Thanks to DawnofShadows256 for helping edit this chapter! Anyways I won't go on about details because you've all probably read this already! I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!

(Clare's POV)

When I came to I was laying on something very firm, yet strangely soft, like a fluffy blanket of some kind. I probably fell off my bed onto the floor in my room again. At least that was what I thought... until I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in what seemed to be an old warehouse of sorts. "What the hell?" I groaned and tried to sit up.

Large hands pushed me back down before I could even remotely succeed in doing that. Looking up I noticed that it was Ratchet looking down at me with a scolding expression on his face. "You need to lay down femme." He told me in a stern voice.

I noticed several other bots gathered around, Bee and Jazz being the closest. Sam was sitting on Bee's right shoulder and Mikeala was sitting on his left, but it was the look they were giving me that really tugged at my patience. "What? What's the look for Sam? I just woke up so I couldn't have done anything stupid yet."

He gestured for Bee to sit him down on the thing I was laying on...which, strangely enough, looked like a slab one would find in the morgue. He hopped up next to me so that he was facing me, a relieved yet troubled look on his face. We just sat there staring at each other for what seemed like forever and, just when I thought that he wasn't going to say anything, he opened his mouth. What he told me next convinced me that he had gotten high off of licking a toad. "Clare... I don't really know how to tell you this but... you're a... a robot."

My eyes widened and I promptly busted out laughing so hard that I thought that I was going to piss myself. "Sam that's the single dumbest fucking thing you have ever said! Did you just lick one of those hypno toads or something? Or did you find Aunt Judy's pot stash that Uncle Ron doesn't know about?" He didn't respond and I quickly found my laughter dying down. No one was even saying anything to him, not telling him that he was weird or that it wasn't possible. Everyone just looked solemn and serious. "Ok what the hell is everyone on and can I have some? People don't just become robots Sam! I was sitting in the kitchen with you two days ago eating chicken teriyaki and shit! If I was a robot would I do that crap?!" My body flushed with anger.

Sam looked away from me and at the floor. "I don't know Clare; all I know is what I saw. You're definitely not human though."

The feeling of being abandoned and rejected tore through me at his blatant refusal to look at me again. It only made me angrier than I already was. "What is wrong with you?! Did you get on the happy train and fly off to the fucking moon or something? Jesus Sam you sound insane!"

That got him to look at me, albeit in surprise and frustration. "I'm insane?! You're a fucking robot who doesn't even know you're a robot!"

"I AM NOT A FUCKING ROBOT!" I shrieked at him.

"Actually you are an autonomous robotic organism." Ratchet's voice tore my attention away from watching steam blow out of Sam's ears. "Only you are covered in a living human flesh and blood for some reason that I cannot quite figure out yet. Pit, you even have human pain receptors in your skin!"

I jumped down from the slab thingy I was on and pointed an accusing finger at Ratchet. "You put this shit in his head?!"

Ratchet sighed, most likely in exasperation or irritation. "Femme I did nothing of the sort, and you would know this if you would only look under that bandage on your chest."

Bandage? What bandage? I stood there in confusion for a moment before my eyes drifted down to a large bandage covering my front. My hands reached for it and quickly pulled it aside so that I could see; I nearly pissed myself when I did. A gaping wound sat there, dead center, on the left side of my chest, but that's not what really brought me up short... the wires and torn metal plating clearly showing tucked in under torn and loose human skin and flesh... that's what freaked me out. All I could say and do was one thing.

Tears filled my eyes as I turned and tackled Sam in a death hug. "SAM I'M A TERMINATOR!" I cried.

I could hear him sigh clearly. "You're not a terminator Clare; you still have your own individual thought patterns and emotions. Ratchet says that you're still Clare even if we now know that you're a robot."

"She's not a robot organic." Sunstreaker growled, drawing our attention to him. "She's an autonomous robotic organism. That's a lot different from being a sparkless, obedient piece of scrap."

"That's right!" Sideswipe piped up cheerfully. "She's fully sentient! Just like everybot else in this room!"

"Of course I am! Could a plain old robot be as cool as me?" I sniffled and wiped my nose on Sam's shirt making him squeak something that sounded like 'eww gross!' Sitting up fully, I shifted to the side and plopped my ass back on the bed thing. Sam sat up too and wrapped his arm around me in an awkward shoulder hug. "So I can't say 'come with me if you want to live' in an Arnold voice because I'm not a terminator?"

