A/N I'm back again!

Sasha: *mock scream* NOOOOOO!

SIA: _ Ha ha. Anyway, here is the third chapter. I'm so happy that people actually like this^^ Oh, and CodeRed 73, thanks so much for pointing out my mistake in Chapter 2! Yes, you were right, Red has only one actual hand. Whoops. I went back and re-wrote that little bit, so it's fixed now. *sweatdrop* I can't believe I went and forgot about Red Alert's hand. Just goes to show what happens when writing at 12:00 or later at night, I guess…

Yami Bakura (muse): No, that just goes to show what happens when you've got SilverIceAngel as your auth—*gets thwacked* OW!

Saria: *standing behind him, holding SIA's Paper-Fan-Of-Doom*

SIA: Thank you
            Saria: ^_^ No problem

Okay! Enough with the pointless backstage stuff! On with the fic!

Disclaimer: *sigh* Been here, done this. THEY. ARE. NOT. MINE. The only characters I own are Sasha, Saria, and Spinout , okay? Okay.

After driving for a little while, Sasha saw more robots come into view, waiting for them. "Uh, I take that's your team, the, um..."

Autobots Spinout supplied.

"I knew that," Sasha said hastily.

Spinout made several beeping sounds, which sounded suspiciously like laughter. Red Alert stopped in front of the rest of the bots.

"End of the line, you two," he said, opening his door for them.

"Thanks," Sasha answered, climbing out of the SUV. She ran around to the back and pulled out her dirt bike so Red Alert could transform back into robot mode. Sasha felt very, very small, surrounded by all these giants. "Um, hello."

"See you picked up a couple of passengers," the yellow bot said, grinning. Something in that grin made Sasha relax. At least, nobody seemed to want to hurt her. Something climbed down off the red, blue and silver Autobot. It was a little yellow robot, Spinout's size. Sasha guessed it was another of these 'minicons'. The yellow one ran over to greet Spinout.

Sparkplug! Nice to see ya. So this is where you've been all this time, huh? Spinout said, beeping happily. Sasha couldn't understand Sparkplug's response, or the rest of their conversation. She looked back up at the bigger robots.

"Where did you come from?" The red, blue and silver Autobot asked her. Sasha recognized this as the one who had saved her from that Decepticon tank.

"She was on the cliff, where she stumbled upon the minicon," Red Alert answered for her.

"He's got THAT right," Sasha muttered, "and I've got the bruise to prove it."

The bot Red Alert had been speaking to held his hand to the ground. Sasha stepped onto it, one hand on his thumb to keep her balance as he brought her up to eye level. Waaaay up.

"I'm Optimus Prime, commander of the Autobots," he said.

"Nice to meet you. My name's Sasha. I was dirt biking out here, and the ground started shaking. I wanted to go back to check it out, and I saw all of you, fighting with the...er..."

Decepticons, came Spinout's input from below.

"I knew that. No, really!" Sasha insisted, when she heard Spinout's laughing beep again. "Anyway, I kind of fell down the cliff, and then that tank showed up...and I saw you fight it...him…whatever. I was trying to get out of here when I found Spinout's panel. To be honest, it was a total accident. I tripped over the panel," Here a few of the Autobots chuckled, "and it just...came to life in my hands when I picked it up. And then I got chased by that helicopter...Cyclonus."

You remembered HIS name, Spinout pointed out.

"When somebody's chasing you and trying to blow your head off, you don't tend to forget it in a hurry," Sasha retorted. "Cyclonus was chasing us," she continued, turning to face Optimus again, "Red Alert saved our behinds, and I guess you know the rest."

"I see," Optimus said. Sasha sat down on his hand and waited. When he didn't continue, she spoke.

"So, what happens to me now?" she asked, "I don't have a way home...that jerk Cyclonus barbequed my dirt bike," she finished with a growl.

"He did do a number on it, didn't he?" A white and red bot with wings said, "Only the front half even looks like a dirt bike now."

"I noticed, " Sasha answered drily, "But I'd rather it than me."

"Well, you can come back with us, or we can take you home. In any case, your friend, Spinout, will come back with us," Optimus told her, lowering his hand again. Sasha walked over to Spinout.

