(So how ya'll doing? I'm doing well. My bruise is now bigger then my hand, and still growing… it grows when I sleep… Sorry that I took so long in getting the chapter out, been busy and the cat trying to help me type doesn't help any.

But off of the subject of my leg and my apologies. Things may or may not take an interesting turn~ it all depends on how the chapters play out.

So leave a review~ I get fewer and fewer of them lately. Makes me wonder if I lost some fans or not. So if you find the story turning to your dislike, please inform me and I'll see if I can curve it away.

Just so you know, some facts to ROTF are going to be different due to the fact that I don't own the movie and cant watch it on the computer in order for me to correct them. And we don't have any movie stores near here… so anyways, there may be a few things off, but all together it should be relatively close.)

So it's been two months since my growth spurt, and most of the guys are in Shanghai. I haven't grown much since, maybe an inch or so, and now I stand at ten foot even and weigh nine hundred pounds. My awakening three days after going under, after pretty much being in a robot coma and pumped full of 'helpful' drugs, was strange. I was out of it, and I actually felt really high. Sideswipe was still there at the time, and Sunstreaker had been admitted for pissing off Ironhide. Sideswipe at the time I awoke had been leaning over me, studying me he had claimed, and had been talking to Ratchet. My out of it mind had taken the sight in as something scary, and I had screeched. Startled Sideswipe so much that he had squeaked and fell on his ass to get away from the noise. And then I had started laughing.

Yeah, Ratchets doctor drugs are the shit, really they are. Makes your mind weird though. Ratchet had given me an anti drug thing, and it took an hour for it to kick in. during that hour, I had given them hell. Sunstreaker was the 'Evil Mitten' to my drugged mind, and Sideswipe, the poor mech, had become the 'Screaming Cherry Bomb'. When I came out of it, my rational mind was like 'what the hell' and there was a silent agreement between the four of us that this would never leave the med bay.

Lots of things have been going on in the two months that have passed. I've been hitting the weight room, frequently when I'm not working, and have been working on my closer hand-to-hand combat there. I've shredded several Autobot versions of punching bags, which I had to help replace and had thought of a funny idea and had drawn a crappy and random picture of a Decepticon on there. I did it for everyone of the bags. Seemed to spur everyone on, and they liked to go and beat the shit out of the newly dubbed 'Deceptibag'. I called it Mo though, because even punching bags need names. I even put a little nametag on it.

I had spent a little time with Sideswipe. Enough to call him more then an acquaintance, but not enough to call him a friend. He's more or less my daily annoyance. Sideswipe will pop out of the most random of places and often scare the living shit out of me. He usually drags his brother along when he visits too. Drives me bloody bonkers… and Sideswipe knows it. I think…

Decepticon activity has skyrocketed. Sideswipe, who had been released a month prior, was there, along with my father, the motorcycle trio, the ice-cream twins, and Ironhide. Ratchet, Sunstreaker who happened to be in the foulest mood I had seen yet, Jolt, and I were still here at base. I was in charge of arranging the ice-cream twin's new alt forms because the bloody fraggers went and pissed off Sideswipe. He and his brother practically rewired the damn little twins, I helped a bit, and they got stuck in the form of a conjoined ice-cream truck. Ratchet and Jolt were prepping the med bay incase someone got hurt, and I hope they didn't. Sunstreaker was out, probably terrorizing some of the soldiers here. I really don't know; I don't really spend a whole lot of time with him. He's an ass.

But… there's something more to him. It's primal, wild, and untamed, a bit savage if you really want to go into detail. It gives me the sense that he would probably rip me in half if I pissed him off enough, or if I was a Decepticon. Sideswipe has the same thing, but it's more hidden then Sunstreaker. Sideswipe is way more docile then Sunstreaker, that much I can tell you… though both of them like a good prank.

I rolled both alt modes inside the main hanger one at a time, because while I am indeed now an auto-monotonous organism I am still small and pushing two cars is kind of hard. When the green and rusty orange colored Chevy's were rolled behind two screens, I stepped back and stretched.

I took a look at my paint and noticed that I would have to be repainted soon. I get repainted about every three or so months, sometimes four. Depends on how bad my paint job gets scuffed, and right now I had a few bare spots from where I always seem to scrape myself against something or other. Usualy I paint what ever of myself I can, and then I have Elita help me with my back and wings. My flame over paint is kind of crappy, since neither Elita, Optimus, nor I are good artists. How my father keeps his flames nice and neat I will never ever know. I'll have to repaint it after these couple of weeks are over, since this Shanghai incident has let me know that the second movie is drawing near.

