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Episode 3:

Darkness Rising Part 3

Rose's POV

Bumblebee, Raf and I are currently parked somewhere in the Nevada desert. Raf was in the passenger seat playing one of his racing games with Bee while I was lying down in the back row reading a book. I was careful to not let my feet touch Bee's car seats.

"Just put your feet down. It doesn't matter, honestly," Bee told for what seemed the millionth time.

"I'm good," I replied. I looked over at the monitor to see that Bee was leading, but then Raf started to gain speed and catch up to Bumblebee. Just as his yellow car's front tires were aligned with Bumblebee's red car's rear tires, Bumblebee went to the right, making Raf's car spin out of control.

Raf stared at the screen in shock. "Argh!" he cried as he leaned back into his seat.

"I won again!"

"No fair, Bumblebee! You've been driving for a lot longer than I have!" Raf chuckled.

"I have to agree with you there, bro," I agreed.

"Let's head back to base. The others should be heading back as well at this point."

"Yeah, let's. Time to see what's on today's 'after school' agenda." I said, placing a bookmark on the page I was reading. I sat up straight and suppressed a slight giggle from the seatbelt slinking around my waist. Another thing about me, I am very ticklish.

"What do you think the others are doing? Jack and Miko that is," Raf asked, looking back at me. I thought about it for a second.

I shrugged "Well, knowing Miko, she probably convinced Bulkhead to go for a roller coaster ride in the desert, but I have no idea what Jack and Arcee are doing. Do you know, Bumblebee?"

"Probably racing against themselves. Arcee likes to move with speed, like I do. Though, I'm much faster than anybody on the team," Bee bragged.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure you are, Bee," Raf and I said in unison.

We were nearing base when Raf remembered something. "No! I forgot to get the game console from home! And I was going to beat the others, and Bumblebee, at it too," Raf pouted.

"No problem. We can drive back and get it. We did arrive back much earlier than predicted any way,"

"Wait, do you mind if I get off? I want to go see what's going on in base at the moment," I asked Bee.

"Sure, I guess,"

I climbed out of the car and went in through the small, hidden human sized door, but not before waving Bumblebee and Raf off. It took a while to get to the common room since the tunnel seemed to go on forever, but finally I made it through.

"Hey Ratchet, how are y- WHOA!" I saw a crazy metal object fly across the room and land on a small, raised table. Ratchet frantically searched the room for the source until his optics landed on me. Yep. I've been studying some Cybertronian words, though mainly body parts at the moment. That was the book I was reading while in Bumblebee's alt form.

"Rosalie! Get out of there!" He yelled, his voice full of panic and authority.

"Ratchet! What's going o- ah!" What I thought was a lifeless, metal object turned out to be some moving techno-gadget with glowing purple eyes. Okaaay? Not what I had in mind for today's activity list.

That...mutant... looked at me and started to advance in steps as it skitters from one platform to another. My legs started to run back towardsthe tunnel since Ratchet was by the far end of the room, not to mention that I'd have to pass by the live tool. Though the problem was that no matter how fast I ran, the skittering object was faster. I saw a small metal beam ahead, and that triggered an idea in my head. I made a wild grab for the beam and swung it, making impact with the metal object. It staggered a few meters backwards before charging towards me again. I threw the beam at it, but it caught the beam and through it to the side. Note to myself: Never hand your enemy your weapon. I foolishly turned my head to look over my shoulders and tripped. Ouch. That's gonna leave a burn mark. I rubbed the sore part of my left knee, but not before realizing that the metal tool was only a few meters away from me. I braced myself for the rough impact as it leaped into the air, ready to take me on; though it never came.

I peeked through one eye, only to come face to face with shiny, navy blue metal. I crawled backwards to get a better view of the picture, and saw that Optimus was standing in front of me, his blaster directed at a pile of scorched metal. He inclined his mouth plate and weapon before lowering his servo down to my level. Though I was still recovering from the sudden attack, I didn't hesitate to climb on and sit. His digits curled slightly, forming a boundary of some sort to make sure I don't fall off. Whoa, it looks waaay different from up here, but then again, Optimus is taller than the other Autobots.

Optimus made his way over to Ratchet, but then the little creature started to stand up and move again. I gasped, which indicated to Optimus that something was wrong. He looked back at the mobile device and crushed it with a big, powerful stomp!

"And stay down!" Ratchet spat out menacingly. I had to smile at that. "Ugh, what could have caused that?" Ratchet waved his arms towards the crushed metal for emphasis.

