Hey guys! I hope you check out my new story, The Gift of Life! I think this one could be better than Dreams and the rest of my other stories put together! Anyway, sorry it's taking me forever! It's kind of hard to write this without a script to go by. I'm mostly going by memory here. Hope you like it anyway!

Disclaimer: As far as I know, I still do not own transformers. So thanks for continuously crushing my dreams!

Chapter 37:

(Jenny's POV)

I woke up sometime later, feeling refreshed and re-energized. I looked around the room I had been put in and realized no one was here. Meaning no humans or Cybertronians. I sighed and slipped off the berth. I decided to go and try to find them. After all, I really didn't want to sit there and do nothing.

I left the Med Bay and went into the hallway. No one was in sight, no guards, robots or soldiers. I raised and eyebrow and walked down the hall.

It took several twists and turns before I found anyone. When I did, I peaked through the door and looked inside. I saw more Cybertronians in there. The were all in their bipedal mode, except for Optimus. The other bots were watching him curiously, almost afraid of their leader. That made me curious. He didn't seem the intimidating type. Of course, I barely know him.

At least, I don't remember them. I do know them, somewhere in the depths of my mind. As if the connection I felt to Optimus wasn't any indication to that.

"Senator, I suggest you remember that when the NSA wants funding, they call me," I turned around abruptly at the sound of a new voice.

I saw a blonde haired woman with glasses rushing inside the hangar, a phone to her ear.

"When the CIA's gonna take out a target, they ask first for my permission, and the President wants to know which members of Congress are politically vulnerable in terms of, oh, let's say, undiscovered criminal conduct, I'm the number he dials."

With a click of the button, she hung up the phone and tossed it back to one of the men following her as she switched shoes quickly out of her heels.

Nearby, on a television screen, the news was playing and I took a quick glance at it.

"US agencies say they've been monitoring the blast, but if in fact this was a covert military strike, no nation has yet to claim responsible-"

Suddenly the woman started talking and I found my attention drawn back to her.

"CIA's up my ass about this mystery raid in the Middle-East, so it's time to come clean. Was your unit involved?" The woman wasted no time when she reached the Colonel.

Will hesitated, "Uhh, I'm not sure.." then he added, "Ma'am."

"I'm Director of National Intelligence," she snapped, still not making eye contact with him as they walked deeper in the building. "I'm a really big fan of intelligent answers," she glared from the corner of her eye at him.

I didn't like her. She had this really bad vibe about her.

Will stuttered, "I-I can't really tell you definitively.. these Autobots are like teenage kids. They like to sneak outta the house every once in a while-"

I giggled at the comparison.

"Colonel Lennox, are you in command, or are you not?" she asked, sounding bored and my fists clenched.

I didn't remember who this Will was, but I felt a strong connection to him. Almost like I viewed him as a father figure. This little witch harassing him pissed me off.

Will rolled his eyes, "Yes, ma'am, I am-"

She stopped abruptly, causing Will to do the same.

"Stop with the ma'am. Enough with the ma'am, do I look like a ma'am?" She glanced at the Asian woman who stood behind her; her glasses snug around her face.

She glared at Lennox and shook her head as the Colonel struggled to answer.

"No, ma'am," the Asian woman raised an eyebrow, causing Will to change what he was saying quickly. "Yes, ma'am.. yes!"

They continued to walk deeper in the hangar.

"This gun is my perfect invention, Ironhide!" A bot announced proudly to another black mech, who smiled down at his new weapon.

"Right," The black mech nodded.

"Good, you're here! My name's Wheeljack!" the first bot turned around suddenly and told the woman. "I do hope you have answers for 'im. I've never seen him so upset!"

I turned to where Wheeljack had been pointing, straight at Optimus. So that's why he hadn't transformed. He was pissed.

"Optimus, you remember a Charlotte Mearing?" Will asked, stepping closer to the Peterbilt.

When he got no response, Will continued slowly. My eyes squinted. Was Prime really angry?

"Our Director of National Intelligence?"

A different bot took a few steps backwards, waving his arms back and forth. "He's in a bad mood." He wiggled a giant finger between them. "He's-a not talkin' to anybody today."

Charlotte looked less than pleased as she turned her body to face Will, but kept her stern gaze on Prime. "What is this? The silent treatment?"

The black mech shook his head, heading over to his leader. "We've seen that before, and this is not that-"

"Definitely not," Wheeljack commented in the background.

"-This is worse," He finished.

Then, unexpectedly, he growled and raised a fist. Before anybody could stop him, it was too late. He had already done it.

