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~Gina-chan~

I was alive. The portal had worked. I blinked open my eyes,

Looking up at a darkened sky. I sat up. The world I was in now seemed to have a futuristic look to it, like it was mechanized. This had to be Cybertron. I got up and started walking around. A deathly silence filled the air. It was too quiet. My eyes quickly darted around.

'Well it's not like Jetstorm would just be here waiting for me anyway,' I mused to myself.

I started walking. Suddenly I heard an explosion behind me. A rat-like robot was running towards me.

"Jeeze, why me?" the rat-robot said, still running. I stood there, completely frozen. The rat-robot stopped in front of me.

"Hey, what are you doin' just standin' there, eh?" he said, nervously looking over his shoulder. He glanced back over at me.

"W-what? A-an organic? Here?" he said, nervously looking back over his shoulder. Listen, babe, I've gotta take you somewhere safe," he said, picking me up.

"By the way, name's Rattrap," Rattrap said, running again.

"What are we running from?" I asked.

"Vehicon…general…" Rattrap panted.

"Vehicons?" I questioned.

"Yea," Rattrap replied. "Vehicle-type bots. The generals work for Megatron, and the Vehicon generals lead the Vehicon army."

"Megatron," I said, with mix of hate and contempt.

"You know 'im?" Rattrap said, surprised. I was about to answer when there was another explosion, right behind us.

"You can run, but you can't hide, rat!" a familiar voice called out.

"Jetstorm!" I exclaimed, wriggling out of Rattrap's grasp on me.

" 'Ey, 'ey! What do ya think you're doin'? He's one of the generals! He works for Megatron!" Rattrap exclaimed. I froze. Jetstorm wouldn't remember me. What was I thinking?

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Jetstorm asked loudly, his voice echoing off the buildings.

"An organic?" Jetstorm said.

"Yea. You got a problem with dat?" Rattrap warned. Jetstorm hovered silently, debating what to do.

"Megatron," Jetstorm said, speaking into something on his arm. "There's an organic here with the Maximal…Heh. Right. Jetstorm, over and out."

My eyes quickly darted over to Rattrap. He shrugged.

" 'Ey Jetstorm! What is it you want, huh?" Rattrap grinned, looking for a fight. I glanced back over to Jetstorm. If they started fighting, here would be the last place I would want to be…

"Oh no, rat! If it's a fight you want, you'll just have to wait!" Jetstorm sneered.

"Wait for what?" Rattrap demanded. Jetstorm quickly flew behind me and wrapped his clawed hands around my stomach.

"Ack!" I cried out in shock and surprise. Jetstorm flew swiftly up in the air.

"Oh man…" was the last I heard out of Rattrap, as we flew higher, in and out between buildings.

Jetstorm's grip on me was firm and tight, probably for a good reason. Wouldn't want to fall from this height.

"So how do you know who I am, eh babe?" Jetstorm asked. My eyes softened.

"We've met," I said quietly.

"Heh, I think I would remember meeting an organic," Jetstorm replied. But you don't, now do you?

"So how the hell did you get here, hmm?" Jetstorm demanded.

"How do you know I'm not from here?" I replied smoothly.

"No organics live here!" Jetstorm said, almost laughingly.

"So? Where are you taking me, anyway?" I asked.

"Megatron. He'll get some answers out of you," said Jetstorm.

"And then what?" I asked, a little afraid of the answer. Jetstorm quickly glanced down at me, and then glanced back up.

"He'll probably kill you," Jetstorm said, no emotion in his voice. I shuddered. "Or experiment on you. It's not every day we come across an Organic, you know." This was not good. Unless Jetstorm suddenly got his memory back or that Rattrap dude came and rescued me, I'd end up being dead. Or a lab rat.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath.

"There's Megatron's place up ahead," Jetstorm said, in an almost singsong kind of voice. Yeay.

"Don't you remember anything?!" I suddenly screamed, thrashing about violently.

"Remember what?" Jetstorm said, tightening his grip on me. God, if he squeezed any harder I'd puke…

"R-remember me?! Or your child?!" I shrieked.

"Child? Feh. I'd never merge sparks with anyone, especially a bitch like you!" Jetstorm yelled, his clawed fingers digging into my flesh. I tried to pry his claws off of me, but to no avail.

"D-damn you! Can't you understand? I don't know why the hell I ever loved a mindless…machine like you!" I yelled.

"MINDLESS?" Jetstorm roared, throwing me hard to the ground. Fortunately, we had arrived at Megatron's fortress. Not that that helped how much it hurt. My right hand was bleeding and the side of my face was scraped up. Not to mention my stomach; I didn't even want to look at that. I glared up at Jetstorm. Was this his real self?

"That'll teach you not to call me mindless!" Jetstorm said triumphantly, clamping a hand behind my neck and forcing me inside the building. I closed my eyes as Jetstorm shoved me through the maze of corridors.

"Here you go, Megatron. The bitch is all yours," Jetstorm said. I opened my eyes to reveal a dimly lit room. Megatron was looking over something, his back turned to us. Megatron turned around. His glowing, red eyes burned into me.

"You," Megatron said, like he was going to spit. Great. Now I was as good as dead. Jetstorm turned to leave.

"Jetstorm, you stay right here," Megatron ordered.

"Whatever you say, boss," Jetstorm said, turning back around. I glared at Megatron with hate and contempt. He took Jetstorm away, to come back and become…this. I could never forgive him.

"You," Megatron repeated.

"Yea, it's me," I said with a sneer.

"Why did you come here? You know I erased his memories. Why did you think he would remember you?" Megatron said, not taking his eyes off me.

"I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to see him again," I replied.

