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Chapter 2: Not Alone

(Normal POV)

Starla turned so she was facing Tracks's seats as she continued to cry quietly, only the occasional sniffle could be heard.

Tracks tightened his seat-belt's grip around Starla in an attempt to calm her. In a way it did work, because she froze. "Please don't cry Starla, I'm not going to hurt you." Tracks soothed gently. Starla turned and looked at the steering wheel, "Then what do you want?" she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Well one, I don't want you to jump out screaming and alert people to the fact that I'm not an ordinary car. And two, I don't want you getting out here. It probably the worst part of town, as you've found out the hard way." Tracks explained slowly. Starla looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded in understanding.

"Speaking of thugs, what are you doing out here anyway?" Tracks asked as he started driving again.

Starla's face looked even more down cast as she sat up and replied, "I was sick of feeling trapped in my own house." She crossed her arms and stared out the passenger window. "What do you mean?" Tracks asked her, his confusion evident. Starla answered, "Let's just say my home, doesn't feel much like one."

"I know how you feel." Tracks told her. He had loved Cybertron, but he had just never fit in with his fellow citizens. Mostly due to his preference of his vehicle mode over his bipedal mode. Tracks let out an audible sigh and his vehicle almost seemed to sag. Starla sat up and rubbed his dash board in a comforting/understanding way. Track's engine almost seemed to purr under her touch, which caused Starla to smile. Deciding she liked and trusted this car, Starla pulled off her sweat-shirt.

With the hood off her head, Starla revealed her face. She had very light skin, but she wasn't white as a ghost or something. She flicked her head, causing her long, wavy blonde hair to flip over her shoulder. She looked over at the steering wheel with what Tracks considered to be: mesmerizing sky blue eyes.

Tracks braked as he gawked at her beauty. There wasn't even a scrap of make-up on her body and yet she almost seemed to glow. Starla looked nervous, "Is something wrong Tracks?" she asked while fiddling with her hair. Realizing she couldn't see his expression, Tracks snapped out of his stupor. "I'm fine, Starla." He managed to get out as he blinked his unseen optics and started driving again.

"How about I give you a lift home?" Tracks suggested. A look of horror spread across Starla's face. She quickly whirled around and clung to his seat, but she made sure not to dig in her nails. Tracks had to admit he liked this girl. Even when she was overwhelmed with emotions, she was careful not to hurt him or damage his vehicle mode.

"Why not?" Tracks asked her as he kept driving. Starla continued to cling to his seat and he couldn't help but feel alarmed by this action. "Please don't make me go home! It's so lonely and depressing!" she pleaded as a few more tears escaped her eyes.

Tracks felt sympathetic for poor Starla and he had to admit, he had been feeling rather lonely lately…..

"Starla, if you would like, you could sleep here, with me." Tracks offered.

She loosened her grip on his seat and turned to the wheel, "Really?" Starla gasped out softly in disbelief. "No, I was kidding." Tracks jested. In response Starla hit his dash-board. "You're not nice," Starla sulked and put on a fake, pouty frown. Tracks and Starla busted out laughing. Starla laughed so hard that she collapsed across his seats holding her sides. After laughing some time, they both finally calmed down with Starla only letting out the occasional giggle. Finally, Starla let out a long sigh as her eyelids started to droop.

Her eyes finally closed after she yawned silently, not wanting to be rude. Without opening her eyes, Starla snuggled into the seats and within seconds her body relaxed and her breathing became shallow.

Tracks couldn't help but compare her to the adorable sleeping kitten videos he had seen on the human's 'internet'. He chuckled at this comparison, but did so quietly not wanting to wake his sleeping friend. For a few hours Tracks cruised through the city, but he made sure to stay away from the worst parts of it. He couldn't risk being car jacked with Starla fast asleep in his cab.

After a while, Tracks parked in the woods outside the city. He turned off his lights and cut off his engine, then fell into a well-deserved recharge. When he woke the sun was shining hazily on his vehicle, making the metallic paint sparkle.

Tracks shifted his tires as a stretch of sorts. He was about to roll out when a sound made him freeze in his tracks. He looked inside his cab and what he saw pained his spark.

Starla was sprawled across his seats and she was still asleep, but that wasn't what was upsetting. Starla was squirming in her sleep, letting out little cries, and streams of tears ran down her face.

Tracks was about to wake her up when she let out a blood curdling scream and her eyes snapped open. Before Tracks could stop her she unlocked the door and flung it open. She leapt from her spot in his cab and ended up barrel rolling a few feet across the grass.

After a few seconds, Starla used her hands to push the upper half of her body off the ground. Her body heaved as she breathed deeply and a few tears shined like crystals as they fell from her eyes to the forest floor.

She didn't even look up when the sound of shifting metal could be heard. Starla cried out in surprise when a large hand wrapped around her back then scooped her up off the ground. The owner of said hand stood up to his full height and held her outwards about level with his neck. Starla looked at his face and gazed into his bright blue optics.

At first she seemed slightly confused, but then she looked down at his chest and saw the white face surrounded by crimson flames. She smiled up at his red face and spoke, "Tracks?" she asked. He nodded "Yes Starla, it's me." He assured her. She looked deep into his eyes, and realized they were filled with concern.

She rubbed the back of her neck in an embarrassed manor and she gazed at the ground. "Was I freaking out in my sleep?" she asked quietly.

"Yes…. Are you alright?" Tracks asked her, his worry obvious.

Starla blushed, his concern making her feel uncomfortable. She looked up and met his gaze, the blush still on her face. She tilted her head, causing her hair to cover her left eye. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that."

Tracks replied in a firm, but gentle fashion, "Starla, there is nothing to be sorry for."

Starla smiled at him in a bashful way and he grinned back. "Thanks Trackster." She said mischievously. Tracks used his thumb to shove her gently, "Your welcome, Star." He said and they both laughed.

Starla looked at their surroundings, "So where are we?" she asked curiously. Tracks answered, "We are near the crash site of my ship." Starla looked at him in confusion, "Your ship?" she asked.

Tracks smiled at her in a humored way. "Yes, my ship. How do you think I got to this planet?" he asked in a teasing way. He lifted Starla to his shoulder. Getting the idea, she climbed onto it and gripped his armor plating to keep her balance. Once she was secure, Tracks started walking. He did so slowly at first so that Starla could get used to his bodies movement, but sped up little by little until he was walking at his normal pace. Starla looked at the half of his face she could see and spoke, "So you're an alien?" she asked with genuine curiosity. Tracks looked at her and raised an optic ridge. "If you mean am I from another planet, then yes I am an alien." He told her.

They reached a large cave in the side of a huge, rock cliff. From the outside the cave looked empty, but as she followed Tracks inside, Starla saw a large vessel at the back of the cavern. Even in the dim light, Starla could tell the ship was crimson in color with blue accents. She gasped in awe of the space craft. It looked just like something out of a sci-fi movie, a true miracle of engineering.