"Prime! Make something of yourself!" His fist hit the top of Prime's alternate mode with a loud CLANK and Optimus began his transformation immediately. "He's pissed.." Ironhide muttered.

Optimus crashed down to the floor, his optics narrowed at Mearing with anger, which made me want to take a step backwards. The calm, gentle and kind Autobot leader, Optimus Prime, was actually pissed.

"You lied to us! Everything humans know of our planet we were told had all been shared. So, why was this found in human possession?"

Charlotte's eyes followed his finger and they landed on the object that the team had obviously uncovered while she had been out of commission. With a long pause, Mearing looked at Will, the other Autobots, and then returned her stare back at their leader.

She needed to explain.. and she needed to do it now.

Everybody was silent after Prime had snapped those words. It had been far too long since the Autobots, and even the humans who've known him since his arrival on Earth, had seen him this angered. I had to admit that she was even shocked.

Finally, the black mech -I must find out his name- broke the silence. "Make it snappy, woman! You think we have time?"

Charlotte glared at the mech before directing her attention back to Optimus. "We were in the dark on this, also."

"Ha," Black bot rolled his optics, turning around to walk away.

I wasn't really surprised at his sudden attitude with the woman, mainly because I felt the same way and probably would have acted like that as well.

Charlotte glanced at him slowly before returning her look back on the leader before her. "It was Director-only clearance at Sector 7, until now," she added, pointing a finger at him. Turning around to her assistant. "The bag."

The Asian woman with the glasses looked nervous as she dug around through the variety of bags she was holding. "Which bag?" She whispered.

Charlotte turned her head sideways and spoke through gritted teeth, "Hermes Birkin Green Ostrich.." she shook her head and turned around to look at Optimus as the woman rushed the bag over. "My God.."

She opened the bag and dug her hand around in it.

"This is a secret few men know and fewer still remain alive."

When she grabbed what she needed, she gave the bag back and turned around.

"Allow me to please introduce to you, two of NASA's founding mission directors and astronaut, Dr. Buzz Aldrin. One of the first two men to step foot on the moon."

Walking up to the older, white-haired man dressed in a suit, who had just entered the room, she shook his hand and then turned her body away from him to direct another hand to Optimus.

"Sir, Optimus Prime," she told Buzz.

Mr. Aldrin looked up at Optimus; 'amazed' written all over his aged and matured face. "From a fellow space traveler, it's a true honor!"

"The honor.. is mine," Optimus replied, bending down to his level to be more respectable.

"Our entire space-race from the 1960's, it appears, was in response to one event," Charlotte said, grabbing everybody's attention.

"Oh, well.. I would've never guessed that," Black mech snarled, continuing to verbally abuse Mearing. "This doesn't explain why humans know of this engine part.. and why they were running tests on it.."

"Well, if you would shut that mouth of yours, I'm sure you'll know within the next minute," Charlotte snapped, earning a glare from both mech and me.

My fists clenched. Who was she to speak to him like that? She had no right! The black mech was obviously important to me if I felt this much anger.

"Ironhide, stand down," Optimus told him gently.

Yay, I learned his name!

Optimus nodded back down at Buzz. "Please, continue."

"Our astronauts investigated a crashed alien ship. No survivors on board," The first Director began.

Buzz stepped forward, "We were sworn to secrecy by our Commander in Chief."

"A total of thirty-five people knew the real plan at NASA," The first Director added.

The second looked around almost nervously, "The Soviets managed to land un-manned probes. Somehow, they must've picked up that fuel rod."

"We believe the Russians deduced that the rod was a fissionable fuel assembly, believed they had it mastered, then tried to harness it at Chernobyl," Mearing stated.

"Within six missions in all, we took hundreds of photos and samples," The first Director began and then slowly, added, "We locked them away forever. The Lunar Program was shut down."

Ironhide didn't look too convinced, "Well, did you search the crash vault?"

Silence, but I was the first to break it. She leaned in and pointed a finger. "What's a crash vault?"

All heads snapped to her direction, including Mearing's, who did not look too pleased. "And who the hell are you?" Charlotte snapped. "I don't recall inviting children in this hangar who have no idea what is going on."

I took a step back in fear as tears gathered in my eyes. Wow, whatever happened to me made me emotional. Optimus strode forward and picked me up. He cradled me to his chassis.

"This is Jenny Miyagi. She is in my custody, being an autobot and is not to be messed with."Optimus glowered at the woman.