"I have a grave suspicion Ratchet: Dark Energon. If the residue Arcee found on Cliffjumper brought your broken equipment to life, it would stand to reason that the very same substance brought Cliffjumper back from the dead,"

I just sat there patiently in Optimus' servo, trying to unravel what's going on myself...at least unravel as much as I get.

"Hmm...that would explain his life signal inexplicably coming back online, but dark Energon? It's so scarce to be virtually nonexistent. What would it be doing on Earth?" Ratchet asked himself.

"Um...maybe it got transported. I mean, what's the chance that one substance that can't be found in the entire universe is on Earth?" I chirped, trying to help.

"It is transported...by Megatron." Optimus confirmed, nodding in agreement with me.

"For what purpose," Ratchet asked, baffled.

"To conquer this planet by raising an army of the undead."

Ratchet gave a shaky laugh. "Well, Megatron will have to break quite a few toaster ovens, I mean, where on this world, would he find that many Cybertronian dead?" Ratchet pointed out, incredulously.

I was about to ask them what their plan of action was going to be, when the sound of tires brought the conversation to an end. Arcee, Bumblebee and Bullhead zoomed into view as they entered base.

Jack, Raf and Miko exited their guardian's vehicle form with a shout of excitement. Suddenly Bulkhead stiffened and pulled out a black electric guitar case from his...chest plates?

"Sorry," Miko apologized. "Must have left that in the back seat," she takes the case from Bulkhead and scans the room for something... or someone. When she sees me with Optimus she takes a double take. I just rolled my eyes at her.

"Autobots," Optimus called out. "Prepare to-" he stopped midsentence to observe Jack, Raf and Miko with their guardians behind them, and then looked down at me still in his grasp. Why did he stop?

"Roll out?" Arcee helped out.

"Remain here," Optimus finishes. I looked up at Optimus with a mask of surprise on my face. He usually takes them with him on a mission. What's he up to... "Ratchet, you'll come with me. Arcee, we'll be outside communications range for some time, so I am putting you in charge."

I could see Miko conversing with Bulkhead about something, though I could not hear her. But could hear Bulkhead say something that sounded like 'he never picks me.' I'll have to ask her about it later.

"Optimus, with all due respect, playing bodyguard is one thing, babysitting is another. Besides, Ratchet hasn't been in the fields since the war," Arcee complained, but said the last sentence more hushed.

"My pistons may be rusty but my hearing is as sharp as ever!" Ratchet hollered.

"For the moment, it's only reconnaissance." Optimus explained patiently, but there's something in his voice that seems...crisp.

"Then why do I hear an edge in your voice?" was her only reply.

"Arcee, lot has changed during the last 24 hours, and we all need to adapt. Ratchet, bridge us out." Okay, now I started to panic. He started to walk towards the ground bridge with Ratchet following him.

"Um...Optimus? Not to be pushy or anything, but could you please let me down before you and Ratchet go scouting?" Sadly, he was talking to Ratchet about their plan of action and didn't hear me. Oh god! There has to be some way, and I can't exactly jump down either. Bee!

"Bumblebee! A little help!" I called, knowing that he will hear. And luckily, he does. His head snapped up and his optics widened as he rushes forward, chanting Optimus' name. The leader paused and looked back at Bumblebee, surprised.

"Yes, Bumblebee?" He asked cautiously.

"May I please get Rose back?" He asks, gesturing his servo towards me. Optimus' optics widened slightly with shock as he realized what he was about to do.

"Of course. Pardon me, little one, I didn't mean to ignore you." Optimus apologized as Bee gently took me into his care.

"It's alright Optimus, I know that you didn't mean it," I smiled at him, meaning every word I said. He smiled ruefully back at me before proceeding with Ratchet.

Bee and I just stood there and watched them depart, along with everybody else.

As soon as the Groundbridge had closed, Bee's shoulders slumped forward. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Hi!"

I laughed openly. Oh we could be twins. Every morning, I would keep on saying 'Hi! Hi! Oh guess what? Hi!'. It drives my family crazy, well, everybody but Raf.

"Hi, Bee. Thanks for the save,"

"No problem," he replies with a smile. He walks back to where the others are crowded around each other and sets me down between Raf and Jack. They all, meaning my human friends, gave me weird looks saying 'why were you with Optimus?'. I just mouthed 'later' to them.