"Clare... you said that anyways when we thought you were human. What's stopping you now?" Sam shook his head at me with a small grin playing at the edges of his mouth.

"I just don't understand! I have human bodily functions like periods and shit! How come that happens if I'm a... well I don't know what to call myself since everyone else gets offended when the word robot gets mentioned." I sniffled quietly.

With a sigh Ratchet shifted to sit on the floor in front of me, meaning that whatever he was going to say would probably take a while. "Clare let me explain what I know so far, alright?"

I nodded at him.

"When I treated your wound I noticed several things, via observation and scans, the first being that the human flesh and blood covering you possesses a human genetic coding closely related to Sam's DNA. This means that the human aspects of you are, in fact, from a relative of Sam's." He told me with a calming smile. "You must have somehow adapted without knowing it, absorbing the DNA of those around you in order to better hide yourself." Ratchet continued.

"How would I even do that? Yesterday I thought I was a normal teenage girl!"

Ratchet narrowed his eyes at me. "I never said that it was a conscious act on your part Clare. We Cybertronians, that is what you can now call yourself," he added as an afterthought. "Are very adaptable. Our protoforms and nanites can easily change to fit new environments to increase our chances of survival, and you, young femme, are no different. It was most likely not something that you consciously did, as I have said. You must have acquired the DNA signature from those who were most important to you, or who you spent the most time with. That is at least one theory that I have, but this is just speculation. I do not know how you came to be here or how you formed into what you are, and I fear that we may never truly understand. What I do know is that your internal systems are similar in function to ours, with some slight differences that helped you survive here."

"Like what?" Shrugging Sam's arm off, I shifted to pull the green blanket onto my shoulders to ward off the cold chill I felt.

"Well you have an energy converter located just below your spark chamber. This allows you to ingest human food items, like water and this chicken teriyaki that you spoke of, to convert it into an energon source. Eventually the energon is used to fuel the spark in your chest, your circuits, and other vital processes. What really astounds me is that you are almost fully developed for such a young age! Usually femmes are not of breeding or bonding age until they are roughly ten thousand years old at the very least! But here you sit at a mere sixteen years of age, fully ready to sparkbond and reproduce."

"Yeah but you guys lost your Allspark so you can't make more Cybertronians right?" Sadness hit me pretty hard when I realized that I was now in the category of beings that could never have a family of their own with the one they loved.

"That is true." Ratchet frowned at me. "Perhaps one day we could find another way Clare... it is possible. For now, what is most important is that we are all healthy, and we have found an actual femme bot in the last place that we ever expected."

The way he said that sounded funny to me. "You say that like there aren't any other... femmes," I tested the word slowly on my tongue. "Out there."

"There are very few. Most were killed off by the Decepticons in the war at Megatron's behest. He felt that by cutting off our way of reproducing, via the Allspark and femme bots, that he could win the war. It was also a form of revenge for him and his followers."

Sam cut in at this point. "Does that mean that if they find out what Clare is they'll try to kill her?" His eyes shot over to me, an immensely worried look residing in them.

"Yes it does. If the Decepticons were to find out about her existence they would come for her and try to terminate her." The answer came from Optimus and not Ratchet, our attention switching to him immediately. "Megatron may be offline but his followers still remain, and they will continue to carry out his orders after his death. This puts Clare in danger should they discover her." Sam shifted closer to me, almost protectively, while all I could do was stare at the large red and blue bot as he knelt in front of me. "That is why I believe that it would be best to have her come and stay with us in the new base the human military are going to provide. We can better protect her this way."

The thought of being separated from my family made my heart…spark… jump in anxiety and fear. Before I even knew what I was doing I was shaking my head no. "Uh uh! I'm staying with Sam and my Aunt and Uncle."

"Bee is staying with me." Sam told him. "Wouldn't it be okay as long as he was there to look out for her? She won't technically be unprotected, and I'm sure that Bee wouldn't mind since he did ask to stay with us."

"He did?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah, he wants to continue staying with us."

As soon as Sam said this I smiled at Bee as best I could even going so far as to wave at him happily, which he returned. Then I turned to Optimus and gave him the puppy dog look... dunno how effective it is on giant alien robotic organisms but hey! It was worth a try! "Please?"

He did not look affected at all. "Bee cannot always protect both of you."