Charlotte, who either did not want to waste time and argue, or start unnecessary conflict in front of Buzz Aldrin and the other directors, turned back to Optimus. "Very well. Optimus, do continue. I'll have a chat with you all later." She shot me a dirty glance.

I curled up farther into Optimus' hand, not wanting to be anywhere near that woman.

Optimus sighed, probably annoyed with how this lady was treating me. After all, we did have a weird connection. Maybe he felt it too?

"The ship's name was The Ark. I watched it escape Cybertron myself." He began to walk over to Charlotte, still carrying me. "It was carrying an Autobot technology which would've won us the war.. and it's Captain."

"Who is it's Captain?" Charlotte asked.

"The great Sentinel Prime," Optimus nodded. "The technology's inventor. He was Commander of the Autobots before me. It's imperative that I find it before the Decepticons learn of its location. Our Autobot spacecraft has the ability to get there!" Charlotte nodded in agreement hastily. "And," Optimus sighed, "we must pray it's in time."

BREAK!

After that woman left, Optimus carried me back to the Med Bay. He didn't speak to me the whole way there and I was afraid I had angered him. After all, he hadn't been in to good of a mood to begin with. My presence at something I shouldn't of been at probably made things difficult for him.

"Are you made at me?"I finally managed to whisper.

He looked down at me, his soft blue optics meeting my eyes. I saw no trace of anger in them, only concern, sympathy, and . . . love?

"I am not angry at you, young one. I am merely worried about this whole situation. I have no idea what Mearing will do to you. After all, you're supposed to be Cybertronian. Now that your human, the government could use you to get our technology. Especially since your no longer legally under my jurisdiction."

My eyebrows ruffled and I tilted my head in confusion.

"But I know nothing about your technology. I can't remember anything before I woke up. Heck, the only thing I remember is my name and my family's name. And the important, need to know things. But other than that, I remember nothing from my life."I sighed.

"I understand, but they will not. They will try to use you and I cannot allow that to happen. That is another reason why it would be a good idea for you to live with Sam and Mikaela."

I relaxed against his hand and sighed.

"I'm gonna miss this place. I've only been conscious a day and I already feel attached to this place. It's probably because I've been here awhile, even if I can't remember."

I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him. He was just, something else. I don't know, but I think he and the other me without amnesia were really close. The only question was, how close? I was half tempted to ask him, but before I could, we arrived at the Med Bay.

"I will have to drop you off and go. I have a meeting to attend to, then a bunch of paper work. I will be here tomorrow to see you off."He explained as he lowered me down.

For reasons that I don't understand, I leaned up and kissed him gently on the cheek plate.

"Thank you Optimus."I whispered as I hopped off his hand.

He smiled softly as he said your welcome. I watched him leave until he rounded the corner and was out of sight. I sighed then and went inside where Ratchet was impatiently waiting for me with another bot. This one was female and she smiled at me when I entered.

"Jenny! I'm so happy to see you!'The female exclaimed, her voice vaguely familiar.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Do I know you? You seem familiar though."

The female bot looked at me, confused and a little upset. There was something about that facial expression really cut me deep. Ratchet looked at the girl concern and compassionately. Oh, I get it. Their in love.

"She doesn't remember anything, my dear."Then he turned to me. "This is your best friend, Mandy Hopkins, she was also turned into Cybertronian."

Realization hit me like a ton of bricks as I stared wide eyed at my best friend. She was one of them as well. Wow.

"Whoa, you look so different! And tall! I guess you're now officially taller than me!"I giggled.

She grinned down at me. This was going to take a lot of getting used to. She was so much more different than me now.

"Well, that's what happens when you change species."She giggled.

Then she did something I didn't expect. She shrunk down to my size as she turned into a human, a human version of herself that is.

"Now that is cool!"I squealed before embracing my friend.

I was really just glad there was some kind of normalcy is this whole crazy deal. Even if it was only a little bit of normality.

"Alright, you had your introductions. Jenny, I suggest you get more sleep. You have a big day ahead of you."Ratchet said, nodding.

Mandy hugged me one more time before transforming back to her bipedal mode and joining Ratchet at his side. He smiled gently at her as I made my way to my bed.

We all exchanged good nights before the two Cybertronians left, shutting off the light behind me. I snuggled into the pillow I had been provided and shut my eyes. I fell asleep almost instantly, happy to sink into the dark obliviousness.

(Another chapter is finished! Woohoo! This is fun to write! So, I'm officially into the third movie! How exciting! But that also means I'm getting closer to the end! Sad face! Well, I hope you guys just stick with me till the end! Love you all and goodnight! Also, R&R!)