Hey guys! I'm on holiday and I'm using my brother's internet to post the new chapter up so don't expect me to put a new chapter up until at least another week. Absolutely love the reviews and favs along with alert. Keep them coming guys, they make me so happy :) I was going to leave it last week with her just meeting the Autobots but I thought that was too cruel. So let's see what you guys think.

The first review of chapter 3.

TheGhost129: NUUU D:

I know! Poor Vi. They're treating her like some criminal. (Love this review btw)

Scarecrowlovinggirl98: Oh please please PLEASE! hurry up with next chapter

I'll try my best. I might update it either every week or every two weeks. It depends if I have the time. But I'll try. Glad you enjoy it though :)

movielover123456: This is sooooooooo good! I love it! Please update soon!

Glad you love it. I'm sooooooooo glad I'm not the only one who loves my story. I'll try my best to update.

Autobotsrawesome: I can't wait for the next chapter this story s Is awesome.

I couldn't wait to write more chapters. Aww...I'm glad you think it's awesome :D

WingBladeWeaver1357: WOW! I love the long chap! And I also love Vi acting like she's not a spy to Mr. Rise! Hilarious! And again, poor Vi... Getting suspected as a Decepti-creep spy. I hope she escapes! Go Vi!

Update soon :D ;)

This review made me smile like an idiot for ages. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I do try to make it funny for my readers. Yeah, poor Vi. Hopefully it'll get better...or worse. Unfortunately, she is dealing with Ironhide and she has an usual amount of knowledge of the Autobots so they're gonna think she's a spy for a bit. I hope she escapes as well. Go Vi! I'll try to update soon ;)

Guest2: I was too lazy to log in on my account(just sayin). Anyway I love love LOOOVVVEEE! this story so far. You have got to continue. I love the chase against Vi and Sideswipe. Aaaaahhhh keep it up

Don't worry, I do that all the time. I'm just glad you reviewed. I'm happy you love love LOOOVVVEEE my story :D Don't worry, I will continue this. I loved writing about the chase, I tried to write it as exciting as possible. Don't worry I will.

Shannon the chameleon: omg love this so freakin much can't wait for next chappie

I love it as well! This review again put a stupid smile on my face as did all the reviews. I'll try to update ASAP.

Oh yeah, btw, i don't own Transformers :'( (So sad, so sad) Hope you enjoy this chapter, remember to review and fav :)

Chapter 4

I'm standing right in front of my cell. I've memorized every hall I've seen on the way to my cell. I may of gave in but that doesn't mean I've given up. I just need to get my strength back, but there's no way I'm falling asleep in the cell, they might relocate me or something. A few cells stand in front of me. A few for humans, a few for bots. I'm shoved forward a little, resulting in a growl escaping me.

"In you go," says one of the soldiers opening the cell door.

"I want to go in the bigger one," I state firmly.

"What? The cybertronian cell? They're for the bots," replies the guy with one eye brow raised.

"Then it'll be harder for me to get out," I say evenly.

The soldiers all give each other uneasy glances at each other unsure of what to do.

"Why not?" shrugs one of the soldiers.

So they shut the prison gate and I get put in the bigger one with the cuffs still on. The Cybertronian cell has no gates or doors but I've read enough fanfictions to know what's going to happen next. I turn around and sure enough I'm right. A blue shield like barrier lights up, preventing me from escaping. I get my handcuffs off easily with some hidden hair clips up my sleeve. I feel oddly vulnerable without my assassin suit on. I throw my handcuffs to the shield to see what it does. My question is answered as it sparks and electrocutes the handcuffs. This catches a few guards attention.

"Hey! How did you get them off?" demands one of the guards.

I ignore them and look around. There's no where for me to sit, since the berth is to high up. I do some stretches, confusing the guards before dropping down and start doing some press ups. I may be in a cell but I'm not lazying about.