Honestly, I don't remember all the in-depth details of what happens in this movie since it has been two years since I watched it, and I don't know how to hack into my memory files. I do know, though, that it was going to hurt me a lot when Optimus dies due to our bond. It's going to hurt Elita too. Even knowing that Sam brings Optimus back with the Matrix… it still makes my spark hurt.

I sighed and moved towards the med bay. I want to go for a drive, since the scenery on the island is actually really nice. Diego Garcia is actually a whole lot bigger then it seems. It has several miles stretched out onto ether side, small little roads that trail everywhere, hills, vegetation, wild life like rabbits and coyotes, and plenty of ditches, drop offs, and pot holes to make offroading fun and difficult for lower vehicles. To top it off, on the side furthest from the base is a gorgeous little cove. In that cove is a small beach, maybe twenty feet of sand when the tide is low, ten when the tide's not, and what would appear to be a small cave.

I had been inside it, and it wasn't small at all. The entrance, sure it was small, and Optimus would have to be in truck form to get inside, but further in, it opened up into this stunning cave filled with sea salt stalagmites. It stretched a good fifty, maybe sixty feet up, and the ceiling itself was covered in this strange glowing moss. I hadn't explored the whole thing, because this place was huge, but I had been a fair ways inside.

No one other then myself knows that when I drive, I usually pull various stunts to improve my driving, and possibly give me an edge in battle should I ever drive into one. I also do jumps and other reckless things, because they are a hell of a lot of fun. I managed to be able to make myself flip over something in car mode with out hitting it. But it actually depends on how tall, wide, and long it is…

I walked through the med bay doors and propped my hands on my hips, "Okay Ratchet, mini twins new alt modes have been delivered. I was going to go offroading for a bit if you don't mind?"

Ratchet was bent over this little thing working on it, I couldn't even see what it was, and Jolt was filing some records away. Ratchet nodded to me and answered. "Good, good. Yes you may go, but be careful. We don't need you back in here again so soon after leaving."

"Two months isn't soon Ratchet, and it's been a while since I've needed serious medical treatment." I countered and turned back and went back through the door. "Comm. link me if you need me." I could receive messages, but I couldn't send them back. Well, I could, but I would always get a headache from doing it too much so I just choose to do it rarely.

"Gotcha." He answered as the door closed. Ratchet seemed to have taken a liking for human phrases, as much as it annoyed him when we used them on him, and seemed to use them whenever he deemed fit. Like right now.

I shook my head and continued outside. When I was outside, strangely there was no Sunstreaker in sight; I folded down into my Alt mode. I still wasn't large, but I wasn't small ether. I could fit someone inside me now, well two people actually but they would be a little close together, but I still didn't carry anyone around. I can still drive off road whenever I want. Its loads of fun and if your careful not to run them over you can go scare a gathering of bunnies and watch them scatter.

I revved my engine, and then headed down one of the roads that lead off base. Turning left, I went down another one, and then turned right again. When I got far enough away, I flipped on my radio and set my own personal play list to blare from my speakers, and then I turned my wheels and slipped off the road.

From there, that's where the fun begins. I revved my engine, and then sped up. My shocks took most of the bounce from bumped and potholes, but it still sent my frame rocking on its wheels. I revved up and over a dune, sending me into the air for a short bit. I gave a whoop of joy, and then crashed back down again.

I drove for a while, scaring rabbits and tormenting coyotes and jumping sand dunes. I was going to try and jump these two dirt dunes, and in-between the two was a road. I had jumped it once before, and only once. Any other times I tried I ended up nose-diving into the opposite dune. There are car prints from my front bumper in the sides of the dirt jumps.

I shifted myself into four-wheel drive, different from my usual just driving with my front wheels, about half a mile from the jump. The sudden traction of all four wheels jarred my body and made my front wheels pop up for the briefest moment, and then I shot forward as fast as my non aerodynamic body would allow.

When I went up the dune and into the air, I had to raise my wheels up as far as I could. Why did I have to do that? Because a certain yellow Diablo was speeding down the road and the dunes aren't that high up, maybe eight feet or so, and I really didn't want to risk my life by scratching Sunstreaker's paint.

So when I was in the air, several things happened. I think I startled Sunstreaker, because as he passed under me, he looked like he locked his breaks and he seemed to fishtail around to see who I was. I landed oddly on the opposite side, like I usually end up doing, with my front wheels on the top of the dune, and my back tires spinning to get a hold on the loose sandy dirt that makes up the embankment. I ether land like this, which I don't count as actually jumping the dunes, or I nose dive as I had mentioned earlier. I revved my engine and started pulling myself up. My back tires span a couple of times, and ended up spraying dirt because I don't have tire flaps to keep things from getting tossed into the air.