"So chief, what's on the activities list?" Jack asked Arcee as he pivoted on his heels.

"I'm going on patrol." Was her brief, curt answer.

This caught Bulkhead's attention. "But I thought Optimus wanted us to stay?"

She turned towards him and for a second I feared that she was going to unleash her wrath. "When you're in charge, you can call the shots. Bee, with me." And just like that, she stalks off.

Bee looked down at us, mainly Raf and I, and gave us a weak smile before trudging off to follow Arcee. "Why me?" Bumblebee whined as he follows her.

And just before transforming, Arcee added: "Bulkhead, you're in charge." Arcee and Bee transformed and skidded out of base.

"So what's on the activities list?" Bulkhead asked nervously. Just then, a high pitched tone screeches throughout base. Oh great. Miko+ Electric Guitar= Deaf Organisms.

"How about...Band Practice!" She suggested as she stroked one more chord. Bulkhead, Jack, Raf and I covered our ears, trying to block out as much sound as possible.

"But, we're not a band," Raf pointed out.

"Why be so unsocial? C'mon Raf. You play anything?" Miko pleaded as she tried to string together an orchestra.

"Um...Keyboard?" Raf asked a bit unsure as he holds up his laptop.

Laptop and samples. Good. Jack?" She complimented.

"I...sometimes mess around on the harmonica," Jack admitted sheepishly.

"Do I look like I do country?" Miko deadpanned

"You don't need to be so plain Miko, I mean, it is hard to master the different styles, so if Jack here can play so, why not let him?" I asked, giving her one of my 'why'd-you-do-that' looks.

"Nope. Just cover yourself with fake blood, and jump around screaming," Seriously? Fake blood? Miko has a unique taste of music, I must say.

"Now Rose-"

"Um, no thanks. I think that I'll go ahead and read instead," I declined, jabbing my thumb up towards the human lounge ramp.

Miko glared at me. "Nuh-huh, not gonna happen. I, -I mean we- need a lead singer, and you have a killer voice, so if you don't mind, I'm signing you up for singer,"

I glared back. "Like you did back in 6th grade? Sorry, you'll have to find a replacement."

"Who? Bulkhead? Yeah right."

"Hey! I have feelings you know!"

We just tuned him out. "Make me."

"Fine, I'll drag you here to prove it!"

"Too late!" I called over my shoulder as I ran up the nearest ramp. Miko cursed down below and shook her head. Yes! She backed off!

"Oh fine, you big sissy. Anyway, we will rock out tonight without Rose. It's fine by me, so it's fine by you. Bulkhead! You're percussion. We'll go for big, industrial sound. DIY, we're a band...without a lead singer..." Miko mutters the last part to herself. I chuckle from my place on the rise.

"You guys just better know the songs. This one's a ballad; 'My Fist, Your Face!'" And that was how her 'rock hard' mayhem started. Everybody, including Bulkhead, covered their ears, trying to block out the noise Mino calls music. I was leaning over the railing when the flashing of green lights caught my attention. Wait, this happened before. What did it mean again? Didn't it mean...shoot! I realized that I won't make it down to hide behind Bulkhead in time to hide, and isn't it just my luck to be right next to the elevator as well? I saw the elevator rushing down the funnel and I panicked for the second time today. I pressed myself against the back wall of the elevator, hoping to be hidden enough.

Just in time too, because the next thing I know, Agent Fowler stepped out. "Prime!"

"Agent Fowler," Bulkhead addressed, a bit nervously. "Uh, he's not here, nobody's here, 'cept of course," Bulkhead rushed the last two parts quickly, which I guess made Agent Fowler a bit suspicious. Smooth Bulk'.

"Oh, where did he go? Wait, don't tell me, he's out pancaking a mini mall," He started to move towards the stairs, and I could see Bulkhead making tiny adjustments to his position, but I also noticed Bulkhead stepping onto the cable that connected Miko's electric guitar to the amp. Oh boy. This is not going to end well... "Now, I don't know what language you bots speak on your planet,"

"Cybertronian," I whispered to myself, subconsciously.

"But Prime promised that he would handle the Decepticons! And blowing a crater in the middle of Nebraska is not what the word 'handling' means, so you tell Prime tha-" He glances down towards Bulkhead's left pede where a black cable is connected to an amp with Raf's laptop on top.

"Since when are you bots electric?" Agent Fowler asks suspiciously. Bulkhead's optics widen as he realized that the game is up.

