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Wow! Don't I feel like crap. I'm so sorry dear readers. I've bet you guys heard the same thing a million times over and then some. But my excuse for such a long absence is; life, my computer deleted the first chapter I wrote which resulted in an absolute fail in trying to rewrite and lastly, writers block came and bit me in the butt, . . .hard. *rubs abused behind* T-T

Well, after some serious head-to-desk banging, a slap to the face from reality, and some stupid advice from a friend, I realize this one crucial dilemma in my story. I have the plot line, OC's and organization set and ready to go when called upon, but what I realized is that this doesn't happen until later in the story so what I recognized was that I needed ideas to get me up to that point. So here I am, after not updating for so long to asking you guys for help. Well, don't I feel like a bitch.

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But, enough with my ramblings, we are back with Kai today, since I forgot about him last time. Because they're twins and are equally important (which you guys will soon see) I want to give them equal face time, and not favor one over the other. But, I'm not incredibly confident in this chappie but at least I got it out and we are one chapter closer to the main plotline! But plz, review and send in your awesome ideas for cyber-skittlez!

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Legend -

"Talking"

~Bond Speak~

'Thoughts'

"You might want to watch your choice of words, boy."

I narrowed my eyes, "And you might want to answer my questions."

For the past 10 minutes it's been back and forth with the two of us. First, I was painfully awoken by being slapped and prodded and before I could even get my bearings I was wheeled off to this small, dull room with nothing but a table lined with chairs. I did'nt even know where I was! This was incredibly ridiculous, but when the first person to enter the room, beside the occasional lab coated being, was a short and stocky man, with dark blonde hair that was cut short, and clad in army fatgues.

I scowled at the man, this was going to be a long day.

But worse yet, the man's presence set off multiple warning bells in my head. I knew why I was here, I knew well enough that whatever happened back in Mission City was catching up to me now. I could only hope that my sister was alright.

Whatever strange thing she managed to pull off to help the both of us to narrowly escape getting crushed by continuous exploding debris was amazing, heck I even amazed myself! This was just all too weird and unbelievable but here I am in this weird situation with unbelievable memories form the night before. That car,…wait, that wasn't really a car though, it turned into those things.

What was that thing, anyway? Those robots? A sense of naseusa swept over me, but I managed to fight back the horrid feeling. That thing with those blood red eyes, fueled by the very blood they spilled kept flashing across my mind. I couldn't help but think about it. The way it just got up from being a car not moments before, then started walking, hell even talking like it was just normal. I tried to think of logical reasons, maybe we're at war? Maybe, it was just some government project gone horribly wrong? But whatever the deal may be I wanted answers, but all I kept getting in return were more questions.

Which brings us to the present.

"Where am I? And what's going on,… sir?", I ground out, my voice laced with sarcasm.

The military officer growled in his seat. "I'll say it again, that is classified information. But, you were involved in an "incident" that requires me to know everything you know, is that clear? So tell me, what exactly happened that night?"

I raised an eyebrow in the man's direction. Can this guy get anymore infuriating, or is it just me? Rolling my eyes at the thought that was probably and most likely true, I let out a suffering sigh.

Circles, that's all that we were going in, since we both refused to relinquish any information that would give the other an upper hand. A question for a question was the best that we made it so far.

"Ok, how about a deal.", I started. "Since you won't tell me anything about where I am, maybe you can tell me where someone else is. I have a sister, looks exactly like me and I watched you guys cart her off somewhere. If you let me see her, then I will answer any and every question you want too know. I just need to know if she's safe."

The man leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands, as if in deep thought. "I'm sorry but playing hard-to-get isn't going to work here. You see, I'm the one in charge here, I'm the one asking the questions and I'm the one issuing the demands."

"Well, I guess we're just stuck then.", I spat.

So we continued to sit and glare at each other, eyes narrowed with a million different ways to crack the other running through our mind. I forcefully kept a level head in this situation, it were the things such as this that opened opportunities to get what you want, one way or the other. After about ten minutes into the little stare down we undoubtedly created I watched the guard/horrible interrogator start to crack.

This was just too easy.

In record time he slammed his fists on the metal table and stood so fast from his seat that it squealed in protest. "Now, you listen to me! If it were my call, you would be in the same death-bed situation as your sister! Now if you don't start talking, and fast, you will find yourself right along side her."

