Wheeljack's POV

I put Patricia on my shoulder and walked out of the room.

"So, is your name Jackie, or is that just a nickname?" Patricia asks.

"It's a nickname. Call me Wheeljack, okay Patricia," I reply.

"A close second, Wheeljack, please don't call, Patricia. It's Tracy," Tracy says.

"Got it. While Bulk and I were trying to find you and Ricky, a trooper mentioned using the cortical psychic path on you," I say.

"Yeah, all it did was cause me to have a panic attack," Tracy says.

"Look, I'm not the emotional type, but being a soldier in a war myself, I know what survivor's guilt feels like," I say.

"Look, Wheeljack, I'm smart enough to know what you're trying to do, but after five years of having my feelings, opinions, ideas, and voice treated like they don't matter, I gave up using my voice to express my emotions," Tracy says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"When I turned thirteen, I had my first panic attack at school. The nurse suggested that I see the school psychologist. When I entered, instead of reassuring me that I would be okay and giving me some tips on how to calm myself down if this were to happen again, all the psychologist said was, "I know that going through puberty can be stressful. Just try not to focus on it." Then yell at me to get out," Tracy says.

"Yikes, the school should have fired that guy and hired someone else," I say.

"The only problem is that the school couldn't afford to. I even tried to talk to some of my teachers about this, but they just pretended to listen and gave me advice that had nothing to do with what I was saying," Tracy says.

"So, you've been bottling up all your emotions for five years?" I ask.

"No, it didn't take me long to find out how bad that was for my mental and physical health. Two or three months into the school year, I got called to the principal's office when after I lost it and punched another student," Tracy says.

"Did you get in trouble?" I ask.

"My parents did get called in. After I explained everything, my parents weren't mad at me. All they did was take me to the doctor." Tracy says.

"What did the doctor say?" I ask.

"That I have anxiety, and he wanted to prescribe me some medicine to help," Tracy says, "I didn't want it and asked if there were any other options."

"What did the doctor suggest?' I ask.

"Journaling and continuing to go to dance class," Tracy says.

"How does dance class help you?" I ask.

"It is a great form of exercise, and it also helps lower my stress levels," Tracy says.

Normal POV

Meanwhile, in Amber Beach, Ashley and Bobby sampled some of the food from the Dino Bite Cafe.

"Do you think lady Tracy is okay?" Ivan asks.

"I'm sure she's fine. What's wrong, Ivan?" Ashley replies.

"Well, I tried calling her and even texted, but she didn't respond," Ivan says.

"Don't worry, Ivan, where Brian's place is, it has bad cell service," Bobby says.

"Yeah, beside Brain is with her, so she does have someone looking out for her if something goes wrong," Ashley adds.

"Rangers, the scanners have picked up Alien bio signs in Jasper," Kendal says.

Oh no, the scanners must have picked up a signal from the Autobots, Bobby and Ashley thought.

When the team arrived, they found nothing but a series of tires tracks on the pavement and Tracy's dino com on the ground.

"Is this a sign that I'm allowed to worry about Lady Tracy's well-being?" Ivan asks.

"Yes," Ashley says.

The team returns to Amber Beach. The only problem is they were unable to track Tracy's energem.

"What do we do now, Miss Morgan?" Ivan asks.

Wheeljack's POV

Tracy and I get a little further into the ship when Troopers surround us. I quickly put Tracy down on the floor and drew my swords. Then I see some other strange creatures run down the hall.

"Tracy, do you know what those other things are?" I ask.

"Yes, they are called Vivix," Tracy says.

Then I see a blaster appear in Tracy's right hand. She shoots it several times, taking out the vivix. A few seconds later, I see a monster with two big horns on either side of its head and big fangs. It is holding a sword in its left hand.

"Hello, Yellow Ranger," the monster says.

"Tracy, what is that monster talking about?" I ask.

"That monster's name is Fury," Tracy says.

"Yes, my master, Sledge, is trying to find all the energems," Fury says.

I watch as lightning begins to form on the tip of Fury's sword. He fires it at Tracy. I stepped in front of her to block the blast, but after the smoke cleared, Fury was gone. I catch Tracy right before she hits the floor, and I duck into an empty room. I prop her up against the back wall.

"We have to find Fury," Tracy says.

"Is that crystal an energem?" I ask.

"Yes, and we need to get it back from Starscream. If Fury gets his paws on it or Megatron figures out how to use its power, the whole planet is in big trouble," Tracy replies.

"We'll track him down. For now, you should power down for a bit," I say, noticing Tracy trying not to nod off.

"I can't rest now," Tracy argues, rubbing her eyes.

I try not to chuckle, but I admire the huge amount of sass and spunk. I turn on my holoform, a 5'5.5'' boy in his early twenties with short back hair and dark brown eyes. He is wearing gray pants and a t-shirt and a jacket matching the paint of my vehicle mode. I did the same thing I saw Ricky do with my shirt to make a new bandage.

"Wheeljack, I know it needs to be tight to stop the bleeding, but I still need to be able to feel my fingers," Tracy says.

"Sorry, partner," I say.

"Wait, does that mean you want to come back to Amber beach to be my guardian?" Tracy asks.

"Yeah, just don't tell Bulk; I've gone soft, okay," I reply.

"No problem, so when did you get a holoform and an earth-based vehicle mode?" Tracy asks.

"A few days ago, Bulkhead picked out the car," I reply.

"Can I see what kind of car Bulk picked?" Tracy asks.

I nod and turn off my holoform. I transform into a white Lancia Stratos with green and red details on the hood. I turn on my holoform again and help Tracy into the passenger seat after she buckles herself in. My holoform gets into the driver's seat.

"So, what do you think?" I ask.

"It's awesome. My dream car was this exact thing, but the one I wanted was sky blue," Tracy says.

"You have great taste," I say.

"Thanks, but I can chalk that decision up to having to grow up in a family full of boys until Isabella was born," Tracy says.

I watch Tracy slowly drift off to sleep. I try not to chuckle as I take off my jacket and drape it over her. Then I turn on my engine as quietly as I can before driving out of the room.