Slowly but surely, Jack and the others came out from behind Bulkhead. I saw Bulkhead mouth to me 'stay there', which I gladly did.

"Hey, how's it going?" Jack asks sheepishly, giving a small wave towards Agent Fowler.

"Contact with civilians! Team Prime has really gone off road this time. Wait, don't tell me: You're running a day care centre!" The officer snaps.

Jack waves with both arms, directing all the attention to him. "Uh, we're interns, uh,"

"Student interns," Raf adds.

"Earning extra credit in auto shop" "robotics" Miko added the same moment Jack mentioned 'auto shop'. I shake my head in disapproval. Can't they work together at least once?

The agent gives a slight shake of the head. "Ookay, let's move. I'm taking all three of you to federal custody. It's for your own protection-" Bulkhead's pede stomps down in between Agent Fowler and the teens.

"We're protecting them," Bulkhead says, authority laced in his voice.

"Is that so? Well maybe you can explain that to my superiors, at the pentagon," he demands as he walks over to the payphone to make a call to whom I guess is to the pentagon. But before he manages to make a dial, Bulkhead's big digit cuts the line.

"Don't use that, it's... out of order."

"This isn't over bigfoot! Not by a long shot!" was all I heard before I heard his feet banging against the stairs. This was the tricky part; to remain hidden. He climbed to the top of the stairs and headed towards the elevator. I relaxed since I thought that I was in the green, but boy was I wrong. I was jerked by my arm and came face to face with the man who helped the government.

I stared fearfully into his coal black eyes. "Um...hi?"

"You may have those with you, but this one's coming with me. See ya later bot," he sneered at Bulk' before dragging me into the elevator with him.

Just before the doors closed shut, I heard Bulkhead mutter, 'Bumblebee's gunna kill me,'

I tried to loosen his grip on my forearms, but with no prevail. I was stuck. When we reached the top of the base, the sight took my breath away. The natural landscape stretched for as long as the eye could see. Dark grey clouds were scattered across the sky, hiding the sun from view, even if a few rays penetrated the thick, cloudy barrier. But there were also patches of clear blue sky.

"Okay kid, get inside and buckle up, we've got a bit of a ride in front of us," he ordered. I reluctantly climb in and close the door behind me. I hesitated a second before putting the belt on; for some reason I expected the belt to wrap itself around me automatically.

"Okay, so I see that you can follow directions. Okay, what's your name, kid?" He asks as he prepares lift off.

"Full, or short?" I ask.

"Full would be nice."

I sigh. I don't like using my full name. It feels so long! "Rosalie Oakley Drew Danielle Drago Esquivel. Long enough?" His only respond was a wide-eyed blink.

"Uhh, what'd they call ya for short, kid?"

"Rose, and please don't call me a kid!"

"Yeah, yeah, hold on a sec...Kid," okay, now I know that he's taunting me.

He pressed a button on the headboard and motioned me to be quiet. "Sir, this is Agent Fowler, we have a situation. I'm on route from the Autobot base, I'll brief you in person." And he signs out.

"Um... so...where are we going?" I asked shyly.

"The pentagon. How did you end up with those robots anyway?"

"Autobots, sir," I corrected him. "The Autobots saved me and my brother, as well another one of us from Decepticons," no need to tell that Arcee brought the Decepticons to Raf and I right? Even if it was unintentional.

Agent Fowler gave me a sideways glance. "Your brother?"

"Rafael or Raf for short. He was the kid with the brown hair."

"Ah. The girl? What's she to you?"

"Best friend," I answer with a shrug.

Agent Fowler looks at me with a smirk forming on his lips. "The other guy?"

This caught me off guard. "Jack? We'll he's...um...he's a frie-"

Suddenly a red object appeared on Agent Fowler's radar, distracting Fowler from his previous question. I exhale. Gods, why couldn't I answer that last question? I mean, he's a friend right? But I barely know the guy. ...Hmmm...Interesting question, Agent Fowler, Interesting question...

The helicopter was suddenly jerked upwards. "What's going on?" I ask Agent Fowler, terrified by this sudden action.

"We've got company! First the freeways aren't safe, now air travel?"

"What is that thing?" I asked, panicked as I saw this alien like flying object.

Agent Fowler made the helicopter do a back flip, making us come behind our attacker. Now i could see that the hovercraft wasn't human at all; more like Cybertronian technology than anything. Agent Fowler deployed a machine gun from under the helicopter and started firing like crazy at the object.

