Chapter 21

"Whew! That was exhausting," Nitro-x commented as he flopped down on his old chair which used to be his post.

"Tell me about it," Electric Storm concurred, flopping down on her old chair which was just behind her brother's. A few moments later Sentinel then stepped in.

"I didn't do anything!" Electric Storm shouted, jumping up from her chair. Sentinel raised an optical ridge. "Why is it, that when someone comes in, you deny you've caused any trouble?" She lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers. "Because I usually have done something."

The Prime waved his servo dismissively. "Of no matter. Optimus sent me to bring you two to a meeting." This earned groans from the two siblings. "We just got off our posts," Nitro-x complained, "Can't you cut us a little slack?"

"Prowl's the one who called the meeting."

"Even more reason to avoid it!" Electric Storm pointed out.

"And he said he'll send Ratchet after whoever doesn't attend."

This made the pair jolt up and race towards the meeting. "Wait!" Sentinel called after them, "Why are you so eager to go there now?"

"Because!" Electric Storm called over her shoulder, "We've been avoiding our medical exam for five months now!"

Ponyville Library…

"Are you sure you're OK?" Shining asked his little sister.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Twilight assured her big brother.

"All right, but I'll be down here if you need me," Shining confirmed as he went over to his bed (AKA Twilight's couch). Twilight smiled at her brother's cautiousness and head over to her bed, being careful to keep quiet around a sleeping Spike.

She got in her bed and pulled the blankets on, and smiled. When Nightwatch had told his father about Twilight's offer he said (after a few pleadings from Nightwatch) that he would let her teach him. She wondered what it would be like to have an apprentice, Princess Celestia had offered a few times but she never really thought too much about it. But now that the opportunity had presented itself it appealed to her more.

Snuggling into her warm covers, she closed her eyes, slowly drifting into dreamland…

"Hmmmmmmmmm"

Wait, hmmm? Twilight's eyes opened back up. There was a low humming noise. It wasn't real loud, but loud enough that you still knew it was there. 'Great', she thought to herself, 'Now I'll never be able to get to sleep.'

Grumbling some things under her breath, she crept out of bed and went out to investigate the noise. After bumping her knees on a few things, and stepping on every nook and cranny, she pinpointed where the sound was coming from: a drawer. With a muted cry of "Ah-hah!" she opened it.

Well, tried to open it is more like it. The drawer was wedged tight. With much grunting and tugging, the drawer flew open, spilling its contents. A green light illuminated the object from the drawer and Twilight had to shield her eyes until they adjusted to the glow.

A loud thumping sound came from behind her, causing her to turn around. There stood one of her worst nightmares: Shockwave. "Now my darling Twilight," the Cyclops Minotaur chuckled, pulling a buzz-saw out and drawing it close to her, "Time to see what makes you tick!" As he broke out into evil laughter, Twilight screamed, "Nooooooooo!"

Twilight awoke with a start. She looked around. She was on the floor, it was night and the green glowing thing…was…still…THERE?! Twilight began backing away from the object as far as she could. She crashed into a bookcase and the books toppled over on her. Grabbing a Science for Ponies: Edition 3 textbook she held it up as a shield/weapon.

After nothing happened, she peered around the book. The object was still there, its green light pulsing light and dark. Taking a shaky breath to calm herself, she slowly walked over to the object. It didn't move but she wasn't taking any chances. Now that she was sure it wasn't really doing anything, she had to decide what she would do with it.

Just leave it there? No. Who knows what chaos it would get into? Maybe the Autobots would know what it was. Yeah. But where would she hide it until she could get to the Autobots?

Spotting an overturned flower pot, an idea began churning in her mind.