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TTTTTTTTTTT change in the scene (if there is one)

Name: change of the pov

'Italics' telepathy, 'italics' talking on a phone

I sat at my round table in the kitchen while both Tara and Jen read the letter that I had received just a few moments ago. I had thought at first that it was fan mail. But no…I had never expected to receive a letter from this person ever again since I left Indiana to come and live up here near the lake. Soon after I had moved up here I found that Tara and Jen had also having fallen in love with this place on a trip that we had taken a year before college Graduation four years ago.

Tara put the letter down in the middle of the table. Her hands were folded in front of her as she thought. Jen sat back in her chair to wait, in her opinion, Tara took too long to think over things. But then again Tara was an inventor of sorts though she worked in animation as her main job, designing animated and CGI characters for movies.

She looked over at me. "You are positive that this is the same David, Angel?"

I nodded lifting my head from where it had been resting on my folded arms. "Yes Tara. Who else do we know that ever called me bijou?"

"She does have a point T," Jen cut in.

Tara sighed. "I know that, Jen. I know."

I looked between the two of them. David was someone that the three of us knew back when we were living in Indiana with our families. All three of us had actually gone to the same college. That's where we met David and his little group of friends/bodyguards. We had first met him at one of the fountains at the college.

He had come over with his little followers. To me, Tara, and Jen he had looked like a mother duck parading around campus with her babies in tow considering as those guys constantly followed David everywhere. He bowed to us and then handed me a beautiful red rose. He had put it behind my right ear while Tara and Jen started giggling.

Sure I'll admit I thought it was very sweet and cute of him. But it really was not my thing then. I was honestly not interested in any guy or even wanting a boyfriend at all while I was concentrating on my studies to get my degrees in writing and was also working my first two books. When I told him so he seemed to be okay with that. Though he never did really leave me alone after that either.

Wherever I went he seemed not that far behind. All three of us thought it was cute at first but after the first couple of times even Tara and Jen were getting annoyed with him.

We were polite to him though when he sat down for lunch with us a few times. Talking to him was easy. He told us that his father was in charge of his own company dealing with the gasoline and chemical business. The plant wasn't that far from the campus and he said that he'd show us one day if we wanted to. He insisted that he wanted us to and looking at me he said that he wanted to have the chance to introduce his future bride to his dad.

Talk about a hopeless romantic. Honestly I thought he was joking, no he was serious. I avoided him after that for the rest of college. If we saw him coming we would just go somewhere else so we didn't have to talk to him. That seemed to make him even more persistent in his goal to basically woo me into agreeing to marry him.

During senior year at the college was when the accident happened that changed him completely from the handsome, and sweet boy we had met before. Into a cold, heartless man that could think of nothing but revenge.

A month before graduation the plant where his father was on business was attacked by the Decepticons. David had been there cause he was helping his dad move some very explosive and dangerous chemicals to another plant out of state. When the Autobots had come to try and stop the Decepticons … the chemicals caught fire by accident from one of the blasts. The place where David and his dad were was knocked into when Megatron and Optimus were fighting one another.

This with the explosions from the gas and chemicals in the same area caused the collapse of the building right where David was standing.

His dad, noticing the ceiling coming in, had run over and shoved David out of the way. When David had tried to save him…he was dead. The ceiling had crushed him and…well let's just say he didn't look the same when the paramedics dug him out.

Shortly after that, amidst the shattered concrete and melted metal, the firefighters had found an undamaged safe that contained the Last Will and Testament of David's father. That piece of paper declared David the head of the company and the one who would receive a majority of his father's fortune while the rest went to charity.

After that David had a small ceremony held to bury his father with only a few relatives in attendance as his father was buried on the hill above the factory where his father had stood, overlooking the spot where to begin his dream.

When David had finally come back to school he told us what had happened at the graduation ceremony. But he only told me about what he planned to do. He blamed both factions of the robot warriors for his father's death, even though I knew that the fire and exploding gas and other chemicals had really caused it, but David would not be swayed from his decision. Besides keeping the family business alive, he planned to do some designing of his own of powerful weapons that he could use against both factions and destroy them.