"Well look what you got for it," Megatron smirked. "He doesn't care about you. He would kill you if I told him to."

"That's not true. He does care. If you gave him back his memories-"

"Ha! I can't be persuaded that easily!" Megatron said.

"So it is possible," I said.

"Of course. The memories of you are still in him. I just blocked his access to them," said Megatron. I smirked.

"But it's not going to do you any good. Jetstorm!" Megatron said.

"Yeeess?"

"I want you to take care of our Organic friend here," ordered Megatron.

"But of course, sir," Jetstorm said, hovering over to me and grabbing my arm. I glowered at Megatron until Jetstorm pulled me out of the room.

"Sorry babe! Guess this just isn't your day!" Jetstorm said laughingly.

"Jetstorm," I said, stopping. He stopped. I looked into his red eyes. Somewhere, inside of him, are the memories of me…

"What?" Jetstorm said hostilely.

"Don't you remember? Tokyo?" I asked.

"Look, I don't know what the hell you two were talking about in there, but I got orders," said Jetstorm.

"Try to remember…the temple…that night…Tokyo…anything!" I said, desperately. Jetstorm shook his head.

"I don't…I can't remember," Jetstorm said, letting go of his grip on me.

"You can," I pushed.

"No! I have to kill you!" Jetstorm yelled.

"Why I never did anything to you. I'm totally defenseless, I have no why of fighting back," I said. What else could I do? Jetstorm pondered on that for a bit.

"But Megatron's orders…" Jetstorm said, still deep in thought.

"Forget about Megatron! He was the one who took you away from me!" I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"Don't you remember? It's me, Gina-babe," I sniffled. That got his attention.

"Gina-babe…" Jetstorm trailed off. The was a sudden explosion, and I was knocked off my feet. Jetstorm helped me up. An alarm blared throughout the building.

"I'm not sure what all this is about, but when I finish fighting, you'd better clear this up," said Jetstorm. I nodded, and a tear fell down my face, stinging the scrape there. Jetstorm flew off. I wiped the tear away.

"Yesss!" I cried out happily. I was making progress. Another explosion sounded, this time a little closer. I grabbed onto the wall. I heard the sound of running feet behind me. I turned around, to be face-to-face with…a cheetah.

"AH!" I screamed, quickly stepping back.

"Hey, Hey! Take it easy!" the cheetah said. My lip quivered. "It's okay. I'm here to rescue you," the cheetah explained. I stared at him blankly.

"W-who are you?" I questioned.

"Name's Cheetor, part of the Maximals. You met Rattrap awhile ago, right?" Cheetor said. I nodded. "Well I'm here to save you from Megatron."

"I'm not stupid," I replied. "I don't want to be rescued." Cheetor stared at me like I was crazy. I probably was, now. Here would be the least safe place for me right now…but I had to wait for Jetstorm.

"Yea, I think you do. If you stay here, Megatron's sure to kill you!" Cheetor exclaimed.

"Yea, I know. He already ordered Jetstorm to take care of that," I explained calmly. Cheetor's mouth hung open.

"Well what are you waiting for? Don't you want to get out of here? Jetstorm's sure to come back and finish the job!" yelled Cheetor. I shrugged.

"I'm actually waiting for Jetstorm," I calmly explained.

"WHAT?!" he exploded. I couldn't help but smile.

"Looks like I'm just gonna have to do this the hard way," Cheetor sighed, then picked me up.

"Hey…HEY!" I yelled, trying to squirm out of his arms. Sheesh, this was the third time today…

"JETSTORM!" I screamed, hoping he would hear me.

"Shh! What the hell do you think you're doing?! You're gonna get us both killed!" Cheetor hissed.

"I'm waiting for Jetstorm!" I yelled at him, hoping to get my point across. There was a sudden sound of what seemed to be a car revving up. Which, to me, seemed pretty surprising, considering I was still in a place totally new to me.

"What's that?" I asked, my voice toned down. A robot that looked somewhat like a motorcycle turned a corner and glared at us. There was my answer.

"It's Thrust," Cheetor growled. "Another Vehicon."

"Put the organic down. She's mine," Thrust commanded. I gulped.

"Why should I, huh?" She's ours," Cheetor replied.

"Actually, I'm just waiting for Jetstorm," I said.

"Shuddup, woman. Megs told Jetstorm to kill you. Well, he obviously hasn't done that, so I'm here to finish the job!" Thrust yelled.

"Now, now, Thrust, you know I would never leave a job undone," I heard Jetstorm reply.

"Jetstorm!" I called out happily.

"Where have you been, Jets? Megs ordered you to kill her!" Thrust said.

"I had a little…pest control to take care of," Jetstorm replied.

"What did you do to Rattrap and BlackAracnia?" exclaimed Cheetor. BlackAracnia. Wow…there's a new one…sounds like a spider robot. God, I hate spiders.

"We're right here!" I heard a female voice call out.

"BlackAracnia! Rattrap!" Cheetor said, putting me down and greeting his friends. Thrust saw this as an opportunity and grabbed me hostilely.

"Ow! Let go of me, you big lug!" I yelled.

"Ah-ah…that's my job, remember Thrust?" Jetstorm reminded.

"Aw, okay," Thrust said, handing me over to Jetstorm.

"Uh, Cheetor?" Rattrap said. Cheetor looked back at me.

"Hey! I thought I told you she was mine!" Cheetor yelled, lunging at me and Jetstorm. Thrust intercepted Cheetor, knocking him to the ground. Rattrap leaped on Thrust, attacking his back. Where was BlackAracnia? There was a bright flash of light behind us, and Jetstorm fell to the ground, with me hitting first. Jetstorm fell on me, crushing me in my last moments of concisisness…