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Chapter 24 : Training with the Autobots

"Question…" Lucky raised her hand, as she, Optimus and Hotshot entered the training room. The few Autobots in the room stopped sparring, and looked startled at the newcomers, not expecting to see the blue femme. Few seconds later, they resumed what they were doing. As they continued to 'train', she realized that they weren't just fighters. They moved about the rings like dancers on a stage, graceful and light, in spite of their weight.

Lucky continued her speech once Optimus turned to her. "I don't mean any disrespect Sir, but… HAVE YOU LOST YOUR PROCESSOR?!" she shrieked.

"We have to know what you can do." Optimus explained simply in his calm voice.

"I wouldn't, Sir…" Hotshot smirked nervously.

Optimus nodded to him. "SUNSTREAKER!!" he bellowed, and the yellow twin stopped what he was doing to come before them.

"I don't know what they told you, Sir, but I swear I didn't do it!" Sunstreaker spoke in reaction making Hotshot and Lucky giggle, and Optimus roll his optics.

"Whatever you broke, if you can't fix it, hide it before Prowl finds out." he sighed.

"Yes, sir… now what did you want?" he asked.

"It would seem that Lucky is in need of a sparring partner…" he gestured to the blue femme, intent on hiding behind Hotshot. "You're the best warrior among the Autobots…" Prime smirked, and Sunstreaker looked at the blue femme for a moment.

"I wouldn't wanna hurt the little thing." He spoke in confidence.

"See? Besides, I don't wanna scratch him: I love his paintjob!" Lucky smiled innocently, starting to back away.

"I'll take her!" Sunstreaker took her arm. Threatening his paintjob… not a good idea.

"Great!" Lucky muttered, as she was dragged on a ring.

The training room was filled with every Autobot off duty, or that was already there, everyone curious about what that once human female could do.

Optimus was between the two contenders. "Lucky, try to test what your new body can do. Do not aim at winning yet." She nodded weakly, wondering if she was still in time to run away. Sunny was about twice her size, and was a master of 'jet judo'. What was she? A mere human-turned-Autobot who didn't even know her place in the world.

"Begin!" Prime smiled, stepping away from the ring.

They did just that. Lucky looked across the ring, and found Sunstreaker charging at her for a flying kick. She did a long, high somersault across the ring, faster than she remembered having the ability to move, so his foot connected with the floor while she landed on her feet a few meters back.

"Not bad." Optimus commented. The crowd cheered.

"A slagging sparkling could put up a better fight then you are." Sunstreaker teased her.

"What's this? A training session or insult-o-rama?" Lucky narrowed her optics.

He didn't waste time with witty banter, and moved with certainly inhuman speed as he swept kicked her legs out from under her. Lucky jumped a split-second too late: her right ankle was caught by Sunstreaker's attack. She fell on the floor, as he went airborne off her, and, as he dropped, he extended one leg straight down for a kick. Her green optics widened for a moment, then Lucky rolled on one side, causing Sunstreaker to hit the floor once more.

"Way to go girl!!" Arcee cheered.

"This isn't over!" Sunstreaker shouted, lunging at her again.

"Why not?" Lucky raised her hands in defence.

She sidestepped to avoid another kick with lightning speed. Sunstreaker, now behind her, threw a punch at the back of her head. Lucky dropped to the floor just in time, and brought both legs up for a kick; however, Sunstreaker blocked it with one hand, and pushed himself into the air, which brought him back to floor level to face Lucky again.

"Impressive." Optimus commented.

"Really? I didn't even know I could-"

"Lucky, keep your head in the game!" Hotshot warned her.

She turned to meet a right hood from Sunstreaker, hitting her square in the faceplate.

Lucky was sent careening into the wall, and slumped to the floor.

"Ow, you hit hard." She rubbed her cheek. "But not hard enough!" She righted herself. "Don't mess with me, Sunshine!"

"C'mon girl, show me what you got!"

All she did was going on her hands, and spin… therefore kicking him in the chest. The acrobatic scuffle left her flipping back on her feet. Sunstreaker took a few steps back, not expecting such strength from such a small femme.

"She's a singer, and a dancer…" Hotshot said, smirking.

"I can see that." Optimus responded amused.

"You. Scratched. My. Paint." Sunstreaker hissed, clutching his chest.

"Uh, oh." She started to back away.

The attempt came to a very sudden end when Sunstreaker pushed her against the wall, hard.

"Look, Sunny, I don't wish to fight you." She said, but as his pressure on her upper body increased, she added, "But I will if I must!"

