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Jackknife

I slowed down in the air as I began to see the Autobot Base come into sight. I slowed down even more, and landed on the air strip, transforming when I was surrounded by Autobots and human soldiers. I held my servos in the air defensively.

"Woah! Chill, it's just me!" I shouted. I vented as Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Optimus, and the humans put their weapons down. I lowered my arms and smiled at Ironhide. It's been a very long time since I saw him and the others. Now that I think of it, I just might have to get in some target practice with Ironhide. I carefully strode over to the Autobots as the humans and their vehicles retreated into the hangars. I smiled and gave Optimus a brief hug, looking around at the Autobots.

"It's been a long time, guys. I can't say I didn't miss you," I smirked, cocking my hip. I saw Ratchet eyeing my scar worriedly. I locked optics with him.

"You still have that?" He asked, a tinge of sadness in his voice. I faltered momentarily, and absently slid a digit over the scar on my abdomen. I shuddered.

"I- My guess is... erm, it will never leave." I said, my composure strengthening. I suddenly widened my optics when I remembered. The Autobots stepped forward protectively when I showed signs of fear.

"I almost forgot... Projects X52.356 through X53.255 have somehow... returned from the Well of Sparks..." I claimed in fear, my voice failing me a few times. Everyone gasped, and silence followed. Even Optimus' optics widened.

"...Is Megatron aware?" Optimus asked quietly.

I shook my helmet in denial. "Lor- Excuse me, it's become a habit since that mission... Megatron is unaware. I saw them on my flight over. They just landed, perhaps a few thousand miles from here."

"And why exactly did you come over here in the first place? Weren't you still on that mission at the Decepticon's base?" Ironhide questioned cautiously. My spark skipped a beat. But, I thought of a way to diverge the problem.

"I was sent on a mission, but I plan to return with no information." I lied. Did I mention I was an extremely good liar? You have to be, if you're a spy. Deciding to change the subject, I moved on.

"What? The last femme doesn't get a 'Hello', and a place to recharge? Now that's just sad." I said sarcastically, smiling and placing my hands on my cocked hips. I saw them regain their smiles, which made my spark go soft. Optimus placed a hand on my wing as he began to escort me, the other Autobots following not too far behind.

Salem

The birds sang to me, telling me to wake up. Bleary-eyed, I sat up, unprepared for what happened next.

"GOODMORNING SALEM!" A male voice shouted at me.

"GAHHHHHH! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" I shouted, eyeing the boy in front of me.

The boy, whose hair was raven-black and his eyes an electric blue, grinned. "Salem, it's me, Fyre. But call me Nick around your parents."

"What the hell are you doing in my parent's house? And how come you look like a human?"

"I'm here because I have to be, and your parents let me in. I fooled them with my Holoform." He gestured to himself.

"Holoforms make you look human?"

Fyre grinned and nodded. "Your femme creator is so very kind. When you came here last night, you were dead asleep. So I projected my holoform and brought you in, carrying you in my arms. Your femme creator saw that and offered me to spend the night here."

I smiled. "So what is today's plan?"

Fyre grinned. "Well maybe you should get dressed properly."

I looked down at my loose tank top, noticing that the neckline of the shirt nearly exposed my breasts. I blushed madly.

"Get out you pervert. Now!" I hissed.

His voice rang with child-like laughter. "As you wish. Just get dressed, you're coming with me today."

And with that, he walked out. I dressed into my sporty black tank top and denim blue shorts.

I tugged on my black Doc Martins boots and marched out to the kitchen where my mom was waiting for me.

"Hey honey. Your friend Nick, from your school, left a few minutes ago, he said he had to go check on his dog. He's such a sweet kid."

I smiled. "I'll have to stop by his place then and tell him you said that."

"Oh, please do. You need to thank him for bringing you in last night as well. He said you had parked in the driveway but fell asleep in the driver's seat, and he would have felt guilty if he had left you there as he passed by. I think you should go out with him." My mom grinned.

I rolled my eyes. Ugh, she developed a mom-crush on him already. WONDERFUL.

