Disclaimer : I don't own Transformers or any of it's affiliates. I only own Eliana and Erika.

SunnySides : Oh, don't even get me STARTED! I'll sit here and go through the alphabet, thinking of every one! Why? Did I use a bunch in that last chapter? LOL

SweetSpark22 : Thank you :) That's actually a relief. I can see him as the shy, quiet type. I was going for more reserved and quiet at first, and then opens up later more, but ended up with a Sunstreaker v2.0. LOL!

HeartGuardianSol : Yes, yes he does. Glad people seem to like him as he is, so far. :)

adelphe24 : Yep, she is. This was her introductory chapter. I actually had a more normal way I wanted to introduce her, but watched Fast and Furious, and got inspired. XD lol

jgoss : No problem. You're actually not too far off in what you thought, though.

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KittenWITHClaws : I used that to start with, but both of them are fully capable of changing, if and when necessary ;)

AvengingAutobots : Thank you for that. :) I actually have reasons for bringing them in so soon in the story. I kind of need them in before the first movie is finished. I might only work with 5, but I'm still deciding on that. Other than that, I'm not used to working a story with so many OCs so it's all new to me. lol. Glad you like the story so far :)

(Eliana's POV)

When I was eighteen, I suggested to Erika we travel the world. I planned that we'd stay in random hotels, or in rented cars, and eating at random restaurants. I had it all planned out in my head. Complete with taking only half a backpack's worth of spare clothes and toiletries, and buying things as we went, so we could come home with a duffel bag's worth of world wide clothing and accessories, and what not.

It seemed like a great idea at the time.

Even if Erika couldn't imagine living off the bare minimum, like I'd planned.

But now that we were living that life, I was beginning to see the annoyances.

Here I was, sitting in some random hotel room of a hotel I never bothered to get the name of, with my laptop sitting in front of me, only to realize that in my hurry to pack the most essential shit up, I'd forgotten the charger.

And my cell phone?

Well, she (yes, she, according to Jazz) was currently deep in recharge on top of one of my cotton sweaters, in the middle of the bed before me. And as much as I wanted online, I just didn't have the heart to disturb her. The as of yet nameless sparkling remained nameless as she snoozed in sparkling form, completely unaware of just how fudging bored I was.

I didn't think to bring any books, and my MP3 player was dead from listening to it so much earlier, to pass the time. The only things I had brought were a change of clothes, some necessary toiletries, my laptop, my purse with all the pursely amenities, and my journal, which up until now, hadn't been touched... Well, since the last time I had anything noteworthy to write in it.

Which wasn't a pleasant period.

So flipping past all the old entries that I didn't feel strong enough to deal with at the moment, I slouched onto my stomach on the bed, still not daring to put pressure on my back, despite the numerous Advil I'd taken earlier to try and take the edge off. I lay on my stomach, legs curled up behind me, hair up in a messy high ponytail and falling over my shoulder, and picked a random page, before clicking my pen and putting it to said page.

Dear Diary,

So this past week's been crazy.

How?

So glad you asked! Well, let me list off all the absolute bullshit that's happened to me, all since I stupidly took part in a raffle at work.

1) I won a Transformers-related necklace in the raffle, and followed the instructions on the note that came with it to make a wish.

2) Transformers vanished, and the necklace and all my memorabilia with it.

3) I bought a car? Turned out to be alive.

4) Got attacked by a Decepti-boob and turned my cell phone into a tiny baby alien robot with a touch.

I think that pretty much sums the biggest shit in the past week up. Oh! Not quite!

5) Apparently Kathy's involved, but I have yet to figure out how and why, since she wasn't a part of my wish. Erika was, and she's involved, but Kathy wasn't.

And now? Now Erika, my car, my cell phone and I are on the run. My laptop's dead because I didn't think to bring the charger, and my phone's asleep (literally, I can hear snoring!), so I can't exactly get online to message Kat and find out if she's okay, and what's going on with her.

Oh, and Joe? Joe, Mike and Matthew?

Last I heard, Joe was knocked out and Mattie had to haul his ass off. I have no way of checking if either of them were okay, or where they are, or what they've seen and remembered, or what. And it's not even like I can blame Erika or Jazz. Erika was too busy trying to save my useless assets and Jazz was just trying to stay alive! I mean, he was already damaged from Sideways, and the evil Porsche from Hell probably wasn't.