She wrapped her legs around him, and hit his head with hers, then she pushed off the wall, fell and did a one-hand backflip off his chest.

"She has very impressive skills." Bumblebee exclaimed.

Just as Sunstreaker stood, Lucky leaped in the air above the gold warrior. She angled herself for a diving kick, driving a heeled foot on his face, making him land on his back a few meters back.

"Sunny!" she gasped once she landed on her feet again. The crowd was silent for a moment. Everyone just stared at each other and at the blue femme, who was helping a groaning Sunstreaker up.

Seconds later, the crowd exploded in cheerful shouts, and laughers.

"I can't believe you beat me!" Sunstreaker groaned.

"Sorry," she apologized, lowering her head.

"What are you talking about?" Sideswipe asked once he joined them on the ring to check on his brother. "It was time someone kicked his aft!" he grinned at his glaring twin.

"We were right when we decided that you are our favourite femme!" Sunstreaker grinned, and Lucky couldn't help, but giggle.

"HAHA, YOU WERE BEATEN BY A FEMME!" Cliffjumper laughed.

"SHUT UP, OR I'LL SHUT YOU UP!" Sunstreaker growled at the red bot.

"If you wanna try and beat me, then come. But I warn you… you won't last as long as he did!" Lucky growled, and she saw Cliffjumper gulp.

Bumblebee smacked the back of Cliffjumper's head.

"Ow!" Cliffjumper whined, and turned to look at Bumblebee.

"Stop being such a slagger!" he muttered.

The red Autobot rubbed his head, then noticed something in Bumblebee's optics. "You really have it bad for this femme, don't you?" He grinned mischievously.

Bumblebee smacked the back of Cliffjumper's head again.

"Hey!" Cliffjumper snapped, rubbing the spot again. "Why do you keep hitting me?" He glared at him.

"Because you deserve it." Bumblebee smirked.

Lucky turned her optics from the scene when she felt Optimus' presence nearing her.

Before the red and blue leader could talk, though, Hotshot spoke first. "Wow, Lucky! Girl, why didn't you tell me that you know Metallikato?!"

"Metalli-what?!" she blinked.

"Metallikato," Optimus explained. "It is a Cybertronian martial art style known only to few Autobots."

"Then how did I know it? I've never knew I could do such things!" she asked exasperated.

"The Key." Jetfire injected.

"Yeah, why do I ask?" she rolled her optics.

"It must have absorbed any information on Cybertron." He continued, ignoring her last statement.

"That's interesting," Wheeljack joined them.

"Well, I think it's time to see if you can shoot," Jetfire looked at Optimus, who turned to the green femme who just jumped on the ring. "Moonracer?"

She nodded, smiling at Lucky, who raised an optic ridge.

"I'm the best shooter in the Galaxy!" Moonracer giggled, taking Lucky to another room, soon followed by the Autobots in the training room, minus the twins, who went to see Ratchet, hesitantly…

Only Arcee stayed behind, looking for a certain silver lieutenant, who was off duty, and didn't even come to watch his girl fight.

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Arcee was pissed. She was aware of the bad mood Lucky, her little sister, was in. Heads were going to roll. And she was looking for the one belonging to Jazz in particular. She rounded a corner of the subterranean base, and entered the garden they had built for Lucky. She scanned the room briefly, until her blue optics landed on her target.

She was going to get her point across the hard way, but once she caught sight of Jazz's expression, she decided to calm down, and approached him.

Jazz was turning a blue violet in his clawed hand. The blue flower reminded him of the Jaguar he loved more than his own spark… or did he? If he really loved her so much, why letting her go?

"Ehem!"

Jazz turned when Arcee's voice abruptly interrupted his stream of thoughts. "Mornin', RC."

The magenta femme gave a little nod. "Lieutenant."

Jazz knew that tone. It was the tone a bot could hear, before Arcee would turn his audios off. He sighed. "Look, Arcee. I don't have time for-"

"For what?" she interrupted him, placing her fists on her hips. "Go see your sparkmate?"

"I wish ya all could stop talkin' 'bout things ya know nothin' 'bout!" Jazz growled.

"Well, it's not easy ignoring that the girl that loves you so much, and made us feel at home is suffering!" Arcee spat back. "All because of you!!"

Jazz stood, but Arcee stopped him.

"In less than an Earth month, that young girl has suffered more than we Autobots in many millennia! Because of our mistakes, she is forced to live her life as one of us against her will!" The smaller femme shouted. "She needed some sort of relief, and she found it in you. That helped her to deal with her transformation." She continued in a mellower tone, before raising her voice again; Jazz did nothing but staring at her. "What the Pit came over you to make her run away?!" She roared.