"Alrighty then. I'm leaving, heading to the new apartment and settling in. Organize."

My mother nodded. "I'm gonna miss you baby. You grew up so fast."

I rolled my eyes again and I grabbed my keys. "I'm not a baby anymore. I'm an adult. See you later."

"Bye, Salem."

I walked out of the house and climbed into the driver's seat. "Alright Fyre, where to?" I said to my car, unsure where we're supposed to go.

"I'll take you to the base then. You have everything?"

I looked around for my blood red laptop carrier bag. Sitting in the back seat, the bag rested. "Yeah, all set."

I pulled out my glasses and put them on.

"You have to wear glasses?" Fyre's voice sounded worried as we pulled out of the driveway.

"Yeah. My eyesight isn't the best. I'll be fine, don't worry. Can we play some music?" I asked, trying to pull his mind off my glasses.

"Sure. What do you wanna listen to? Greenday, Linkin Park, Billy Talent, or Against Me?"

"All in a playlist set to shuffle."

As we drove, I began singing all the songs. I could've sworn Fyre was singing with me, his voice was unmistakable.

Once at the base, I grabbed my laptop bag and got out of Fyre's car form. Immediately guns were trained on me, and I put my hands up in the air.

Fyre transformed and picked me up, placing me upon his shoulder. "Calm down guys, she's with me."

I exhaled in relief as I watched the guns put down. Fyre carried me to one of the hangars, and we were greeted by the Autobots. I frowned as I eyed a human female. She wasn't there before. She was chewing some gum, and out of the way of the others conversing with Optimus. She was thin, had large-ish breasts, and had a light tan tinge. She had extremely dark crimson hair that was tied up into a high ponytail leading down to her mid-back, with a black ribbon.

Her bangs went from right to left, over her left eye. Those were jet-black, the darkest hair I've ever seen. She was wearing a crimson v-neck short-sleeve tee, with a black helping bra. She was also wearing jet-black gothic boots up to her knees, and dark blue denim short shorts. She also wore fingerless black batting gloves that extended to her elbows, and a snow white cotton sweater with horizontal dark purple stripes ending at the end of her helping bra. The sleeves got larger and larger, ending at her waist when they were elbow-length. She had sapphire piercings on her ears, and I could also see two more silver hoops on the top of both her ears. I noticed she had a long, deep scar across her abdomen, going through her shorts and onto her thigh. I felt sorry for her when I noticed how many smaller scars she had.

Jackknife

I finished catching up with what had gone on, with Optimus. Apparently Jazz had gotten off lined by Megatron at Mission City, which was a long time ago. To think, I've been with the Decepticons for almost 1000 years on this one mission. I shook my head. For now, I was currently in my human form. Yes, I've taken on the role as a Pretender and a Seeker. Yes, I am a triple-changer.

I gave a curt nod to Optimus, and he motioned towards a young girl about my human age who was staring at me. I looked back at Optimus with a smile, as I subspaced my 'chewing gum'.

"Is that her, Optimus?" I asked, looking at her from the corner of my inhumanly green eyes. Optimus nodded.

My eyes suddenly caught on Fyre, the apparent guardian of 'Salem'. They narrowed dangerously. He was the mech who almost killed Soundwave, my sparkmate-to-be. I growled lowly, and then regained myself. I had a mission.

"Is something wrong, Jackknife?" Optimus asked, clearly concerned.

I turned my head and looked up at him. "I'm fine."

I carefully walked over to Salem. I extended my hand, and stuck my tongue out playfully. My tongue had a piercing through it, with a small purple orb at the end.

"Are you Salem?" I asked, keeping my hand extended. "My name is Victoria. But, around here, I'm commonly called Jackknife." I gave a wink of my electric green eye.

Salem

I nodded and shook hands with 'Jackknife.' Something seemed odd about her… Not to mention her name.

I stopped staring. "Yeah, I'm Salem. Nice to meet you."

I looked at the Autobots. "Alright then, what needs to be done?"