I was already glaring at him before I even fully registered his words and when I did something snapped inside me. Yes, naturally I knew I was protective over my sister, she was the only thing I had left.

Yet this, this was something I couldn't quite put into words. This was something deep and darker then anything I felt before as nothing but literal cold hatred ran through my body causing me to involuntarily shudder. "Where is she?"

The guard smirked, "That's classified."

A cry of fury left my lips as I reacted on impulse and dove from my current position and tackled the man to the ground. "Give her to me!"

The man quickly recovered and wrapped his hands around the base of my neck, I followed suite, and it wasn't long before we were both strangling the life out of each other before a loud bang brought both of our attention back to the door that was thrown open with so much force it connected with the far wall.

"Get him off of him.", someone commanded two other soldiers.

"No! He has my sister! Get off of me!", but hard as I tried I was yanked off the stunned guard but still managed to get a few kicks in from my struggling as I was escorted out of the small interrogation room and into the hallway.

A man with even tanned skin, dark sandy-brown hair and clad in some weird black combat wear stood out from the rest and stopped us immediately. "Kid, stop fighting, he doesn't have your sister, we do. She was under false custody and now she's in sick-bay."

I let out a small growl and yanked my arms free. "And what; you're the right custody.", I spat. "What did you do to her?"

The man stood right in my face, slightly looking down because of my height compared to him. "Listen, my name is Captain Will Lennox and I'm apart of a government division called NEST. I'm not stupid and I know you aren't as well. So I'm asking you to trust me and let me take you too her. I'm here to help."

He couldn't be serious, just like that, after all the demanding and arguing I did to try to see her and was denied rather violently each and every time, he came here and just offered it too me! Either he thought I was stupid or this was the break I've been waiting hours for.

After a few tense moments I watched Lennox critically before reluctantly nodding my head in slight defeat, what could I possibly loose, at least I'll be able to get away from this place. It was already starting to rub me the wrong way.

The captain nodded his head in thanks when I stopped fighting and willingly left with the small band of soldiers. As we exited the building I had to slam my eyes shut to shield them from the brutal, illuminary assault of the sun, but as my vision started to adjust I noted military trucks and humvees speeding by whipping dust and gravel into the air as they headed towards some unknown destination as a variety of personnel bustled around in activity, not giving us a second glance.

But the first thing I noticed was the drastically out of place, black GMC TopKick seemingly waiting for us as we exited the building. Before I could even stop myself I could do nothing but relish in the fact that, that is one good looking car. I raised an eyebrow at this. Will caught this and let out a light chuckle. "I'll explain everything when we get there. But I have a feeling you already know half of it."

Not really knowing what he was talking about I shrugged before hopping into the passenger side of the large truck, only Will and a muscular dark-skinned man joined me. I gave a questioning glance at him who gave an earnest smile back, this made me relax if only a little in their presence. At least they don't seem so bad., I thought reassuringly. But god knows how fast that could change.

Not long after getting settled in the cab, I went to go reach for the door handle but recoiled the limb when the door shut on its own. Looking wildly back and forth from the door to Will and back again did reality slowly begin to sink in. "Its one of those things isn't it?", I asked quietly. So quietly that Lennox barely registered it more then the wind itself.

The engine roared to life without a second thought and we took off down the airstrip. Uncertainty filled my mind as I wearily looked from Lennox to the steering wheel that was rotating on its own as it swerved around humans and crates as we headed to our destination. Knowing that this was something more then just a truck I tried to refrain from touching anything. What if it was just as hostile as the one that tried to kill me, but Lennox or even the government for that matter wouldn't be so stupid as to let one of these things roam around. I hoped.

That would be a threat on everyone's life, right? The thought did nothing but worsen my paranoia. Bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping them securely with my arms, I pulled into myself in a strong embrace in an attempt to try and make myself as little as possible while at the same time hindering my chances of accidentally touching anything. But after scrunching myself into the smallest ball possible my eyes were as wide as saucers when it dawned on me that I'm literally sitting inside this thing.

Looking up from my curled position the dark-skinned man was staring at me with worry filled eyes. Probably for my mental health, I thought sarcastically. Who knows? I might loose it at by the end of the week. "So what's your name anyway?", he asked. "They call me Epps."

