hi everyone!

so here is chapter 2, im still a little hazy as to where this goes, so ideas and stuff are always a big help.

thanks for reading.

thoughts

"Cellphone"

autobot comm line

btw, if you didn't notice, I went over chapter 1 and changed something, so you might want to look at that, its at the very end, so don't think i'm stupid, please... :)

enjoy!

"Silvercrest, now you. Initiate."

She nodded. "Yes, sir." Initiate Command Sequence 138754.

As she began to convert to compact form, she offlined her optics, knowing that she wouldn't be needing them until they got to Earth, which would be about another breem. She considered this. Wow. A whole other planet.

She jumped.

For a while, all she could feel was a slightly chilly feeling ebbing along all of her outer armor. Her auto-scanners detected it as being -454.667 degrees Fahrenheit, as the Earth-people called it. She still couldn't remember the name of that species. She knew what they looked like, but the name... lumin? Cumin? No, that's not right... Fumin? That sounds...weird... Ugh, she'd have to ask someone sometime...

She felt herself enter earth's atmostphere, and flames surrounded her. Now, it was 2027.876 degrees Fahrenheit.

It may have been painful to some species, but to her, it was a gentle warmth, a slight tickling sensation, nothing more.

'Crest was now very close to the ground, maybe thirty of the...organics 'yards'. She braced herself for the impact.

She slammed into the ground, setting a tree on fire as she did so. She ran a quick full-body analysis, making sure nothing was damaged. Satisfied that she was uninjured, she laid, resting, for a moment, before she began to revert to regular form.

Initiate Command Sequence 238754.

Silvercrest stood, looking around. There were no organics in sight, but that didn't mean that it wasn't going to be a pain in the aft to find anything mobile that she could turn into. A toy of some sort would be useful...

She transferred the coordinates of the place where they'd be meeting up again, this time with the team's scout, Bumblebee, who was apparently not much older than her, about six vorns. She smirked slightly as she remembered the way Ratchet had informed her of this fact.

"He's taken on an Earth-made alt-form, called a 'Camaro' and he's black and yellow, hence his name. As a scout, he's only about twenty of the humans 'feet' tall. He's about 6.5 vorns old, so about 6 vorns older than you. Which, as it happens to come up, is also in the orthodox range for Spark-mating, but just saying. I mean, I'm not suggesting anything. Primus, you know what I mean."

'Crest rolled her optics as the Navigational systems began to direct her to the area she was supposed to be headed. As she reached the city, she skirted around alleys, crouching low so no one would see her.

Ratchet had suggested a motorcycle as an alt-form. She was smaller, and slimmer than the others, as being a femme, and had a sleek silver build, and though she'd be the last to admit it, she was a beauty by Cybertronian standards.

She looked out into the street, backing into the shadows, where she was pleased to find she was nearly invisible. She'd like a silver one, hence her name, but it wasn't necessary. However, she did get lucky.

She spotted a silver Buell Firebolt. She rapidly scanned it, and began a new Command Sequence.

Initiate Command Sequence 115467.

Ten minutes later she sped into an alleyway, coming to a slightly violent halt in an alleyway just as Optimus, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, and a yellow Camaro with two 'humans' in it, that she took to be Bumblebee, pulled up.

The humans, a male and a female, stepped out of Bumblebee's alt-form. Both were covered in a strange liquid matter that made their skin glossy, and earth-matter. She wondered briefly why they'd call their planet 'Earth'. Earth is the ground. It is dirt. Literally.

She paid no attention to the conversation as she idly reverted to original form. Optimus was speaking. She caught the word 'bitches' from Jazz and looked it up on the internet. She heard Ratchet say something about mating, and looked up human mating. She made a face, softly muttering, "Ew." She regretted trying to learn about humans species.

Ratchet glanced down at her. She looked back at him with wide optics.

You looked up mating, didn't you. It wasn't a question.

Yeah.

Scarred for life?

Yeah.

Ratchet nodded. I wish I never did that. It so much...messier than Spark-matng.

I know! I'm glad I'll never do that. Well, I don't plan on it.

He gave her a look. I hope not.

She looked back to the humans, suppressing a chuckle.

