A/N: Yami Bakura: Another chapter? Already? Okay ,who are you, and what have you done with the REAL SIA?
SIA: *crying* I can't believe they finished it!
Jetfire *who just happened to stop by*: Huh?

SIA: I saw LOTR Return of the King a few nights ago…I can't believe that's the last film! And the ending was so emotional! *wails and hugs a Legolas plushie*

Sparkplug *Another visitor*: *ackwardly patting SIA's head*  There there…You can still read your books to your heart's content…and you can get the movie to watch at home…

Yami B: Which she'll make us all watch WITH her…     SIA: I just can't believe that awesome adventure is finished! After all that…it's just, done!

Jetfire: Oooookay…*backs away*

Yami B: Hey, we have to live with her.
Sparkplug: Since she's indisposed, can I say it?
All: *shrug*

Sparkplug: On with the story!

The next morning, an alarm clock roused Sasha from her comfortable cocoon of blankets. "Oh man, did I ever have a weird dream last night," she muttered sleepily, rubbing her eyes and stumbling into the bathroom for a shower. Of all the things she might be, the thing Sasha was NOT was a morning person. 15 minutes later, dressed in a black tank top and blue jeans, Sasha headed down to the kitchen for breakfast.

"You were out rather late last night, Sasha," her mother said after she bade her daughter good morning.

"I…was?" she asked cautiously. She had late coming home in her dream, too. Her mother gave her a Look.

"Yes, you were," she said patiently, "I've told you before I don't want you out on that dirt bike after nine. And why on earth did you leave it at Saria's?"

Sasha choked. 'I…really left it at Saria's?' She glanced down at her arms and she could see a bunch of scrapes and tiny cuts…like the ones the flying pieces of rock had left as a helicopter tried to blast her and a certain minicon out of existence. 'I wasn't dreaming!' Memory of the previous day returned to her sleep-clouded mind, and quickly, Sasha said, "Uh…I blew out my back tire again. Saria's place was closer, so she said I could leave it there. I'm, um, somebody's gonna fix it for me."

"Really? I thought you let no one but yourself touch that bike."

"I don't have what I need to repair the tire…I think I wrecked a bunch of the spokes, too. Besides, it's a friend fixing it for me, so I'll let it go." Grabbing a piece of toast off the plate, Sasha returned to her room before her mom could ask any more questions.

Sifting through papers on her desk, Sasha snatched up her essay, which she had finished at midnight the night before, and looked around for the rest of her stuff. As she reached for her backpack, her eyes fell on a picture sitting on her bedside table. In it were three people: a dark haired man, a blonde haired woman, and a little blonde haired girl with blue eyes, about 4 years old. The woman's arms were around the child, and little girl was hugging a stuffed rabbit…the same one that now sat on Sasha's bed. The picture was of her and her parents…before the divorce. Now her father lived a half hour drive away. He wasn't even home right now…his job had him working overseas, and before that, he'd been on a business trip…Sasha only saw him a couple of times a month, but he emailed regularly and called whenever he could.

Swinging her backpack onto her shoulder, Sasha hugged her mother goodbye. She slowed as she passed the closet, then reached in and grabbed her helmet and goggles from within. Sasha thrust them into her bag, picked up her binder and dashed out the door, certain to be on time, something that occurred less than she would like.

Rad absently tapped his pencil on his textbook, willing the bell to ring. A glance to the left revealed Carlos, who had his head turned to the window, earning him a disapproving glare from Alexis. Looking back up at the blackboard, Rad tried to focus on the lesson again. Just then, the signal of their freedom rang shrilly. All the kids gathered up their things and left.

Alexis was lecturing Carlos about his lack of attention in class (while Rad tried to defend his friend without incurring the girl's wrath upon himself) when all three were hailed by soft beeping. The kids turned to see a motor scooter, skateboard and BMX bike moving towards them, followed by a dirt bike.

Rad sighed. "You guys! You know you're supposed to wait till we come get you."

Highwire beeped a little indignantly, It was his idea , and twisted his handles towards Spinout.

So? I'm new to this. Where's Sasha? Spinout asked.

"Oh yeah, that's right! What are we gonna do about her? We've got one vehicle too many," Carlos said, "And we can't exactly send a riderless dirt bike to get her..."

"I'll run over to the high school and find her," Rad offered.

"No need," called a voice, " I'm here." Sasha walked up to the group, headphones about her neck and helmet under her arm. She grinned as Spinout beeped happily. "I'm glad to see you too, pal. Waiting long?"

"Nah," Rad told her. Spinout apparently disagreed.

"So, ready to go?" Alexis asked, "We'll stick to the back way, since I don't think you're allowed to ride a dirt bike on the main road."

"That's only if they catch you," Sasha answered, tossing her braid back and smirking. She laughed as all of the humans stared at her. "Well? Let's go!!!"

A short while later, the group arrived at the Autobot base. It only took a short while, because they had stuck to the main road for the most part, with a bit of off road when they hit traffic.

Sasha wandered around the base, Spinout at her side, looking for something to do. Alexis had told her things got kind of crazy around here sometimes, but right now, it was quiet and dull and...a bit boring.

Entering yet another room, the girl and minicon saw Red Alert hunched over a machine of some sort, fussing with the wiring and muttering to himself. He was obviously very absorbed in whatever he was doing, because when Sasha called "What'cha doin', Red Alert?" he quite visibly jumped. Sasha wisely restrained herself from laughing, but couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. "Sorry," she apologized, "I didn't mean to startle you. What are you up to?"

"The wiring in this section controls the electricity for a majority of the base, and it's been on the fritz lately. I'm trying to pinpoint the problem," the medic explained.

