

Major William Lennox and Chief Master Sergeant Robert Epps

Movie names, well that would explain why they looked familiar to Jazz and Prowl.

Either way Wheeljack and Soundwave gave us a general location so we had to work with what we had. If only we had some more help with this. The police had been called by Alex but they really weren't doing much. Suddenly an idea struck me. Prowl's mom was on the force, pit she was the chief and Prowl really didn't speak much about her personal life with her mom so it was likely that she didn't even have an idea that the twins were missing. Besides it would be a chance to get rid of the cop on their case who was doing nothing.

"Prowl, does your mom know that the twins are missing?" I asked, using my real voice.

Prowl jumped up and gave me a sidelong glance. "No, my mother is not informed," she replied coldly.

Prowl and her mom never did speak much…

"Can't you get her to put the case up to high priority?" I continued.

"She wouldn't." Prowl's voice went cold.

If you don't try you won't succeed.

She fixed me with a cold calculating look; I knew she was considering it, since she was just as tired as the rest of us. Most of us were dedicating three hours searching the same area over and over again only to come up empty handed.

"I will bring up the situation with her, if I see her tonight," Prowl muttered and the cabin went silent.

Suddenly Prowl's phone went off, with the season two theme for G1 playing on the lowest volume she could hear.

"Proceed," she said coldly as she picked up the phone.

I could faintly hear Prowl's mother on the other end.

"Yes, mother I know you get off early tonight but you usually get called in so there's no point," Prowl responded.

I brightened and made begging motions at Prowl and mouthing the words 'Ask her' over and over again.

A few more minutes of muffled speech Prowl sighed, "Well mother, since I already have you on the phone I need a favor."

An inquisitive sound was made on the other side of the line.

"Alright, for the past six days my friends have been missing and we've been looking for them and we did call the cops but nothing productive is being done, is there any way you can look at the case yourself or at the least bump up the priority?" Prowl's tone was all business there was no way she was going to beg.

A positive sound was heard on the other end of the phone and Prowl's lips twitched upward faintly.

"Yes Jazmin and I do know what the suspects look like, two men, one white the other African American," Prowl nodded.

Finally!

"Right, I'll explain them later…" Prowl nodded at me, telling me clearly to stop moving.

"Alright I will meet you at the station in twenty minutes." With that Prowl hung up and gave me a look.

This is the game changer folks!

"My mother has agreed to take over the case herself and with the description of those guys we can really get this search rolling." Prowl revved the engine of her Dodge charger and sped off towards home.

Upon arrival Jazz was waiting in Prowl's driveway with her usual giant smile plastered on her face.

Greetings… first lieutenant Jazz. I greeted using two different clips from different movies.

"Jazz," Prowl greeted.

"Prowler, Bee, got yur text message." Jazz held up her iPhone.

"Refrain from calling me Prowler Jazz." Prowl muttered, not really having much patience to deal with Jazz's… quirks.

"What'eva ya say Prowlie." Jazz smirked at the small growl she received.

Jazz always did like to yank Prowls chain as much as the twins liked to, maybe more than the twins.

"So when do we gotta go?" Jazz questioned leaning against her car.

"We have ten minutes to get there; do you have the images I requested?"

In response Jazz flicked an envelope towards Prowl who examined them briefly to ensure that they were the correct ones.

Let's roll. I played over my speakers.

Jazz jumped in to her through the window of her car and started it up with a roar. Prowl being the ever boring person she was simply opened the door on her side and sat down. I got in the passenger seat and we began to head to the police station hoping to get this search rolling.

At the police station:

Norika walked in and immediately went to the front desk, the clerk there allowed her immediate entrance along with me and Jazz. From past experience I had come to the conclusion that Prowls mom's office was the last office and the largest in the building, but you would never be able to tell because of all the confidential piles of paper work on the desk, in boxes and filing cabinets.

Along the walk many of the officers on shift receiving their assignments for the day greeted Prowl with familiarity Prowl however merely nodded at them in acknowledgement. Arriving at Prowls mothers office the word 'Chief Miller' was written in all capital gold letters.

Norika knocked on the door and a reply came immediately "Come in."

