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So first off, I want to apologize for being so stagnant. I was having a little writer's block trying to sort out my plot. I PROMISE I haven't given up on the story yet and I really hope this chapter makes up for it. (I also had to edit this whole chapter again, because the website glitched and there were control commands in between the words.)

I also want to give a super big shout out to Steelcode for leaving a sweet review after EVERY chapter. You have definitely motivated me to keep this story going! I definitely don't deserve it.

Tiny background on this "issue." So even though I'm still in my early teens, I literally GREW UP with G1 Transformers. My favorite was always Jazz, and I was heartbroken when he died in the first movie. With that being said, I am seriously thinking about keeping him in the story for my emotions sake. I really would love to hear your feedback and opinion on this.

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Chapter 8

Dylan and I sat in the cramp, dim lit, jet, as I tried to control my anxiety. My attempts were not working and I grew incredibly anxious during the ride as I thought of all the "what ifs" and the possibilities and outcomes of this situation. We had got a slight debriefing of the fight that was currently beginning just a few miles. The pilot, as it seemed, was in no particular hurry and we were going slower than I thought was necessary considering we were needed. I sighed in frustration.

Dylan glanced at me before easily slipping his hand into mine. I looked at our two hands and then back up at him. He gave me a reassuring smile. I smiled a small smile in return. He laced our fingers together and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. My mind raced with thoughts as we made way to our destination and one of them was so surprising, I let out breath I didn't know I had been holding. Did I like him? I mean, he was one of my friends, no doubt, but did I really like him? Like as something more. I frowned. No, I couldn't like him. Not like that. I couldn't get attached to him because we both had lives that needed to be lived separately. Besides, I didn't really know him. I leaned my head back against the seat, trying to breath in and out of my nose. Dylan squeezed my hand a bit harder and I cracked an eye open to glance at him. He gave me a worried glance.

"Hey… calm down okay?" he said.

"Everything is gonna be alright." I stared at him and leaned my head into his shoulder. He let his forehead rest on the side of my head.

"I'm just so...scared," I said. "I don't want to lose Sam and Mikaela or the Autobots or you. I don't know how this fight will end, but I can't live knowing that it would be my fault if something happened to you." Dylan let my fears set in for a few minutes. Finally, he sat up straight and turned my chin so I was forced to look at him.

"All my life, I have been looking for someone who understands me. I've finally found her and trust me when I say, I'm never letting go. Especially not because of a fight. I will always have your back." I looked at the ground as my down turned into a full blown grin. My happiness short lived, as we heard a rapid beeping from the helicopters control system. I glanced through the window and I had never been more anxious.

There, on the ground, they all stood. I couldn't see Megatron and I almost wished that I could. He was why the Autobots had to put themselves in danger. He was why our planet was in danger. It was him. I snarled under my breath before turning to the pilot.

"You could drop us off down there," I said pointing at the ground. The pilot didn't even turn his head. "Maybe someone is giving him orders. He'll probably answer us in a minute," Dylan suggested. I didn't except that possibility for one second.

"Hey," I yelled, tapping the man on the shoulder. As I expected, he didn't even flinch. I ripped his headphones off and smacked him on the face. I gasped in shock and fear. My hand went straight through him. I turned to look at Dylan and he had the same look of shock on his face that I wore. "What do we do?' He ask, speaking quickly. He did that, I noticed, when he was nervous. "I-I don't know." Of course I had stutter when I'm nervous.

Dylan began to pace in the little space we had. I tapped my foot in a rapid pattern as I thought about possibilities to fix this situation. Suddenly, I heard a noise. I stared at the controls as they began to whir and twist. My stomach sank to the ground as I realized what was going to happen. Dylan seemed to realize at the same time I did because his hand snapped to my waist and he pulled me back. I glanced out the window, hoping that there was some air unit that could help us. Unfortunately, they were a good distance away. I looked down and noticed a building beneath us. I immediately understood what I had to do. I quickly looked at Dylan.

"Do you trust me?" I asked. Without hesitation he nodded. I quickly spotted the door and in one quick movement, I kicked it with all my force. It flew off his hinges and the wind took it away. I grabbed Dylan's hand. By that point, two full arms had emerged from the jet. I handed Dylan my backpack and he shoved it onto his shoulder.

