***Hey all! I would like to take a few seconds to let ya'll know that the next two or three chapters are dedicated to my good friend, Criterion- this guy gave me an absolute stellar idea, that helped me write myself out of the corner I had written myself into. This one's for you, my man!***
Hot Shot looked around at the place I called home and couldn't believe his eyes. On the outside it looked like a normal dark, wet and spooky cave, but on the inside... you would have thought I was a millionaire. It had extremely high ceilings, which made it easy for Hot Shot to transform to robot mode, and was furnished with top of the line designer couches and chairs; many different and unique lamps on tables that were just as unique; a king size canopy bed; bookshelves loaded with books; a huge stereo system, with tons of different CD's; and there was a small kitchen area in the back.
"Sarah," said Hot Shot as he looked down at where I was sitting- on one of my couches next to Jazz. "Is all this stuff yours?" I nodded.
"Yepper," I said. "Mine and Jazz's stuff in mine and Jazz's home."
"How did you... I mean, from what I've heard from Alexis and those guys, this stuff costs a lot of money."
"I didn't steal it, Hot Shot don't worry," I replied. "Before I left the orphanage, I took the liberty of looking through the head honcho's files. I found out that a lawyer in a nearby town had control of everything my parents left me. So I went to talk to him shortly after meeting Jazz." Once again, as I relayed my story, I could see the scene in my head, as if it had happened yesterday.
I had played it sweet and innocent, with my once long hair pulled into two pig tails (Jazz did my hair and very well, believe it or not) and my story being that I had been adopted.
"You see, sir," I said to the lawyer. "My new parents know how it is to lose a loved one, and they suggested I come see if my parents left me anything." The lawyer smiled and gave a nod.
"Well, Miss ***," he said. "Let me see what I have here." What's with the little star things? Well, that would be the part where he said my last name... only problem is, I can't remember what the devil he said. But back to the rest of the story: The lawyer guy (can't remember his name either) looked though his cabinet and pulled out a file. "Here we are, Sarah," he continued. "Let's see what we have here." Moment of silence. "Well, Sarah it would seem that you're parents left you quite a chunk..."
"Hot Shot," I said, bringing myself back to the present. "He rattled off fifty million different things and finally I had to ask if he'd just give me a copy of the paper."
As I repeated some of the things the lawyer told me, Hot Shot couldn't believe what he was hearing. I was a billionaire, with money to burn and I was living in a cave. When he asked me why that was, I gave a little chuckle.
"This cave was also left to me," I told him. "I checked it out after I found out about it and Jazz and I decided that this was it- this was home. So, I used my resources to have electricity installed and everything else I might need. And for the past ten years, this has been home." Hot Shot nodded.
"This is what you wanted to show me?" he asked. I shook my head and headed over to a small trunk that seemed to be purposely hidden in the back of the cave.
Megatron wasn't sleeping either. The image of the one that would allow him to destroy the Autobots once and for all was still fresh in his mind. He had that image memorized and he knew of what he could use as bait to get me under his control, but how to use the bait was a completely different thing. The Carlos character I seemed to have an interest in was always under the protection of the Autobots and Hot Shot had the Star Saber- something the Decepticons hadn't been able to get away from him. Megatron knew if he could just get his fingers around the throat of one of those two, I would do whatever he asked, even if it meant my death. But as he thought longer, Megatron remembered my vehicle jumping stunt- I was a bigger hot shot than the original. He smiled and gave a slight chuckle. Who needed bait, with a girl like me?
Back inside my cave, I lifted up the lid of the trunk; pushed aside some blankets and pulled out a small square box, no more than an inch thick. I opened it up and pulled out its contents- a silver Mini-Con plate. Hot Shot's jaw dropped.
"Where did you get that?" he asked me.
"I found it a couple months ago," I replied. "It struck me kinda odd that it was silver instead of green, so I picked it up. I thought it would be like Jazz and activate as soon as I touched it, but it hasn't done a thing." Jazz suddenly spoke up. "Jazz says he doesn't understand it either." I lifted the Mini-Con up towards Hot Shot. "What do you think, man?" He took the Mini-Con from my hand and gave it a going over.
"Sarah," he said. "I've never seen a Mini-Con this color before in my life." He watched as I bit my bottom lip in frustration, and added "But Optimus or one of the other Autobots probably has. Let's head back, get some sleep and check it out in the morning." I nodded as he handed the Mini-Con back to me and I put it into my bag.
"Okay. Well, lets go!"