I blinked, I wasn't really expecting him to make conversation. "Kai, my name's Kai ." He let out a short snicker trying to ease the atmosphere. "Well Kai, you have no idea what mess you involuntarily caused by being here."

I curled into an even smaller ball and glared at the dashboard, "I didn't ask to be here.", I hissed hatefully, low enough that no one really seemed to have heard. No, I didn't hate Epps, not even Lennox but I hated whatever bastard got me into this place and tried to keep me separated from my sibling.

After a couple minutes of intense silence did the three, well four of us arrive at another warehouse that stood out from the rest, one reason being it was the largest of them all and second, because the closer we advanced the more I got this weird feeling lying in the pit of my stomach.

Keeping my head down I watched silently as we passed through a pair of enormous doors and entered. Looking up at the ceiling my eyes widened. This place had to be at least five stories high!

Catwalks and high walkways were everywhere above the main ground, almost like another level only without a floor. People roamed around everywhere, some where stationed at monitors while others barked orders to those waiting bellow. This was just too much.

But the ride didn't stop there, still going at top speed the scenery became a blur as the massive truck paved its way through dispersed crowds of people as they scrambled to get out of the destructive coarse of the flying TopKick, all the way clutching their papers and folders that threatened to fly out of their hands at the gust of air that swept passed them.

After a minute or two the car came to a complete stop in the middle of a wide room, at this both Lennox and Epps jumped out while I was more cautious and reluctant. As I slid down from the seat I completely forgot how high off the ground this truck was!

With a strangled yelp it was to late when I realized I was falling, instead of landing I ended up crashing and landing in a sprawled heap on the floor. God, this wasn't a truck but freaking freight liner!

Epps came over and gave me a hand which I gladly took and holstered myself onto my shaky feet. "You alright there." I leaned against the side of truck trying to get the sense of vertigo to leave. "Yeah, just forgot I had to literally climb to get myself into that thing." Both marines started to laugh, I was about to mutter a 'thanks' when a strange and eerie sound cut through the air, a sound I knew a little to well.

The TopKick started to move unnaturally underneath me and with a sharp cry I jumped away from the now rising vehicle that literally started falling apart and neatly rearranging itself until familiar things started forming in the place of others until finally a giant robot stood in place of the truck that was once there just moments ago.

My jaw hit the floor in wonder and my breath hitched in my throat as I gazed into two dark blue orbs that stared right back with a slight look of deep thought. But after a moment it broke the trance I undoubtedly entered by speaking. "Humph. He defiantly looks like the femme.", it had a gruff voice, slightly hinted with a southern accent as it wandered further into the room. Not even realizing that we weren't alone in this place, another robot stepped around a large slab of metal (table?) holding some type of handheld device and had a look of agitation on its face.

"About time you got here Ironhide, I almost left to go retrieve the human myself thinking your old aft ended up getting lost.", the new neon robot hollered.

The black robot glared at the newcomer. "Who you calling old, slagger.", he grumbled. "I could drive circles around you before your slow CPU could even register what happened."

The green mech waved the other off nonchalantly, "Yes, yes, and when you are done, I'll be welding every single piece of scrap that ends up falling off your aft in the process."

Now that started an argument. As the two massive robots continued yelling death threats at each other and I finally managed to get my voice under control.

"Wh-What are they?", I choked, my breath hitching in my throat in a desperate attempt too send precious oxygen into my burning lungs. A loud crash brought my attention to the far end of the room where another one of those things just stood over a bunch of tools on the floor looking at us sheepish.

The green bot stepped forward, "First-Aid, watch where you're going before you end up bringing this facility to the ground. Now go occupy yourself, elsewhere.", he hollered. These things were everywhere!

The one called First-Aid had a look of hurt on his face, "Come on Ratchet.", however it still walked out of the room like it was told.

My jaw dropped when I heard this, did this thing just whine, like, literally whine? I watched it leave. These things are walking around acting as if they were human almost and no one seemed to be affected by this! I turned and locked eyes with Lennox, "What are they?

In my mind I asked this question to no one in particular but instead I brought the attention of the green one that narrowed his gaze on me as if it almost forgot I was there. "You there.", it boomed.

