Sunstreaker's patience was wearing thin.
He growled quietly to himself for the fifth time, seeing that the fleshling was STILL fallowing him on that strange metal contraption. At least she was quiet. Sunstreaker continued his walk, in search of the Autobot's earth-base. The only thing that kept him going was the knowledge that his brother was there, and damn it, he didn't come this far to give up. Giving up is for Decepticons and minibots, and he'd offline himself before becoming either of those. Sunstreaker looked back, for the sixth time, to see if the organic femme was still fallowing him. She was. He growled to himself. "What's her problem!? Are all organics this clingy??" he thought. Not long after, she began to slow down, the space between her and him grew. Eventually she stopped fallowing, and just stayed there. "finally!" Sunstreaker grinned. Suddenly he stopped. He had this strange sensation in his spark…like it was being pulled in the other direction. In some ways this feeling was like the one he got around Sideswipe, yet in other ways it was completely different. Dazed, Sunstreaker fallowed the pulling until it stopped. What he saw made his optics widen.
Laying on the ground was that human that had been fallowing him, she was exhausted. But what stunned the Cybertronian was the faint blue aura glowing around her entire body, slowly it faded away. Something wasn't right with this human, she didn't seem normal. Not that he had seen enough humans to know what normal was like for them, but still.
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"I'm crazy…I know I am, meteors don't just get up and start walking!"
"No no! I defiantly saw this happen! I'm not crazy!"
Grace's mind continued to argue mentally with itself over her current situation. That's when she realized she was falling behind, but she was tired, so she stopped and laid down on the ground, her hand covering her eyes. A few seconds later she started to feel something odd, a pulling type feeling she hadn't felt before. Wait, yes she has, it's the same one that compelled her to pick up the strange blue crystal, and the one that influenced her to fallow the yellow-meteor-robot-thing. It was pulling her in the direction of said robot, but Grace didn't budge this time.
It took less than 2 minutes for her to crack.
Grace took one hand off her eyes and felt around till her fingers traced the metal of her bike, it was warm from the dessert sun which felt slightly nice. For some reason she got very cold whenever the pulling sensation started. And, just as suddenly as it had started, the feeling went away. Before she could even take her remaining hand off her eyes, she felt cool smooth metal in place of the hot dessert sand. Wind fly by her as she was lifted into the air, or at least, that's what she thought was happening. She couldn't tell because when she sat up, she saw darkness. Grace traced her fingers gently against her metal prison surrounding her. The wind stopped moving and Grace knew she wasn't rising anymore. Much to her surprise, the thick silver columns surrounding her unfolded. She looked around, and realized she was on a…giant hand? Hesitantly, she looked up to meet the gaze of the robot. His silver face close up as if he was examining her, his glowing blue eyes seemed to look right through her. She took a step back than, slowly, took two forward and ever so carefully placed her hands against the robots silver cheek. The metal was strangely warm, almost like skin. Half not expecting an answer, Grace whispered "What are you…?"
Sunstreaker pulled his hand back away from his face and continued his walk. He had nothing better to do on his journey, why not brag to the fleshy a little? "I'm an Autobot, the most handsome one if I do say so myself, my designation's Sunstreaker"
"I'm Grace"
"Did I ask?"
"No but you introduced myself so I thought I would I would do the same.."
"You say that like I care"
"Your mean"
"So I've been told"
Awkward silence. This was going to be a long walk…