Silvercrest looked at the pair. She could tell they required recharge, however the humans did that, and refueling. She wondered briefly how the humans recharged and refueled, but stopped herself from looking it up.

Not gonna go down that road again...

What are their designations?

Ratchet looked back at her, slightly exasperated. You haven't been listening?

Not really.

The male is Samuel Witwicky. The female is Mikaela Banes.

Those are really weird designations.

They do things a little differently in different galaxies.

Oh, haha.

She severed the comm link before he could reply. He looked at her sharply and then crossed his arms in a gesture that sort of said 'fine. see if I care' and proceeded to ignore her.

(IMPORTANT A/N: From this point on, I'm using first person. I'm sorry to suddenly change it, but it's what I'm used to, I keep accidentally reverting to first person without noticing and then having to go back and fix it, I'm not sure if I even got them all... Yeah, that's it... Go back to reading :D)

I looked up at Ratchet.

So this kid has the glasses?

Ratchet gave me a self-satisfied smile, and proceeded to sever the comm link. I gasped in indignation and noticed that we were leaving, and began to revert to alt-form, while commencing the Command Sequence to activate my holoform.

Altogether, I was pretty pleased with my holoform. She had a petite build, dark hair, bright blue eyes that had a slight glowy quality, and a slim face. There was some muscle, but like me, she was built more for speed than strength. She had dark skin, and was most likely what the humans called Latina.

That was a downside of the motorcycle. A riderless motorcycle was obvious, I needed a holoform at all times. The rest of the team didn't necessarily need them, especially not at night.

I shrugged it off and tried to control my speed, because Ratchet would kill me if I hit him. Bumblebee was right behind me, and I was behind Ratchet.

Bumblebee is kind of cute. I'm sure a human wouldn't see it, but by Cybertronian standards, he really is. As a scout, he has a small build, but he's still a little taller than me, and definitely larger. But, I'm beginning to think that there isn't even a femme whose smaller than me. On the Ark, there were not too many other femmes, but Arcee, Chromia, and Elita-One, and all three were a little larger than I was, slightly taller, etc, as was Silverbolt.. But I'm also one of the fastest, and definitely the lightest. Cybertronian metal is incredibly light, and very strong.

And, as Ratchet pointed out, he is in my age range. Huh. I'll think about it.

We arrived shortly at the Witwicky residence. Everyone began to revert to original form in the front yard. I considered this, thinking maybe it wasn't wise, but then shrugged and followed suit. Of all people, I'd be the least likely to crush anything, being as small as I was. Optimus was very likely to crush-oh, yeah, see, he stepped on the fountain. The Samuel kid started freaking out, and Optimus apologized. I strangled a laugh, and a soft noise from next to me indicated that Bumblebee was struggling with the same problem.

I glanced over at him. Our optics met for a moment, then I looked back to the rest of the team. There was a rodent-like creature that leaked some strange liquid all over Ironhide's foot. Being Ironhide, he tried to shoot it, but the kid stopped him.

Samuel ran inside the building, and I heard some human voices, than Samuel went upstairs. Optimus turned to Mikaela.

"Perhaps he should find it faster if you were to assist him."

She nodded. "Well, I would, but I have no way to get in there..."

"Why?"

"Well, his parents don't know me. They'd think it was weird if some random chick comes up, asking if she can go to their son's room. They'd think I was some skank trying to rape him. Just saying."

A smile came across my face at Optimus's expression. I kind of liked this girl.

After a moment, he recovered. "Well, you can go in the window."

"Ho-" She was cut off as Optimus picked her up and held her up to let her climb in the window. Samuel helped her in, and I heard them talking, but didn't bother to hone my audio processors so I could listen.

Sam spoke to Optimus at the window briefly;they hadn't found it. After a few moments, Optimus turned around.

"Autobots, fall back."

I turned around, looking for something that I could maybe hide behind. A sizzle sounded to my right and I turned to see a bouncing electrical wire, and Ratchet lying under it, looking dazed.

"Wow! That was tingly! Try that!"

Ironhide scoffed. "Looks fun.", he replied sarcastically, helping the medic up.