"Well, what are you good at?"

I grinned. "Breaking codes, mathematics, gaming. Nerdy stuff."

Fyre looked at me. "Nerdy? Stuff? Huh?"

I sighed. "I'll explain later, Fyre."

"Well," Victoria started. "We must deal with projects X52.356 through X53.255 at this moment," She stated Matter-of-factly. I gave her a puzzled look.

"Proje- Whaaaa?" I said, shaking my head slightly in confusion. Victoria turned to me and gave me a small smile. It looked forced though... something was definitely different about her... a little creepy, actually. She began to explain.

"Projects X52.356 through X53.255 were creations of the Decepticons back on Cybertron. They got out of hand, and went on a rampage. The Decepticons briefly teamed up with the Autobots and sent them into a security device set to explode away from the planet. This failed, and eventually landed on earth."

Okay, that's creepy. How did she know what happened on CYBERTRON? I gave her a skeptical look.

"How do you know this?" I cautiously asked. I could see deep in her eyes she tensed, but not visibly.

"I..." She rubbed her arm nervously. "I was... attending a mission when they were created..." She mumbled. I raised an eyebrow. I never knew humans lived on Cybertron... is there even oxygen there?

"How do you know these, 'Projects' are alive?" I asked, making air-quotes and crossing my arms. Victoria looked back at Optimus briefly, and he gave her a nod. "I saw the pod on my flight over here."

I narrowed my eyes slightly at her. "Where did you come from?" I asked, slight frustration in my voice. I want some answers about this girl. She turned to me, and I saw her eyes flash to what looked like bright red momentarily.

I noticed Fyre was transformed by now, and I felt him looking at me with concern. Victoria turned to Optimus. He seemed to know exactly what she was asking, when she didn't say anything.

Victoria untied her hair ribbon, and I noticed that it was way larger than it looked. I raised an eyebrow skeptically. Fyre pulled me back a good ways, and Victoria twirled the ribbon around her so I couldn't see what she was doing.

The ribbon dropped to the floor as a thin, sleek female robot stood in Victoria's place. Her optics were bright purple, and she had the same colors as Victoria wore. My eyes almost popped out of my head as I looked from the ribbon back at her.

"You're one of those- things! The one that attacked my great-grandfather in college!" I screeched, pointing at her. The robot looked hurt, and she stepped back slightly.

"I would never be one of the extinct drones that call themselves pretenders!" She gasped. She looked angry, and I shrank back behind Fyre when I realized just how powerful she was. Blades that went from her wrist to her elbows extended out, curving up and behind her helmet, which matched Optimus'. Unlike every other Autobot, she had sharp wings.

Smaller blades extended from behind her ankles, and spinal blades extended from her spine like a dragon. I squeaked.

Ironhide came up behind her dangerously growling form, and placed a hand on her shoulder. I briefly noticed that unlike the Autobots, she had clawed digits.

"Jackknife." Ironhide stated. Jackknife who I presumed was previously Victoria, made a sound that sounded like she sighed, and all the blades retracted. She dipped her head at me as I stepped out from behind Fyre's foot.

"I apologize Salem..." She stated. I crossed my arms and looked up at her.

"You still didn't answer my earlier question..." I muttered. She gave me a small smile, and dipped her head.

"Sorry. I uhm-" She glanced at Fyre. I watched as her optics flashed crimson again, like a Decepticon's... I shook it off.

"I came from the Decepticon base." She stated, looking back at me. I was about to interrupt, when she held up a claw. "Before you say anything, I came from the Decepticon base because I was sent on a mission 1000 years ago by Sentinel Prime, back on Cybertron. I was sent as a Spy, to join in the Decepticon ranks and find out what they were planning." She stated, giving a nod.

I blushed lightly, and looked at my shoes. "Oh..." I mumbled. When I looked back up, Victoria was kneeling before me. She tilted her head slightly, and gave me a genuine smile.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled back, and un-crossed my arms. "Thanks Victoria." I said to her.