I was still in Indiana when I saw him again in August of that same year. He had come to invite me to see the first test of his new weaponry at his secret factory up north. I told him that I had no desire to see what terrible things he had designed. But he made me go along; he wanted to show me what I was getting into if I was to be his wife.

Okay I couldn't get out of it then, if he told my parents about that there would be no way I could get out of it. After arriving he took me to the testing room. He was only testing it on regular machinery but still…it was not pretty at all. I didn't even want to think about what that kind of power would do to any of them be they Autobot or Decepticon. Not even the Cons were that bad to deserve a fate like that of these every day machines.

Soon after that I left. I had told my family that I would possibly move to Duluth and I made that a reality. Moving up here was what I wanted and David never knew about it and I had told my parents to never tell him if he called to find where I was. When they had asked why I just said that I didn't want to speak to him. Okay so I lied and said that he was an old boyfriend of Jen's who had hurt her really bad and seemed to now have a thing for me and I didn't want to speak to him because of what he did to my friend.

Thankfully my parents bought that story and I moved up here and have been living here in peace and quiet ever since. I just could not figure out how he had found me. With all the alias' that I had with my author name and singing name the only other ones that knew my real, well basically my nickname, were my friends and the people in town. Tara must have been thinking along the same lines cause she said.

"How in all the world did he find you? Us even!" she asked no one in particular.

"I don't know," I said quietly. "I guess he must have just heard my singer name somewhere cause he knew that I sang and figured that one singer had to be me."

"Yeah, that was all in good fun until he found you. He probably recognized your voice or something." Jen said.

Tara growled. "What the hell Jen?! He never even heard Angel sing before!"

Jen slouched lower in her seat. "Sorry. He must have asked someone in town. Or he looked through all the new singers that had been coming out and just narrowed it down or something."

"Enough you two!" I said. I had to intervene before this grew to an all out cat fight. "I don't care how he found me Tara. The reality is that he did and I'm more worried about him finding Ratchet and the others more than I am about anything that he might do to me!" I sat down again leaning my chair on two legs, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Sorry. I know Angel. Even though we don't know them as well we're worried too. But I'm not sure we'll be able to help you."

That made me look up. "What are you talking about?"

They exchanged a glance. "We both just received calls from our parents yesterday saying that they want us both to come down and visit for a week. It's not like we want to leave but…"

I smiled. "I know. But you both haven't been down there for over a year, I made up for that by going to the reunion last week. Just go, I'll figure something out to do. Don't worry."

Tara gave me her 'yeah right' look. "Sure. We always worry about you Alia. Now more than ever with the situation. Just promise me one thing."

"What?" I was still surprised that she called me by my real name. She and Jen both rarely did that anymore.

"Please do not do anything stupid or something that would endanger your life. I don't think I could handle it if something happened to you, my best friend in the whole world."

"Hey she's mine too!" Jen said giving Tara a light shove.

I sighed, here they go again. I got up and walked around the table putting an arm around each of their shoulders. "Alright I promise. You two just go, have fun, and most importantly stay OUT of trouble."

"Okay!" they chorused.

I shook my head. "Don't do that. It's creepy."

They laughed and then went upstairs to find there things for one last sleepover at my house before they left. I folded the letter again and put it in a box on top of the dresser next to the china display case. Then I went back into the kitchen and threw the rose into the trash before going upstairs to sleep on what exactly I was going to do.

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I sat on my balcony the next morning watching the sun come up. I had just gotten back from seeing Tara and Jen drive off. They were sharing a car to save on gas. I just hope they didn't kill each other along the way. I sat in one of my deck chairs typing away on my laptop and having my little portable camera film the sunrise. This was one of the best times of the year. Watching the sun come up after a clear night because there was just the right amount of mist above the lake to reflect the light into a beautiful rainbow of color.