My face fell into a glare. "Not happening." I gritted out. "I'm going to go back home with my fat little dog Frankie, and I'm going to go back to school as soon as my skin finishes growing back! It will grow back right?" I directed the question at Ratchet.

"Yes of course. Your nanites are already working on it."

"Right! I'm going to go home, finish school, and torment Sam on a daily basis for fun!" Sam squawked indignantly at me, making me roll my eyes at him. "You know that your life would be dull and boring without me!"

Sam suddenly turned to Optimus. "I like your idea better!"

Before he even knew what had hit him he was on the floor clutching at his head courtesy of my fist. "Asshole!" I hissed.

"I was kidding!" He moaned pitifully.

"You probably shouldn't do that or you're going to give him brain damage." Sideswipe grinned at me, hell even Sunstreaker was smirking at me! What was the world coming to?!

"I hit him all the time!" I protested. "He still functions somewhat normally after a couple thousand knocks to the head!" I back tracked over what I had just said. "Well kind of. And besides! Robocop, or whatever you call him, was around me a couple times and he didn't seem any more concerned with me than anyone else! Maybe he couldn't tell!"

Optimus did not look convinced.

Ratchet, however, was way ahead of the game as usual. "Well that is most likely because your human skin acts as a dampener to conceal your spark signature. Even we did not sense it until you were injured. My theory is that your skin acts in a manner similar to a shield, however when it is torn substantially some of your spark energy is able to leak out. So as long as you do not sustain serious injuries nobot should be able to sense your spark."

Before he had even finished his sentence I was doing a happy dance on the bed.

"That does not mean that it is acceptable for you to stay in your human home."

Now I was glaring at Ratchet. "Whose side are you on Ratchy?!"

He glared at me. "Do not call me that youngling."

"What did you just call me Ratchety?" I growled at him, purposefully butchering his name thus earning several snickers from Sideswipe and Jazz. It even got a snort from Sunstreaker... which added to the whole weird fest going on right now.

"Do. Not. Call. Me. That!" Ratchet bit out as he started expelling massive amounts of steam from his exhaust pipes. Or maybe they were vents. "And I am going to follow whatever Optimus decides to do, regardless of what it is. I am only giving him some things to consider before he makes the decision to take you from your human family or not."

My eyes grew wide. Take me away from them? "Can he really just do that?" I squeaked.

"Yes he can. He is Prime and you are a femme bot, and that means that he can tell you what to do. For the most part you are supposed to listen to him." Ratchet so kindly informed me.

Sam smacked his forehead. "You just had to say it like that didn't you?"

Internally I was raging though! I had to listen because I was a freaking female? "So lemme get this straight! Because I'm a female I have to listen to whatever he says? Has anyone ever told you to go shove something straight up your ass?" I hissed at both of them.

Optimus stiffened as what I said apparently registered with him. "Ratchet did not mean that because you were a femme bot you were beneath me and thus subject to my whims. What he meant was that, as a bot, you are generally supposed to listen to me, as are the others. Being Prime means that I am entrusted with keeping Cybertron and its citizens safe, and as a show of gratitude and respect, they listen to me. That is not to say that each and every one of them is not able to live their lives as they wish, as are you."

I huffed. "Damn straight."

"Be that as it may, you are still bound to listen when I give you a direct order, and for your own good I must insist that you come and stay in the Autobot base."

My jaw dropped like a gaping fish. "NO WAY! WHAT ABOUT FRANKIE?! WHO'S GOING TO SAVE HIM WHEN HE'S GETTING DOMINATED BY MOJO?! WHAT ABOUT FINISHING SCHOOL? AND MY AUNT AND UNCLE ARE GOING TO FLIP IF I DON'T COME HOME! THIS IS TOTAL BULLSHIT!"

"It is my choice and I have decided that you will listen."

The nonchalant way that he said that was really freaking pissed me off. With an angry huff I spun around on the bed thing and jumped down before stomping over towards the door.

"Clare you can't really get away." Sam called after me.

"Fuck you Sam! I want Frankie!" A shrill squeak escaped me when Ironhide scooped me up midway to the door and caged me in his huge hand. "I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU IDIOTS KEEP PICKING ME UP LIKE THIS I AM GOING TO POOR OXIDIZER ALL OVER YOU AND WATCH YOU MOTHERFUCKING RUST! NOW PUT ME DOWN!"