"Can I watch?" Sasha asked, "I'm better with computers and codes, but I'm interested in how electronics work...it helps when I need to go into something manually."

"I don't see why not." The science officer picked both of them up gently and set them on a ledge beside him.

Sasha watched for a while, trying her best not to pester the Autobot medic with too many questions. Spinout vanished after a while, gone, Sasha suspected, to hang out with the other minicons. After a bit, Sasha left as well, crawling over the ledge to the walkway above. Red Alert was still immersed in his work; he didn't notice as the human took her leave and resumed her wandering.

Amazingly enough, Sasha managed to remember and find her way to the training room, where she saw Scavenger training Hot Shot. The yellow bot was very good, she thought, but nothing seemed to please Scavenger. Hot Shot's partner, Jolt, was standing nearby, watching. Sasha's eyes roamed around the room, coming to a spot where there were a bunch of targets set up. A shooting area. The blonde haired girl grinned...that kinda looked like fun.

Making her way over to the targets, she glanced around and saw a minicon-sized gun nearby. Jolt was watching her, she noticed.

"Hey...can I try that?"

Jolt beeped at her. Sasha understood enough minicon-speak to know a 'go ahead' when she heard one.  Picking up the weapon, she held it and examined it. It felt a bit heavy in her hand, but not really awkward. Raising the gun to one of the targets, she shut her left eye and fired.

'Ping'

The laser shot went to the left of the target, just dinging the edge and leaving a scorch mark on the wall.

"Aw, man! Not even close!"

She fired again and again.

'Ping' Too far right now.

'Ding' Way too low.

'Ding' 'Ping'

What are you aiming at? I take it back, your shot with the rock was a fluke

Sasha glared at the speaker, who was none other than Spinout. He was leaning against a crate, watching her.

"How long have you been standing there?" Sasha demanded. Her minicon partner shrugged.

Five minutes, maybe? You've obviously never handled a gun before he speculated.

"What was you're first clue? I've got better aim when I'm ticked," Sasha insisted, trying to defend herself.

Obviously that doesn't affect your weapons handling

"Hmmph," Sasha muttered, crossing her arms across her chest, "Okay, so I'm not exactly a markswoman..."

"Try aiming above the target," another voice said.

"Huh?"

Sasha looked up to see Scavenger, watching Hot Shot work on his own. The old mercenary didn't look at her, but said again, "Aim a bit higher than you think your target is. And focus on what you're shooting, not on what you're doing. Your body will do what it's supposed to. Just let it."

Sasha looked from the target to Scavenger and back, then shrugged, deciding she had nothing to lose. Doing as she'd been told, the girl picked a spot just above the bulls-eye and focused only on that spot. Her weapon came up as she shut her left eye again.

'PING!' A clean shot, straight through the target.

Sasha blinked, then grinned.

Scavenger nodded, still not smiling. "There, see?"

Bet you can't hit it again Spinout challenged, but Sasha had her aim now. Again she fired, and again the shot was clean. Three more shots, until the target shattered. She tossed the gun from hand to hand. "Best seven out of ten?"

Nah, I'm convinced Spinout told her.

"Thanks, Scavenger..." Sasha began to say, but noticed he had moved across the room to work with Hot Shot again. She shrugged. Just then, an alarm began to sound. Scavenger and Hot Shot immediately stopped what they were doing and headed for the door.

"What's that?" Sasha shouted at them over the noise. Hot Shot bent down and picked her up before following Scavenger. Spinout climbed up on his hand as well.

"It's the minicon alarm. Another one has woken up," the yellow mech explained as he hurried to the control room.

Moments later, all of the group, including the humans, were assembled in the control room. A picture of a dense forest appeared on screen.

"Red Alert?" Optimus began, but the medic was ahead of him.

"I've got it, sir. The minicon signal is coming from a rainforest in this area." A signal pulsed over Brazil.

"Aw man, not more trees!" Hot Shot groaned. Carlos snickered quietly.

"Autobots, let's move out!" Optimus commanded. The group proceeded to the warp gate. Sasha followed the other humans, and jumped when she felt heat under her feet. In moments, she was dressed in an orange suit as well.

"Whoa..." she muttered, "Imagine the time I could save in the morning with one of these!...Did it have to be orange, though?" Suddenly, she realized she still had the minicon weapon in her hand. The girl started to put it down, but Spinout stayed her hand.

Keep it...It might come in handy

The human shrugged, "Whatever you say, " and looked for a place to put the blaster, finding it fit perfectly into the belt on her suit, resting at her back. Alexis yelled at her to hurry up, and both minicon and human ran after the others.

At the warp gate, Sasha looked around at the different vehicles. "Um...who do we go with?" she asked Spinout, who shrugged.

"Sasha, you and Spinout go with Hot Shot. Hot Shot, keep an eye on them," Prime said.

"Yes sir!" Hot Shot answered, then transformed and opened his door. Sasha hopped in, Spinout sitting in the passenger seat. The human noticed her partner was in a rather agitated mood.

"What's up with you?"

I wanna find that minicon...I miss a lot of my friends he answered, I haven't seen most of them in...a looooooong time

"Well, don't you worry, Spinout, we'll find it," Hot Shot said.

The coordinates were imputed and the countdown started.

"Ready in three...two...one...LAUNCH!"

Sasha felt the tingly, topsy-turvy feeling again and got a rather hyper grin on her face.

"Whoo! Let's rock and roll!" she cheered. Spinout gave her a thumbs up.

"I hear ya, Sash'. Let's go!" the yellow transformer cried as they warped out.

A/N: As always, please R&R! *sniff* Sparkplug: *hands her a tissue*

SIA: Thanks, Sparky.
Sparkplug: For the last time, enough with the nickname!!!