"Is that what you want?" she asked him quietly. Spinout nodded.

I've got friends with them...Sparkplug told me a lot of my buddies were found by the Autobots. Besides, it'll be better with them than with the D-cons

"D...? Oh, you mean the Decepticons. Sure, I get it." Sasha turned back to Optimus and the others. "I'd like to go with you, if that's all right. Spinout got hurt because he was helping me," she pointed to the damaged tire on the minicon's shoulder, "so I'd like to help him. Besides, if I go home now, Mom will see my dirt bike and ask questions. I've scrapped it pretty good before, " she rubbed the back of her head rather sheepishly, " but I've never gone home with it scorched like this."

"I can help you repair it," Red Alert offered.

"Really? Awesome!!" Sasha said, grinning, "Thanks!!"

"Alright, then. Let's go," Optimus said, "Sasha, you ride with me. You can put your bike in my trailer."

There were multiple cries of 'Transform!' and in the place of the robots stood a semi-truck, space shuttle, three cars, an SUV, a crane truck and a bulldozer. Sasha dragged her charred bike over to the semi-truck, who opened the back for her. Once the bike was safely stowed away (Sparkplug held it to prevent it from becoming even more trashed) Sasha climbed into Optimus' cab, where Spinout was waiting.

"So, where do you guys hang out?" Sasha asked as the truck's engine roared to life.

"Our base is near the Observatory on the mountain overlooking High Desert," Optimus explained, "You'll find a quite a few of your friends there, Spinout."

Spinout beeped happily. Can't wait! After being dormant in that panel so long, it'll be great to see my pals again.

"So, what's the deal the you minicons, anyway? And where do all of you come from? You can't have been here too long...I think I wouldn't noticed or heard something if there were a couple of bands of giant robots running around."

Slow down! One at a time! Spinout beeped at her.

Sasha glanced at the rotating steering wheel. Half of her was a little unnerved to see a truck drive itself. The other half was inwardly jumping up and down, screaming 'This is so cool!' "...Optimus? Where are you from? And why were you and those other robots...Decepticons," she added quickly, glancing at Spinout, "fighting with each other?"

"It's a long story," Optimus said.

"So I've heard," Sasha said.

"As you guessed, we transformers aren't from this planet, but one many light years away, called Cybertron..." Optimus began. He told the story of how the Decepticons and Autobots warred on Cybertron, of the Minicons' escape, ending with what was happening now. Sasha stayed silent for the most part, speaking only to ask for clarification. When the Autobot leader finished, Sasha let out a low whistle.

"Wow. And now it's a race to get the minicons first?"

"More or less," Optimus agreed.

Spinout beeped sadly. He'd been quiet throughout the entire story. Sasha guessed the memories of the war on Cybertron and their escape weren't pleasant ones. As if he'd sensed what she was thinking, he said, I thought we'd gotten away from all that... His voice trailed off. Are we just going to be used again? Spinout asked Optimus. Sasha could hear the dismay in his voice, and her heart went out to the little robot.
            "Not if we can help it. Once the Decepticons have been beaten, you minicons will be free," Optimus promised, "But until then, we really need your help to win the war."

"Hey, um, are we to the base yet?" Sasha asked.

"No...but we're almost to the warp point."

"Warp point?" She blinked.

"Yes." The semi radioed the rest of his men. "Prepare to warp!" To Sasha, he added, "Hang on. Our human friends tell us that this may give you a bit of a 'head rush'."

"Um, okay..." Sasha said. Suddenly, a strange sensation over came her and the whole world seemed to be out of proportion as the cliffs disappeared.

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In the shadows, a small figure stood. A little device on her jacket crackled to life; she touched it and listened.

"Report," a voice spoke over the comlink.

"The Autobots have just warped out, sir."

"Very well. We're leaving."

"Yes, Lord Megatron," the hidden figure said, turning off the comlink and looking back into the distance where the Autobots had been, before turning towards a figure standing behind her. It beeped questioningly.

"We're outta here," she told him, and moments later, they were gone.

A/N A shadowy figure has entered the picture…so, how does this affect the story? Stay tuned to find out^^ Sasha: As usual, you need to learn better suspense-builders. SIA: -_- Everybody's a critic.