A black haired woman that looked to be in her early forties maybe late thirties and seemed to be in good shape for her age sat down typing at a computer. Prowl simply stood there watching her before clearing her throat. The woman visibly jumped at the small noise almost as if she had forgotten that she had allowed us in.

"Norika, good to see you." Chief Miller greeted.

"Likewise." Prowl greeted back a small polite smile on her face.

"Jazmin, Zola how are you two?" She questioned after giving her daughter a short hug.

"Fine chief." Jazz replied plopping down on to one of the chairs in front of the desk.

I'm good. I replied.

Chief Miller immediately sobered and locked eyes with Prowl, "Alright so how long have your friends been missing sweetheart?"

"Six days, seven if you count today." Prowl replied.

"Their names?" Chief Miller questioned.

"Sera Stiletto Corona and Syria Nova Corona," Prowl replied.

Chief Miller hmm'd as she pulled up Syria's and Sera's records.

"I see Syria has a charge for aggravated assault in Orlando of 2009?"

"Yes, but she hasn't done anything else since then." I defended, using my real voice.

"Sera's record is mostly clean except for a few accidents but other than that I don't see any reason why anyone would want to kidnap them…" Chief Miller started mumbling to herself.

"Neither do we, but me and Pro- I mean Norika do have pictures of the guys who were chasing them in the first place." Jazz corrected.

Our parents really didn't know about our nick names so we commonly slipped up and used our nicknames when speaking to our parents instead of our real names.

Chief Miller held out her hands for the images and looked them over with a critical eye. "Hmm, Soldiers?"

"Apparently, they were chasing them down the street when Jazmin and I ran interference for them but they were apparently captured and never made it to the safe zone." Prowl explained.

"The safe spot being you and your friends club house?" Chief Miller raised her eye brow in amusement.

"Tha base is actually kinda hard ta get ta, if ya don kno' where ta look." Jazz explained.

"Can you describe the cars they were put in to?"

"A black 2009 GMC Top Kick c4500 and a 2011 yellow concept Chevrolet Camaro with black racing stripes and a black fender on the back." Prowl replied.

Chief Miller was silent for a time and began typing faster than I thought possible on her computer before pressing the enter key and turning back to us with a sly smile on her face.

"Well, if the military is kidnapping teenagers for no apparent reason then the whole city is about to find about it."

"Mom…?" Prowl questioned a worried look on her face.

"You said you needed help finding them, well how do you feel about going on the news?" Chief Miller said as she opened an email on her computer from channel four news.

"Prowler have I ever told you I love your mom?" I asked

Prowl actually smiled and hugged her mom, thanking her.


(Current location: N.E.S.T temporary base, surveillance room; Status: annoyed, shocked, stressed, worried, damning the person that reported them to the cops to hell; Lennox's POV.)

This was HORRIBLE not only did those teenagers piss off one of the mechs and made him break a very expensive sky light. Now their friends had googled us and apparently reported Epps and I as kidnappers. So this brought me to the monitor room where the broadcast was being played on various stations.

They even had the exact models of cars that Bumblebee and Ironhide had taken as their alternate modes.

I felt like beating my head in to a wall at this point as Epps and mines images were flashed on the screen again as well as the number to call if there were anyone who knew their whereabouts. Then another image of the two teenagers looking very happy flashed and then it cut to their friends and their guardian speaking about how they wanted to see their friends and daughters again and so on and so forth.

The girls speaking were the ones that had tried to distract Epps and me and another one of their friends. Damn it all. Optimus looked at the screens with a blank stare as did Prowl and Jazz who were also here watching.

Now we had a choice we could send them back over there with a pair of autobots to watch them or we could allow them to call home and tell their guardian that they were alive and well, and to call off the search but they couldn't go home ever again.

'Both options suck, Will.' I growled internally.

"Major Lennox, you have a phone call." one of the recruits informed me.

I held out my hand for the phone and put it to my ear.

"This is Lennox." I spoke into the receiver.

"William Lennox, please tell me that what I'm watching on television is not what I think it is." My wife's very angry voice replied.

"Sarah, Bobby and I did not kidnap them, we needed to question them and they ran so we brought them to base." I tried to explain.