A few hours have gone by but nothing has happened. I've had a few government officials come in and demand what I'm doing here and blah, blah, blah! I've just ignored them which annoyed them and made a few throw tantrums. I'm still exercising but at the moments I'm just doing some sit ups. Ive had a few breaks and rested a little and to be honest, my body's on autopilot. My mind just keeps thinking back to everything that's happened. I mean the transformers are real! It wasn't just some stupid prank, it was actually Barricade who was chasing me. I manage to slip away from a con. Man, is he going to be peeved. Before I can think any more on the subject, I hear the door open. Probably some government official. I ignore whoever it is and carry on with my workout.

"Why is she in a Cybertronian cell?" questions a familiar voice.

One that belongs to Mr William Lennox.

"She requested it and we saw no harm in it, so why not Sir?" responders a guard.

He must of nodded because I didn't hear him respond until a minute later where he walks in front of my cell.

"Is she working out? How long has she been doing that?" asks Lennox sounding confused and curious.

"Ever since she got here," answers the guard.

"What? And no sleep?" asks Lennox surprised.

"No sir," answers the guard respectfully.

"Where's her handcuffs?" questions Lennox confused.

"Well sir...um..." starts the guard unsure of how to answer.

Instead he looks at the crippled, burnt handcuffs on the floor in my cell and Lennox follows his gaze. Once he sees the broken handcuffs his eyes widen in shock and surprise.

"I see..." trails off Lennox.

"We need you in the interrogation room. Are you going to come peacefully or not?" asks Lennox serious, as he folds his arms.

I carry on working out but I reply this time.

"It depends," I answer.

"On what?" questions Lennox uncertain.

"If I'm handcuffed and pushed. I know how to walk I don't need any help," I comment.

"How do I know you won't escape?" asks Lennox.

"I could of escaped on the way here," I point out.

"You tried to escape earlier," replies Lennox.

"And look how that turned out," i retort.

"Fine," agrees Lennox.

"But sir-" states a guard.

"Don't question me," replies Lennox successfully winning the barely begun argument.

The guard relunctunly pulls a switch that turns off the blue shield. I stand up and walk towards him, the other guard close by making me growl.

"You didn't say anything about an escort," remarks Lennox smugly.

He's got me there. I didn't reply and follow them out. The question is though will i be questioned by the stuck up officials or the Autobots?

And the answer is stuck up officials. One by one they come in, flaunting how important they are. I admit a few wasn't bad but I gave all of them the same treatment: silence. I turn my head to look at the mirror which everyone can see through the other side. I have no idea who it is but I glare at it, through the mirror, hoping to freak them out as I wait for my next so called interrogator. This time more than one person enters the room. First Lennox and Epps, then good old Hide but in his holoform followed by a man I am unfamiliar with but I feel like I've met him before. By his electric blue eyes I'm guessing an autobot and guessing by his air of authority that makes my back goes straighter. I'll say it's the bug bot himself: Optimus Prime. He's tall as a human like really tall and well built. In military uniform though. He has my whole attention but I don't show it by messing with my nails, feigning disinterest. Ironhide gives a growl from my disrespect but I ignore him.

"Please state your name," says Lennox.

I wasn't going to reply but I actually respect him. I mean he faced Decepticons and deals with Galloway.

"You know my name," I reply plainly.

"No I don't. You told me your name is Alicia Jones but you have no record. Then you told Sideswipe your name is Vi in a slip of the tounge," explains Lennox making me curse inwardly in Spanish.

"Fine, my name is Violent Sedis," I answer before continuing, "Vi for short."

Epps gives a nod before holding his ear piece and speaking in whispers, which I picked up easily with my advance hearing. Prime steps forward stealing my attention. I felt like I should give a salute but I resist.

"Miss Sedis. Do you know why you was chased yesterday?" questions Prime formally.

"Why? No. Who by? My guess is Barricade whose fake name was Barry Cade. That's basically worse than Ron Hide," I answer earning a grunt off Ironhide.

"How did you know it was Barricade?" asks Prime.

"You mean besides the bad fake name? Well his eyes were a red colour. His alt mode is a mustang police car and it had 643 on it as well as the Deception symbol so yes, it was pretty obvious," I reply dryly.