I finally sat back in my chair. There was no way I could fully concentrate on my writing with everything that was going on. The problem with David was the first thing that kept popping up in my mind. I wasn't sure how I was going to keep him from finding out where the Autobots were. I just hoped that he was only passing through and would be gone by the next day to continue on for a business trip meeting or something.

This morning I had seen some of the Autobots leaving the town. The news on my radio had said that the Decepticons were going after some mine over in Wisconsin. At least they weren't attacking the city anymore. That was another problem in my mind as well. Finding out where exactly this energy source that everyone thought that I had or knew about actually was.

I looked out from my balcony hearing a car driving down the road. It was a limousine, large and black driving down the road very slowly. The car finally stopped at the house next to mine but I slouched in my chair anyway. The door at the back of the limousine opened and out stepped a young man. He looked to be about the same age as me. He had short black hair neatly parted and glinted in the morning light from some kind of gel he had put in it to keep it that way. His skin was pale, apparently he didn't see much sunlight, looking almost like a vampire. Eerie.

His jacket, pants, shoes, and shirt that went with his suit were all black as well. Including the sunglasses over his eyes. Jeez was this guy going to a funeral or just a business director who liked the color black far too much for my taste. The only splash of color on the guy was the dark, almost blood red tie around his neck. He looked between the house he was standing in front of and mine. Mostly he was glancing at the mailboxes then looked down at a piece of paper or something else that was in his hand.

He finally decided to walk over to my house after putting the thing into his jacket pocket, but stopped just close enough that I could still see him from the balcony. He then took off his sunglasses revealing a pair of steel gray eyes. I nearly choked.

David.

"Angel? Angel is that you up there?" he called.

I ignored him hoping that if I didn't answer he would go away believing he had the wrong house. But no he decided in that thick skull of his to call even louder.

"Angel?"

I got up and walked over to the edge of the balcony. "Shut up you idiot! Do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood with your shouting?" I hissed.

He smiled. "Well hello. I thought that was you. Are you going to come down?"

I glared at him. "On the one condition that you keep quiet."

He nodded. I sighed and turned away grabbing my laptop and notebooks, putting them on the bed before going downstairs after slipping on my light blue denim jacket that had a butterfly on the pocket that matched the design on my jeans. And walked out to stand on my front sidewalk after closing and locking my front door.

"Aren't you a little old for that kind of fashion Angel?" he asked softly.

"Mind your own business." I snapped and stood in front of my locked door.

David came over to me. "You don't trust me do you?"

"No. What do you want?" I demanded.

He laughed a little. "Ahh, Angel. Always right to the point. That's what I've always liked about you." He stepped a little closer. I backed up a step.

He laughed again, putting his hands in his pockets. "You can probably guess why I'm here. Can't you?"

I shrugged crossing my arms. "I'm guessing you heard about the Decepticon attacks and that the Autobots came to stop it. But what has that got to do with me?"

"I would believe, with your…knowing of the community. You would also possibly know if the Autobots are still here or not?" he said.

"Even if I did. Why would I tell you?" I shot back. I crossed my arms tighter determined not to let him see that I was shaking from not just nervousness but fear.

"Because I trust you not to keep secrets from me, my little bijou." He said, running a finger along my jaw. "You have to understand that what I'm doing is for the good of all humans. To get rid of those accursed robots forever so no one else has to go through what I went through."

I snorted, slapping his hand away. "Yeah right. You just want them destroyed to enact your own revenge on them David. You're just as selfish as you were back then. Getting rid of them won't bring your father back."

"No," he said. "But it will make me feel better." Then he proceeded to rush forward pinning me against my front door. Grabbing my wrists in his hands he pinned them at my sides.

"And to make sure that happens. You my dear, are going to help me."

I glared at him, struggling in his grip. I could have broken out if I wanted to, that was easy, but I wanted to hear what he had to say to me. "Why in all hell would I do that?"

He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "Because, sweetling, if you don't…you're going to see firsthand what one of those weapons of mine will do those two best friends of yours."