Just as a hand brushed my shin, I pushed Dylan out of the jet. We fell together, our hands still connected, and I yelled, "Tuck," as loud as I could. It must not have been loud enough because Dylan looked at my with fear in confusion clear in his eyes. I growled and pulled Dylan on top of me. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me. I pulled my legs up just as we hit the roof, rolling so the impact wasn't too hard. As I had planned, we landed with Dylan laying on top of me. He was fine. I on the other hand, was not so fine. My foot was definitely broken. Dylan quickly scrambled off of me. He pulled me up and I balanced on one foot. He glared at me.

"Why the hell did you do that Rose? I could've killed you." I rolled my eyes. "Your welcome," I said. His glare intensified, but he hissed before swooping me into his arms. He turned around and began to run into the building. I wanted to protest but I knew better. I was shocked at the steady pace he kept himself in. He was going ridiculously fast, bu he never slowed as we made our war down, flight by flight. The whir of jet got closed Dylan raced down the stairwell even faster. We finally reach the bottom floor.

Dylan gently set me down and I caught a glimpse of myself in the clear glass. My hair didn't look too bad, though it was still noticeably wet. I was used to it. My hair always dried slowly. It was my face that surprised me the most. It looked like I had just been in a explosion. Dylan had an appearance similar to me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from my horrid complexion. I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail with the hair tie I kept on my wrist. 'If only my dad could see me now,' I thought. The thought made reminded me of all I was running away from and I clenched my teeth in determination. I set my face to my common, determined, look, and I jogged out of the, missing, door and out into the streets. I looked to the skies and frowned.

The jet was way too close for comfort. I turned to make sure Dylan was behind me, nodding when he gave me a slight smile. Luckily for us, the helicopter had turned around, flying in the opposite direction. I had already spotted the group. I set my pace at a run as rocks and broken road crunches beneath my feet. I stopped short once I reached a few feet behind a few soldiers I didn't recognize.

"We need backup, Lennox," a soldier said. Lennox looked up and sighed.

"I know," he said with frustration coloring his tone.

"We're your backup," I said. Everyone's heads turned. I spotted Sam and Mikaela first. He grinned and Mikaela smiled a relieved smile. I smiled back before swiftly shifting my gaze to the Autobots. They were all still cars and I frowned. Lennox whipped around to glare at Sam.

"That's the friend that you had an entire party search for? She's a kid and she sure as hell shouldn't be here! Also why are there two?" Now in any normal circumstance, I would've been offended, however, I knew that he was just looking out for the safety of me, and he was frustrated that this was the backup he gained. That just made me more determined to prove him wrong. I could be more useful than he thought. As dark as it sounded, I was probably the only one who was actually willing to die. If it would save us. I definitely wasn't allowing myself to die. Not here. I'd make great bait.

Optimus spoke in a soft tone, which to my surprise, had a touch of guilt in it.

"I am sorry that we were not able to find you. We looked around on land, and it never occurred to me that you escaped through the water." I smiled and shrugged.

"Yup. Almost drowned too, but I made it. Looks like I'll never die." That was meant to be a joke, but the Autobots didn't see it that way at all. There was a bit of an awkward silence, and I scoffed.

"Oh come on! That was a joke." Ratchet got a sour tone.

"It wasn't very funny," he said. I frowned.

"Thanks," I muttered sarcastically. "If I remember correctly, it was you who told me I had no sense of humor, meaning you really shouldn't be so surprised." Ratchet's loud silence equaled a victory in my book. I had a feeling that it was rare for most people, or bots, to get something over Ratchet. There were a few orders being given that I didn't pay attention to. I had a more important issue. As I glanced at the sky, I noticed a jet hovering over a few buildings. That may not have been a problem if the jet wasn't so familiar.

I tapped Dylan and pointed to the sky. Even in car form, Ironhide still seemed to follow my gaze. "It's Starscream!" he yelled, transforming as he did so. The rest of the Autobots followed his example. Bumblebee hurried to the nearest and strongest item he could find, which just so happened to be a semi truck. Bumblebee lifted the truck, as Ironhide and Lennox gave orders to back up. I followed behind Ratchet as he shifted into reverse and backed away. Ironhide grabbed the other side of the truck.

"Incoming!" He yelled. Within moments, the truck had been hit and Bumblebee and Ironhide went flying back. I grabbed onto a metal pole to keep from whipping through the air. My plan was all in vain as a chunk of debris slammed into my stomach. I let go and crashed to the ground. I decided to lay there until I could breathe. I felt a hand grab mine, and I immediately knew who it was. Dylan swiftly pulled me up

.

"Are you alright?" he asked. I nodded.

"You?" He nodded as well. Lennox did a check to see if everyone was okay. I then noticed the most injured person. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't a human. It was a bot.