Of course he just held me and didn't listen which pissed me off even more. With an angry shriek I lunged up and bit down on a wire sticking out of his neck. Surprisingly enough it made him roar in pain and drop me to the floor below. "I'M GONNA PAINT YOU SHIT BROWN ASSTARD!" Then I ran like crazy around him to the door and wrenched it open before taking off outside. Of course I knew that I wasn't going to get that far before I was caught, but I just didn't care! It wasn't fair that they came in and thought that they had the right to take me away from my home like it was no big deal.

I ducked out of sight when I heard tires screeching down the road after me. There was another entrance on the other side of the alleyway so I bolted for it, swerving around the corner onto another street. This was pointless because I didn't even know where I was exactly, but in my muddled and pain filled mind nothing else mattered other than getting home, getting back to reality.

It was dark all around me but strangely enough I could actually see quite well. I didn't question the sudden increase in night vision at this time.

Or rather I didn't have time to as I took another step only to be scooped up in a hand. It seemed a little smaller than the others I had been in today, but I didn't care. I struggled, kicking and thrashing as I spewed all kinds of cuss words and threats against the one holding me. Whoever it was pressed me against a warm silver chest and cooed to me like I was a baby. It was then that I realized I was crying and begging to go home. My heart-or spark- was racing and I felt sick, like I was way too hot to breathe properly, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to go home to Frankie and Mojo, and my family. I didn't want to be separated from them, from Sam! Why were they trying to do this to me?

"I's alright lil lady." Jazz soothed me as he ducked into an alley to avoid being seen. He sat down and took to rubbing my back in soothing motions to calm me. "Ah kno' it ain' easy ta hear wha' Prime 'ad ta say sweetspark, bu' he only 'as da best intentions ah promise ya."

"I don't care! I wanna go home!" I cried pitifully. "He can't take me away from Sam and my family! I won't listen to him!"

Jazz made a soft purring sound the vibrations from it flowing into me. Oddly enough it calmed me down a great deal though tears still leaked from my eyes. "Ah kno' sweetspark. Ah kno' ya don' wanna go." He clicked down at me softly, the sound doing something strange to my emotional state, almost like when I was little and my Aunt or Uncle would coo at me when I was upset. It settled me down a bit more and I curled into his chest subconsciously. Some strange part of me responded by making a soft chirping noise back. I started in surprise at the unexpected sound leaving me, but he seemed to be expecting it. "Ya neva made a soun' like dat before?"

"No." I sniffled. "What was it?"

He shifted me closer to him so that I was completely enveloped in his hands. "Sparklin' talk. A sparklin' woul' make dat soun' when communicatin' wit' its creators. It means ya need comfort, it can also mea' ya happy."

"Oh." Well I wasn't happy that was for sure. "I wanna go home." I repeated.

"Ah dunno if Prime will le' ya femme. Ah don' agree wit' separatin' ya from yo'r family unit like dis, bu' ah can see why 'e wants ta do it. It ain' nearly as safe as stayin' on da base wit' us, bu' ah also kno' dat takin' a young bot away from deir family unit woul' cause em a lot of distress, so ah'll try ta talk 'im out of it. Can' make no promises thou'. So if 'e stands firm in 'is decision ya gotta accept it sweetspark. Ya can' get away no matta wha'cha do."

His blue eyes peered at me sadly yet resolute. He would try and help me but there were no guarantees that it would be successful. "What about Ironhiney? I did bite him... he probably will hate me forever now." Something occurred to me. "I'm not apologizing for it either." I pouted.

"Ah wouldn' expect ya to! Besides! Ah t'ink dat ya got some real respec' from da terror twins for bitin' 'im!" Jazz grinned and stood to shift down to his Pontiac Solstice car form with me somehow ending up in the passenger seat.

"Terror twins?" I queried tiredly.

"Sideswipe an' Sunstreaker. We all call em da terror twins becuz of da pranks dey pull on everybot." He pulled out of the alleyway and started back in the direction that we had come from much to my displeasure. "More den once Ratchet was tempted ta weld em ta da ceilin'."

I hummed tiredly. "Sounds fun but Sunstreaker hates my guts. I'll probably be a victim if Optimus does force me to go stay on base."

"Naw. Sideswipe is da one dat pulls Sunstreaker inta 'is pranks. Sunny usually don' wan' nothin' ta do wit' it, bu' Sides some'ow manages ta drag 'im inta it every tahme. An' since Sides likes ya ah don' t'ink he'll target ya."

