9/15/2016: Sorry it's out so late but I've been like really tired and sleepy lately. I mean i've been taking REALLY long naps in the afternoon and walking up between the hours of 8 and 12. It's insane. So anyways, This chapter should be longer as I should have both more time and motivation to write out a chapter that's more than either 1161 words or 1756 words. I have decided that when I update one chapter, then all the other stories are gonna get updated. So wish me luck? I am currently typing this author's note in the boys and girls club at my high school on a REALLY old computer [probably not that old] and i just lost my train of thought. Wonderful.
OH! Just a funny little story. So we we're playing Volleyball today [9/15/2016] and I went to hit the ball WITH MY HANDS but instead I used my FACE. Yes the ball slammed into my face from a serve. It was not pleasant. I mean my glasses were knocked off my face and things were blurryier [is that a word?] than normal. I also turned around to get the ball, only to be told that it was on the other side of the net. As in the other team's side. Yes My head bounced the ball off and hit it over the net. My right cheek still feels funky.
Alright, enough about me and my day. What is your people's opinions on defecting decepticons? I was thinking of adding some maybe I don't know. Anywho, onto the story!
9/17/2016: Also this is going to be a short chapter but I feel evil and cruel [as I usually do once a month gihihihihi] so I'm gonna leave the chapter short and sweet with a cliffhanger. Sorry not sorry! Gihihihihihihihi
Alexis groaned. Why did she always get into these kinds of situations? She could hear her puppies barking and growling at the rusty brownish-red mech who was currently squeezing her body quite painfully.
"Mudflap. Release Miss. Dixon at once." came the demanding voice of Optimus Prime. His rich baritone somehow echoing throughout the large clearing. She could vaguely hear some mech complaining in a fractured accent as her usual 20/20 vision started featuring pretty little black spots.
Suddenly the pain and pressure lessened and she felt weightless than cold metal. She slowly opened her eyes to see bright arrest me red paint beneath her. Alexis looked up and into large warm and mischievous blue optics. "Hey there Sweetspark, you okay?" She stared at the mech. She nodded slowly and sat up. Looking at the concerned autobots gazing down at her. A whine made Alexis look down and at the three worried dogs on the ground.
She quickly hopped down and brought them close to her. "Oh puppies, I'm okay. Not need to worry. This nice mech saved me before I went splat, so I'm all good." This earned her a round of wet slobbery kisses and fierce iron tail wags.
The sound of a familiar rich baritone made her look up, "Miss. Dixon, would you mind Ratchet scanning you again?" She nodded.
"Yeah sure. No need to ask and call me Alexis, Lexi or Alex. Everybody does." The tall mech nodded. Ratchet stepped forward and the blue light went over her again with Ratchet declaring that she had a minor case of the bruised ribs but that she would be fine. As long as she rested and took pain meds. He advised ice but as they didn't have any. That would be a problem.
The mech that caught her stepped forward, making Alexis turn her gaze to the striking mech. "Hey thanks for catching me and not letting me go splat." The red mech laughed and, in a very human manner, scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah no problem Sweetspark. It would have been bad for the only human who can tell us what's going on to suddenly go splat. As you put it." His voice had a nice tone to it. Like the cross between Taylor Kitsch and Jensen Ackles with a drawl that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She laughed a little. "In case you missed it, my designation is Sideswipe, but you can call me Sides. Most do. The sunny fellow behind me is my twin Sunny." The so called Sunny behind Sideswipe let out a low growl that reminded her of a revving supercar that she heard once at a car show in Vegas a couple years back.
"That's not my name Slaghead!" he growled with a slap to the back of Sideswipe's head. The tall golden mech turned to her, "The name's Sunstreaker. Don't call me anything else squishy." She frowned. Well that sounded insulting.
She went to send a retort back but was interrupted by the third mech with red and white paint walked over, "Sunstreaker. Be nice. We can't insult our only resource." Alexis gave the tall mech a smile that quickly fell after he continued, "Even if she is a security risk." She scowled. How was she a security risk!?
Apparently she said it outloud as he turned to her. "I am Red Alert. The head of security of the Autobots." She gave him a confused look. What did that have to do with anything, he still didn't tell her how she was a security risk. "You are a security risk as you currently have a decepticon as a transportation device."
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Well shit.