"Telling their mother did not occur to you?" she snapped back.

There were three things I feared: it was Decepticons, an angry Sarah, and never seeing my family again and not necessarily in that order.

"She was not there at the moment."

Why was I explaining this to my wife again?

I answered my own question. 'Oh yeah, I don't want to be sleeping on the couch the next time I see her.'

"Christ Will, you had better make this right," she ordered.

Now, she had a right to be mad at this point. After all, having her husband accused of kidnapping two teenagers when he didn't would piss any wife off.

"We're trying Sarah; I'll talk to you soon."

I hung up before she could respond and caught sight of Bobby holding the phone away from his ear. Apparently his wife saw the news to. He flashed me a look clearly asking me to shoot him but I simply sighed and looked back to Optimus for answers.

"So, what are we going to do now?" I asked.

My question shocked him out of whatever stupor he had been in and he stared down at me with bright blue optics.

"Major, I believe that these are the teammates they were referring to," he deduced.

Wait a second… the two teenagers said that combined the whole team had more knowledge about the Autobots and Decepticons than most of the humans on base who regularly had contact with them would ever hope to obtain. If these girls were part of that team then they would have to be brought here as well for questioning and to be kept under surveillance for any way that they could be leaking information to the general public.

"How do you know?" I questioned.

"The visor one of them was wearing was a very big hint." Prowl chimed in.

"Though to confirm we need Sera and Syria here," he continued.

"I'll have them brought right over."


(Current location: quarters; Status: Confined until further notice, bored, listening to iPod; Syria's POV)

They had basically left us in here to rot, well it had only been a few hours but I was still bored. Sera was just as bored but at least she wasn't annoying me about it. She was merely staring up at the ceiling blankly like she usually did when she was letting a story roll through her head.

When I did that I had to be in motion repeating the motions the character in my head was doing. That's why I left the plotting of the story to her. I noted dully that my shirt was extremely dirty; all the paint thinner and cherry flavoring had taken its toll on the yellow shirt.

I growled and stood stuffing my iPod in to my pocket and grabbing out a new shirt. I pulled out a baby blue shirt that had the words 'Warning: I have a sense of humor that borders on murderous neglect.' printed on it.

I pulled it on not minding that my sister was there next to me. She was way too out of it to even notice an explosion going off right next to her. My iPod began to play Forever by Drake Kanye West, Lil Wayne, and Eminem as a soldier walked in without bothering to knock.

"You could learn to knock you know." Sera grumbled coming out of her trance like state.

"Major Lennox sent me to get you two," he replied simply.

I withheld a growl at his rudeness and fixed my shirt into position while standing up straight.

"What does Señor Wildman want now?"

"He didn't say, he just told me to bring you to the monitor room."

Well if he wasn't going to tell me the details I wasn't moving one micrometer.

The soldier walked out in to the hall way and took on an impatient posture. Sera stood up finally and grabbed her iPod and walked out dragging me with her. Why, I'm not sure but she deemed it necessary to grab my wrist very tightly.

*Quit it, they're still sensitive!* I whined as small pangs of pain shot up my arm.

*Quit whining Sun bun.* she snickered when I snarled at the nickname.

I hated that variation of my nickname, it was demeaning Sunny was perfect, Sunflower/Sunshine were tolerable pit even Streaker would be better but Sun bun was out of the question. I did not do cute and cuddly.

The soldier leading us glanced back warily at us, who didn't know about my record on this base? Granted that dude had deserved it but still it wasn't like I was randomly going to rip your face off in a fit of anger maybe… Either way he looked like he was facing a rabid dog in that one look.

I smiled at him creepily as did Sera and I saw the faintest shudder pass through his body.

*What a pussy, he's afraid of two sixteen year olds.* I commented to Sera.

*Well, we did piss off fish face and live to do it again; that's enough reason to be at least a little wary of us.* She responded nudging my elbow with her own.

The walk was very long nearly to the other side of the base before we actually arrived in to what I presumed was the communications room. I bet that once Red Alert got her the humans would be kicked out of here very quickly. On the various screens there was a probable news cast playing but I really didn't pay any attention to it and focused on Optimus, Prowl and Jazz who were watching intently.

