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"JACKIE!" Miko squealed, running over to the Wrecker. Artemis raised an eyebrow and looked over at Smokescreen. However instead of an explanation, she was met with a star struck fanboy.

"Whoa. I didn't know Wheeljack was on Earth!" He breathed. Artemis rolled her eyes hypocritically. It's not like she was any better when she first met Green Arrow and the rest of the League.

"Uh, Rafi? Who's Wheeljack?" The blonde asked, leaning down to his height while the others rushed to greet the Wrecker.

"He's a member of Bulkhead's old war unit; The Wreckers. Apparently they were the Autobot equivalent of the A-Team." Artemis covered a snort behind her hand.

"So which one is Wheeljack?"

"I'd say he's a cross of Hannibal and Mr. T." Artemis looked over at the new comer and appraised him.

"Sounds like my kind of Bot." Finally, Wheeljack tore his eyes away from Miko and Bulkhead and noticed the newbies.

"Jackie, meet Team Prime's newest member; Smokescreen." Bulkhead introduced. The rookie saluted so rigidly, Artemis feared he might snap in half.

"It's an honor to meet you!" He gushed. Wheeljack smiled cockily at him.

"Back at ya. Gotten used to the planet yet?" Smokescreen looked down at his partner, who was tapping her foot impatiently.

"With some help." Artemis grinned and climbed onto Smokescreen's extended servo. "Meet my partner, Artemis." Wheeljack squinted at her.

"More humans?" Artemis looked at him curiously.

"You look somewhat familiar, have I met you before?"

"I think you would have remembered a giant alien robot with six foot long katanas." He pointed out, nodding to the weapons strapped to his back.

"Gee, you think? I meant your colour scheme."

"Well, this isn't exactly my subtle wear." He said, transforming into a sleek white car with red and green accents. Immediately, Artemis' eyes widened in recognition.

"YOU! You nearly got my Team killed, you fragging idiot! Who the hell drives at two hundred and sixteen kilometers an hour on a highway in Canada?" Smokescreen looked at his partner curiously.

"What were you doing in Canada?"

"Building an igloo." She said sarcastically. "What do you think we were doing? We were on a mission! And we're trying to tail these guys who stole a van in the Bio-ship when this dumbass comes speeding along the road nearly hitting us as he weaves through the traffic!"

"What is it about low profile that you two don't understand?" Arcee muttered while Wheeljack laughed, before she noticed her partner's bruised cheek. "Jack! What happened?" She demanded. Jack's face flushed.

"Well, um, I got into fight." He mumbled shamefully.

"Is that what happened? You said you were attacked by a stray cat!" Bulkhead cried, whirling around at Miko.

"Well it was a cat fight." Artemis whispered to Smokescreen, who chuckled.

"Told ya' she's a Wrecker." Wheeljack said proudly. "So how's the other guy look?" Miko looked down at her boots.

"She kinda won." She mumbled. Wheeljack blinked.

"Oh." He said awkwardly. Artemis rolled her eyes and flipped off of Smokescreen's palm and landed in a crouch on the ground.

"That's because you fight like you're in the movies. You too Jack! When you're fighting someone, you want to keep a low stance. That way it's harder for them to knock you over." She explained, sinking into a basic stance; knees bent, back straight and arms up protecting her face. "You try." She instructed. The Autobots made a semi-circle around the pair and watched interestedly. Miko tried to mimic the stance, raising her fists just slightly too high. Artemis fixed them and then looked over at Jack and Raf. "You guys want to try too?" Raf shook his head and held up his hands from atop Bumblebee's shoulder.

"I'm fine." Jack grumbled. Artemis raised a brow.