My eyes widened. Oh jeez, he wouldn't…no wait he would. Oh god. He had leaned back and must have seen the look on my face since he smiled. It wasn't a warm smile no. This one was icy cold because in his mind he knew that he had me where he wanted me, doing exactly what he ordered or else.

"Now…are you going to help me? Or am I going to have to ask around to find where your friends went?"

I didn't want to. But I didn't have anything else that I could do so I just nodded.

"That's my good girl. This is the number you can reach me at with any information you hear." He slipped the number into the pocket of my jacket. Then he ran his hand against my cheek. "Until later then my little bijou." He then proceeded to walk back to his limousine, get in and drive off.

I just stood there in shock for a moment before sinking down to sit in front of my door wrapping my arms around me in a vain attempt to stop my body from shaking.

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I sat outside for about ten minutes before I thought I had enough strength to get up and walk into the house. Stepping into the kitchen I collapsed into the chair I had sat in last night. I reached into my pocket and pulled out his number he had given me. Thinking quickly I got up from the chair, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the number again. Then I took the card and ran it through the shredder in the kitchen.

Knowing David he had put some sort of tracking device small enough to fit on the card. He obviously believed that I would be too freaked out to remember it was in my pocket and then he could track me anywhere I went with a touch of a button. I double checked my pockets, in both my jacket and my jeans to make sure that there was nothing else he had slipped on me. Finding nothing I put my jacket on the back of the chair next to me and then sat down again. Then I pulled out something that I knew had been on me.

I reached up to the left breast pocket of my shirt and removed the recorder that I had placed there before walking out to met him. The recording light was still on and I shut it off by pressing a button. I didn't trust David for a second and I thought I could use this conversation for something later on. Pulling out my phone I texted both Jen and Tara asking how they were doing and, most importantly for me, I doubled checked how long they would be there. They replied almost immediately saying that it was a week and that they were both doing fine. They asked why and I just said that I was curious, I said I was fine and that I'd talk to them later.

I sat in silence at the table for a little longer, running thoughts in my mind about what I was going to do. I couldn't go right to the Autobots now. Knowing David he probably had someone watching the house at the moment just to see if I went anywhere.

Walking over to the front window, just left of the door, I glanced outside. Yep, there he was, just sitting in a black van with tinted windows. I had seen it before when David had taken me to the plant to give me the weapons demonstration. He said that the vans were used for transport, yeah right, these were used for surveillance on anyone who might give him information to help him complete his task.

Feeling restless I grabbed my jacket and went through the house making sure all my locks were tight and my security system was up and running before going out and locking the front door behind me. I needed a walk. I went down the sidewalk knowing that the van was rolling along behind me. Boy he was persistent.

To look inconspicuous though I turned and walked down the hill towards the general store. I needed some things anyway. I went in bought myself an orange juice and sat outside on a bench to drink it. I saw the van again on the other side of the street ever vigilant of what I was doing. Laughed silently I leaned back on the bench. The poor guy was more than likely squirming in his seat for me to do something. But I just sat there watching cars go by and saying 'hello' to people coming in and out of the store.

Taking a sip of my juice I noticed, not too far away from me in the parking lot, was a black and white police car. Oh shoot. I had forgotten about Prowl having been asked to watch me also. From the looks of him, he seemed to have been sitting in the parking lot for awhile, I hadn't seen him around when David had come to the house. I was about to get up and continue on my walk when Prowl decided to drive over to me.

Even before he pulled up I noticed the hologram sitting in the driver's seat just as solid as Ratchet's had been the days he came to talk to me. He motioned for me to walk over. I did leaning down to talk to him through the passenger side window. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, just looked around before looking over a me.

"You okay?"

I raised an eyebrow. Didn't expect that. "Why do you ask."

He shrugged. "You just seem on edge. It doesn't have something to do with earlier this morning does it?"

I jumped. So he did see that! "No not really. Just a friend visiting and asking me about something."

"Looked to be pretty important to me. Though you did seem scared about something."