At that point we pulled back into the warehouse where everyone else was, but I could barely even keep my eyes open. Nor did I really pay any attention to them when Jazz shifted so that he was standing in his real form, me cradled in his right arm like a baby. I turned into him when all eyes shifted towards me, feeling him instinctively tighten his hold on me.

"Optimus ah wan' ta state dat ah don' agree wit' wha'cha are doin'." I heard Jazz state clearly. It made a pleasant warmth course through my chest.

"Jazz I know that it is not the best choice for her emotional state, but it is the best choice to keep her safe." Optimus's deep baritone voice replied. "The Decepticons could harm her if she is left with her human family."

"Ah kno' dat Optimus but ah also kno' dat separatin' a young bot from deir family unit like dis will only strain deir spark. For a young bot dat 'as neva had a sparkbond wit' a creator ta strength deir spark coul' weaken 'er to da point dat 'er spark snuffs itself ou'!"

I stiffened slightly, a slight noise that kind of sounded like a quiet blender escaping me before I even knew what was happening. The room quieted instantly in response, but Jazz seemed to cup me with his other arm to block me from their view.

"See? If ya do dis to 'er it coul' do jus' as much harm as good. An' while ah woul' be willin' ta make a creator bond wit' 'er in order ta strengthen 'er spark, ah t'ink dat it woul' be best ta let 'er make da choice for 'erself. We don' take a bots choices away from em Optimus, we ain' Decepticons."

I heard someone vent heavily, most likely Optimus. Strangely enough it sounded conflicted. "I know that Jazz... I did not want to make her do something that she does not consent to. My concern over her safety and wellbeing clouded my judgment on what was right and wrong, and for that I must offer my apologies to her."

I peeked out at Optimus to see him looking truly regretful and apologetic, the sight made me sad for some reason and before I could stop it a soft sound like a dove cooing escaped me. His eyes zoomed in on me as his lips tilted in a small smile. I was just confused as to why I was suddenly making strange sounds.

But before I could question one of them about it Ironhide butted in. "Optimus you can't really be considering leaving one of the last femme bots with a single guardian and a human family unit! This is madness! Barricade or Starscream will target her once they find out about her! Not only that but the healing powers she gained from the Allspark are invaluable to our cause. Think about that when you make your final choice!"

Jazz stiffened almost imperceptibly. "Ah neva said dat she woul' be left wit' one guardian Hide! We can assign a second one as needed based on patrol schedules in 'er livin' area! Dat way somebot is always dere ta protect 'er!"

"And are you willing to spend all that time away from your comrades, surrounded by humans, all in order to sparklingsit a youngling?" Ironhide challenged.

"Yea ah am! It ain' right ta make 'er stay wit' us Hide an' ya know it! Her human family unit is only gonna be around for wha' seems like da blink of an optic ta 'er! Den wha'? Den da only family unit she knows is gonna be gone forever! She neva 'ad wha' we all 'ad at some point! An' now she knows dat she's gonna live fo' practically forever while everybot she knows is gonna offline in da next fifty stellar cycles most likely! An' ya wanna take all dat away from 'er!?" That shut Ironhide up instantly. "Dat's wha' ah though' Hide. An' while ah woul' be willin' ta make a bond wit' her ta strengthen 'er spark, it shoul' be 'er choice."

Optimus intervened at this point. "Yes it should. However, I do still think that she should spend some time on base in order to learn about our customs and the functions of her body. Would you agree to a compromise Clare?"

His voice was obviously directed at me to make me look at him, which I did after Jazz shifted his other arm away.

"You get to spend your week days as you see fit in the comfort of your human home, however you will spend weekends in the Autobot base so that we may educate you on our history and customs. Does that sound fair?"

I spoke up uncertainly. "I can still go to school?"

"You may still go to school as it is on the week days. That is the time designated for you to do as you wish, so long as you stay within an acceptable distance of Bee or your other temporary guardian."

I didn't even have to think about it really. "Ok." I agreed in an instant.

Optimus nodded at me. "Very well, but until your skin grows back it would be best for you to stay with us. As soon as you are healed one of us will escort you back to your home."

"Ok." Right on cue my stomach grumbled... or my tank. "Damn I feel like I haven't eaten in three days." I rubbed my gut distractedly.