"How did you escape Barricade?" questions Prime.

"What can I say? I'm a talented driver," I reply smirking.

I hear Ironhide grumble under his breath.

"So you managed to escape one of the best Decepticon's scouts?" asks Prime skeptically.

That is weird now that I think of it.

"Yes," I reply firmly.

Epps steps forward after receiving a message.

"Just got word from our guys. There is no Violent Sedis. She doesn't exist," reveals Epps.

Ironhide growls and storms up to me in front of the desk and slams his fists on the table.

"Enough lies human! Who do you work for and what is your real name?" demands Ironhide angrily.

"That is my real name. But no one knows that because I don't go by that name. My criminal name is Shadow. Check the FBI, CIA, M.I.9, etc top most wanted list," I say annoyed.

"Why would you be on there?" questions Lennox.

"Parking tickets," I answer sarcastically.

"That name isn't on the records either guys. There isn't any known activity by anyone called Shadow," adds in Epps.

WHAT?! I nearly fall off my chair in shock and surprised. My feet firmly on the ground. Not to toot my horn or anything, I'm not proud of what I do but I'm legendary in the criminal world. I'm so good no one even knew what gender the Shadow is well until now. I hear Ironhide growl and start ranting at me about telling the truth and if I don't then I'm going to face his cannons but I ignore him as my mind goes into overdrive thinking of any answers. What's going on? I don't understand. Why have I vanished off records? I was on the record the other day before...before the Transformers were real to me.

"Damn..." I breathe out, making Ironhide stop his ranting and everyone focus' their attention on me.

What if I'm transported to a different universe? One where Transformers are real and I don't exist? Well in that case, I'm screwed.

"What is it?" questions Lennox as I'm tempted to head butt the table as I glare at it.

"It doesn't matter," I reply smoothly.

"Miss Sedis, how do you know of us?" asks Prime going to the question I was dreading the most.

"I want a lawyer," I dodge, refusing to answer the question.

"People who don't exist don't get a lawyer," retorts Epps making me growl in annoyance.

I need to prove that I'm real somehow.

"How do you know of us femme?" growls Ironhide making me hiss but other that that I don't answer making him angrier.

"Answer me!" demands Ironhide, making me angrier.

I'm seriously at my breaking point. If I'm pushed too far, a dagger will go through everyone here no matter who they are and I don't want that.

"No," I growl out trying to hold in my anger.

"Why?!" questions Ironhide.

"Because you're not real!" I yell snapping at him, shocking everyone.

Ironhide is yet again the first one to recover to my annoyance.

"What?" questions Ironhide.

I start cursing in Spanish but out loud this time. I'm so stupid!

"What do you mean?" questions Prime.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I mutter quietly but the Autobots have sensitive hearing so they picked up on it anyway and they look at each other in confusion.

"Miss Sedis if you give us useful information you can have things in return," offers Prime trying to appeal to me.

"Like what?" I question interested.

"Well you must be uncomfortable in your cell-" before Lennox can carry on I interrupt.

"Actually, it's one of the nicest cells I've ever been in," I interrupt honestly.

"What?" asks Epps in disbelief.

"Well, it has no spider webs. It's not dusty, it's quite clean for a cell. It's not damp. There's no perverted guards. I get a meal, I'm guessing 3 times a day or else it will go against the human rights. As well as all of that, there are no dead bodies and I don't have to share with anyone, especially someone whose dying," I explain.

I'm actually being truthful about this. I don't get beat up or tortured considering this is a legal government agency.

"But there's no privacy. No shower or toilet," counters Lennox.

"I've been in worse. A lot worse," I shrug.

"So you get caught a lot?" questions Ironhide with a hint of a smirk.

"Rarely. If I ever do, I let them take in me so I can destroy them from the inside out. Not once have I been caught by the police or government," I answer.

"By who then?" asks Ironhide curiously.

"Sometimes the head of the mobsters, the mafia, terrorists, that sort of thing," I reply casually.