"Oh my GOD!" I yelled racing over to the yellow Autobot. Sam was already there, begging Bumblebee to get up. I quickly ran behind him and began to inspect his legs, which had been torn off. There was a circuit that was leaking a fluid rapidly. I knew I was going into a medical and chemical science (yes I had two majors). Even though the medical science was for humans, it didn't take a rocket scientist to see that that was going to cause a big problem if it wasn't sealed. I carefully touched and gently lifted it up so I could look at it from all sides. Bumblebee softly whimpered.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered just in time to see Sam shot me a glare.

"Sorry," I whispered to him as well. "But I have to see what's wrong so I can fix it." As I continued to look at the circuit Sam continued to beg Bumblebee to get up. "Sam! I know you want Bee to be alright and he will. I promise I will personally see to it that he is okay. But you have got to stop telling him to get up. He physically can't get up. You're just making him squirm, which is in turn, hurting him more. I know that you're scared just like the rest of us, but you have got to pull yourself together. If not for your own, Mikaela and Bumblebee's sake." Sam paused before nodding.

"Does anyone have any tape?" I yelled. There was no answer so took that as a no. I hissed before pulling my hair tie out of my hair and shaking it out. I felt so bad for what was about to happen.

"Bumblebee I need you to look at me," I said softly. He turned to stare at me and, my heart shattered into a million pieces. The look of fear on his face was enough for my eyes to start watering. "I know you're in a lot of pain and I'm so, so sorry. I don't want to lie to you so I'm going to tell you that this will hurt. I need you to stay as still as possible and I promise that it won't hurt so bad. If you move around a lot the process will take longer and It'll be more painful. Just stay still and be the strong Autobot that Optimus is so proud of." I think that last sentence did the trick because he turned around and stiffened. "Good job Bumblebee. Sam. Reassure and comfort him." Sam nodded and began following my orders. "Okay Bee. In three...two...one."

As soon as I said one, I pulled the tip if the circuit down to the middle and began to tie it up with the hair band. Bumblebee yelped but stayed completely still. As I finished the last wrap, I smiled. "You did great Bumblebee. I'm so proud of you." Bee turned around and glanced at his leg as if to really check if I was done.

"Me too!" Sam agreed. Our victory was short lived as a tank fired in Lennox's direction. Dylan handed me my backpack and I pulled out my "special" gun I had made mini grenades that exploded on impact. I got bored often so I had a lot of mini grenades. They were small enough to fit into the Desert Eagle .50 caliber gun that I got secretly on my birthday from my mom. I modified it so that the grenades fit into the gun like regular bullets. Shoved a bunch of the grenades into my two pockets. If my clumsy self fell now, I would totally be screwed. I handed the bag back to Dylan.

"Please stay here," I begged as I ran after Sam. I looked back to see him follow Mikaela and I sighed in relief. I guessed that he had sensed that the time was not right to be difficult. I easily caught up to Sam and who, upon noticing me, skidded to a stop.

"What are you doing? This is too dangerous." I glared at him.

"Don't give me that Sam. What makes this more dangerous for me than for you? And don't give me that 'oh you're just a kid' bullshit. We both know I'm just as capable as you. I'll be fifteen in a few weeks, meaning that you aren't much older than me." Sam was silent and for good reason. I mean, what could he really say?

"Probably more capable than me," he muttered. I shook my head in disagreement but otherwise, left the conversation alone. Moments later, Megatron appeared blatantly out of nowhere, and I began to instantly regret my decision as being bait. My god, was this guy terrifying. Mikaela and Dylan pulled up in a pickup truck and they both hopped out. Sam handed me the cube, or whatever that was, and it landed heavily in my arms. I looked up to keep an eye on Megatron just in time to watch Jazz literally get pulled apart by Megatron.

"No!" I screamed. No one paid attention to me, and I realized it was because my scream only raged in my head.

As we stood on the bridge, waiting for Sam and Mikaela to arrive with the police (or swat or whatever they were), Jazz began to talk to me. I figured it was purely out of boredom, but the conversation was very enjoyable. "So why was you about to jump off that cliff when we found you?" He asked. I shrugged. "Life I guess. I know it's a pretty vague answer but it's the truth." Jazz crossed his arms. "But why? Somethin' musta pushed ya over tha edge." He did have a point. I might as well tell him. I was telling everyone else my personal stuff. Why not a bunch of aliens from Cybertron? "When my dad hit me for the eighty-ninth time. Yeah. I started to keep track after the first time. I don't know. I guess I was just done. It was a selfish move, but at the time, I didn't give two shits." I was taken aback when Jazz suddenly growled. "I'm gonna kill him," he snarled. I laughed. "Be my guest." He had calmed down by then, and we got into a conversation about types of good earth music, food, seasons and locations. It turned out that we liked winter the best, and the idea of hanging out at the beach was very appealing to us. As we continued our conversation, we suddenly heard a loud bang.

