Chapter 4

I awoke to a repetitive, gentle beeping noise. Annoyed by the sound, I furrowed my brow and scrunched up my nose.

"What is that noise?" I thought to myself, "I don't remember having an alarm clock."

I went to roll out of bed, but I realized that my body felt unusually heavy. Even my eyelids felt as if they were being weighed down, and I was unable to bring myself to pry my lids open. I had no idea what was going on. My ears started to pick up on heavy footsteps that gradually made their way to where I was.

"Ratchet," A deep rumbling voice sounded, "What is the prognosis of the femme?"

"The femme has moved down from critical to serious condition, but overall she is stable," a gruff tenor voice answered, "But Optimus, what I would like to know is what is going on with the twins? Ironhide is a crazy slagger but I can expect his behavior on wanting to not trust the femme, but the twins protecting the femme is something unheard of."

"I have a theory as to why the twins are acting the way they are." The other voice, now identified as Optimus responded.

"Care to tell the class, as the humans would say." The voice now known as Ratchet inquired.

"I believe what is occurring with the twins is a matter of the spark. It has been a long time since I have seen this, but I do know it when I see it and I have reason to believe this is a spark-calling." Optimus rumbled.

"A spark-calling!" Ratchet squawked

"I fear on how the twins will react to this." Optimus stated

"That poor femme," Ratchet despondently "Those slaggers are going to ruin her Prime!"

"Now Ratchet," Optimus said soothingly "The twins would never hurt her. You and I both know that."

"They better not Prime! Especially not with so little femmes left." Ratchet snarled.

"I'll return later to find out more about the femme. Right now, I need to go to a meeting with William and Robert. We need to discuss ways to strengthen our protection and radars." Optimus said.

"Yeah, Prime." Ratchet responded, "I will let you know if anything occurs."

I decided to see if I could make any semblance of noise to gather anyone's attention. As the groan left passed my lips I heard a large metallic thud as something hit the ground.

"Slag!," Ratchet snarled, "You shouldn't be able to be awake right now femme! Can you hear?"

"Wh-what's going on? Where am I and who are you?" I questioned them in a panic, "I have somewhere I need to be, it's a very important—!"

I could feel my heart pounding as if it were trying to escape my chest, and I began to breathe in hitches.

"Calm yourself femme! I don't need you undoing all the hard work I had done!" He snapped.

"Please tell me what is going on! Why can't I open my eyes?" I fretted

"Slag it femme! Relax." He stressed, "Let me do a diagnostic check on you to see if there is anything wrong with your optics."

I felt two large metallic hands gently grip the back of my head and two of his forefingers grip something that was located at the ridge of head and my neck. There was a quick snap and I then felt something slither unto my head. Suddenly I felt a small pressure in my head and codes popped up in front of my eyes.

"What are you doing!" I screeched.

"Relax femme, all I am doing is seeing if there is anything wrong with your optics. I see what is wrong. Your on-lining protocols have only partially initiated. Let me try to get the protocols to complete itself." He muttered.

"You should be able to open your optics now, femme. Give it a try." Ratchet tried to encourage her.

I tried to relax myself and concentrated all of my energy into opening my eyes. Slowly, they came open, and the room around me rushed into my vision. I was laid in what seemed to be a metal hospital bed, with a blurry figure looming over me. As my eyes focused, that blurry figure keened into a large, almost robotic being staring me down with glowing blue eyes. The adrenaline that had begun pumping through my body gave me the energy to lift my heavy arms and push the thing away in a fright. He took several steps back and looked at her with a bewildered expression.

"What the frag is wrong with you, femme? Can't you see I'm trying to help you—?" His anger was cut off when I shrieked, "Stay away from me, you monster!"

"Monster! I will have you know I am no such thing femme!" Ratchet snarled

"What the heck are you? Where am I?" I started wailing.

"Femme do not make me put you into a forced recharge." He growled

"Forced recharge? What is that? Why are you not answering any of my questions?" I cried.

"I will answer your questions after you clam yourself." Ratchet tried to soothe.

I inhaled a large breath as I tried to calm my racing heart down and listen to what this creature had to say. As I was doing this I tried to find a focal point somewhere else where I would not be tempted to start panicking again. I let my eyes wander downward to stare at my hands. I expected to find soft pale pink fleshy hands only to discover harsh, white metal hands. My heart tripled in speed and my breathing became labored as I finally took notice of the rest of my body. My head snapped up and I narrowed my eyes at the strange creature.

"What the hell did you fucking do to me!" I snarled at him.

The creatures face scrunched up in what seemed to be confusion.