I rolled my optics and continued forward, deciding just to stand by the side of the street where the humans parked vehicles, and revert to alt-form. I activated my holoform, and now seeing through its eyes, leaned against my own alt-form, examining the street. A few black cars were pulling up. A bunch of male humans were exiting the cars, entering the house.

Moments later, they returned, dragging out the parents, Samuel, Mikaela, even the rodent-dog.

I opened a comm link with Optimus. Family being taken. Should I pursue?

Can you do so without attracting attention?

Yes. I'm sure of it.

Than do so. And 'Crest...

Yes?

Be careful.

Always.

I sped off down the street behind the car that contained the boy and the girl, admiring the feel of my holomatter hair blowing back in the wind. The human sense of touch is very...unique.

I noticed Optimus pin-pointing my location, and therefore, the location of the car. After several minutes, he appeared in front of the car, coming from further down the road. He rapidly transformed, and literally ripped the hood off of the car. I deactivated my holoform and turned to original form.

"Autobots, relieve them of their weapons." I activated my left hand blade, as well as my plasma cannon, aiming at the group. Jazz pulled out his electromagnet, sending every one of the humans petty weaponry to his hand.

What happened next was incredibly strange. We had Samuel and Mikaela. We did. A helicopter came up, and Optimus grabbed them and began to run. They disappeared underneath a bridge, and the helicopter came towards where I was running away from, Ratchet, Jazz, and Ironhide all disappeared over the bridge, and Bumblebee had, but he was coming back.

I spotted Samuel and Mikaela both falling away from the spot where I assumed Optimus had hidden, and Bumblebee skidded under them, catching them neatly.

Suddenly, I noticed something coming rapidly towards me on radar. I hadn't moved before a metal arrow struck me in the arm, rendering the weapons useless, before I could activate my right blade to slash the wire-like rope, another one tangled that arm. I cursed in Cybertronian.

A human voice was reaching my audio processor. "Perfect, now get the other one, the bigger one, he's right out in the open, don't let the small one get away, though..."

Another helicopter came from my other side, tangling up my legs, causing me to drop to the ground. I bristled, but I was sworn to never harm a human. No fragging matter what.

Another wrapped around my legs, and another, a few more tangling my arms to my sides. A bunch of guys approached me with guns aimed and a few began to spray something cold all over me, some kind of ice. I began to feel stiff.

I hope they didn't get Bumblebee...

I cycled air through my vents with some difficulty, seeing as they were clogging up said vents, and I gave one last tug on my bindings before my optics were covered in ice.

My body spasmed as another laser hit my Spark chamber. A high-pitched whine came from something in my systems, I'm not sure that it was even my vocal processor.

"Why are you doing this? Assholes!" I yelped slightly as another hit me.

"Hey, hey, stop, it can talk, people, it can talk."

"I'm not a slagging it." I tried to look around to find the source of whatever fragging aft's voice this was.

I struggled against the bonds. The man ignored my statement.

Another voice spoke up. "Should we undo the straps?"

"Yes!" I stated emphatically.

"Of course not, it's a hostile. Why would we free it?"

"What tells you I'm a hostile? I could've fried all your afts when you were very rudely taking me, but I didn't."

"So, you wouldn't harm us?"

"If I could, I would rip your spine from you body and hang it on a chandelier. But I'm not allowed... Though, I have disobeyed orders before... I'm sure Optimus wouldn't be mad for too long."

"Do not untie it!"

"I'm not a slaggin it!"

Once again, he ignored me. "Refreeze it. It's not safe for it to be awake."

The cold returned. As the limbs painfully began to stiffen up, the ice came in through a few air vents, freezing up my systems. Another whine sounded, accompanied by the sound of machinery groaning, and my body temperature regulators went offline. The ice was now painfully cold against my now-frosty metals. A low growl escaped my vocal processor, along with another whine.

My body spasmed slightly, and my systems abandoned attempts at restoration procedures and went into emergency offline.

okay, I didn't think this chapter was all that good, but I REALLY want to know what you thought, so tell me if it didn't turn out that well, because I don't think it did, I might actually just delete this story, I don't really think that its been very good, but please, tell me what you think!