"You've been in stasis for three days." Ratchet told me.

"What's stasis? And food... need food." Right on cue my midsection grumbled rather loudly. "Arby's..." I moaned.

Ratchet looked at me oddly for some reason. "I would ask what an Arby's is femme, but I would rather answer your question. Stasis is similar to what humans would call a coma. It happens when a bot is either severely damaged or energon depleted, and only a medic can reverse the process."

"So I was in a coma? Cool." I smiled brightly. "But I'm still starving so yeah."

"I don't think we have any money Clare." Sam told me honestly... oh he was on Bee's shoulder again! I wondered where he had gone! "Maybe Lennox and Epps can get us something? They're around here somewhere."

"She doesn't need human food, technically she can have energon and it will serve the same purpose." Ratchet informed us.

"ARBY'S!" I growled. When I had a craving I had to satisfy it or shit would seriously go down! I was majorly craving a beef and cheddar melt right about now with... mozzarella sticks and curly fries... OMG MY MOUTH WAS NOW WATERING! "Sam I don't care if we have to rob a bank we are getting some motherfucking Arby's!" I said in a completely serious voice.

"Why no' jus' try some energon sweetspark? Ya might like it." Jazz tempted me. He somehow pulled a large cube thing out of nowhere, prompting me to just stare at it.

"What am I supposed to take a bath in that thing or what?" He sat down and put the cube thing on the ground so that I could see the blue liquid sloshing around in it. It kind of smelled good... like berries and gasoline. Yes, gasoline smelled good and anyone that didn't think so sucked bullocks! And I now have a British accent!

"It is a lil big for ya..." Jazz agreed. "Bu' we don' exactly 'ave any'hing smaller ta put it in."

"Ummmm I can lean over the side... and probably fall in. But hey I need a bath anyways, and that stuff has an aroma like berries and gasoline which, oddly enough, smell good together." My comment earned me a weird look from Sam. "What? It does!" I defended myself hotly. "You don't have any room to talk Sam! Have you smelled your room lately? Are you leaving your happy rags lying around under your bed?" I snapped.

"Clare! Why would you even say that? Why did you have to end up having the worst version of my mom for a personality?" Sam buried his face into his hands and refused to look at me. At least Mikeala laughed, though she did give Sam a sympathetic look.

Shrugging my shoulders, I latched onto the side of the cube thing and lowered myself face first over the side. I drank the liquid like a fucking wildebeest drinks that nasty ass water in the Nile only to get its ass eaten by a crocodile. I know my mind is completely freaking random, but hey it makes me awesome! And damn this stuff did taste good! Like berries and cream! I leaned forward for a better taste only to fall in face first.

I came back up and sputtered violently. "Big ass alien cube things!" I cussed angrily. Everyone laughed at me, including Ironhide. I was sooo going to paint him shit brown as soon as he fell asleep! Yeah don't think I didn't notice the brown paint in the corner! Jazz offered me a hand but I waved it off. "Fuck that! This shit it pretty good and I'm going to drink it even if I have to stay in here to do it." With that, and after receiving an extremely amused look from Jazz, I squatted down and resumed drinking it. 'Berries and cream! Berries and cream! Tastes so fucking good, like berries and cream!' I sang in my head as I drank.

I heard Sam sigh from somewhere over yonder. "Well I think she likes it, but that doesn't seem very sanitary." Pffft it was totally fucking sanitary! I don't know about anyone else but I'm a clean person for sure!

As soon as I was full I waded over to the side and allowed Jazz to pull my soaking wet self out of supa cuba which, for those of you who don't know, is what I'm going to call these things from now on.

"Ya are all wet femme." Jazz smirked at me.

A grin overtook my features just before I grabbed my pants and let them fall against my skin with a loud 'plop!' "You're just jealous that I can plop my pants Jazz and you can't 'cause you don't have any!" I sang obnoxiously.

He just shook his head at me. "Whateva ya say femme."

"Whateva ya say femme." I copied.

"Oh god no..." Sam moaned from his spot on Bee's shoulder.

What a freaking baby!

Thanks to me several hours later the bots were very familiar with the copycat game! I spent most of the day until the early part of night copying Ironhide just to piss him off, even when he was not talking to me. I even copied his body motions earning myself more scathing looks from him. The other bots seemed rather amused by my game which was the opposite of Sam and Ironhide's exasperation with it.