"Maybe it's better this way." He calmly said.

Arcee blinked at him, not knowing whether to yell, or to just shoot at him. Both sounded good, but she decided to go to the bottom of this in a civiler way.

"What are you talking about?" she asked dumbfounded.

Jazz sighed.

"That girl loves you. She even gave her life for you! How could you-"

"Did you think it was easy?!" Jazz snapped.

"Then why did you do it?!" she shouted back exasperated.

This was senseless! She wasn't Prowl, but she admitted that the way he acted was highly illogical. "If you love her so much, and don't try and tell me you don't, why did you let her go? You are aware that it makes absolutely no sense at all?!"

"Ya wouldn't understand." Jazz sighed, and looked away.

"What's there to not understand?" Arcee snapped.

Jazz took a deep intake. "I'm not sure I can handle this. I mean, have a family with her. If I can't take the heat, then it's better if I let her go, so she can find someone else who can."

"Like Bumblebee?" Arcee raised an optic ridge.

"If he can make her happy… yes." He sighed.

Arcee shook her head in disbelief. "You're making a big mistake! She loves you, not anyone else-"

"She has a soft spot for 'Bee." He corrected her.

"Only because you left her!" Arcee snapped back. "You're running away from your responsibilities! If you really love her, go and make amends with that girl, before she chooses Bumblebee over you!"

"It's better this way." Jazz snapped coldly.

Arcee was at a loss of words. Her mouth hung open, before she formulated a single sentence with Jazz's same coldness. "Better for her, or for you?"

Arcee didn't wait to see his reaction, as she stormed out before oil and lubricant started flying.

Jazz looked at the doors, as they slid close again, then at the small flower in his hand. He stared at the blue violet wondering if he really thought what he said.

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"And this is our storage of information." Prowl explained as he pointed this way and the other to make sure Lucky could know everything of what looked like a library, but on a larger scale. "This contains every data ever created on Cybertron, any information we have ever had…"

It was a set of very tall library shelves, with a ladder set up to reach the topmost levels of some of them. Correction: a maze of shelves stretching as far as the optic could see. Some shelves were already filled with datapads, while others were almost empty.

"But, as you can see, it's in need of a tidying. I want you to clean this room, and put every datapad in its right place." He said, pointing at the table behind her, where many datapads had been stacked.

As soon as he said that, Lucky's faceplate fell. "Are you kidding? What's this to do with training?!"

"Your fighting skills have already been tested. Saying that your aim is a bit off is an understatement…" he commented, and Lucky winced, as she remembered that she opened a ten-foot hole in the armoury wall with her plasma cannon. "An Autobot must be patient, and patience is what you need to clean up this mess. I'll come check on you in an hour."

"But it will take forever!" she whined.

"Then you'd better get starting." He said, and left the room. Lucky stuck out her glossa at him, once the tactician exited.

Fifteen minutes later she had just put three datapads into place, while she wasted her time chatting with Sigma.

"So you think this is some kind of revenge for throwing him a wet sponge?" Lucky asked, putting another pad on a shelf.

"Nah, he just wants you to slow down. You've been through too much, and need some time to relax."

"Do you consider this relaxing?!" she raised an optic ridge. "All I want is to get this over with. And maybe trying to apologize with Jazz or something… I can't let him go!"

She sighed, Sigma said nothing, just staring at her from his spot on the table.

"Maybe Bumblebee's right though…" she conceded. Oh, other doubts! I don't have time for cleaning!! "Hey, you think I can use the Key's power to clean this mess up?" she grinned.

"Uh, Lucky. I wouldn't do it." Sigma stood worried.

"No duh. But I'm gonna give it a shot!" she giggled, and closed her optics to focus.

Few seconds later the whole library was engulfed in a blue light, and every pad started to come off the table, and float among the stacks to reach its place.

"Uh, Lucky?" Sigma asked worriedly as he too started to float weightlessly in the air.

Once every pad slid to its right place, and everything was clean, Lucky reopened her optics, and found herself floating three foot in the air.

"Wow!" she commented.

"Don't just stand there. Do something!!" Sigma pleaded/shouted.

"I wish I could…" Lucky muttered.

"What?!"

"Hey, don't yell at me!" she spat.

"You have to know how to reverse this!!" Sigma replied.

"I didn't even know how I did it!"

Lucky tried to float right and left to see if she could touch the ground again, or at least if she could move since it looked like she was stuck in midair. Something went wrong, though. She started to sharply turn this way and the other like she had totally lost control over her body… and Sigma's.

