Goldie: ...I wanna own TF!! (cries) I want the money!

A few hours later, Jazz had finally come back from his talk with Prime, but wouldn't talk about it. I begged and pleaded, but the Cajun just wouldn't budge. So, we decided to just watch a movie. Okay, he decided to watch a movie, I was still up for exploring the city, but, of course, Jazz wasn't willing to put me in any more danger.

As one of my fan characters would say, 'killjoy butthead with a side of fries.' People who know me should eventually figure out who said that once.

So, as the movie Dracula played, Jazz watched intently while I sat on the couch, legs crossed in front of me, while Starscream was planted firmly in my lap, me holding him down at times, as I fixed his wings. The seeker was being a little drama king, making yelps and growls and threats whenever the tiniest bit of pain shot through him. However, I didn't give him a response, it was what he wanted. And, if there was one thing I've learned from watching Transformers, it's if you give any Decepticon a response, they'll win.

"Hold still." Jazz said from where he was stretched out lazily on the couch next to my leg, watching the movie, "It'll hurt less."

"Imbecilic Autobot!" Starscream yelled, tying hard to fight me. However, I had his arms pinned over his head with my left hand's forefinger and wasn't willing to let him shoot me again. I had deserved the last one, but that doesn't mean I was eager to be shot again.

"Ooh, big word. This one has four syllables." I mumbled as I managed to get his right wing straightened, "You get a gold star."

"Human!"

"Oh shut up. I'm trying to be gentle, but it's not my fault you jerk and twitch every time my tool comes down on your wing. Look, I've already gotten one done, so just shut up, relax and hang on."

Starscream obvious didn't like the idea, but he didn't really have much of a choice. However, I've got to give him credit, he knew when to shut up and leave me to my work. The smart bastard. Jazz chuckled as Dracula tore someone's throat out and I grimaced. However, he gave me a gentle look that assured me he was laughing at Starscream and myself and not at the gruesome scene that was playing. I simply nodded in understanding and continued to work on the seeker's left wing.

Once that was done, I made sure the twine around his waist before releasing his arms. He immediately stood and tried to fly, but then frowned when his wings sparked. I popped a toothpick into my mouth and took on a deep Southern accent – and by that I mean deeper than the one I already had.

really good advice.

Jazz jumped and transformed, driving out of that room as I chased after him. However, before I could leave, I heard Starscream's yell of fear and cursed. Turning around, I spotted the seeker barely dodging a peeved Sunstreaker's foot as the Autobot tried to crush him. I had to give him credit where credit was due; Starscream was managing to drag my purse along with him as he ran.

I hate myself… I thought before putting my hands to my mouth and yelling, "Hey, Sunflower! Nice paintjob! What'd you do, go jump in a vat of chalk and hoped it matched? Maybe ran through a field of yellow daises?" I instantly regretted feeling compassion for Starscream when the action I did on a whim for him worked.

Sunstreaker turned and glared at me. I heard Sideswipe groan and saw him smack his face. He gave me a look of sympathy, but I mentally yelled 'screw you' as his twin came closer to me and he did nothing to stop him. I looked over at where Starscream was and saw he was running as fast as his legs would carry him towards the exit. Sunstreaker was almost ten steps away when Starscream got right where I needed him to be.

"What did you say about my paintjob?" Sunstreaker's voice was calm, deathly calm.

I gulped and got shifty eyes. "Uh…gotta go." I said in such a way it would make Jim and Tim from Kim Possible proud. I dashed for the exit, swiping up my purse and Starscream as I did so. "See ya, Sunflower!"

Sunstreaker must have been stunned by the sudden run for a moment, for I heard nothing coming from him, but then his footsteps followed me. He wasn't running, no, he was walking. And that terrified me. He wasn't even trying to make it look like he thought I could get away from him.

I was in deep slag with the elder twin.

"I hate you." I hissed at Starscream as I peered down at the seeker, who was dangling the midair by the twine that was around his hips. He didn't respond, just turned around so he was looking up at me and gripping the string like a lifeline, which it was.

If he fell, I was not – and I repeat, not – going after him again.

"In 'ere!" I heard Jazz's voice hiss and I froze, looking around for the mini-saboteur. I found him peeking out at me from the entrance to Wheeljack's lab. "C'mon! 'Fore Sunny sees ya!"

I gasped in response, breathless, and lunged into the room just as I heard Sunstreaker turn the corner. The door shut behind me and I merely laid on the ground, thanking God that Jazz was smart enough to find a place to hide. I looked over and nodded my head in thanks to him, still trying to catch my breath from the fear and running, and he gave me a thumbs up in response. He was obviously grinning behind that mask of his. Okay, now that I look at it from where I was laying, it looks like a mask, but it may just be the way his faceplate is.

Oh, who cares? (Okay, I'll admit it, I do.)

After a moment, I sat up and nodded. "Yeah…defiantly gotta get in better shape…of course, I have ran towards or from giant robots at least twice today…"

"At least?" Jazz joked.

"I've lost count. Can't count that high." I grinned and shrugged, then remember Starscream. "Oh! Screamer, ya okay?" I pulled my purse into view and tugged on the string until Starscream, who was scraping his nails against the floor, trying to fight me, came into view as well. "Whoa…ya okay, ya annoying 'Con?"