Sometime before bed Lennox and Epps had managed to snag us some sleeping cots and other sleeping essentials, including a change of clothes for all of us. I was now running around in a huge ass black t-shirt and loose sleeping pants. Apparently we had to sleep in the warehouse we were in for the night as there was nowhere else for us to go. Tomorrow Sam would be leaving for home with Mikeala and Bee, while I stayed behind with the bots until I was healed.

I tried not to let that bother me, and luckily there was a lot to do! Like getting revenge on Ironhide when the poor, stupid fool laid down for bed... This brings us to where I was now. While no one was looking I rushed over to a corner where I noticed some paint cans laying abandoned earlier; finding a few cans of a nice shit brown paint. Grinning like mad I dragged them over to where Ironhide was laying which was, luckily enough, right near the corner. I stacked the paint buckets near him, all the while rubbing my hands together evilly.

Loud shuddering snores escaped him, rattling his vents and making me laugh. Peering around him I made sure that everyone was facing away from me before I popped the first top off and scrambled up on top of his form. Unfortunately, that was when I noticed that I had no paint brush. Well I could just dump it on him but that might wake him up...

"Need one of these?" A familiar voice asked me.

Sideswipe flopped down and handed me a brush to use. I took it and dipped the thick paintbrush into the shitty paint with a mad grin. I slowly touched the bristles to Ironhide's chest; dragging it down and leaving a thick brown trail after it.

"Is there a reason that you're painting him brown?" Sideswipe asked me.

"I told him that I was going to paint him shit brown earlier and, as far as I'm concerned, if I don't do it that makes me a liar. So I have to. Plus, he was being an ass this morning so he deserves it." I told him distractedly as I made Ironhide into a living canvas. My brush made thick random strokes all across his chest leaving splotchy messes of paint behind, then much to my red companion's amusement, I painted a huge mustache under the little ridge that seemed to serve as a nose. He even started helping me after retrieving another brush from somewhere in his body...

Together we painted as much of Ironhide as we could, before we ran out of paint. We only managed to cover his face and his chest, along with a part of his legs, completely. Ah, woe is me. I was even contemplating using another color when we were caught by Ratchet.

He was silent like a fucking ninja and then... BANG! The next thing I knew Sideswipe was yelping in pain following the loud sound. I whipped around to see the red bot with a huge dent in his head which was cupped in his hands as he whimpered in pain. Standing right behind him was Ratchet with a wrench in his right hand looking exasperated and pissed.

"Sideswipe, do not pull Clare into your immature pranks."

"She started it!" Sideswipe protested pitifully.

"I did." I agreed. "But I did tell old Hiney here that if he didn't put me down I was going to paint him shit brown. Therefore, I had to do it otherwise that makes me a pussy!"

Ratchet scowled at me and snatched me up making me release a startled whirring noise. Ahh… another of the sounds that I don't recall ever making before today! Goody! I love doing things without meaning to or even realizing that I'm doing it! No seriously!

I didn't expect any sort of response which is why I was surprised when Jazz was suddenly there, snatching me from Ratchet with a low growl. Sideswipe stopped whimpering long enough to snarl lowly as well.

"She ain' a ragdoll Ratch!" Jazz snapped. He cradled me close to his warm chest and scowled at Ratchet. "Be careful wit' her! She ain' as durable as da rest of us!" He looked down and started making a soft clicking noise for some reason.

A part of me instinctively understood that he was trying to comfort me, making me relax into him with a sensation of being warm and secure. Strange huh? Anyways, I curled into him with my tiredness from earlier catching up with me. My wounds were starting to throb again too. Ratchet must have given me something to make the pain numb and it was now wearing off.

Jazz took notice of my state and deposited me on the cot next to Mikeala's. He covered me with the blanket for good measure and caressed my head gently before leaving me to sleep.

I fell unconscious relatively quickly.

R&R! Edited 6/8/16!

HeartsGuardianSol- Thanks! I think you'll enoy what else I've got planned!

XxMichelleMikaelsonxX- Thanks! More is definitely coming soon!

Erin Primette- You'll find out later!

Izzy-dragon-rider- Lol I bet you were kind of close in your guess! But I also bet you'll be really surprised with events later on!

Muirgen79- I hate S7! And the twins are going to get a lot of screen time in this lol. It is a twins pairing after all!