"This coming from the guy who nearly broke his fist when he tried to throw a punch." He sighed heavily and walked over and tried to copy Miko, who hadn't moved and had a look of determination on her face. "Alright, thumbs outside your fist. Good. Now bend your knees a bit more. Okay, and push one foot in front of the other. Preferably your more dominant one." She continued to adjust their stances until she was satisfied. "Cool. Now try to throw a punch." Artemis demonstrated the proper way to hit someone and where you should aim and then told them to try. She held up her hands, one near her throat and the other near her stomach. Miko went first and gave two semi-decent punches to each hand.

"Okay, not bad, but try to hit me with your entire fist, not just the first two knuckles. I feel like I'm being attacked by a mutant chipmunk." She tried again and did far better. Jack tried next, and his first attempt was quite good.

"Nice. You sure you don't want to try a bit Raf?" Artemis called. Bumblebee chirped something that sounded vaguely encouraging. Raf looked like he was going to regret it, but he nodded and hopped off of Bumblebee. Artemis instructed him on how to take a proper stance and held up her hands. Raf was somewhere in between Miko's first attempt and her second, but was surprisingly, not too bad. She had to change how he was making a fist and how he was aiming, but the stance was easy for him.

"Cool! Can you show us how to do a Chuck Norris kick?" Miko asked eagerly as she practised her punches. Artemis looked over at the Autobots and shrugged.

"Uh, who's Chuck Norris?" Wheeljack asked at the same time as Bulkhead, both with confused looks on their faces. Smokescreen shrugged with a look of confusion on his face.

"He's this really hairy martial artist who kicks a lot of ass." Miko said waving a hand dismissively. "So will you teach me?"

"First off, it's called a roundhouse kick, not a 'Chuck Norris' kick." Artemis said, adding in air quotes.

"I don't think it's such a good idea, teaching Miko how to kick someone in the head." Arcee pointed out. Miko rolled her eyes, and threw her hands into the air.

"How else am I supposed to defend myself against M.E.C.H. and the Cons?" She asked with an unsaid 'Duh!' in her tone. Bulkhead looked at her tentatively.

"I don't know Miko…"

"Aw, let her have some fun! I'm sure Arty can handle it!" Wheeljack said cheerfully. Artemis gave him a dirty look, still not forgiving him for nearly running her off the road.

"Fine. Hey Hotshot, do you think there's anything we could use as a training dummy here?" Smokescreen looked around and then at the other Autobots.

"In your size? I don't think so…"

"Because it'll be easier to show them if I had a dummy or something to demonstrate on. I have one at home I could go get, but I don't think it'll fit in your trunk."

"I'll take her."

"No!" Two voices exclaimed at once. Both Arcee and Smokescreen exchanged an embarrassed glance. Wheeljack looked slightly hurt.

"What? Why not? I promise I'll keep a low profile."

"Need I remind you what happened the last time you took a human out for a joyride?" Arcee hissed. The Wrecker looked guilty.

"It's not like I wanted Miko to have to kill Hardshell." He mumbled. Artemis raised an eyebrow and looked over at the Japanese girl.

"You've killed a 'Con?" She asked, slightly impressed.

"Insecticon, actually." She muttered looking angry.

"But it's not like I'll be taking her on a quest for vengeance! We're playing delivery Bots!" Wheeljack protested.

"Is anyone going to ask me what I think about this?" Artemis asked grumpily, tapping her foot.

"No. I'm bigger than you, so you'll do as I stay and never see the light of day again." Smokescreen said, dead serious. Artemis rolled her eyes and kicked his foot. "Hey, Luthor is still looking for you!"

"And I can deal with him. Besides, it's not like I'll be wandering around by myself!"

"Don't get you protoform in a twist rookie! I'll keep an eye on her!" Smokescreen glared at him. Arcee massaged her temples.

"Fine. But drive the speed limit!" Wheeljack smiled and transformed, opening his driver side door. Artemis patted Smokescreen's foot in a silent reassurance, and hopped in.

"So how's life with the Bots treating you?" Wheeljack asked conversationally, once they were out of the base.