"Don't talk to me like that." Starscream squeaked out as he looked up at me. To his credit, he sure as heck knew how to hide his fear. At least in his voice, that is. He gazed at the door, betraying his defense, "That bot is psychotic!"

"You just now figured that out?" I smirked, "Took ya long 'nough."

Starscream just glared at me as Jazz chuckled, shaking his head. I picked both Autobot and Decepticon up, holding one in each hand, and sighed. I really didn't have anything to say, but I didn't want to let them out of my sight. Either one of them. Primus knows the two of them could and would get in plenty of trouble. And the Good Lord knows that they still would, which is why I was going to keep them in sight. So I could get in trouble with them.

At the thought of running from another member of the Ark, I laughed. Both looked at me like I was insane and I shrugged. "Sorry. Just…thinking 'bout something…" I said, lifting Jazz up to my right shoulder. "Wan' a ride?"

"Don' min' if'n I do." Jazz scrambled onto my shoulder and sat comfortably.

"Don't worry, I don't."

"What about me?!" Starscream yelled up at me and I looked down at him. Did I seriously trust him to ride on my shoulder? Heck, no! I have shoulder length, wavy hair. The kind that begs to be yanked. I wasn't going to allow him to do that. The seeker kicked my thumb and I yelped, instinctively putting the injured body part in my mouth.

"What was that for?" I mumbled around my thumb as Starscream hung from my pinkie. He glared up at me and I sighed, turning my hand over to he could sit in my hand.

Stupid me.

With a grunt, the no-good Decepticon jumped and climbed into my hair. I yelled and cursed as I felt him pull my hair and kick my head while he scrambled to get him somewhere good to sit. "Starscream!" I yelled, reaching up. I felt something hot press against my finger and tensed slightly. His null ray. "Don't think about it."

"I will." Starscream threatened. I felt the edge grow hotter and I lowered my hand.

"Fine." I crossed my arms and gave Jazz a look, but the Autobot shrugged. "You're a lot of help."

"Sorry, lil' lady," He said earnestly, "But I can' do nothin'."

Slag that accent! I've just met him – in real life, of course – and already know I can't stay, or even get, mad at the Autobot. The accent ish just too hot! I mumbled something under my breath in response that made both Transformers snicker. "Oh shut up, both of you, before I sell you to the junkyard for five bucks each."

"You wouldn't." Starscream said.

"You can't!" The Cajun on my shoulder gasped.

"I will if you two don't shut up." Okay, I was grumpy. I needed some Starbucks. No, not coffee. I needed something with caffeine, but no coffee. I snickered softly when I remembered the magnet I had gotten my daddy for Father's Day from the Zoo. It had a little iguana on it with a coffee mug beside it and, in white letters that didn't cover the two things completely, it said "No Coffee, No Workee," he had loved that.

We both needed our caffeine, whether it be coffee or an ice drink from Starbucks that always left me with at least four dollars less that I had before.

"Guys…" I said in my best sneaky girl voice, "Can we head to the city?"

"No!" Both yelled; I knew that Jazz would say that, but why did Starscream agree with him? It wasn't fair.

Huffing, I crossed my arms. "Guys…I need my caffeine." I tried to reason with them, "If I don't get either it or sleep, I get very, very cranky. And unless you want a cranky authoress tugging you two around all day and night until we get you back in your right bodies and me in my dimension and time, I suggest we go to town. Now."

I had a feeling the two were considering this, so I added on, "Starscream, you don't wanna end up being my dog's chew toy, do you?" Okay, sometimes, I was as sneaky and evil as a Decepticon and loved it.

"Okay, okay!" Starscream yelped, but I could sense that Jazz didn't like the idea. However, he didn't voice it. He just slid off of my arm and into my purse, which yanked it down a bit. "Waaaagh!" The seeker that was still on my head was jerked from his spot into the purse by the sudden pull on his 'leash'.

I giggled and snapped shut me purse. "Awesome!" Grabbing my book bag, I ran for it. No one would notice I was gone – along with two certain Transformers toys – and we would be back before we would be missed, simple "Sorry, bud, but, uh, dat'll take a bit longer t' fix, y'know…maybe a couple-a days?" I gave him a grin. Starscream glared up at me and I shrugged. "Sorry, but, uh, ah repair plastic. Not metal. Gotta get Ratch t' 'andle dat."

Jazz laughed as Starscream got red in the face. "I will not ask an Autobot to help me!" He screeched up at me and I proudly pointed out that he had to get a human to repair his bent wings. Jazz only snickered louder and Starscream only got angrier, "I did not ask you!"

"No, butcha needed my help, dude." I said, pulling the toothpick out of my mouth as my deeper-than-usual accent disappeared, replaced by my normal Southern accent.

Starscream growled and aimed his null ray at my face. Jazz instantly got to his feet and aimed his rifle at the seeker. Both fired and Starscream yelled when the shot hit his cockpit, shattering its glass. I yelped, but then, out of pure luck, the shot bounced off of my glasses, but that was when the good luck ended. It hit Sunstreaker, leaving a tiny scorch mark. All three of us cursed out loud in Cybertronian and looked at each other when Sunstreaker locked his glare on us.

"…RUN!" Starscream screamed and, for once in his life, his words were as that.

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