Halloo! Our family recently adopted another adorable little furball of a ferret, and she and our fuzzy chase one another a lot! It's sooo cute!

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I glanced at the digital alarm clock, located on a small shelf a couple feet from the foot of my bed. The red numbers glowed steadily; 10:00PM.

I sighed, then whispered pleadingly, "ShortCircuit, are you really sure that you sense more energy-signatures nearby?"

ShortCircuit, connected to my back confirmed it with a mental and out-loud shout of, "YES!"

"Well thank you so much for rupturing my eardrums," I told her matter-of-factly. Just then, Blindside awoke from where he was recharging in the closet.

"Seekjei," he whispered, "There are two Autobot energy-signatures very close by! They are both staying still, possibly on the road, slightly to the West of the front of your house."

Wow. Accurate.

I felt a smugness at being correct emanating from ShortCircuit, along with a mix of slight jealousy and pride for her friend as she sensed my unspoken admiration.

I sighed, sending ShortCircuit a mental reassurance of my appreciation for her as well, and she sent back a pleased little chirp.

Then I thanked Blindside for his alerting us further, and I snuck over towards Freefel's bed, where she was sleeping, blissfully unaware of what I was about to do.

I grabbed my sister's shoulders in both hands, shook her vigorously, and yell-whispered in her ear, "SSHHHHHH!"

Freefel moan-yelped in protest and pulled away, staring at me as if I were sane. (Since we're both insane, sanity is crazy to us.)

"You said that you didn't want to be left out of all the fun," I told her, "Now UP!"

Calming down, Freefel groggily pushed herself up on one arm and asked, "Wass goin' on? Who's it?" In reply, I bit her on the wrist, which irritated her enough that she got out of bed.

(WARNING: Don't try this at home. Your sibling/whoever-it-is just may slap or possibly bite you back. And it shall hurt. Of course, I'm an insane, untrained semi-professional at this, so I know what I'm doing, more or less.)

"Don't bite me!" Freefel yell-whispered in my face. "But I shall!" I responded, "For I take pleasure in your annoyance at me!" Then I ducked to avoid her well-aimed slap.

Quickly, I scurried away from my glowering sister and over to the window, shoving it open and handing the screen to Freefel.

She placed it on her bed as I slithered out the window -with ShortCircuit still attached to my spine- and onto the roof. There, I turned around carefully, and noticed that Blindside looked slightly confused.

"What are we doing?" he inquired, perplexed, "Are we retreating? Are Freefel and I to follow you both?" "If you want to follow us, then I'd love for you to come," I told him, "But no, we aren't retreating. ShortCircuit and I are going to go say 'hi' to the 'Bots."

I felt ShortCircuit's begrudging acceptance of this fact, and noticed Blindside's utterly horrified expression.

"But..." he whispered, looking shocked and terrified, "But they will kill you! The Autobots will kill ShortCircuit and you!"

"No no no," I promised, "They won't. It's ok. We've met two of them before, and it's ok. They promised not to hurt her."

Blindside's expression was one of pure misery.

"Promises are not always kept," he pleaded, pale silvery optics glowing faintly in distress.

"This promise is kept," I assured him, "And will be enforced. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you or ShortCircuit. It'll be ok." ShortCircuit trilled a reassuring agreement.

"Wanna come?" I asked, and Blindside recoiled. Then he hesitantly stepped closer.

"I may be able to be a... look-out," he offered, looking almost pained at his word-choice, "I can listen, and detect where the energy-signatures are."

"That's a good idea," I told him, "Thank you." "I'll be a look-out too," Freefel told me, "That way, I can watch the action from a distance. And throw stuff if necessary."

"Thanks," I laughed, then fluttered off the roof, landing with a soft 'thump' on the cool grass of the front lawn. It was a good thing that we lived in a quiet, small neighborhood, and not a crowded city.

'Which way exactly?' I mentally asked ShortCircuit, and she indicated over to my right. I could just barely see two vehicles parked there near a telephone pole, and I ran lightly towards them, trying to tread quietly.

"Human." I jumped at the sudden voice, and whipped my head around to look for the source. No one was nearby. Besides, the voice was familiar and had come from ShortCircuit's comlink.

Oh great.

"What, Screamer?" I asked bluntly, keeping my voice low.

"Do not call me that."

"Ok, fine. What, Starry?"

"You are not to go near those two Autobots. I have ordered you before- repeatedly- not to tell them anything."

"Man, how far away are you? Your voice isn't as close as usual, but you can tell that I'm approaching two Autobots?"

"Yes. Seekers have very large signature-location ranges. Now, do not change the subject."

"Yeah, yeah, sure thing, dad," I chuckled, rolling my eyes. Starscream growled at me as I reached the two Autobots, then quieted, probably so he could listen in.

"Hello," I addressed the two politely, secretly glad that both were sleek and light-colored, and not an aggressive GMC Topkick.

"'Sup, lil' femme?" asked one, the easily-recognizeable-voiced Jazz.

"Nothin' much," I replied instinctively, then remembered that Blindside was at our house, which would certainly be newsworthy, "Um... Do you want to come into the backyard? It's easier to hide there."

"Yeah," replied the other, "Le-e-e-et's go." I wondered at the voice, then shrugged and lead the way to the backyard, to where I'd officially met Jazz and Ironhide... how long ago? Less than a week? Wow.

Once there, the two Autobots transformed, and one of them stretched a bit, before turning to look at me with big, light blue optics.

Jazz spoke first, "Hey, we were cruisin' 'round, an' picked up some more a' them 'Con energy signatures fer' a bit. 'Membered you an' yer' lil' 'Con friend were here. Now, why's there an extra 'Con signature here?" he questioned, pointing towards the lower roof on the other side of the house.

"That would be-" I started to say, but was cut off by Starscream hissing over the comlink at me. "What?" I hissed back at him under my breath, "Telling them his name is so dangerous that it might give you a heart-attack or something?"

"..." There was a miffed silence.

"Anyway," I stated, turning my attention back to the Autobot, "The energy signature is coming from Blindside. He's another small 'defect,' like ShortCircuit, and just got here a day-well, night, or two ago. He's really shy, and scared that any Autobots will try to hurt him and ShortCircuit, so he's keeping watch with my sister on the roof."

"Well that would expl-l-l-lain it," the other Autobot acknowledged, "We'd been wondering what those two sha-a-a-a-apes were."

"Yeah," I stated, nodding. Small awkward silence. "Um, who are you, by the way?"

"Oh, I'm hurt," he responded melodramatically, "All the fans recognize me, ev-v-v-v-ven when I'm in vehicle mode!"

"It's dark out!" I defended myself, sounding slightly whiny, "And I'm tired! My brain works even more less good when I'm tired!"

"I see that," he replied, "Jazz to-o-o-o-old me that your name is Seekjei, right?"

"Yep. Seekjei I is."

"Well, Seekjei, I am Bumblebee."