"Stupid, evil Porsche!" I muttered, tapping the pen on the book. Feeling a movement on the bed next to me, I glanced over to see the small sparkling femme crawl awkwardly out of the nest of blankets she'd cocooned herself in, giggling as she tumbled head over heels out of the small mass of wrinkled cotton. "Aww! You're such a cutie!"

Reaching over, I picked her up gently, and brought her before my face. "So you finally woke up, did you?"

She looked up at me, chirped and cooed, before wobbling across the bedspread to my hand to begin playing with it anew.

"And you're completely obsessed with my fingers." I giggled again, before pausing. "And my boobs." I snickered, remembering how she'd crawled into my cleavage and kept shifting around until she was comfortable, while we were in Jazz. Erika had almost pissed herself laughing, and Jazz almost drifted into oncoming traffic.

Again.

For the second time since coming out with 'Congratulations! You're a father' and shocking him into almost hitting a lamp post on the other side of the street.

Oh, that had been priceless!

Honestly, it was a bit awkward. Not because she was there. She was an alien being. What did she know about boobs? It was more awkward because when she was in there, her head, shoulders and claws were visible, and as adorable as she was, and as well as she fit in there, it was the attention she drew to that area that was uncomfortable.

I mean, I wasn't embarrassed by my boobs.

But I really didn't need everyone and their sister staring at them, either.

Still, if that was her nest of choice, she could have chosen worse places. Actually, considering I could zip up my jacket and walk around in public, as I'd done with the hotel lobby and the Wendies where Eri and I got dinner, without anyone noticing her, and considering how well protected my chest was, as opposed to a pocket or my purse, that was probably the ideal place to hold her! I didn't have a sparkling hold, but my boobage, as embarrassing as it was, was probably the second best place!

Tilting my head at the little one, I found myself staring at her. Not for the first time, I felt like I was trying to figure out some puzzle. And the puzzle? It wasn't her. It was why or how I was able to accept her in my life so easily.

She'd just been created, not a few hours earlier, and here I was, completely adoring of her. I'd all but adopted her, without any thought or hesitation. I sure as hell hadn't taken to Jazz's arrival this easily! I was happy to hold her, to pet her, to give her little kisses. I was amused and fond of her. I was completely comfortable having her burrow herself into my boobage and doze.

Hell, even Erika had taken to her in no time.

A big-ass difference from when she was willing to kick the little one, earlier.

Which, yes, I got on her case about.

Apparently she remembered the Sector Seven douchebag and thought it was a Decepticon.

Poor little bitty bot!

Then, I hummed and stopped. "Bitty-bot." The little one looked my way. "You need a name."

Glancing over at the digital clock sitting on the table between the two beds, I stared at the red numbers.

1:15am.

It was late.

Like really late.

And after the events of the past week, I had no desire to sleep. Whether it was the thought that all of this was one big dream and would be gone when I woke up, or the fear of reliving my attack, I just didn't feel safe closing my eyes.

Unlike Erika, who was doing an impressive impression of a chain saw.

Worrying my lip, I turned my head to the clock and stared at it, before gently picking up the little sparkling and moving stiffly into a sitting position. I pressed the little femme to my chest and she wasted no time in borrowing into her little nest, leaving my hands free to tear a sheet from the back of the journal to leave her a quick message.

I didn't even bother to question how she hadn't ripped the skin of my chest to shit, so far.

She was just that good!

I knew better at this point than to just disappear. Knowing Erika and all the shit going on, she'd go Chuck Norris on the place, demolishing it into nothing and slaughtering anyone who got in the way of her finding me.

How'd I know?

I'd do the same damn thing for her.

Leaving the note on the table next to the alarm clock, I quickly packed my stuff back up so I was ready to move at a moment's notice. The little sparkling chirped and whistled as I moved. She was secure where she was, gripping my tank top so she could watch me as I worked. I wondered if hiding in my cleavage was like riding a roller coaster to her, as I moved around the room.

But slipping on my jacket, I gave her one last quick pet, before zipping the jacket up over her and grabbing my purse and the room key, heading outside.

The trip down the stairs and out the door was quick and quiet. It was as if by some unspoken word, the little baby bot knew not to move too much or make a sound. I mean, I could feel her shifting, but when I glanced down, my jacket didn't so much as flutter.

Still, I didn't hesitate or take my time.

