Disclaimer: Me: Hey, Megatron!
Megatron: What do you want, puny girl?
Me: No need to be mean. I was going to let you do the disclaimer, but you're a jerk, so, Starscream!
Starscream: Darth's Daughter does not own Transformers Prime or any of the characters. (sees angry Megatron) Yikes! (runs for his life)
Megatron: But she does own that traitor Joanna Black. (chases after Starscream to beat him up)
*Optimus Prime*
I went by Joanna's shop this morning, but she didn't answer when I honked for her. I'm now back at base, and the proximity sensor goes off. Agent Fowler has arrived. We update him on our progress, and I pull him aside, out of earshot of my team. "Agent Fowler, I need some advice."
"Let me guess, you're in love with Joanna, and you're scared she doesn't feel the same and you don't know what to do."
I'm surprised. "How did you know?"
"Prime, everyone knows. The only person who knows you and doesn't know you like her, is her. My advice, tell her! You are the only person on the planet who doesn't notice she's crazy for you!"
I'm startled. "Are you certain?"
"Everyone knows, Prime. Ask anyone. Just tell the girl how you feel. I personally think the two of you would be great together."
I nod. "I'll do that. Thank you Agent Fowler."
That afternoon, I go by Joanna's shop to pick her up, but she isn't there. I wonder where she could be. She's usually sitting on the counter waiting for me to pick her up five minutes early, eager to get off work. I hope she's not off with that Cedric again. I call her cell phone. "Hi, this is Joanna. I can't come to the phone right now, so I'm either up to my elbows in grease, saving the world, or asleep. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you eventually."
Now I'm really worried. Joanna always answers her cell phone. I go back to base and check my computer. Joanna has a tracker in her phone in case of emergency. I check it, and it says she's home. It makes no sense! If she was home, even if she was unwell, she would answer her phone.
"Optimus!" Rachet calls. I go over to his computer. "We're getting a message, from Megatron."
I pull it up and face my enemy, and a horrifying surprise. Sitting on Megatron's shoulder, was Cedric. "Megatron. What are you doing with that human?"
"I'm surprised, Optimus. I thought you'd be more concerned with the Black woman."
Terror all but overwhelms me, though I keep it hidden. "Where is she?"
"Oh, she's safe. For the time being. If you want her back, come to these coordinates in ten minutes."
*Joanna Black*
I groan as I regain conciousness. Note to self, next time, don't say yes to a date with a seemingly perfect guy with a racecar. Where am I anyway? I look around and feel my stomach clench up. Aw crap, not again! I'm inside a Vehicon! He seems to notice I'm awake. "So, the traitor returns."
"Heh heh, Ol' Megsie still mad about that?"
"Uh, yeah. We're all pretty angry, After all, you did ditch us for Autobot scum!"
"Hey, is it my fault I prefer to have friends instead of competition for the top spot? Excuse me if I don't like having to look over my shoulder every three seconds."
"But we found you first! You'd still be just another human to them if you hadn't worked for us first!"
"And if it weren't for my dad, I'd be just another human to you guys! At least with the 'Bots appreciate me for me. And they laugh at my jokes."
"Painting all of the Vehicons pink was NOT funny!"
"Was."
"Wasn't!"
I lean back and cross my arms. This is why I hate 'Cons. No sense of humor. "So, where Cedric? Working for you losers?"
"He was. But once we're done with him, he'll 'accidentally' get underfoot, and we all know what happens when a human gets underfoot." I can't help but be satisfied about that. What can I say, I can be pretty spiteful. There is no limit to how low I'll go to get revenge.
I give the 'Con a good kick (Again, spiteful.), and sit back. I hate when this happens, even if I did get Energon on this guy's floormats. He's pissed, but I don't care. Decepticons are jerks.
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