I screamed, a little higher then what you would think would come out of a teenage boy, before ducking behind the nearest person who just happened to be Epps. God, this was a major blow to my manly pride. Years I spent building it up, I'm was just glad Kira wasn't here to see it or else all those years would be wasted. Shyly I looked around my human shield and noted the angry look the thing was giving me.

The one I picked out who's called Ironhide was the first to speak. "That was high, even for the females of his species." The green one smacked him. "Watch it Ironhide."

"Well, he screams like a femme Ratchet.". I think I just died a little inside. This was humiliating even if it was in front of two massive robots hovering over me. "What are they?", I finally demanded. I was getting tired of no one answering that.

Lennox came and laid a comforting hand on my shoulder which I knew must have felt as stiff as a board. He pointed at the black bot. "That big softie over there-"

"He sure as hell doesn't look soft.", I interrupted, but Lennox kept going. "- is Ironhide, Weapons Specialist, but don't worry, he may seem tough on the exterior but on the inside he's as soft as us."

Ratchet came and bent down closer to my level. "We are actually autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, but you can call us Autobots for short. We are here because they is currently a decepticon threat wreaking havoc on your world, and we are here to help. Me, myself am the Autobot's Chief Medical Officer, Ratchet.", he answered as if it were a programmed saying, or that he repeated it so many times it just comes out that way.

I tried to find comfort in their words, but memories of those homicidal robots that were fighting and blowing up everything around them, they didn't seem anything near soft, but stone-cold killers bent on destroying the other in guerilla warfare.

That just seemed to fuel my paranoia and how extremely intimidated I feel in their presence not only because they were just looming over me but because I knew they had the capability to lean over and effortlessly make me a splatter on the floor, complete with your full share of blood, shattered bones, intestines and brain matter. I shuddered deeply at the thought.

"You look ill.", Ratchet noted. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his statement. No it couldn't be because I obviously just learned that I was currently talking to a super engineered, sentient robot from space from a distant planet. Could it be?,…No. Of course not. It couldn't have been that. I barely managed to stop that comment from sliding. I didn't want to know what would happen if you made one of these things mad.

I wiped off the condensation that formed on my brow. "I feel ill."

"Come here.", he stated simply. I stared at him in disbelief, was he serious? When he saw that I wasn't making any hint of moving he started to frown until a deep scowl was on his face. I blinked. Well, he sure as hell looks serious. "Come on now, I have better things to do then wait until you feel up to the task."

Epps sidestepped out of the way of the medic as if he knew what was about to happen. My eyes landed on both Lennox and Epps as they retreated, giving the CMO a clear shot at me. Hesitantly I started walking, hoping that with each step I wasn't leading myself to my own doom.

As I cautiously made my way towards the hulking figure I didn't even have time to react when two large hands descended and hefted me into the air with a horrible lurch. A string of curses left my lips as that same sense of vertigo swept over me once more. It wasn't long before I was deposited on an empty metal table. "You have a very colorful language, to colorful for someone your age, you are far to young to even know such words.", a strong hint of disapproval was etched towards me.

I glared at him. "Well, where I come from it doesn't really matter." Ratchet glanced at me before fiddling with whatever piece of tech was in his hands. "And where would that be?"

I looked away at that. "That's none of your business."

Ironhide sneered down at me as he deposited Epps and Lennox who also had a look of curiosity. "Yeah", Lennox asked. "What's your story. We haven't been able to do a background check yet so we haven't been able to figure out who to call." My eyes narrowed dangerously. "And who did you expect to call, my parents." I laughed outwardly at the thought. "Good luck with that."

Everyone's eyes were on me. "And why would you wish us luck on that, youngling." Ironhide asked. I just sat there staring straight ahead of me. If I told them they wouldn't understand, heck they would probably try and turn us back in if they found out Kira and I ran away from the system. I was never going back, not in a million years.

"Well, either if it is my business or not, you are still under my care." Looking up at the massive mech we locked eye contact until he tapped the side of his head and a blinding blue light shot out and completely blinded me in its intensity. "Hey!", I yelled but was promptly ignored. "So you better think of something to say and fast because when you are cleared, you will be meeting with your government's higher-ups for a briefing." After a few seconds a loud beep sounded off and the blue light dispersed. "What was that?", I grumbled rubbing my eyes in an attempt to relieve the dark circles.

