Alright, then, Ch. 2 of my Transformers: Animated story! And in this one, let's just say that a frienship is going to be totally to turned around forever! And thx to a favorite from Ruby650, ten energon treats to you! Now, on with the chapter!

DISCLAIMER: Do not own Tranformers: Animated. Just my fancharacters and nothing else.

Transformers: Animated

Finding One of Their Own

Ch. 2 – The Discovery of a New and Old Friend

Later that night, at the Detriot Harbor, Moisar and his motorcycle were leaning against a warehouse facing Lake Erie for it had the perfect view of the night sky because every night he would watch it with pure enjoyment, creating elaborate stories with the stars for him and his closest friend, for if it wasn't for his motorcycle, he would be all alone in the city without a friend in the world to care for him.

On this particular night, as he watched the stars twinkle up above, he said to his mechanical companion, "Isn't this perfect? Every night, when the stars come out, they come out in such a fashin that each night they seem to ve in some sort of different pattern each time."

"Oh, you are so totally right," a voice out of nowhere replied. "Moisar, how you can come up with this stuff is so cool."

Shooting up to his feet, Moisar looked around, searching up and down the walkway for the source of the voice. When he couldn't find the person, he called out, "Alright, whoever's there had better come out right now."

"I'm right here. Why would I come out of wherever I am?," the voice replied, sounding a little confused.

Listening to where the voice came from this time, the young man slowly turned around and looked behind him, only finding his bike sitting against the wall where he parked it and nobody else. Deciding to take a leap of faith, he put on the best straight face he could, took a deep breath, and asked, "Are you still there?"

"Of course. Where else would I go?," the voice answered, its location definitely coming from the bike.

For a few seconds, Moisar stood in complete dumbfoundment, not believing what he was comprehending. Was his bike, his pride and joy and his life, more than just a motorcycle but possibly one of the Autobots, the first Autobot, to arrive on the planet. Concerned, the machine decided to break the silence and asked her companion, "Moisar, is everything okay?"

Snapping out of his stillness, the young man sank down beside the bike, a hand on the side of his head, still not believing all of this. Propping up a knee, he lowered his arm and rested it on the leg joint and replied, "Yeah, it's just that I never would've thought that you would be able to talk. It's kinda blowing my mind just a bit. How did you do it?"

"Well, I was listening to your elaboration of the stars, and I guess that I got so happy that I wanted to complimented you that I just started to speak and it spilled out," the motorcycle answered, sounding if she was looking up at the stars herself.

Lifting his gaze to the sky, Moisar stared at the balls of gases, trying to figure out what to say next when he remembered his first thoughts of earlier, then decided to be cautious about what to say, then slowly began, the words coming out slow at first, "When I was trying to figure out things out earlier when you pulled be back into reality, a possible thought crossed my mind that maybe you might be from the planet the Autobots came from, maybe be an Autobot yourself."

As he was saying this, the motorcycle's memories began to come back to her, memories of her life back home on Cybertron, but somehow her memory of how she got on Earth was somehow a little fuzzy. Now it was her best friend's turn to snap her out of it by saying, "Hey, everything okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she replied, coming out of it. "I think you're right. Just now, as you were talking, I was starting to remember who I was before coming to this world. Everything that was a part of my history flashed through my processor, everything that I could possibly remember."

After thinking some more and listening to what his companion had to say, he compiled a few ideas, then one came to mind that just might be able to help out his old friend.

"I just thought of something," Moisar suggested, getting up. "If you really are an Autobot, then maybe, just maybe, you can transform into your standing mode, or whatever it's called."

"You mean my alt mode?," the bike clarified. "Well, I guess that I could give it a try."

"Hey, if we don't at least try, how will we ever know that you can?," the young man asked, a smile spreading across his face.

"Huh. You got a point there," she replied, giggling a little.

Pushing off the wall, she wheeled herself into the middle of the walkway, feeling a little nervous at first, but ready all the same to finally be able to walk around for the first time in stellar cycles. After a few nanokliks of preparation, she began, going little by little, after all, being stuck in vehicle mode for so long, her chassis was bound to be a little stiff. Either way, going slow was the best option, for just as she was finally able to move her components, her entire chassis transformed at once, enabling her to stand in her alt for the first time in a long time. Oh, how good it felt to be free at last! As she looked herself over, her dark blue and pearl white paint job seemed to glow in the moonlight, making her look like she just rolled off the assembly line that very night.

Moisar, however, was completely dumbfounded by his best friend's new appearance. Never in his wildest imagination would he ever see anything as beautiful as her. Catching himself staring for too long, he quickly snapped out of it and said, "So now that we know you can change back and forth once again, what about weaponery? You've gotta have something to at least defend yourself with."

"Why wouldn't I?," she replied, smirking. "Watch this."

Placing one stabilizing servo behind the other, she, in somewhat of a split-nanoklik, squatted down and launched off the ground, sailing through the air in a graceful flip, at the same time, releasing two hilts on the underside of her gauntlets, sending them higher into the air as she turned right-side up while descending down to the ground. A couple of nanokliks later, she landed in a crouching position, head down and servos crossed as they easily caught the blade handles, activating the glowing solitarium of her Axiom Knives. Looking up, her optics held the gaze of pure determination.

Watching the performance end, the young man couldn't help but smile from end to ear, clearly impressed by the demonstration. Crossing his arms, he chuckled under his breath and said, "Well, I really wasn't expecting this quite of a show."

Relaxing a bit, the femmebot lowered her servos and smiled down at him, giggled herself and replied, "Well, I wasn't expecting to give an interesting performance. But if you liked it so much, just wait until you see what I can really do."

"Now don't overdo it to much," Moisar cautioned. "You don't want to pop a wire or something."

"Alright, alright," she agreed, deactivating the solitarium and returning the hilts to their proper hatches, then settling down next to the wall they were first leaning against. "Besides, it was going to be that one move. I just wanted to see if I still had it after not being able to move for that long."

"Apparently you still do," the young man observed, sitting down next to her. "Hopefully, the Autobots will be able to get you adjusted to what your life was before coming here."

"Yeah, maybe. Just maybe," she agreed, looking up at the sky.

A few minutes of silence passed, each of them either staring up at the stars or off into space, their thoughts about the night's events passing in front of either their eyes or optics. Remembering a question he wanted to ask earlier, Moisar broke the silence by asking, "So, I meant to ask this earlier, but I sort of forgot to ask. Do you by any chance remember what your name might be?."

An almost confused expression crossed the Cybertronian's faceplate, causing her to think for quite a while. Soon enough, her optics brightened a bit as it came back to her, the mane she cherished since the day she was protoformed. "Lightningray. My name is Lightningray."

So another nice long chapter. So now, a new Autobot is on the scene but it won't be until Ch. 4 when all of our bots will meet each other face to face for the first time, and next chapter, you'll find out what exactly was in that spaceship that will soon endanger all of Detroit. Now to go work on typing Ch. 3 so I can go see Harry Potter die and save the world tomorrow! ^^! See you all later!