'Thoughts'

'Bumblebee'

"Talking"

"Communications link"

"~Broadcast~"

Calypso's POV:

We pull up to a stop sign on our way back to the base. We had to run back home because I forgot that I left my toast in the toaster and when we finally made it back my toast was burned, burned bad. I threw it out and we headed to the base, again. "Hang on tight you two." Acree says before speeding froward, popping a wheelie.

"H-hey, whats with you Arcee?" Jack asks as I laugh and cling to Jack so I won't fall off.

"Thought you two might actually enjoy the ride if we weren't getting shot as." Arcee says, her voice filled with laughter.

"Oh… Bring it!" Jack says, I laugh as she takes off even faster. We make it to the base in record time. After Jack and I climb off I notice something seems to be off. "That was awesome!" Jack exclaims. Bee and Bulkhead pull in a second later.

Miko and Raf jump out. "Can we go again?" Raf asks Bee.

"Awesome!" Miko yells as she looks up at Bulkhead. I smile at them, glad to see them having fun. As I walk up to the second floor a sound comes from Bulkhead.

He opens a knob on his armer and pulls out a guitar. "Sorry," Miko apologizes. "Must have left that in the back seat." I roll my eyes at Miko. Optimus walks over and the bots stand up straighter.

"Autobots, prepare to-" Optimus stops and glances at Raf, Miko and Jack before giving me a brief glance.

"Roll out?" Arcee guesses.

"Remain here. Ratchet, you'll come with me. Arcee, we'll be outside communications range for some time so I'm putting you in charge."

Miko looks up at Bulkhead. "Dude, your biggest, you should be the boss." Miko says.

"Ummm… He never picks me." Bulkhead says with a pout.

"Optimus, with all do respect, playing bodyguard is one thing, babysitting is another. Besides Ratchet hasn't been in the field since the war." Arcee says, my eyes widen at her words and I glance at Ratchet.

'What if he gets hurt?' I ask myself.

"My pistons may be rusty but my hearing is as sharp as ever." Ratchet says, overhearing what Arcee said about him. I giggle.

"For the moment, it's only for now." Optimus says, trying to get her to understand.

"Then why do I hear an edge in your voice." Arcee argues.

"Arcee, much has changed int the last 24 hours. And we will all need to adapt. Ratchet." Optimus says as he walks over to the ground-bridge. "Bridge us out." I walk over to the rail near the computer which is where Ratchet is standing.

I stop him before he could pull the switch. "Be careful, okay." I tell him.

He looks over to me, "Why do you care?"

I shrug, "Maybe its because your my guardian but also because I want to be your friend." My words seem to shock him.

"Maybe humans aren't so bad," He mumbles. "Hey!" I yell with a smile on my face, he chuckles before pulling the lever. He walks over to Optimus and they both disappear into the ground-bridge.

Jack looks up at Arcee, "Okay chief, so… What's on the activities list?"

"I'm going on patrol." Arcee says and turns around to leave.

"But Optimus told us to stay." Bulkhead argues.

"When your in charge you can call the shots. Bee, with me." Arcee says while turning to Bee. Bee looks at us and gives a disappointed sigh as he follows Arcee. "Bulkhead, your in charge." Arcee says over her shoulder before they transform down and leave the base.

Bulkhead looks at us, "So, umm… What's on the activities list?" I smile. Suddenly a loud, high pitched sound reaches my ears, making me cringe. I look down and find Miko playing with a amp.

"How about… Band practice!" Miko suggests.

"But were not a band…" Raf says, confused.

"Why so anti-social. Come on! Raf, do you play anything?" Miko asks him.

"Umm…" He grabs his laptop, "Keyboard…?" He says, uncertainly.

"Laptop and samples, good. Cal?" Miko looks up at me.

I shrug, "I once had a drum set."

"Perfect! Jack?"

He rubs the back of his neck, "I sometimes mess around with the harmonica."