"Simple biochemical diagnostic scan. You are now under my care, and thus I will not tolerate such incompetence." Standing back to his full height the mech went over to a large setting of consoles with varying information that streamed over them.

I looked over at Epps, "Is he always like this?" He grinned wildly. "Actually this is his good side, and I'll warn you now. Never, ever get on his bad side, and if you do just be glad that you're human."

"Just because you are organic Sergeant Epps does not mean I don't have the ability to fully discipline you just as severely if you were Cybertronian or not.", he called back over his shoulder. Moving to a screen in particular Ratchet studied it. "Severe dehydration, malnutrition, partial blood loss, multiple; sprains, internal bruising and first-degree burns.", he said more to himself then anybody.

As he listed the multiple things wrong with me I couldn't help but look down and run a tender hand over the multitude of bandages running over my body. My waist and lower torso were firmly wrapped up and my entire right arm was covered, but everything was hidden underneath an uncomfortable hospital gown. I glared at the garment as if it was the source of all my problems.

Will walked up before taking a seat not to far from my right. "I haven't heard all the details but my question to you is, just how did you manage to get all those injuries."

"Yeah, Sunstreaker said he picked you up from a scouting mission.", Epps added.

I gave him a questioning glance. "Scouting mission?"

Ironhide frowned slightly. "Yes, he and his brother were scouting a mysterious energon signature that materialized and instead caught the attention of a decepticon that must have reacted to the same signal. But instead they managed to screw up and bring back two human sparklings.", he aimed the last hateful comment at me. Though I didn't know what a 'sparkling' was, I couldn't help but feel offended.

Epps sighed as he plopped down onto the table. "Yeah, kid. Decepticons aren't ones to be trifled with. Trust me, I witnessed the damage with my own eyes. It's a miracle that you survived an attack from what I've heard."

"Yeah-, miracle." I whispered remembering all the times that me and my sister should have been dead but instead narrowly missed the inevitable each and every time. I wondered deeply if I should tell them about that little tidbit, but decided against it. We may be all acquaintances now but I still didn't entirely trust them either. Now, if the time comes and there's no other way, then I'll tell but until then its just me and Kira's secret. Which reminds me.

"Where's my sister. You said you would bring me to her.", I asked pointedly at Lennox. If that bastard lied, I thought as pint up anger threatened to resurface. I swear he'll end up worse then-

"She's over there.", he said pointing off behind where I was seated.

Turning fully around, I got an irritated huff from the medic when he tried to get a good look at my bandages, but I didn't care. There, lying lifelessly covered in bandages and secured to many lifelines was Kira. A quick pang of distress went through me as I remembered that alien bond we now shared, wondering if it would work or not I called out to her.

I felt her, she was alive but not fully conscious. I pushed her, mentally nudging her to wake up, to tell me herself that she was ok. She stirred, but just a slight movement of her head as it moved from side to side before she went entirely still once more. ~Kira, can you hear me?~ I sent almost hesitantly.

At first all I received was silence, silence that slowly started eating up my hope. ~What do you want?~ she grumbled irritably, obviously tired sounding.

Warmth spread through my entire being and continued on through me and over through the bond, but I still received a negative emotion back; irritation. ~If you wanna be happy and love me for some strange reason, can you at least do it later. I'm trying to sleep.~

A look of annoyance spread across my face. ~Kira, if you are talking to me, then you must have been on the verge of your subconscious, right?~

~Sure, whatever. So what?~

I sighed out loud, ~Then you were on the verge of waking up, idiot!~

I didn't receive a response, but with a triumphant look I watched as she slowly began to wake and stir before attempting to sit up. She only managed to hoist herself up onto her fore-arms. I could tell she was in pain but the most obvious thing was the angered look she wore.

"Who are you calling an idiot, dim-wit!"

Both bots and men whipped their heads to the random outburst before there eyes went wide at the sight of the angered female who woke up without them noticing.

The first one to react was Ratchet who actually seemed just as angered as Kira. "And who said you could awake from recharge."

I could do nothing but laugh at her face when she finally acknowledged the two towering alien robots standing not but three feet behind me.

Priceless.

A/N -

Well, there. Finished. Typed and posted. Now, this is not the best of my work, actually I have a real issue with this chapter but I'm just glad that I finally got it posted and off my chest.

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