"Major, here they are." the soldier called out.

"Thank you; you two come over here for a second and tell me what you see." Lennox pointed towards the largest monitor.

We moved to stand on either side of him and were shocked to see Jazz and Bumblebee speaking on the monitor to a news reporter before it cut to a picture of Sera and I sitting on a rock me hugging Sera's shoulders with a big smile and Sera hugging me around the waist with an even bigger smile.

Then it cut to Prowl and I very nearly collapsed as she spoke.

"I don't know why anyone would want to kidnap them, they are very good girls and have never been involved in any illegal activity, it just doesn't make sense." Prowl's voice was strained as she lied on TV.

Sera was laughing on the floor like she was about to pass out from the force of it. I whipped out my iPod and filmed the remaining bits where Prowl used words to describe us such as innocent and good natured. I nearly died laughing and Sera had recovered only to laugh even harder when she said Innocent.

"Primus, this is the best black mail I've ever gotten on her," I cackled.

Sera was still laughing too hard to form a coherent response. Though when Alex began speaking we got very quiet, we had forgotten that she was also looking for us.

"When we get home we are so slagged," Sera muttered.

"Yup," I replied.

"Okay Major so besides giving us a laugh attack what did you need us for?" Sera asked.

"Are those three girls part of the team you mentioned?" he questioned.

"Yes, the one with the black hair is our SIC and the one with the visor is our TIC." I responded.

"What about the one with the blond and black hair?"

"She's one of our scouts, damn good one too." Sera responded.

"One of your scouts?" Optimus chimed in.

"We have doubles of everything, two leaders, two SIC, two TIC etcetera." I explained turning to Optimus.

"That is highly illogical." Prowl said.

"No, it isn't…" I began.

"…two different factions, two different sets of hierarchy." Sera finished.

"So, how many of you are there?" Epps asked.

"Umm…" I started counting all of my teammates up in my head.

"I believe about fourteen not counting Syria and I." Sera responded before I could.

"Nine Autobots and Seven Decepticons." I confirmed, counting Sera and I as well.

At the word Decepticons the bots and everyone in the room stiffened. I looked around and noticed a few of the tech wizards giving us good glares.

"Some of them have chosen to support the decepticons?" Optimus asked.

"If it really does come down to it they wouldn't, we do it based on personalities." Sera explained.

"Let's say, our leaders Ameera and Meagan, Ameera leads the Autobot side of things while Meagan handles all the Decepticons affairs." I explained.

"Yur friends are weird." Jazz commented.

"We know they are, and that's how we like them." I replied with a nod.

"So what are your leader's nicknames?" Prowl asked.

"Well Ameera is kind of an easy guess, she's an Autobot." Sera left that one open for speculation.

"Meagan is well… cruel, cold hearted, sadistic, bossy, and clinically insane by our standards but she's fun when she's not giving us nightmares." I said mostly to myself.

"How much do they know about us?" Lennox asked.

"A lot, combined we can probably dish out enough information to makes either of the factions look like the good or the bad guy." Sera speculated coming up with possible scenarios in which the bots would be the bad guys.

There was a low buzzing sound echoing through the room bugging my ears like crazy. I smacked the side of my head trying to dispel it but that didn't seem to be helping me in any way. I looked over to Sera and questioned her through the bond. She seemed to be just as uncomfortable as I was.

Lennox seemed to be perfectly fine and didn't show any signs of our growing discomfort.

"Does anyone else hear that annoying buzzing sound?" I asked aloud.

Then it suddenly stopped and the annoying itching sensation left my head.

"What buzzing sound?" Epps queried.

"Never mind it stopped." Sera waved her hand dismissively and focused her attention on the mechs.

They seemed to be trying to listen to the buzz that we had heard but it had just vanished. Then suddenly it was back again, and it was even more irritating than before.

"Alright, enough with the fragging noise it is starting to piss me off." I had finally had it with the noise after hearing it twice.

I wasn't known for being tolerant folks.

"What noise?" Lennox asked this time.