Miko gets all in his face, "Do I look like I do country?" She asks him, she steps away. "Just… Cover yourself in fake blood and jump around screaming." I laugh as Jack gives Miko a never-in-my-lifetime look. Miko ignores him and turns to Bulkhead. "Bulkhead, percussion! We'll go for big industrial sound. DYI were a band!… You just got to learn the songs. This ones a ballet, 'Ma fist, your Face'" She starts playing a few cords, she's not that bad, but she likes heavy metal. Something I'm not a fan of.

Suddenly the proximity alert goes off. "Woh, woh," Bulkhead says, trying to get Miko to stop playing. She stops and looks up at Bulkhead in disbelief.

"Come on! You can't handle raw power?" Miko asks.

"Proximity alert? Quick hide!" Jack, Miko and Raf hide behind Bulkheads foot. Since I'm on the second floor I run and hide behind the elevator so I'm hidden in the shadows, completely concealed. A moment later the elevator open and Fowler steps out.

"Prime!" He yells, sounding angry.

"Agent Fowler. Umm… He's not here. Nobody's here, 'cept me of course." Bulkhead says, stumbling over his words.

"Well, where did he go! Wait, don't tell me. He's out pancaking a mini-mall." I feel myself becoming angry at how Fowler was insulting Optimus. "Now, I don't know what language you bots speak on your planet but Prime promised he would handle the Decepticons. And blowing a crater in the middle of Nebraska is NOT what the word handling means." I already wanted to throw something at him and he'd just got here! "So you tell Prime…" Suddenly Miko's guitar could be heard from the amp. "Since when are you bots electric?" I become confused and risk a glance to see Fowler staring at the ground a few feet in front of Bulkhead.

"Hey, how you doing?" Jack asks Fowler. 'Great…' I thought to myself as I walk out of my hiding place.

"Contact with civilians. Team Prime has really gone off the book this time. Wait, let me guess, your running a day care centre?" He asks sarcastically. I growl, He jumps and spins and finally notices me. I glare at him with my arms folded across my chest.

"We're interns." Jack says, he turns back to them but keeps me in sight at the same time.

"Student interns." Miko says, trying to help give a good excuse as to why we are here. "Earning extra credit in… Auto shop."

"Robotics." Jack finishes his sentence the same time Miko suggest another class.

"Okay…" He walks down the stairs, I continue glaring at him from my spot from the second floor. "Lets move, I'm taking all 4 of you into Federal custody. It's for you own protection-"Fowler doesn't finish his sentence because Bulkhead puts his foot down in front of the others, causing Fowler to step back.

"We're protecting them!" Bulkhead says.

"Is that so?" Fowler asks as he turns and walks back up the stairs. He stops in front of the elevator, which is beside me. "Well maybe you can explain that to my superiors at the pentagon. This isn't over, Bigfoot, not by a long shot." He stops and seems to think something over. The next few moments happen so quickly.

Fowler grabs my arm, pulls me into the elevator and presses the up button. The next moment seems to slow down. I watch as Bulkhead moves in slow-mo, trying to reach me before the elevator doors close. But they close before Bulkhead takes 3 steps. I stare at the door as the elevator lurched forward. I know fighting wasn't a option, he's stronger and bigger then me and could easily overpower me.

The elevator door opens and Fowler pulls me towards a helicopter. He opens the passenger door and shoves me inside, locking it. I try to open the door with no avail. Fowler gets in and turns the helicopter on. I turn around and watch as we lift off and start flying away. The base getting smaller and smaller. That's when I realized I was crying. I try to wipe them away but more comes sliding down my face. Out of the corner of my eye I see Fowler press down on a button.

"Sir, Agent Fowler. We have a situation, I'm bringing a witness. I'm on route from the Autobot base. I'll brief you in person." Fowler takes his finger off the button. I lay my head against the door, a million thoughts flying through my head.

'Is Jack freaking out? Do the other Autobots know yet? What is Jack going to tell Mom? Are Optimus and Ratchet back from their mission yet? Is Ratchet okay?' I sigh, "Ratchet…" I mumble to myself. If Fowler heard me he didn't say anything. After about 10 minutes of flying through the canyons the radar picks up something.