"It's… better than sitting around my house by myself at night." She shrugged. She really couldn't describe the late nights telling ghost stories with the other humans, target practise with Smokescreen on Sundays, teaching the Bot's about pop culture, playing video games against the Autobots, and having competitions to see who could make Ratchet laugh first, all in one sentence. It was like trying to describe someone on the Team in only one word; nothing would do it justice. Luckily, Wheeljack seemed to understand what she meant.

"So who's this Luthor guy who's still looking for you?"

"A jerk."

"A jerk?" Wheeljack asked, prompting her to continue.

"A rich jerk with really big weapons." She added. "A rich jerk with really big weapons who wants me to break a convict out of jail and protect him while he fiddles around with some tech, that I think is coming from Cybertron, and then bring whatever Ivo makes back to him."

"Huh. Good to know I guess."

"My turn for a question." She said, leaning forward towards the wheel. "Raf said you were like a mad scientist. So do you think you could develop an explosive that could harm a Decepticon that fits inside one of my arrows? As repentance for nearly killing me and my team?" Wheeljack's engine purred while he thought.

"That depends. How big are your arrows?" Artemis leaned down and pulled an arrow out of one of her boots. "You fight with that thing? It's like a pin!" Wheeljack laughed.

"Great things come in small packages." Artemis muttered.

"I'll try it out when we get back to the Base." He chirped with an excited note in his voice. The archer smirked and hid her arrow.

"If you're as good as they say." They pulled up to her house and Artemis snuck in through the back. It had become rather routine since she rarely used the front door anymore. Heading quietly to her room, and avoiding the living room where her mother was sitting, the blonde twisted her key into her closet door and descended into her Goddess Cave. The training dummy sat next to her punching bags. It had several puncture marks in it, as well as some rips and tears, but it was lightweight and good for practise. Getting out of the Cave was simple, sneaking past her mother, was far more difficult. The dummy wouldn't fit out the window she climbed in, which meant she had to go out the front door. In other words, she had to haul the unsubtle dummy past the living room and her mother. Channelling her inner Superboy, she hoisted the dummy onto her back, and channelling her inner Robin, she crept past the living room, praying the floor wouldn't squeak as she past. Eventually, after a few painstakingly skillful moments, she managed to get her objection out the door without her mother finding her. Artemis brought her prize over to Wheeljack and stuffed it in his back seat.

"Got it?"

"No, that's my boyfriend Conner. The real dummy is the one driving the car." She said with a roll of her eyes.

"You know, I think I like you." Wheeljack commented before driving back to base.

After promising Smokescreen she hadn't seen any suspicious activity, giving Wheeljack one of her arrows and setting up her training dummy, she brought the other three humans forward. Arcee had opted to stay and supervise while Bulkhead and Bumblebee followed Wheeljack back to the lab so they could watch him get himself blown up.

"Alright. Now when you use a round house kick, you need some momentum." Artemis began. "Typically, you'll be aiming for the head." She demonstrated a kick in slow motion and explained the basics. Arcee would make an occasional comment or suggestion, and eventually, both Miko and Jack were able to kick the dummy that Artemis had decided to affectionately call Godfrey in the face, and Raf was able to hit his waist. It had gone fairly well, so she taught them a simple disarming technique and some blocks. At one point Artemis started humming 'I'll Make a Man Out of You" so the others of course started singing at the top of their lungs. Arcee raised an optic at them, but didn't say anything. Ratchet, on the other hand, stormed in and started cussing at them in Cybertronian for waking him from his stasis nap. After he had calmed down, he started fiddling around with the groundbridge as the teenagers started punching and kicking Godfrey the Dummy again. After an hour or two, they decided they were done for the day.

"I am so going to kick Keisha's butt tomorrow!" Miko said with a fist pump.

"Oh no you're not! Artemis didn't show you those moves to use against someone. The first rule of any type of combat is to never use your abilities for violence." Arcee admonished.

"Aw." Miko groaned with a little pout. Artemis looked around the silo.