I hurried out of the building, looked around for the Pontiac Solstice, and made my way over to it as I spotted it. Walking up to it, I opened my mouth, prepared to ask Jazz if he was awake, when the door popped open for me, earning me looks from the few night owls who sauntered up and down the sidewalk.

For a moment, I stared and winced, before hurriedly climbing in and shutting the door behind me.

"I appreciate that, but most cars don't open their own doors, Jazz." I muttered, sitting back in the seat, and wincing at the pressure against my sensitive back.

"Sorreh."

I nodded and patted the dash as Jazz tinted the windows so I could unzip my jacket and let the little bot breathe easier. "So I was thinking, the little one needs a name, huh?"

"Ya din't name 'er?"

"Well, I don't really know good Cybertronian names."

There was a low chuckle from the car.

And not for the first time, I found my mind stalling around the fact I was sitting in a Cybertronian, holding a casual conversation with him.

I mean, wow.

"Ya kno' more 'about da bots den any human ah've met b'fore."

Raising an eyebrow, I snorted. "Jazz? You've only met two humans."

He didn't respond.

Giggling, I reached up and ran a finger over the little bot's antennai, before sighing. "But seriously, I can't keep calling her 'bitty bot'. I mean, I can, but that's kind of a shitty name." Wincing, I pursed my lips.

"...Ah got nuthin'."

"Really? The Cybertronian doesn't have a single Cybertronian name in mind for a Cybertronian sparkling?"

"...Shut up..."

Grinning widely, I laughed as I looked out the window. "You are such a smartaft, Jazz!"

"Betta a smartaft den a dumbaft!"

Blinking, I cracked up even harder. "And you've clearly been spending too much time around Erika!" And me! Shaking my head, I giggled a bit more, before sighing and thinking. "I can only list names I've heard before, like Breakdown, Drift, Hound, Jazz-" I gave the mech a look.

There was a huff from the stereo. "As much as ah love dat last one, ah don' think it'll suit da femme."

"Well, no. I could feminize (yes, I know that's not a word, shut up) it by calling her Jazzia or something, but I was thinking of something a little more original." And considering I didn't know what femmes were still online or actually existed, I didn't want to just grab one of theirs.

I could call her Elita, but I had a feeling that would have been a kick in the bolts to Optimus.

Which brought to mind the question of whether or not Elita and Optimus were sparkmates, and if they were, where she was and if she was online.

Which brought to mind a bunch of questions, thoughts and feelings I neither needed nor wanted to deal with, at this particular moment, so I forced the thought aside, focusing on the sweet, innocent little bot in my care.

So here I was, staring out the front windshield, letting my eyes dart from parked vehicle to parked vehicle, hoping one of the names of those cars, SUVs and trucks could work, since Jazz didn't seem to be piping up with anything useful.

"Grand Turism-No, Grand Cara-No, Sebring? Eh." Making a face, I pouted at the radio. "You've really got nothing?"

"Are yah pickin' da name from da cars around us?"

"Well, yeah." I rolled my eyes and shrugged a little. "Like I told you, I have no idea what to use for a Cybertronian name."

Briefly, I toyed with the idea of using 'Solstice'. Of course, with some kind of modification. SummerSolstice. BurningSolstice. SolsticeFlare? SolarFlare? Annnd now I was branching off to randomly throwing two words together and seeing how they worked. MoonStorm? Nah. Moonracer? Taken. MoonBeam? Isn't that the name of one of those 'My Little Pony' things? Naaah!

Suddenly, a random car passed by.

I wouldn't have paid any attention to it, except my mind was still automatically listing off the makes and models of the cars that parked nearby and drove by, so when the words 'Pontiac Sunfire' crossed my mind, something just seemed to snap into place. "Sunfire!"

"'Sunfire'?"

I looked down at the baby bot, who was now looking up at me with big blue optics. "What do you think? Little Sunfire? My little Sunny?"

There was a splutter from the engine.

"Oh slag! Sunstreakah would 'ave yer aft, girlie!"

Blinking a moment, I suddenly remembered all the 'Sun'-related nicknames he went by. And loathed. For a moment, it was my turn to splutter...before I suddenly grinned and turned back to the sparkling. "So what do you say, little Sunstreaker name sake? Sunfire it is?"

The little bot in my chest gave a chirp, before nuzzling against my chest, and I swore she smiled!

I smiled right back and nodded. "Houston, we have a name!"

"...Who's Houston...?"

Written : Mar 11, 2015

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