I shook my head. "Look. You see that van over there?" he nodded. "He asked one of his goons to watch me for awhile. I would love to talk to you about what my friend said but I can't because he just might be listening. Nothing is bothering me for right now, but take this anyway. It will explain some things about why he is here though it may be a little vague."

I laid the tape recorder on Prowl's passenger seat with the tape from this morning before backing up to stand on the sidewalk. I had another one at home but this was the only way I could give them some warning without letting David know I was in contact with one of the Autobots. Prowl looked at me questioningly for a second, then nodded and drove off. I watched him go and then started my slow walk back home. Hopefully the other Autobots could start to trust me.

Prowl

I wasn't quite sure what to make of the little machine sitting on one of my seats after my little conversation. I hadn't expected to talk to the girl, but she looked like she was in some kind of serious trouble. Prime had asked me to watch the girl, Angel, for a bit to see if she could lead us to the energy source. I hadn't seen anything that would confirm that theory but nothing to disprove it either.

I was watching her house this morning when that black limousine had pulled up. Watching the conversation that progressed. I hadn't heard all of it but had seen enough from the girl's reaction to the things he was saying to know that it wasn't good. The black van had appeared shortly after she had gone back into the house. And had followed her as she walked from her house to the store.

Now I was driving back to the headquarters. Whatever was on this thing, she hadn't been able to tell me due to the van but it seemed to be important. I pulled up next to the closed door and tapped it once with my door letting Spike and Carly know I was back. The garage opened shortly after, allowing me to pull in.

"Hey Prowl. Your back early." Carly said.

"Yeah I know. Can you grab that thing on my seat please? I don't want to damage it." I said.

"Sure." Carly grabbed it and gave it the once over as I transformed, stretching a bit from being in vehicle mode for a day and a half. "What is it?"

"Not sure. Looks to be a recorder of some sort." I replied. "I got it from the girl, Angel."

Both of them glanced at me. "Why would she give this to you?" Carly asked.

I shrugged. "Don't know she wouldn't tell me what was on it. She couldn't talk because someone else has started to watch her. She had an argument with him earlier this morning." I took the recorder from Carly and walked into the adjoining room.

"Him?" both Spike and Carly asked, following me. I walked into the med bay where Wheeljack and Ratchet were working on Sideswipe again. He and a few others had just, to my knowledge, gotten back from their mission in Wisconsin.

"Wheeljack?"

He looked up at me from where he was working. Ratchet closed a piece of plating and allowed Sides to sit up on the berth. Both watching me as well.

"What?" 'Jack asked.

"Does that computer of yours have something that can play this?" I handed him the recorder.

"Sure it does. It is designed that way." He said getting up and walking out of the room. I followed and went over to the conference room where Prime was sitting with Ironhide.

"Hey Prowl!" Ironhide said. I nodded a greeting.

"Anything to report Prowl?"

I nodded to Optimus. "Yeah, there's something that you need to listen too. My uh…charge gave it to me."

Optimus nodded and got up with Ironhide following. We walked into the other room where Wheeljack had rigged up the recorder so we could listen to what was on it. He looked at all of us first and then pressed a button. The whole conversation between Angel and that man from before sounded from the computer console. The conversation ended a few minutes later.

Everyone in the room was silent. Some of that conversation was not something we expected to hear. Most in the room had shocked looks on their faces. Ratchet and Carly more than anyone. Optimus turned to me.

"What do you make of this Prowl?"

"Well, it does seem like something we need to keep an eye out for."

He nodded. "True but be wary of the girl too."

"What?! Why?" Carly yelled looking at us both.

"Because, this could all be a plot between them both. Even her meeting you and Spike, Carly. That could all have been part of their plan."

Carly looked down at her feet. "But she didn't seem like…"

"We know that Carly. But I agree with Prime on this one. It's just something you'll have to accept." Iron hide said. She nodded, she knew he was right.

"Anyway. Watch her but keep out of sight Prowl. We'll switch the duty from time to time between you, Jazz, and Smokescreen. That's all we can do for now." Optimus said.

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