"Hey big bird, I'm flying here." Fowler says, more to himself then anyone. A metal flying thing fly's in front of us.

"What is that?" I yell, Fowler is to busy dodging the thing to answer. I turn around as watch as it turns around and follows us. "First the freeway's aren't safe, now air travel?" Fowler says. The thing hits the side of the helicopter, Fowler quickly gains control before letting the thing pass us.

"You wanna dance con? I'll lead!" He says before he starts shooting at the con. After using a few rounds the helicopter is out of ammo. The con fly's above us and cuts off the tail of the helicopter. We quickly start spinning out of control and losing altitude. Tears are streaming down my face and all I can think about is my family and the Autobots. 'I never told Jack or Mom goodbye or how much I love them. I will never figure out the weird connection I feel to Ratchet. I will never see any of them again.'

"Never an Autobot around when you need them." Fowler mumbles. I glare at him, "How can you bee so calm? We're about to die here!" I yell at him. He presses the emergency beacon just as something crashes through the window. Another one appears through the roof and grabs Fowler, the other one grabs me. It pulls us out of the helicopter, the last thing I see it falls to the ground and blows up before seeing nothing but black.

I wake up sometime later to someone shaking me, "Come on girl, wake up." The voice says, I open my eyes to see Fowler looking down at me. "Bout time you wake up, thought you were dead there for a minute." I sit up and notice that we are in a unfamiliar room.

"Where are we?" I asks as I stand up.

"We're definitely on in the Decepticon base." I look at Fowler shocked. Suddenly a door opens and a con steps in. The con is a little taller then Bulkhead, but has wings on his back and it looks like he is walking on heels.

"Welcome…" His voice creeps me out, "Agent Fowler and… Who is the femme?" He looks around. Thats when I notice the other Decepticons in the room. One steps forward, he has long thin arms and a screen for a face.

"~I'm bringing a witness.~" Fowlers voice fills the room. I stare at the Decepticon in shock, 'He heard that broadcast!' I thought to myself.

"Any who," the heeled Con says.

"You treat all your guests this nice?" Fowler asks him.

"Any friends of the Autobots." He says with a sinister smile.

"Autobots? That one of them coin operated car washes?" Fowler asks, playing dumb.

The Con growls, "Oh, so that's how it's going to be? Apparently no one has told you I have no appreciation for human humour." He looks at the bot with the screen for a face. "Make sure our guest are comfortable." He chuckles before walking out. He gets the two Cons to grab me and Fowler. The one holding me shoves me into a cage that is dangling from the roof from a chain. The other hangs Fowler by the arms by a set of different chains. The Cons leave us and we sit in silence, me huddling at the back of the cage, farthest away from the door. My knees drawn to my chest and Fowler struggling with the chains.

He sighs and stops. "Sorry for getting you into this, I should have left you with the others." I look at him for a moment before giving a small smile.

"Its okay, you were only doing your job." We fall into a uncomfortable silence. Fowler starts struggling again.

"Tell you what, if we get out of this, I will let you and the others stay with the bots."

I nod and smile, "There's no use in struggling." The same bot walks in on his heeled feet. Fowler grunts but stops.

The Con starts asking questions about the location to the Autobot base, but Fowler doesn't give anything up. This goes on for a while. "Agent Fowler, I have one simple request that will save her and your family the pain of grieving. Tell me the location of the Autobot base." The Con asks.

"No problem," Fowler says, I stare at him in, sick to my stomach. "But I need to ask you something first."

"Yes, I'm listening." The Con says.

"I got an issue with the customer service around here, can I speak to the manager?" Fowler asks. I sigh, realizing that Fowler had no intention to give the Con the Autobot base.

The Con growls. "I make the decisions here! I am in charge!" He snaps before turning to the bots behind him. "Bring me the prod." They hand him a stick thingy and the Con turns back to Fowler. "I will ask you nicely one last time. The Autobot base?" He growls