There was a revving down on the road, and I turned myself around and edged to the edge. Sunstreaker was sitting down there, revving up at me. I felt him trying to establish a comm. link with me, and accepted it. You never know what he has to say. I turned off my radio so I could hear him.

'What the frag are you doing, femme?' Sunstreaker questioned me.

I let my engine rumble in annoyance. He was interrupting my drive. Or maybe I was interrupting his… were interrupting each other then. 'My name isn't femme; it's Nightstrider, so I suggest you learn it and use it. I was off road racing and dune jumping for your information.'

'Well then Nightstrider, watch where you're driving, you almost got me with your tires.' He snarked.

See? I told you he's an ass. A pompous ass. 'Good thing you're a low riding car then, isn't it? If you were any higher and could actually off road drive then we would have a problem cause I would have hit you.'

'What do you mean by if I could actually off road drive?' he rumbled. Sunstreaker can't get me up here, because he wont get himself dirty. Robot version of a city slicker.

'Exactly that. You're a road hugger, not only would you bottom out when you hit a bump, but knowing you, you wouldn't want to run the risk of ruining your paint job.' I stated.

'I'll show you road hugger.' Sunstreaker roared his engine. I roared mine back, slammed the link closed and then turned to go. There was no way he could get up that embankment unless he transformed. I was about sixty feet from the edge when I saw through my mirrors parts of the embankment explode. My first thought was 'damn, there goes my jumping spot' second was 'oh shit' before I gunned it with a certain pissed Lamborghini Diablo tearing out of the dust cloud. I really should learn to keep my big mouth shut…

I shifted back to my four wheel drive, having went back to two wheel drive when I was talking to Sunstreaker, and tore off towards the bumpiest place I knew on the island, and that happened to be second farthest from the base.

Sunstreaker chased me for a bit, seemingly loving the fact he could do it and I couldn't get away like a twisted game of cat and mouse. I knew this for a fact that his Lambo form could easily run me down in my GMC Jimmy form. But it may have also had to do with the fact that we were in a heavily pothole filled and bumpy place.

When I managed to somehow get some distance between us, I turned myself around and raced towards him for what could have been a head on collision. When I was close, I turned sharply on my side, transformed partially so I could shove my hands onto the ground and pushed myself into the air. I flipped over Sunstreaker, rolled a bit, and then came to my wheels and was racing away as said sunflower was turning around.

'They're back.' Ratchet comm. linked to me. I didn't reply.

I would get someone there to keep this crazy mech off of my ass. So I sped up to my max speed, and then tried to keep it there. As slightly terrified of what Sunstreaker may have planned, I found this to be exhilarating. My spark was racing, my cooling fans were working double time to cool me down in the Diego Garcia sunlight, and I could see steam rising out from underneath my hood. I was never good with racing stamina, but that was something I'd work on later.

As I sped into the base parking lot, Sunstreaker not far behind me, I slowed down just slightly so I could transform. When my change was done on the fly, I kept going at a running pace. I leapt over humans, and those who were smart leapt out of my way, and as I came across Ironhide, I dived between his legs and kept going. If I could have stopped to see Ironhide's face, I would have, because I'm sure I would have busted a gut. I could hear Sunstreaker now, he was transforming on the fly too.

Optimus, where are you? I was gonna have my papa save me, but then I remembered at this time in the movie he had been talking with Galloway. I haven't met the guy, but I didn't like him in the movie. Shit, how the hell am I supposed to lose Sunstreaker now?

My saving grace came in the form of a certain yellow Diablo's red Diablo brother. "Hi Nightstrider!" Sideswipe waved at me as I neared him. "What's the rush? You look like a Decepticon asked you to be his sparkmate."

I slowed myself down and slipped around Sideswipe so I could hide as much as I could. "Your brother," I huffed and sucked in more air to cool my steaming self down, "is trying to kill me."

Sideswipe grinned over his shoulder at me and waited for his brother to turn the corner. "And you want me to save you." It wasn't a question.

"Only if you got the time." I responded.

Sideswipe gave me what I'm sure was supposed to be his most charming smirk, and then responded with, "For you, Princess, I always have time to save you from the evils of the giant sunflower."

I snorted at him. "Well then, Prince charming, do your duty and keep him from murdering me while I escape." Sometimes this is what our banter turned too.

And I turned myself and snuck away as Sideswipe gave a playful bark of laughter and tackled his brother as Sunstreaker turned the corner.