"We can offer medical attention. You must of gotten harmed when your motorbike crashed into the crates," suggests Prime.

"Taken care of," I answer.

I take my jacket off showing a ripped up bit of cloth wrapped around my arm before putting my jacket back on. I've secured my leg as well and it should be ok soon.

"What about infections?" questions Epps.

"Taken care of," I answer. I have medical equipment in my belt. (I know it's sounds like Batman's belt but I can't carry all of that in a jacket that I won't be wearing most of the time)

"So you have medical knowledge?" questions Prime curiously.

I resist the urge to say 'Yes Sir!' and instead I reply, "In the type of life I live, you don't last very long without medical knowledge."

"There has to be something," insists Ironhide.

"Freedom," I answer.

"We'll give you some privileges to roam round the base in some areas like the cafeteria, rec room, etc," replies Lennox.

"No deal," I deny.

"Isn't there something else?" asks Epps.

"Well...I suppose there is," I say thinking.

"Well what is it?" questions Lennox.

"I want those freedom rights. As well as my own room with a shower and a toilet. I don't want an escort on my back 24/7. I don't want anyone treating me like dirt or I will not be responsible for my actions. I will not be questioned by stuck up officials," I propose folding my arms.

"I think that can be arranged. Anything else?" asks Lennox.

"Yes. My motorbike and you have to believe what I say no matter how crazy it sounds, because I'm being honest," I finish firmly.

Everyone looks at each other uneasily and it seems like they're having a secret conversation.

"You promise it's the truth?" asks Prime.

"On my life," I answer firmly, my voice not wavering in the slightest.

"Prime, she's hooked up to the lie detector so we'll know if she lies," comments Lennox.

Prime gives a nod and asks me, "Who do you work for?"

That wasn't the question I was expecting but...

"Myself," I answer truthfully.

"Why was Barricade after you?" questions Prime.

"I don't know. I really don't understand it myself. I didn't even know you was real until Barricade. I haven't come in contact with anyone or thing that is remotely Cybertronian until i was chased. I'm not special in any way. I have no clue," I answer honestly.

"How do you know of us?" asks Prime.

Here we go.

"I'm from an alternate reality where transformers aren't real and they're just a popular franchise. Movies, cartoons, toys, even lunch boxes," I answer very quickly.

Everyone keeps silence as time ticks by shock and alarm on their faces. And guess who's the first to recover. Good old Hide.

"Prime, she's lier. An obvious Decepticon spy. Permission to terminate?" requests Ironhide.

"It's the truth," I grit out.

"Miss Sedis, have you ever took a physiological test?" offers Epps, annoying me further.

"I'm not crazy. It's the truth," I repeat through gritted teeth.

"Explain yourself," orders Lennox serious.

"Everything was normal a few days ago. I don't understand how I got here. I was on a special mission and then..." I trail off as I realize how it happened.

My mind flashes back to the mission and I remember how the machine turned on, on it's own and the flash of light.

"Then what?" probes Ironhide snapping me out of my memory.

"Then machine turned on," I state before cursing in Spanish and English, cursing Deconi's name.

"What machine?" asks Epps curiously.

"There was a machine there. A big circular shape. They was going too bring back someone worse than Hitler. It was a time travel machine. Instead it brought me here. But how?" I explain, my voice getting quieter as I speak mostly to myself.

"Time travel? This sounds crazier by the second," comments Epps.

"I know. But it's true. The machine turned itself on," I say, resisting the urge to pace as I think.

"This doesn't make any sense," comments Lennox.

It doesn't, unless...

"No. It makes perfect sense," I say, making everyone look at me weirdly.

"When I woke up, I thought I was in the same facility. Everything was in ruins as it should be and I thought the machine was reduced to ashes. What if it wasn't? What if someone on this side turned it on and then moved it while I was unconscious to make me think it was destroyed?" I ramble as my mind runs at at million miles per hour.

"Why do you think there's one this side?" questions Lennox.

