I have never, never gotten a response like this before! I am really happy right now! You guys are awesome! Okay, in this story, you can expect...

Mentions of slash between Cybertronians.

At least one important OC.

Cursing.

General teenage themes.

A Gothic girl who is violent, can be a total bitch, and something like mutant abilities, but isn't mutant abilities.

Possible OOC-ness, but I will try to keep that to a minimum.

Is that all? I think so. If you don't like any of the things mentioned above, kindly click the back button. Consider yourself warned.

Things you need to know... [Blah] is Bumblebee's speech.

Disclaimer-I don't own Transformers Prime

Danger is My Middle Name

Chapter 4

That statement the leader of this rag-tag bunch made, also caused all hell to break loose.

"What?"

"Have you lost your mind? Smokescreen is the rookie! How is that protection for Lae?"

"I feel sorry for the human! She won't last a minute with Smokescreen!"

[I am staying out of this conversation, but I'll admit it's a bad idea.]

"What?! Babysitting duty! Prime, come on! I thought I was doing better as part of the team! Why am I being punished?"

At that last comment, Lae snapped, "Hey! Listen here, hotshot! I didn't ask for this! Do you think I want to be stuck playing damsel in distress? 'Cause I sure as Hell don't! I have better things to do than hang out around here, and if we're stuck hanging out with each other, we'll have to swallow our pride, grow up, and make do! Got it? So, if that's all, I kind of want to get out of here...where is here, anyway?"

However, the red and white robot, Ratchet, quickly derailed that train of thought, "Oh, no. You're not leaving. The Decepticons know where you live and will be waiting for you to come crawling back home. You are safest here, and as for where we are, you do not need to know!"

Lae was not pleased by this answer. She scowled. They couldn't keep her here! Freak or human, she had rights! She opened her mouth, having every intention of telling everyone in the room just what she thought about being locked up, but Miko grabbed her arm, squealing with excitement, "I'll show you around! And you need to know who everyone is, too! Okay, first off, the big tall one is Optimus Prime, the grumpy medic is Ratchet, the one you called hotshot is Smokescreen, Bumblebee is the yellow and black one, Acree is the blue one, and this," and here Miko dragged Lae over to the green robot who looked like a wrecking ball, "is Bulkhead. He's awesome, and the best friend ever! Okay, now for the tour. Come on, Bulk!"

Lae wanted to dig in her heels and throw a fit, but, although she was a total bitch, she was not juvenile. She was probably more mature than any of the humans here. So far, that's what it seemed like. So, she reluctantly allowed Miko to drag her away while Bulkhead followed.

The Autobots watched the younger girl drag the stranger off, and then turned to the other humans in the room. There was uneasy silence for a moment, and Optimus finally spoke, "Tell us everything you know about these...Freaks."

Raf turned to his computer, pulling up a few files.

"Freaks were outed to the public twenty-eight years ago when a boy who had gone insane set fire to a few buildings in New York City. The fire was put out by a nineteen year old woman who could control water. Eyewitnesses said the boy had been burned by his own fires and was in intense agony, before practically begging the woman to kill him. She killed him, and when the police showed up, they handcuffed her, took her out of the city, and shot her three times. No trial by jury, no chance to defend herself, just senseless murder. After that, the Freaks went underground. As far as I know, there have been no interactions between Freaks and humans. Until now, that is. Of course, there's that whole suspicion about a secret war brewing or even in-progress. Who knows?" the boy shrugged as he finished his story.

"Is that really all anyone knows?" Ratchet demanded, sounding annoyed as he leveled a glare at each human in the room.

"That's everything. The article is really small, and after the Freaks went underground, there was no real way to ask them anything. They don't trust us; they never have, and they probably never will. They've held a grudge for twenty-eight years because we murdered the Freak who was actually trying to help us. She was the first, and now the last. Just a few days ago, Lae actually attacked me. According to her brother, she's had a difficult life, but I think it's more like she has a grudge against all of humanity," Raf explained, once again tapping away at his computer keyboard, running "Freak" through the search engine in desperate hope for more information.

A link popped up with a question displayed below said link. Do you want to see the TRUTH about the Freaks? Raf quickly clicked the "Yes" button, and he was taken to a new website. The background screen was black, and there were pictures and words all over the background. He quickly checked the web address; Freak dot org.

There were pictures, videos, passages set up like journal entries, all published by, supposedly, the Freaks themselves. Jack looked over his shoulder and said, "Whoa. When did this website go up?" Raf shook his head, which was his way of saying I don't know, because he was too awed to reply. Here was a website that would tell them everything they needed to know, and the Freaks themselves wanted the world to know this stuff!

Raf clicked on the entries made by other Freaks so he could read some of them.

One said, Haha, humans are so stupid! They thought their precious police caught that robber! The police were no where to be seen, and I ended up kicking that robber's ass! I rock! Signed, Mother Earth.

Another one read, So I was playing my guitar and singing on the street the other day, hoping to make money, and I got a bunch of money! Then someone approached me and told me I was a Freak, and I didn't believe them at first, but then when they told me what my power was, I believed it. So, I guess I'm one of you guys now! I'm glad I've finally found a place where I fit in. Signed, Siren.

The most recent one was slightly more chilling than the other two, Come on, guys! We're Freaks! How stupid can you all get? We'll never fit in among the humans, and we'll never be excepted! I call for action! We can't hide in the shadows forever! We need to rise up and destroy them all! Signed, Switchblade.

"Sounds like there are a few Freaks out there who aren't too pleased by the current arrangements," Ratchet commented as he caught sight of the website page.

"Ignore him." Everyone glanced around at that voice. Lae was calmly walking up the stairs to the human's hang out with Miko trailing behind. She had obviously seen the most recent post, and wasn't impressed. "Switchblade's been calling for the destruction of the earth for years. Our leader always shoots him down. He wants to overthrow her and lead us all to war, but what most don't realize is that he wants to destroy the earth, humans, and kill us all in the process. He calls it "Rebirth" but I call it certifiable insanity," Lae continued, and then swiped Raf's computer from him, easily logging in to put up her own entry passage.

Switchblade is a jack-ass. We all know our Leader knows what's best for us all. I say we keep doing what we've been doing; fewer people die that way. And Switchblade, keep your suicidal comments to yourself! We'll settle this issue at the next meeting. Signed, The Puppetmaster.

"Can I make an account? You're gonna help me with my powers, right? Do I get a cool name?" Miko asked excitedly. Lae rolled her eyes.

"I have a genuine question. Why don't you support Switchblade if you think you're superior to humans?"

Well, how will Lae respond to that? We will be seeing a small background for her, next chapter! Review please!