"You want to dance, Con? I'll lead!"

Con? As in Decepticon? Why did I have to get dragged into this! I could have been back at base right now!

The flying con object flew upwards and behind us, chopping the helicopter's tail in the process. We started spinning at dizzy speeds and dropping altitude too fast for my liking.

"Where's an Autobot around when you need one!" Agent Fowler hollered as he tries to regain control of the craft. We were meters away from the ground when two pair of mechanical arms crash through the windshield. My eyes are so wide that I fear they might pop out of their sockets.

"Hey, kid! Press that square red button over there! Right in front of you!"

I searched frantically for the 'square red button', but there were millions in here I tell you, MILLIONS! "Um...which one?" I asked sheepishly, eyeing all the red buttons.

He let out an annoyed growl. "Right in front of you! It activates an emergency beacon that goes straight to the Autobot base!"

I searched over again, but this time I found it. Stupidly, I never looked directly in front of me, only at the buttons on the overhead monitors.

I stretched forward, trying to reach the button though never making it quite there. Just as I was about to press the button, a pair of mechanical claws took hold of my arms. I thrashed against them, but to no use. As the arms dragged me out of the heli, I managed to press the button before the whole structure crashed down seconds later.

I woke up with a killer head ache and a small bump behind my head. I groaned softly as I massaged my head. One look around me told me that I was not at base, or any other place I know of. Cautiously, I stood up and walked around the corner. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw a Decepticon symbol on one of the screens. I sprinted towards the opening in the corridor, trying to get out of here. I observed the objects in the room: A few berths, medical equipment- hold on. Stop right there. Yep. I'm in a Medbay. I could see a control panel with the same gadgets as the board Ratchet uses to contact the Autobots.

Yes! That's my way out of here but… Where's Agent Fowler? As if in queue, I heard a loud screech.

"What! You lost the other human!? How could you drop one measly flesh bag?!" came the muffled cry.

I cringed from the sound. I'm taking it as I'm the 'measly flesh bag'.

I was searching for a way to get up to the control panel when I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I couldn't find anything to hide behind, so I used my previous tactic with Agent Fowler. Just in time too, because a big, red and white mech entered the room.

From the way he kept grumbling to himself and moving around the room expertly, I'd guess that he's the medic of this place. Funny how he and Ratchet seem to have similar habits...maybe it's a medic thing. I could see light coming from one of the rooms down the corridor; maybe that's the way out of here. I tried to sneak around the corner undetected, but fate seemed to have other plans for me. Just has I neared the door leading the way out, I accidently kicked a loose bolt, which resulted with the door slamming shut automatically in my face. I slowly turned around and realized that the red medic had aimed his long blades at the source of the surprise sound, which – of course – is me.

I froze up as he took a few steps in my direction and crouched down to my level.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The missing human, perhaps? Won't 'Scream be proud." He taunted, enclosing me in his servo. I didn't even bother to put up fight since there is no point to it; you'll just make them more annoyed at you if you do.

"Say, what's someone like you doing here? You're only a sparkling!" He asks, genuinely curious.

I just rolled my eyes. "Well, it certainly isn't by choice, and I'm not a 'kid' or a 'sparkling' for the millionth time! I'm sixteen for crying out loud!" I snapped, finally having enough with everybody (well, mainly Fowler) calling me a kid.

The unknown mech just raised his optic ridge (eyebrow). "I was just asking, no need to snap. And for your information, I only called you 'kid' or 'sparkling' or whatever you want to call it, once."

I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Sorry. It's just that Agent Fowler keeps calling me 'kid'. I think that he's just messing with me." Wait, a sec, why am I apologizing? "Hold on, why should I say sorry? I mean, he's the one who's got me captured, right? But then again, I did snap at the Decepticon mech for no reason..." and basically, I just kept on talking to myself, unaffected by the Decepticon who was enjoying my little show.

"You sure like talking to yourself, don't you kid?" The medic smirked, adding the last word as if to taunt me. I just groaned and banged my head against the cool, smooth surface of his servo, which is still holding me by the way.

"Why, gods, why?! What did I do wrong!" I cried out of desperation.

The medic gave out an exasperated sigh along with a shake of his head. "What should I call you then?"

I blinked, pinched my arm, and blinked again. Nope. I'm not dreaming; a Decepticon asked me what my name was. "Um..." I hesitated.