"Please, call me Jackknife. It is my true designation." I heard a soft whistling, and Jackknife seemed to have heard it too. She flinched, looked around at the 'bots, and stood, going to the door of the hangar. She turned her head so I could see her profile.

"Please excuse me." She called back. There was something hidden in her voice, and I watched as she jogged out.

Jackknife

I jogged away from the hangar, it just being a small dot in my vision. I went to the edge of the cliff, unaware I was being followed. I brightened when I saw Soundwave standing up below me. He locked optics with me. I slid down the cliff, into his arms.

"Soundwave." I murmured. I placed my chin against his chassis, looking up into his faceplates.

"Affirmative." He replied, in his sleek monotone voice. I purred, sliding a claw down his chassis.

"You know I love that tone." I purred, shoving him down into the grass. I laid on top of him, tracing Cybertronian shapes around on his chassis with a claw while looking deeply into his optics.

I made a muffled giggle as I placed my lip-plates over his jaw line. I pinned his shoulders down as I slowly kissed my way to his own lip-plates. When I finally made it, I gradually eased my glossa into his oral component.

The same time we were as the human's say 'Making out', I slowly eased up with my hands, and worked my way down his servos, toying with wires in his wrist joint. I heard a very soft click, and the sound of scanning when I put one of my claws in a certain place. I ignored it, as I was... busy with other things.

I made soft sounds in my voice wires, and continued to 'Make-out' with Soundwave. That was, until I felt Soundwave chuckle. I kept my optics closed, so I could enhance the experience.

My lip-plates still against his, I asked Soundwave; "Why are you chuckling? You've never chuckled before, Soundwave..." I purred. "I like it." I growled playfully, crashing our lip-plates together again and having a war with our glossas.

"Kissing you is all I ever wanted, Jackknife..." Soundwave growled, tugging me forcefully closer. Wait a nano-second... that wasn't Soundwave's voice. I opened my optics, to find myself lip-locked with Starscream. I screeched, and instinctively withdrew my blades, stabbing him in the servo and shoulder joint before reeling back and retracting them, venting heavily.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I screeched at him as he writhed in his own energon. He gave me a painful smirk. I glared at him, my voice falling dangerously low in a growl.

"Get out of here before I offline you..." I snarled, stomping one of my pedes and making him flinch for emphasis. He held his shoulder joint and scrambled backwards, then transforming and jetting off.

I felt the anger leave my form, and I felt sadness take over. So it wasn't Soundwave after all. I heard clanking of metal, and turned quickly, all blades drawn. I looked to Salem's guardian, on top of the cliff, growling at me.

"You... I remember you..." He hissed. "You're Soundwave's sparkmate! You were the one who stopped me from offlining him forever!" He roared. I roared in response.

"We are NOT Sparkmates yet! We were going to be, that day, and we were going to leave this war, UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG AND RUINED IT!" I half-sobbed. He didn't look phased.

"You ruined my chance at a perfect life! Then I wouldn't have to be a double agent, you... you...! NGHHH!" I growled, as he ran off. I transformed quickly, and shot after him, tackling him.

I pinned him down, and spat energon in his faceplates. "You tell a single spark, and I will tell the human femme you ruined my life...!" I hissed. I stopped, when I saw something in his optics.

I grinned in a sinister manner, pulling my lip-plates almost on his as he struggled. I stared figurative holes in his optics. "You love her, don't you?" I purred. He froze, and glared.

"Ohohooohoohohoh..." I chuckled darkly, pulling my optics away briefly. I snapped them back to him, and leaned my lip-plates next to his audios. "Tell a single spark, and I will ruin her... like you ruined Soundwave..." I whispered.

He was the one who made Soundwave monotone... he injured him so bad, he offlined for a joor or two, and lost some of his processor functions. He was the reason Soundwave held no emotions.

I pulled myself off him, and snarled as he tried to get up. I slammed my heel down onto his chassis, forcing him back down as his optics searched mine fearfully, to see if I was telling the truth. I knew that my optics shone crimson momentarily.