"What the slag are you going on about femme? The only thing I have done is make sure your spark doesn't quit beating." Ratchet spoke.

"Look at me! You made me into this monster! What did you do?!" I shrieked.

When I saw the creature slowly started to get closer to me I let out a harsh snarl towards him to warn him I do not wish for him to come any closer. At my snarl, the creature put up his hands in front of him to show that he had meant no harm. The creature than let out a sigh and pinched his nasal ridge in a sign of frustration.

"Please femme, I do not know what you are going on about and your screaming is not going to help matters any. So please I am asking nicely could you calm down and talk to me about what is wrong?" He spoke in a soothing voice.

"You want to know what is wrong you piece of shit! You turned me into this….this…..thing! I am a human being, not some experiment for you to do anything with! The last thing I remember is heading to mission city to go to an interview and then everything went black. When I awake I am suddenly this large, blue and white metal creature. So that is what is wrong you dummkopf (idiot)!" I growled towards the creature.

The moment he had heard me utter mission city he went stock still in what appeared to be shock.

"What did you just say femme?" He whispered

"Would you please stop calling me femme! That is not my name. My name is Marie Schene! Not femme!" I grumbled.

"Fine, Marie would you please tell me what you just said again?" He snapped.

"I said that the last thing I remember was heading to mission city for an important meeting! As well as being a human being!" I huffed.

"Listen Marie, I need you tell me everything you remember. It is very important that you do so. Can you do that for me?" He questioned.

"Why?" I asked.

"I need to know why it is that you think that you were a human being as well as knowing why it is that you know about mission city." He responded.

"You don't believe me when I say that I was a human?" I huffed indignantly.

"I have a theory on something, but I need to know all of the facts before I can continue anywhere with this." He grouched.

"Whatever floats your boat," I breathed out, "I remember waking up on March eleventh around seven a.m. I did my morning ritual and was able to leave my apartment complex around eight thirty. I was so happy, I was finally getting an interview/meeting with this company. I had worked so very hard for this. The meeting was being held in the center of Mission City which was roughly only thirty minutes away from where I lived. I remember getting to the area in which the meeting was being held when all hell broke loose. There was…"I quietly cut off.

I remembered. I remembered them. They were there when everything was going to hell. They were the ones who were fighting alongside some of the human soldiers. "Why were they fighting? And why were the humans helping them?" I questioned in my mind.

"There was what femme?" He softly whispered.

"You guys were there. There seemed to be two sides in the fight and I remembered some of the humans fighting with one set of the robots. I remember when I was dying, and I had felt this…this…energy. I remember when I was about to slip into unconscious that there was this calm soothing voice whispering to me." I replied.

"What did that voice whisper to femme?" He asked.

"What did she say to me?" I questioned myself, "Wasn't it something about energy? Something being transformed?" It suddenly clicked in my head what was said to me.

"Oh! I remember now! The voice whispered to me about how energy can never be destroyed only transformed." I said.

He suddenly inhaled, and his body turned ridged. He lifted one hand to the side of his face as his eyes suddenly turned dim and he started to speak.

"Optimus I need you to come to the med-bay immediately. The femme is awake, and you need to hear what she has to say."

He turned away from me and sighed loudly. Wearily, he massaged his forehead and mumbled something under his breath before turning around to face me again.

"Our leader will be coming very shortly to talk with you and try to explain what is going on." He spoke.

I let out a snort as I suddenly had an image in my mind of tiny little Martian saying in a high pitch voice, "Take me to your leader human." Ratchet looked at me inquisitively and I just shrugged my shoulders in an upwards motion.

"While we are waiting for him could you at least tell me who and what you guys are?" I inquired.

"Ah yes. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, but you can call us Autobots for short. My name is Ratchet and I am the chief medical officer for the Autobots. We are at war with the Decepticons and have been for quite a while and sadly the war has traveled to planet earth. We are what you would consider the good guys in this everlasting war." He replied.

"So, this Optimus Prime guy will explain to me how I suddenly became a robot?" I questioned.

"Please refrain from referring to us as robots. Optimus should be able to help with figuring out what is going on, but we are self's do not necessarily know for a hundred percent fact as to what is going on." He stated.

"Great, what big help you are," I snarked, "Is there any way I could go back to being a human?"

"No." He deadpanned, "Can you please be silent until Optimus gets here? You are giving me quite the processor ack."

"Whatever." I sighed quietly to myself.

Hey guys, I was able to get this chapter done relatively fast! I have started on chapter five and should be able to post it soon! Happy readings!-Spectra