"C'mon, I won't bite...seriously; it would damage my perfect paint job and my dentals (teeth)." I just stared incredulously at the mech. Seriously?

"Fine. Name's Rosalie. Yours?"

"Why, I thought you'd never ask, name's Knock Out, the fastest, handsomest, coolest, brave-" I cut him off his long, meaningless, boastful sentence.

"Okay, I get it, no need to get ahead of yourself," I wave him off, "Oh, and for the record, Bumblebee is waaaaaay faster than you, not to mention he's the coolest and the bravest and much more! Ha! Take that you over buffed Decepticon!"

Knock Out looked offended, but that mask slipped of soon enough and was replaced with a smirk. "You never said who's handsomest,"

I snorted. "Please, Ja- I mean the ja...nitor is handsomest. Um...yeah," heat crawled up my face at my simple mistake. Seriously? What's wrong with you Rose?!

"Uh-huh, is that so. A janitor you say? Those old humans who clean at schools and other mangy places? Yeah, about that...I don't believe you. So tell me...who is it?"

"..."

"Fine, be that way. I will find out, eventually, and then, I'll destroy that one organism you say is better looking than me."

"Oh, yeah, well, make me!"

Knock Out (finally) releases me on a berth and crosses his arms, and says in a really posh tone, "Oh, trust me, I can; I am Knock Out, I give orders out, I don't listen to anybody else's comman-"

"KNOCK OUT! Have you repaired the Decepticons from our previous battle against the Autobots!" screeched an infuriated voice that seemed to come closer and closer. I panicked and tried to make a run for it when Knock Out grabbed me again, but this time, cupping his hands together and hiding me inside them.

'Weird' was my first thought to his action.

"Starscream, would you quieten down a bit? There are sleeping patients here," Knock Out shushed, nodding his head towards the berths in the far corner of the room.

"Urgh, forget it. Any sign of the human?"

Silence.

"Knock Out..." the Starscream con says dangerously.

"Uhh," Knock Out hesitated. I was totally gobsmacked. He actually hesitated. I expected him to turn me in, as if I was a disgusting thing. Knock Out shakes his head. "Sorry, did you say something Kommandant? I wasn't paying attention,"

Starscream growls. "Fix them Medic. That's an order!" with that said, the commander stalks out of the Medbay dramatically.

"Drama Queen," I mutter to myself.

"Yeah, that's what we call him too," Knock Out agrees, removing one of his cupped servos so that now I was just sitting on one of his servos.

I face palm. Seriously? Is this a medic thing or something?

"What? Was it something I said?" he asks, inquisitive.

I shook my head. "No, well, yes, sorta, no, I don't know. It's just that...you and Ratchet have similar properties, I mean, you both grumble to yourselves when you work, you both know what you're doing in the Medbay obviously, and you both have incredible hearing abilities,"

Knock Out surprised me by laughing out loud. Wow, I seriously thought that I would never live to see a day where the villain laughs openly, a real true laugh that is.

"Me and Ratchet? Similar? Please, you make me laugh!" Knock Out laughs out, wiping away a small amount of liquid that had gathered by his eyes.

I put a hand to my chest, acting shocked. "Me? Oh, please, YOU make ME laugh. Didn't you say something along the lines 'I don't listen to anybody else's commands?'" I teased.

Knock Out's laughter came to an abrupt end. "I don't. That's why I didn't turn you in. I don't want to turn you in to Starscream who'll only give you over to Lord Megatron and take all the credit. No, no, no, I shall wait till Lord Megatron comes back and hand you over personally," Knock Out scoffs. I small part of me felt dampened by that statement, but, I knew that it was too good to be true.

But there is this one question that's bugging me... "Hey, Knock Out?"

"Hmm?"

"Why do you listen to Lor- forgive me, Megatron then?" I scolded myself for calling the Decepticon leader LORD Megatron. I shuddered at the thought.

"Well, because...I...uh..." Knock Out stopped, speechless.

"Knock Out?"

"I...-" Before he could say anything else, a large form broke through the Medbay doors.

Whoa! Over 5,000 words! I guess that's gonna be the average length for all the chapters from now on ^.^ Sadly, school has started again, so updates are going to be slow. 9th grade is no joking matter in this country =P The reason why I couldn't update was because my last laptop's word stopped working, so I got a new laptop now and yeah… I love to hear reviews from you guys; keeps me going! :D Don't be a stranger, just review and tell me what you think of it! :D

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