"Has anyone seen Hotshot around?" She asked.

"He was in the lab with Wheeljack and the others." Ratchet said gruffly from the groundbridge.

"I haven't heard an explosion, so I assume they're still online…" Arcee murmured, more to herself than anything.

"I'm going to double check." Artemis said, a tad worriedly. She jogged through the base until she got to the make shift lab in the back end of the silo. She poked her head into the room and saw a complete disaster area. Every surface was covered with some type of electrical equipment and broken pieces of something lay strewn around the workshop. A faint clicking sound was coming from something that looked like a doomsday device, (One that was disturbingly similar to one she had seen in Red Volcanoes' lair) in the far corner. Though slightly worried about the sinister looking machine, Artemis continued to scan the room until she spotted four large robotic forms huddled over a table.

"Fragging tiny piece of scrap! Why does this thing have to be so small?" Wheeljack cursed. Artemis silently walked over to them as Bumblebee chirped. "I know that humans need smaller weapons Bee." Wheeljack sighed. All four robots were blocking the table from each side, leaving Artemis blind as to what they were doing. "There. I think the slagging thing is done." Wheeljack said with a hint of pride in his voice. There was a clattering of metallic objects then silence.

"Shouldn't we test them before jumping to that conclusion?" Smokescreen asked.

"How exactly would you like to do that?" Bulkhead asked. "I don't know about you, but none of us have small enough servos to use it."

"Aw that sucks. Too bad you don't have any humans around to test it out." Artemis said sarcastically, startling the Autobots.

"Artemis! How long have you been standing there?" Smokescreen asked, as he offered her his hand. She climbed onto and he placed her on the table.

"About five minutes." She shrugged. "So what needs small hands in order to test?" She asked scanning the table quickly. The original arrow that she had given him was lying, seemingly untouched on the side, and several miscellaneous parts were placed randomly around the table. An excited glint came into Wheeljack's optic as he opened his palm. There were twenty or so arrows that were of a similar size and shape to her original one, only these were Energon blue instead of forest green.

"Feast your pretty grey optics on these bad boys."

"Cool." She breathed, picking one up and testing the weight in her hand. It was a little heavier than her normal arrows, but it was around the same weight as some of her trick arrows. She turned to Smokescreen. "Bow?" He smiled and pulled it out of his armor. "Do you have a target? Or should I grab Godfrey?"

They went into the training room and set up a metal dummy that was more or less the same density of Cybertronian armor. Artemis stood about twenty feet away and line up her shot. Arcee, the kids, and Ratchet had come in to watch the test. Smokescreen stood pensively to the side, looking a bit worried. Taking a deep breath, the blonde released her arrow and it went sailing towards her target. It connected with the center of the metal, and exploded in a bright blue light. When the dust cleared, the metal had a large gaping hole where the arrow hit it. Artemis whistled lowly.

"Now that. Was impressive." She said, looking over at a smirking Wheeljack. "These are awesome! Thank you!" She said sincerely.

"No problem. Once I figured out how to get the proper amount of pyrotechnics into such a small object, it was sparkling's play." He gloated. Bulkhead gave him a triumphant high-five. The others congratulated Wheeljack and slowly started to trickle out of the training area. Everyone wandered off to do their own thing until it was only Bulkhead, Miko, Artemis, Smokescreen and Wheeljack left. Artemis pulled another arrow from her quiver and examined it.

"So how many do I get?" She asked curiously.

"As many as you can make. They're not that difficult to make once you know the formula." Artemis' eyes lit up.

"Asterous." She grinned, somewhat evilly, and turned to Smokescreen. "So you want to go blow something up?" He returned the grin, transformed and revved his engine.

"Come on! Let's go find us some bad guys!"

I know these last two chapters have been a lit action lacking, but rest assured the next chapter will be heavy on the fighting and action! I hope you have enjoyed the newest chapter! See you guys soon! :D