Welcome to the fourteenth chapter! I have nothing much to say except that I don't own any of the Transformers; only Alestia and the role she plays in this story. Hope you guys enjoy!

(A-POV)

I reached my bedroom and opened the door. I quickly grabbed a black tank top, a pair of hand-me-down camo pants from one of the soldiers on base, undergarments, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and my hairbrush. I left the room once again and walked to the woman's bathroom.

There were about six girls in total, including me. Two were in the shower and the rest were either brushing their teeth or combing their hair. I greeted the three girls standing in front of the mirror and took the last available shower stall. Setting my items down on the small bench placed right outside of the shower, I cleaned myself using the shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel everyone shared.

Once I was done, I dried myself off and dressed. I went to the mirror, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. I waved goodbye to the rest of the girls on my way out.

For the second time in twenty minutes, I was in my bedroom. This time, I placed my dirty pajamas in the laundry basket and applied curling mousse to my hair. Not even bothering to put makeup on today, I grabbed my phone and stuffed it into my back pocket.

Heading to the hangar, I walked briskly into the huge room. I nodded my head in acknowledgment to the soldiers I passed on my way.

Seeing the Autobots gathered in the center, I approached the 'bots. I spotted Lennox and Epps talking with them as I got closer.

Both humans caught my eye, and they waved me over. "Hey, guys." I smiled, acknowledging everyone. I saw the pad of paper in the Colonel's hand, and I frowned slightly. "If you're going over some kind of top-secret information, I can leave if you want."

"Oh no, we aren't," Lennox spoke. "We were just going over the plans for the new base. Right now, we're going over the layout of everything."

"Like where the Autobot's hangar will be, where the Med Bay will be, stuff like that?" I asked curiously.

"Exactly." He responded. "Actually, we could really use your help." I raised my eyebrow at this. Lennox noticed and quickly answered my unspoken question. "Nobody knows where to put the Med Bay."

He pointed to a map of the new facility, two rooms in specific. "We were debating between these two right here."

"Well," I started. "I would think that Ratchet needs a big space for all of his medical equipment, coupled with a good amount of storage. But have you ever asked him which room he preferred?"

The Colonel's eyes widened at the suggestion, and he looked guiltily at me. "No, I haven't. I'll go and ask him." Lennox turned and started to walk towards the Medical Officer's location.

I put my hand on his shoulder, effectively stopping him. "Lennox, I'll go ask him for you. I wanted to see if Ratchet needs help on anything anyway. You probably have bigger things to worry about than where the Med Bay should be located. May I take this?" I asked and pointed to the pad of paper.

"Of course!" He handed it to me and it seemed as if a weight had been lifted off his chest. "Thank you Alestia."

I smiled and replied, "Anytime, Colonel." At that, I bid a farewell to the Autobots and the soldiers.

-0-0-0-

I heard the irritated voice of Hank Letterman and the perturbed voice of Ratchet from down the hall. Once I reached the doorway, I saw both human and mech locked in what sounded like a very serious conversation.

Well, I would have thought that, if it wasn't for the fact that Hank was furiously shouting at Ratchet for a reason unknown to me.

I entered the room, and Hank glanced my way. He stopped talking, and his face contorted into hostility. "What are you doing here?" He sneered.

I took a deep breath, once again trying to control my initial anger towards this man.

I swear, Hank had no filter. Whatever he felt like saying came out, without him ever thinking of a consequence as a result of his words.

"Hello, Mr. Letterman. I am here to speak to Ratchet. But, if you two are talking, I could come back at a later time." I said, my eyes flicking between the two.

"First, a civilian is allowed to stay on base, and now you think that you can roam wherever you want to; whenever you want to?"

"I would prefer not to be called a civilian Mr. Letterman. I have seen and experienced more than you know." I said gravely, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, I bet." He rolled his eyes and walked towards me. "A seventeen-year-old girl has experienced more than me. Whatever." He snorted. "Ratchet, you and I will continue this conversation after the civilian has decided to leave the room." Giving me a glare that could melt bones, he left the Med Bay.

I clenched my jaw and looked towards Ratchet. The mech was visibly annoyed and upset about the conversation that took place between him and the Liaison.