"That weird buzzing sound that's making my ears itch and ring!" I replied scratching at my ear hoping that was it.

It stopped before starting up again and I had a feeling I knew exactly where it was coming from. I turned to find the mechs nodding to each other.

"Our apologies, the sound may have been our Comm. links." Optimus apologized.

"Well—" before I could say something insulting Sera snapped her hand over my mouth.

"No worries, just try not to do that around us it is really irritating." Sera replied her tone simply oozing politeness.

Nearly enough to sicken me.

*Bad enough you already made enemies with Triple D, don't go pissing off Boss Bot, Prickly and Jazzman.* Sera warned internally after taking her hand off my mouth and wiping it on my shoulder.

*Triple D?* I queried.

*Deadly Dandelion of Doom* She replied. I snorted and congratulated her on making up a good nickname for that mech.

"Is that all you guys wanted from us?" Sera asked taking on an impatient pose.

"Yes, that is all you may leave." Optimus replied with a nod.

That same pussy soldier came back to escort us back to our room, joy.


(Current location: office, Status: deep in thought, already feeling processor ache; Optimus Prime's POV)

He now had an even larger situation on his servos, not only were those two running circles around his processor but now their friends had become involved in this mess. The possibility that they had simply popped in to this universe from their own was rather unlikely and illogical enough to make Prowls battle computer freeze up- and yet it seemed the most likely solution.

Sitting back in his chair glancing at his second in command and first luitenent he noted that they were just as tense as he was. Not only would all fourteen other teenagers be brought to base and questioned on how they acquired the information they had, but now with so many civilians on base once they arrived the Decepticons would no doubt be suspicious after all, if these two had that much energy in them he could only imagine fourteen other adolescents, these two were bad enough he really did not need fourteen more.

On the other servo… he could simply send them back to their home with a guardian or two… now there were a few problems with that option. The first being that the list eligible mechs that would probably be able to handle the responsibility of having a human charge to be responsible for was limited a best. Along with having to make sure none of their team mates began to spread the word of their existence.

Both options- excuse the phrase- sucked testicles even if one of them was more favorable than the other. Jazz cleared his throat a human habit he had picked up.

"Boss, way ah see it those two got's ta go bac' n smooth things ova' with tha cops, their ma', and their team mates." Jazz reasoned.

"And let them go there alone where they can easily spread the word of our existence to the public, I think not." Prowl argued his door wings twitching slightly.

"Why wud we let 'em goes alone?" Jazz said defending himself.

"Jazz, what mech would we put in charge of those two, along with their team mates?"

"Not mech, mechs." Jazz replied getting that gleam in his visor when he was up to something.

"Who do you suggest Jazz?" I queried.

"Sideswipe and Sunstreaker." He replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"That is more of a death sentence for the humans, than protection." I commented.

Granted the humans would be better off with Skids and Mudflap but those two were elsewhere at the moment. Sideswipe would probably be fine with the arrangement; he seemed to get along well with them. Sunstreaker however was a completely different story, the mech would rather shoot himself than be put in charge of a human.

"I ain't sentencin 'em ta death, jus' sayin' Sunny needs ta get more involved wit tha humans and Sides 'll go where his twin is, it might work out."

Now that was a good reason to assign those two, to the humans. Sunstreaker had become even more violent towards the humans ever since the teenagers had been brought on base. The fact that they both seemed to get a kick out of his reactions was not helping his anger issues. Sticking him with the human he quite possibly hated the most might make his tolerance for their species as a whole rise a little.

Even Prowl seemed to agree with the logic of the twins getting human charges.

"Sunstreaker does need a punishment for breaking the sky light…" Prowl muttered.

Circulating the air out of his vents I made my decision.

"Tomorrow we give them their new assignments, and then send the girls back to their residence."

Hopefully this wouldn't backfire.


Ughh keeping Optimus from turning in to some OOC guy is so stressful, its so hard to keep him in character as the just, fair, noble leader that he is, is fragging difficult!

Whoever can keep him in character, and do him justice I salute you!

Well either way, whats done is done and at least you get the point.

So… don't forget to vote on what Sera's shirt will say in chapter 12 of TaU poll should already be up.