This gave me a reason to fight Megatron. This was why I was here. So nobody else could die. At one point, Lennox ran by asking where it was. He nodded and began to give us orders. I knew he was talking to me and Sam, but this was Sam's job. I was just going to protect him. Sam began to freak out and Lennox grabbed the collar, giving him a rather blunt pep talk. He grabbed the cube from my hands and shoved it into Sam's. I followed swiftly behind Sam and Lennox didn't tell me to stay behind.

"Sam, we will protect you," Ironhide said. With that, Sam took of at a run, and I followed close behind him. Suddenly, I had a thought that made me skid to a stop. It occurred to me that I couldn't help them. There was nothing I could do. If Megatron wanted the cube, my little bait distractions were not going to work. I looked at the buildings around me and noticed as people continued to file out at a panicked pace. Another gleam caught my eye and I spotted Optimus speeding down the alleyway.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked. I didn't realize that he had stopped as well.

"I have another job to do," I said. I turned around and began to run. I raced over to Optimus and jumped on the rear. He made no move to question me, and we sped along for a few more feet before I hopped off so he could transform.

"Megaton!" He he yelled.

"Prime," said the one and only. 'Oh crap, here he comes' I thought as Megatron transformed and swooped down. Optimus grabbed his wings and I, in turn, grabbed Optimus"s leg. So that may not have been the best idea, but I needed to follow them. We rushed through the air. I gulped as we neared a building, and I prayed that Megatron would avoid it. Of course, no such luck, and we crashed through it. I had no idea how I continued to Optimus Prime's leg, but My hands just gripped his leg tighter. Megatron shifted into a dive and we began to spiral down. Right before I would've become part of the road, I will myself to let go and I fell a few feet before landing on my back. I layed on my back and wheezed for a good two minutes before I stood up to shake my head. I had a job to do.

Luckily, Optimus and Megatron weren't too far from where they crashed. I ran past them and raced into the nearest building. It took me a short amount of time to reach the top of the buildings. The adrenaline carried me as I screamed for people to exit the building. Once I reached the top I peered out of the paned glass window to see if Optimus and Megatron had remained in the general area of the building. Unfortunately, they were close. They were way too close. I screamed and ran in the opposite direction as Optimus Prime went crashing through the building. At the last moment I grabbed onto Megatron's leg, cause yolo right. Er...wrong. I instantly realized I had made a mistake. A very big mistake.

Megatron dropped Prime as if he was on fire, and he reached behind and easily plucked me off of his leg. We went careening to the ground, though he stopped and slammed me into the ground before he himself crashed into it. His terrifying face was only inches away from mine and I whimpered in fear. He smiled at the noise in the back of my throat, and he pressed me to the ground even harder. If I hadn't been focusing on not crapping my pants, I would've made a sarcastic remark about how creepy he was being. My mind wandered off as I thought about...well...yeah. I shuddered at the thought and Megatron completely misunderstood my body language.

He laughed menacingly, and I cringed back in terror. His blaster was pointed at me and took a deep breath. After all, I did say that I was willing to die for the Autobots. If this was the way I went, so be it.

"Your kind…" Megatron growled. "Will die. You will be one of the first to share the fate of your people and planet. 'If you're gonna say something heroic..do it now' I thought to myself.

"No," I said firmly. "My planet will survive. My people will survive. The Autobots will make sure of it. I will make sure of it. We all should have a choice in choosing our fate. Right now, you are making a mistake. You are choosing your fate." Megatron's blaster rose from my face a few inches.

"You sound just like Optimus," he hissed. Suddenly his optics widened and he seemed to be staring into my soul. I was actually beginning to feel a bit self conscious.

"Erm...what?" I squeaked. He narrowed his eyes. It was then that he whispered words that would change my life forever.

"You...a Prime?"

BOOOOOM! Was it worth the wait?

Also is that foreshadowing I sense? Also I have absolutely NO knowledge of guns whatsoever, so please don't judge me too hard.

Again, please tell me what you think of Jazz surviving. Also tell me what Megatron could've meant when talking to Rose. I think I already have the plot in my mind, but I would love to see how you guys would like to unfold.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you had/are having a great week!