Hayli sat on the ground, her back against the side of her vehicle. She hide her face in her hands as silent, hot tears streamed over her cheeks.

A gentle hand touched her shoulder as a males voice said, "Hayli..?" She looked up, quickly, to see a pair of amber eyes, compassionate under the coco brown hair that fell around his face.

"How do you know my name?"she asked more cross than she had meant to as she swiped her eyes clean of tears. He sat down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "What's got you down?"

She jerked her shoulder away, "None of your business, buster."

"I was just wondering if there was anything I could do to cheer you up." He looks down at the grass then starts to stand up. She sighs and grabs his hand, "Wait..." She looked to the ground releasing his hand again, "I'm sorry it's just... today is a hard day."

"No need to apoligize." He sits back down and holds out his hand, "The name's Wheeljack."

"Wheeljack?"

'It's...erm...a nickname. Just call me Jack!" He smiles at her as she takes his hand.

"Hayli Sherpin. Just call me Hayli." She folded her arms over her kneecaps as she looked off to the tree line. "Why are you here?" The question wasn't harsh, simply curious, her voice seemed a bit far away like her gaze.

"I'm...new." He tried to think of something that sounded realistic, "The others...told me to work with you."

"What others?" she slowly turned to look at him her eyes deep and clouded with thoughts. He panics slightly and changes the subject, "Would you mind telling me what's got you upset?"

She looked at him for a moment and shifted a shoulder, "Today, a long time ago, my brother died... at the hands of a friend of his... MVA, DOA." She said the last bit slowly as the images flashed through her mind, even though she was still rather small, seven years ago to this day she could still smell the copper tang of blood and the metal of the mangled car. The glass's glittering shattered span hiding his body still in the car. The chemical smell of the oil antifreeze and gas mingling in the air as the Fire engine's exhaust rose in a foul cloud. She explained what had happened to Jack in more detail. Drunk and playing chicken, the driver, her brother's friend, raced over the blacktop at eighty miles an hour. Hitting an unbanked curve, they flew off the road hitting the ditch hard. Airborn, the car flipped back to land on the road with a hard crunch. The roof collapsed, the nose of the car smashed to the dashboard. For her brother, it was the seatbelt that killed him, for his friend it was the lack of seatbelt. So neither survived, it simply wasnt possible. Wheeljack sat and listened to the story, "I'm sorry that happened..." He got an idea, "Hey...you want me to take you somewhere to get your mind off of things?"

She looked at him with a slight frown before she noded. "I would like that." Standing she smiled a little, though her eyes were still sad. After about a month, the two began to develop feelings for each other. They were at Hayli's home in her backyard, sitting in some chairs with the porch lights on, "Jack, you don't eat much." She started thinking silently to herself, '...as a matter of fact...I don't think I've ever seen him eat.'

He shifted a shoulder, "I don't need much to eat." Dismissing it easily. Hayli persisted though, "its not good for you to not eat."

"I mean...I do eat...just...not in front of people."

They eventually admitted their love for each other one night in the park. He walked her home and ,as they walked in, he took her hand in his.

"Jack! Your hands!"

"Huh? What about them?"

"You're as cold as death! Are you ok?"

"I-I'm fine!" He grinned, nervously at her. She frowned and clasped his hands for another moment before she reached up and touched his face, "You have no body warmth to speak of!" She was ready to drag him inside when he held her still, "Hayli! I am fine." He insisted, wishing for her to stop worrying and listen for a moment. "I...have something to tell you. There is a reason as to why my body is cold...to tell the truth...it isn't a body at all..." He pulled her into a gentle hug. She blinked in shock and pushed against him to see his face as she asked, "What do you mean 'not a body at all' ?"

He lead her back outside in front of the ambulance, "Please...don't run away."

"What? Why would I run away?"

His body faded, "Jack?!"

She looked about wondering where he had gone when she heard a strange sound. Looking to the ambulance she stared wide eyed. It was... moving! All by itself, it was changing... she could only gaze dumbfounded at the machine, it was a giant robot.

She started hyperventalating, "Wh-.. wha? Ho-..." she shook her head and pressed a hand to her forehead as hger legs gave way and her vision blurred and went black. She had fainted. When she opened her eyes, she saw the giant being watching her. She yelped and quickly moved back.

"Hayli..." the voice was gentle and familiar. "Please don't be scared..."

She gasped, "J-Jack!?" A nod of the metalic beings head confirmed. The girl walked up to the giant, slowly, reaching his hand. She ran her small fingers over one of the huge fingers, "I'm...dreaming, right?"

He knelt carefully and said softly, "No, you are very much awake. I am an autobot warrior, from the planet Cybertron... which no longer exsists." He paused, when she didn't say anything he continued. "We, yes I am not the only one. We came to earth to fight the decepticons. But since they are defeated, we stay to protect earth from other threats."

"This really complicates things..." she said as her hand kept wandering over his giant finger.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you're a Giant robot! It kind of puts a giant hault on the fact that I like you." she said not looking at him, her voice fading a little at the end.

"I'm sorry, what was the last.." he was cut off.

"I Like you!!" she said in a slightly frustrated tone. He smiled behind his mask, "Well I am glad to hear that." She looked up at him confussed. "'Cause you know... I like you too."

"Hey, Hayli. You awake?" Wheeljack's human body was laying against her own, "Ratchet and I have an idea for all four of us."

"Really? Angel and I aren't going to explode are we?" She giggled, half asleep.

"Nope, but you already got permission to stay out of work for two weeks. Angel too."

"...What are you up to?" She woke a bit faster as she looked at him. He was up to something, and she wasn't sure she liked not knowing. The last time she didn't know he about blew the house in half. She sighed and rolled over laying there for another minute before she got up and dressed. Wandering out to the main living space she looked around and sighed, "Wheeljack..."

Zirconia: Oh no, what's he up to? Whoever A-non-y-mous is...I like her/his idea. Should I make this fic a sad one or a happy one? :thinks: Once again, this was typed fast, faster than the other chapters...so there's mistakes, I'm sure. If ya see any, tell me and I'll fix it lata.