After few seconds of desperate screams from both of them, Lucky's back impacted with one of the shelves, making it fall, and causing a domino effect that soon had every shelf knocked on the floor, spilling its content on the ground around where Lucky landed ungracefully, with Sigma on her head.

Lucky slowly rose on all four, looking around herself at the mess she'd just caused.

"Oops!" she muttered amused.

The doors of the library slid open to reveal a shocked/angry Prowl, who was desperately trying not to fry his logic circuitries.

"What did you do?!" he hissed once he spotted the crouching blue femme partially hidden by the spilled datapads.

"It was an accident!" she defended herself.

"Dear girl," Prowl clapped his hands together, trying as he could not to lose his patience. "When the All Spark created the Twins, that was an ACCIDENT!"

She opened her mouth to say something, but he interrupted her. "I don't care how long it will take you. I want this place clean, understood?"

"Yes, sir." She said.

"And DON'T use your powers!" he pointed a finger at her, to emphasizing his words.

"Yes, sir." She added, a bit louder.

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"Well it's been a great day, huh?" Lucky asked Sigma. "Kicking one of my best friends' aft, opening a new window in the armoury with my cannon, almost destroying the entire Autobot knowledge!!" she stomped her foot.

Sigma gasped a bit, and Lucky sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She felt like the weight of the world had crushed her.

She turned, and took another pad. She had to place it on one of the higher levels of the shelf. Too high, though. She stretched her arm, but to no avail. She raised on her tip toes, barely reaching the level.

A grey and bigger hand wrapped around hers, and put the pad in its place. She jerked once she saw Optimus Prime behind her.

"O-Optimus!" she gasped. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I believe you need help." He simply said, a smirk on his faceplate.

"What about Mr. Logic?" Lucky raised an optic ridge.

Optimus chuckled. "He told you not to use your powers, but he never mentioned physical help."

Lucky smirked back at him.

"Besides," the leader continued, "It's not like he can report me or something…" Optimus winked at her, and she couldn't hold her giggles any longer.

"Lucky," Optimus started softly after some minutes. "I know how it's hard for you…"

She sighed deeply. "I'm… fine." Another sigh. "Actually, I don't know." She lowered her head.

Optimus nodded understandingly. "Your power is dangerous, even considered deadly by many Transformers-"

"Okay, okay, I get it! It's bad." Lucky spat a bit annoyed. "But… it's not that bad. Right?" she asked in a mellower tone.

"The Key's power is not good nor evil. It depends on how you plan to use it." Optimus explained.

Lucky was at a dead end. "Why can't everyone just trust me?!" she asked exasperated.

"We trust you, Lucky-" Optimus started, but she cut him off.

"No, you don't! Otherwise you wouldn't have tested my powers!"

"We tested them because I want to make sure you are able to defend yourself when the Decepticons come." Optimus stated.

Lucky stood there, staring at him with her mouth agape. "So," she started slowly. "You… trust me?!"

Optimus smiled. "Of course. I've never had doubts about trusting you." He came closer to her. She barely reached his hip, and he lowered to be eye level with her, as he placed his hands on her shoulders in a fatherly way. "Lucky, I know how much you suffered, and I can't promise you that you won't suffer again." He sighed deeply. "I won't lie to you. The hardest part is about to begin, and you must be ready for it. I am aware of the feelings you have for Jazz…"

She turned her head, just looking sideways at him.

"I know I'm asking you something impossible right now. But I need you to solve all your problems with him, because a great battle is about to begin, and I need you all to be prepared." He said, and Lucky nodded, looking sadly at him, but deep inside knowing that he was right.

Optimus nodded back to her. "This is something only up to you. But if you ask me, I would suggest talking with Jazz, so at least he can be aware of your feelings, and try to help and respect you. But, if he doesn't care, I'd say find someone who does." Optimus finished, winking at her, and stood to his full height.

"Thanks, Optimus." Lucky smiled, and scooped Sigma in her hand.

Optimus nodded, and said, "You can go now, you're training is over for today."

Lucky smiled pleasantly, glad that she could avoid cleaning the library, and walked slowly out of the base with Sigma curled in her palm.

Once the blue femme was out of sight, Optimus turned to the far end of the library. "Teletraan I," he said aloud. "Close holographic program 1.7."

As soon as he said that, the library faded like any other hologram of the Autobots, and Optimus exited the room, as its doors slid close behind him.

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The scene where Lucky makes the shelves fall is like the one in 'The Mummy'… I love that movie!!!!!!

I hope you liked it!!! Oh, and Screamy will come back in next chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Until next time, see ya around!! ;-)