"It can only transport you to another machine to make a link from one end to the other,"I explain.

"That would make sense if it's all true," replies Ironhide.

"I don't have to answer to you. If you don't believe me, that's your problem," I retort annoyed with him.

"What about you not being on the system?" questions Lennox.

"I don't think I was born in this world. There's bound to be other differences between our worlds," I answer.

"That would explain it," comments Epps.

Thank you Epps. He's my new favourite person. I give Ironhide a smug look making him growl, filling me with amusement.

"Well Optimus?" asks Lennox.

"So far this does all make sense-" insert smug look at Ironhide here- "but we need time to go over the information," replies Prime.

I can deal with that. I give a nod in approval

"Meanwhile, you'll be escorted back to your cell," continues Prime.

"Don't forget your end of the bargain, Prime," I remind sternly.

"That's if what you say is true," comments Ironhide.

"Which it is," I reply.

This time Ironhide doesn't grace me with a real answer. He just gives a snort in return, making me roll my eyes.

"Anything else?" I ask wanting to get this over with.

"Actually yes. Why did you request the Cybertronian brig?" questions Prime.

"Is there any reason why I can't?" I reply back, dodging the original question.

"No. But curious as to why," answers back Prim.

"Curiousity. I wanted to see what it's like to be in a Cybertronain cell?" I lie smoothly.

"Am I free to go?" I question fed up with the interrogation.

Prime nods so I stand up and I immediately feel a strong grip around my arm.

"Look, I know it's hard to keep your hands off me but I like my personal space," I comment, resisting the urge to flip Ironhide over my shoulder, mostly because I don't even know if I can do that.

I hear Lennox and Epps hold in their laughter as they cover their mouths.

"You shall be escorted whether you like it or not," growls Ironhide ignoring my comment.

"What? You don't trust me?" I ask acting innocently.

"Oh, I trust you. I trust you won't lubricate on me like some rodent and that's it," replies Ironhide referring to Mojo.

"Is that why you're so rusty?" I retort.

"I rather be rusty than squishy," retorts Ironhide smartly.

"Rather be squishy than ancient," I reply smirking.

"Respect your elders, kid," remarks Ironhide.

"Kid? I'm a lady. Get it right gramps," I comment.

"Lady? Ha! And I'm in no way you're creators mech creator. It's illogical," replies Ironhide resulting in me rolling my eyes.

"And I'm glad it is," I comment.

"Pshh! You'll be lucky if you was my grandchild," replies Ironhide.

"I'll be dead from embarrassment if I was related to you," I retort.

Ironhide turns to Lennox and Epps with a glare as they start chuckling.

"Ahem. Should we carry on?" questions Prime.

I give a nod forgetting about the batter.

"It's a honour meeting you Prime," I nod.

"It was a pleasure, Miss Sedis," nods Prime politely.

"Lennox, Epps," I nod in respect, surprising them a little.

"And Ironhide, good riddance," I say with a mock salute.

"Don't forget I'm escorting you," growls Ironhide.

"Really can't stay away, can you?" I wink resulting in a grunt from Ironhide.

"Come on lady. I'll show you you're chambers," comments Ironhide sarcastically.

"Such a gentleman," I reply sarcastically as he leads the way.

"See ya, boys," I say with a wink before leaving.

Immediately two guards go towards me to grab me but I give a warning hiss. Ironhide looks over my shoulder to see us.

"There's no need. I've got this," states Ironhide.

The guards look at each other uneasily, wondering if they should obey him.

"You heard him boys. Chop, chop," I say with a hint of a smirk.

They give me a glare which I gladly return, making them flinch. I turn my gaze to Ironhide.

"Shall we?" I ask.

He nods simply and we walk off towards my temporary 'room'. On the way back to the cell, it's strangely quiet. Ironhide seems like he's thinking over something and I'm too exhausted to speak. Of course I don't show it. To do so would be a sign of weakness. I hold my head high with my back straight, walking confidently as the the two guards stroll behind. It isn't until I finally stand in front of my cell I relax for a second. One of the guards opens the gate to the human cell. Wait!

