Hiii! Four more of our baby fish, named Ashi, Urvi Revai, and Aradi , have died, so I'm sad, and I dedicate this chapter to them. But now I'm updating, and lots of nice people have reviewed, so now I'm much happier. Oh, aaaaannnddd... It's winter vacation! At least where I am in the country that I do reside upon. Can a person really live inside of a country? 'Cause if they did, they'd be inside of the continent or island or whatever it is. So that'd mean that people actually live on countries! So. Yeah.

Sorry I haven't updated sooner! There was a problem with the laptop, and then I couldn't find it, and I've been watching "Doctor Who" all day. Weeping angels, yikes! I'm glad I don't go to church or other places with lots of statues, or I'd start shrieking! ...Anyway!

To Link's Rose: Hahaha, yay, I'm glad you like it. Yes she certainly is. Erm, I don't read or watch that series, because I don't believe in and spells and sorcery and that sort of thing. Anywho, thanks very much fer' the review!

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And now, this chappy-ter!

After Freefel quit squealing in delight at meeting Bumblebee, the 'Bot offered to let her and Blindside ride with him on the way to the Autobots. Freefel was ecstatic, and eagerly agreed.

Blindside was terrified though, and his silvery optics were flickering from dark gray to bright white and back again. This was something that ShortCircuit had told me was an indication of a Cybertronian's fear or strong emotion, and poor Blindside's optics were flickering like crazy.

Freefel and ShortCircuit managed to calm him down a teensy bit, by a multitude of reasoning and explain-y sentences. How?

By both of them reassuring him that the Autobots didn't want to hurt him or ShortCircuit. By Freefel informing him that the Autobots wouldn't try to harm him or her and risk harming the two nut cases (Freefel and me) who were nearby. And by ShortCircuit stroking his almost non-existent ego by reminding him of his exceptional signature-location abilities.

I'd not been aware of these said-abilities, but didn't say anything, seeing as I was not good at calming him down. I was the one who'd sort of gotten us into this situation in the first place, and ShortCircuit told me that thusly and unsurprisingly, Blindside blamed me for it.

Not that he'd intentionally show it, because he was still too frightened of getting punished. But ShortCircuit had known him for a long time and could tell when he was secretly miffed at someone. Being his close friend, ShortCircuit was frequently miffed at whoever Blindside was miffed at, and was usually much more outspoken about it.

'Same thing with me and Freefel,' I mentally agreed as Blindside nervously climbed through Bumblebee's backdoor after Freefel, 'Except Freefel and I are both quite vocal about people we're miffed at. But only when they can't hear us. We say scary things. Heh heh heh.'

I climbed in through Jazz's back door, with ShortCircuit still on my back. It kept her feeling safer, and made sure we'd be in constant communication with Starscream.

...Not sure if that was a good thing at this point, since he seemed to enjoy deliberately annoying us. But hey, we did the same to him! Or at least I did; ShortCircuit seemed quite happy to sit back and enjoy seeing/hearing me annoy Screamer and vice versa.

But back to the story.

Jazz and Bumblebee drove off of our front yard, onto the road, and I've gotta say, it felt so cool to be sitting in a fancy, expensive-looking alien-robot-car. Ah the things I could brag about if I didn't have to keep it all a secret!

Out the window, as the Autobots drove along, I could see Freefel sitting in Bumblebee, excitedly chatting away with him and Blindside. Well, at least with Bumblebee; Blindside was curled up in a ball on the backseat next to Freefel, shivering. Poor guy.

But he seemed to relax just a teensy bit as the rip continued, thanks to Freefel's perkiness and Bumblebee's friendliness.

Jazz, for his part, was very friendly and laid back, but I think it unnerved him when I spoke with ShotCircuit and/ or Starscream. Jazz tried to join in the conversation via comlink, but his voice was painfully loud for ShortCircuit and I because of our close proximity.

Plus, Starscream would instantly shut up the instant he heard Jazz's comlink connect to ours'. So the epic Autobot could only hear about 1/3 of our conversation.

So here's some of what he might've overheard and wondered about. "No, if you or Blindside tried escaping, they'd catch you and you might get accidentally hurt!"

"YES I really do mean accidentally!"

"Of course they won't kill you! The Autobots are really nice!"

"...Ok, most of them."

"Look, Starry- ok, fine, Starscream- you can track energy-signatures as well as anyone- ok, ok, better than some- so ya' don't need me to tell you where we're going, since I have no idea anyway."

"Well how would I know?"

These were some of the things that Jazz must've overheard, but he had the patience and politeness to not say anything to interrupt.

Then, after I-don't-even-know-how-long-maybe-15-minutes?, we apparently arrived at wherever-it-was-that-we-were-supposed-to-go. Jazz and Bumblebee stopped and opened the doors for us, and we four slid out and onto the grass, and the Autobots transformed.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing I had to do once I got out was answer Starscream's demand of "Where are you?!" I rolled my eyes and looked around, "I dunno, but it looks like... well, I dunno. Forests, lots of forests with tall trees, and fields nearby and stuff. Hardly any buildings nearby, just maybe one."

I could hear him grumbling and growling about 'signal-dampeners' or something, and I turned my attention back to the two Autobots. They were staring.

"Whaa-aaat?" I asked, miffed, "I spoke da truth!" Then I looked around again, "Seriously though, I can't tell where we are. And Starscream obviously can't either."

"Is no him fault," ShortCircuit told me, "Autobots is interfering with detection of energy-signatures. Is like leader said, is signature-dampeners. Is make Blindside very nervous to no sense signatures at all here."

"Ah," I replied out loud, nodding. That probably looked really weird, 'cause no one else could hear ShortCircuit's side of our mini-conversation.

"Ah, don't worry," Freefel told me, ignoring the seemingly random "ah" and sidling over, "With your absurdly vague description, I'm sure it'll take Starscream quite a while to find us."

I rolled my eyes, "Thanks sis, thanks a lot. You're so supportive of my intelligence." "Glad to help," she retorted cheerfully, laughing.

I sighed heavily, flopping my head to one side. I noticed Blindside a few feet away, muttering to himself. 'Does he usually do this?' I thought to ShortCircuit, and she sent me back a mental shrug, 'Eh, not sure. Is being long time since last spend long time with Blindside on Cybertron.' I mentally shrugged back, 'Eh. Ok.'

"So!" I announced, "Anyway. Now what?"

"Now..." Jazz declared with a smirk, "Ya get t' meet Prime."

"Oh..." I breathed, unable to comprehend the fact, "Uh... ok... Where is he?"

"I am right here, young one," came the ever so epic and famous voice of Optimus Prime himself, and he emerged epically from the nearby forest.

...

I'M ABOUT TO MEET OPTIMUS PRIME!

Well well. I'm about to meet Optimus Prime himself. What shall occur?