If one could even call him that.

"Hello Ratchet," I said, letting out a deep breath. "How are you today?"

"Oh, I'm just great, thanks." He huffed in a sarcastic tone.

"If you don't mind me asking, what was that even about?" I gestured to where Hank was just standing moments ago.

"The Human Liaison will not allow me to receive any much-needed supplies for the Autobots until after we move to Diego Garcia." Ratchet sighed. "We're running low on lubricant, on oil, on everything We don't even have any cleaning supplies for Primus' sake! If any Decepticons decide to show up, those items are needed immediately." The mech shook his helm at that, obviously thinking of the outcome of a situation without any supplies.

"I will try to talk to General Morshower about this. I had a feeling Hank wouldn't listen to any of your demands."

"As we've just seen." Ratchet grumbled. He glanced at me again but didn't say anything. I took this moment of silence to ask him the question that's been bothering me for days.

"Is there any progress on concealing my signature?"

"No, I haven't found any leads. I may need to perform more tests, but I don't know what type." Ratchet said, turning to his computer system. "There are some tests in which I fear will have a negative effect on your body. I do not want to risk any harm that may come to you."

"But," I interjected. "Those may be the tests needed in order to solve this."

"Precisely."

"Ratchet, if there's anything that I can help with, I will gladly work with you. It's the least I could do."

The Medical Officer didn't say anything for a few moments. "The first step would be to understand exactly what I am working with. Could you tell me every detail of knowledge you have regarding your abilities?"

I smiled. "Of course."

-0-0-0-

Ratchet and I had been working for hours. Thankfully during that time, Hank didn't show up again, and we both got some peace and quiet.

I filled the mech in on everything that I knew about my powers, detail by detail. I even told him about my family and my unit. I trusted him fully now, and thought that he deserved to know after everything he was doing to aid me.

I prayed my explanations would help us in our search for a solution.

So far, it wasn't paying off.

I was working on copying everything about my abilities on a laptop, so that Ratchet could upload it to something called a data pad. Apparently, it was a Cybertronian version of a supercomputer. It had massive amounts of storage and worked quickly, efficiently, and effectively.

"Alestia," Ratchet called. "I would like to do a full body scan."

"Didn't we already complete three of those?" I looked up from the laptop curiously.

"Yes. However, this time I am going to modify the way that the scan shows up." He typed furiously on his huge computer. "Instead of showing the outside of your body, we are going to analyze the deeper, more fragile sections. Back on Cybertron, there were specific ways of doing x-rays. There was the original protoform underneath a 'bots armor, and then there were the more detailed versions. There was a way to see the very fibers and metals of a Cybertronian's makeup, a way to see the very spark chamber without letting the patient feel exposed and vulnerable."

"Why would they feel vulnerable if their spark chamber was exposed?" I asked.

"A spark chamber is the casing that protects our sparks, Alestia. It is like a human's ribcage. Now, a spark holds our memories. It is our very life source. Some people on your planet call it a soul, some people call it a heart. It can be referred to as either, or both."

"Woah." I breathed.

"If I am able to modify the x-rays like I would on Cybertron, it just might work."

Ratchet then started to mumble to himself, still working quickly on his computer. Turning to me, he asked, "Stand up and stay very still." I did as I was told, and a bright green light shot out of the technology.

It took a little bit to load, but once it did, the Medical Officer was all over it like a kid in a candy shop. A few seconds later, the outline of my body appeared, but it wasn't of my skeleton. It was of my organs, of my muscles and tendons. It was just like Ratchet had described it earlier.

"By the AllSpark." He whispered.

I looked sharply up at the Autobot. "What's wrong?"

But then, I spotted it. Right by my heart, there was a blueish growth. It was of cylindrical shape, and it looked like it had a bit of texture to it. "What is that?" I asked in a panicked tone.

"How do you even have one? You're a human. Humans don't have..."

"What is it Ratchet?!" I demanded again.

He looked me straight in the eye. "That, Alestia, is a spark.

Welp, there it is! Hope you guys enjoyed it, and I'll see you in the next chapter! Byeee.