"I'm staying in the Cybertronian cell," I comment, taking a small step back.

"Not this time," replies Ironhide from behind me.

"But why not?" I question turning to face him.

"We need the Cybertronian cell free for emergencies," answers Ironhide.

"And by emergencies you mean to stop you from killing Sideswipe when he's up to his pranks," I reply.

He looks at me in shock before recovering quite quickly to his credits.

"Something like that," replies Ironhide before he gestures for me to step inside which I do.

I walk in with a bit of hesitation. As soon as I do I feel trapped. I turn around as I hear the door shut behind me, my eyes narrowing slightly. It helps that I don't have handcuffs on but I still feel uneasy.

"Might as well catch some sleep. According to Lennox, your species need regular recharge sessions, which you haven't been getting enough of," comments Ironhide.

"Aww...worried are we?" I say mockingly.

"No. Slightly interested. You must be exhausted," says Ironhide.

"Smart," I comment, confusing him. "But if you want information just ask. I know every trick in and outside the book. I know every interrogation technique so you'll get nothing out of me that way."

His eyes narrow at me, knowing he's been caught.

"Let's cut to the chase. What do you want to ask me?" I ask, wanting to know what he's trying to find out.

"Are you human?" questions Ironhide instantly.

For some reason, that doesn't surprise me.

"Yes," I answer with no hesitation.

"Why should I believe you?" questions Ironhide.

"Why ask me a question if you think I'm just going to lie?" I ask back smartly, making his eyes narrow at me.

"Scan me, go ahead. I have nothing to hide," I offer with my arms at my sides as I stand still.

"You could disguise your signature if you're a pretender," replies Ironhide.

"Then do a deep thorough scan," I reply.

His icy blue eyes narrow at me as he glares at me. I gladly return it with a icy glare of my own. The guards look at each other uneasily as we continue to glare at each other. I can see that he's trying to find something in my facial features, in my eyes. However, I keep them well guarded. My expression shows no emotion as does my eyes that bore into his own. Our stare down only last seconds but it feels like hours until he gives up and starts to walk away. I turn away as well and lie on the metal concrete they call a bed. My mind starts wandering away as thoughts occupy my mind. A lot has happened in the last 24hours. I've met my childhood heroes... and they see me as a Decepticon spy...great. Exactly how I wanted to to meet them. It's crazy how a few days ago they didn't exist and now... What happened to the others? Is everyone ok? Did they make it out? As long as Deconi's dead, it doesn't matter. That pit-scrawn is probably dead, there's no way he could of survived the explosion. Well, I did. But I was transported to a different world, was he? No...he left the room. But what do I do? What am I now? What's my purpose? It was to destroy Despiadado legacy but now? I'm in a new world. Millions would kill to be in this position, but me? I rather not. I don't understand. Why me? Why not some fan chic who's life dream is to meet the Autobots? Or someone who can provide real help? Or hell, someone who's a good person? It doesn't make any sense. My brain thinks and thinks until blackness fills me with peace as I fall into slumber. But one thought is imprinted on my mind. Why me?

Not everything is how they seem. Not everything is straight forward or black and white. Life is just a game. A game with tricks and cheaters, with winners and losers. Sometimes the rules are twisted and sometimes they're broken. And sometimes it feels like you're playing a new game where everything is different ad complicated. Where you have no clue what's going on and you can't tell if you're winning or losing. You feel lost and confused. You feel like you're forced to play a certain way and if you don't, you're screwed. The players around you look at you with disgust while others point and laugh. But sometimes you have to make a move. A move that will shock them. One that will make you win the game and take the lead and that's what I intend to do. I'll go with the flow for now until I can make a move to surprise them, to leap a few steps ahead to the goal. I'm no quitter. I'm not gonna give up. I'll make my own rules that will suit me and put a wild card in. To stump everyone and confuse them while I'll make my move to win. But meanwhile I'll wait patiently, bidding my time until I make my move. The move to win.