A/N: Yay, officially SG. Also, Cliffjumper. I think I scared myself writing that.

Satan's Dodge Challenger

Katie woke up, and was extremely surprised to notice that there was no sound of seven pilots mocking the eighth pilot's F-15 Active. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She blinked. Three times. Christ, her head was sore.

God curse her mother and her Irish wine.

Katie shook her head to clear it of the feeling of having a concrete block smashed against her head repeatedly, which was about as effective as TC's swimming in a ball pit; that is, not at all.

She dragged herself through to the living room, and accidentally tripped over a plate with a note stuck to it along with about twelve of Star's Cookies.

HAI KT, the note read, SRY WE GOT CALLED OUT ON IMPRTNT STUFF. U NO NEEDED ON AWACS, K? CALL ON WORK FONE IF PRBLM. ENJY COOKES ALSO HANGOVER XP. LUV SKY.

Oh. That explained a lot. Katie picked up herself and the plate and wandered through to her room.

Having both dressed herself sort of and taken two aspirin tablets, Katie had a quick breakfast of cookies and whatever was left under the Shamrock Hat, which turned out to be a bottle of diluting orange juice she got from a 7/11 the week before and some tonic water.

She checked her watch, sighed, and got her coat from the hall. She should probably accomplish something today, and restocking the fridge sounded like a good idea.

Katie managed to walk all the way to the corner shop beside the canal before she remembered that she needed money to buy things, and that she did not have any money with which to buy things on her at the moment. She slapped herself on the forehead, and span on her heel, and that was when she saw the car.

It was a Dodge. A red Dodge Challenger SRT8, with stupid looking bull horns on the bonnet and a custom numberplate which she didn't bother reading, because she was caught up by the fact that it was following her.

Oh, and no-one was fucking driving it!

Katie did a quick circuit round the block just to make sure it was following her in particular. It was.

She officially started panicking, but calmed herself outwardly and wandered down into the dried-up canal, looking for all the world like she was just out for a stroll. The Challenger followed her, its engine growling menacingly.

Katie took out her "work phone" (i.e. a phone that TC had given her which let her call them when they were in their planes. She didn't know why TC had given her it, but she wasn't going to question a guy who knew as much about planes as he did.) and hastily dialled the first number on the contacts list, which turned out to be Sky.

"Katie?" Sky's voice said. "What's up? Why are you calling me?"

"Because I've got a really terrifying freaking problem, Sky!" she whispered into the phone. "Satan's Dodge Challenger! It's stalking me!"

"Whoa, whoa. Back up."

"No! There is a car, Sky, a red Dodge Challenger, and it is stalking me, all by itself!" Katie whispered as loudly as she dared to.

"What!?" Sky practically yelled, and Katie thought she heard the sound of a jet's engines cutting, then firing again after a short pause. "What's the licence plate say?!"

"Why the hell does it matter?!"

"Just humour me, okay!"

"Um, it says C-L-1-F-F-J-M-P-R."

"Scrap! Katie, listen to me. Run. Run as fast as you can. Hide. Where are you now?" Sky ordered.

"I'm in the old canal just next to the base, why do I have to hi-"

Sky hung up. Katie stuffed the phone in her pocket and started running. she saw an old water pipe sticking out of the wall that looked like it would be big enough for her to fit into, and climbed into it. She crouched in the pipe, breathing as softly as she could.

The Dodge roared down the slope of the canal, and drove past Katie's hiding place. It stopped. It reversed slightly.

Then things started getting really weird. The car started talking.

"Helloooo, little fleshie! Come out, come out, wherever you areeee!" it crooned evilly. When no response was forthcoming, the car sneered "Oh well, I'll just have to find you myself!"

Then, Katie watched as the car unfolded into a huge, red robot with glowing crimson eyes; sharp, curled talons; and two twisted horns on its head.

"Oh, oh, oh. Come out, squishie! Cliffjumper just wants to talk to you..." the robot leered. "The Seekers can't have you all to themselves, no, no, no, they can't."

The robot stalked closer to Katie's pipe. "Are you in here? Oh, Cliffjumper doesn't think that's a very go-od hid-ing place, no, no, no!" it mocked in a sing-song voice.

Suddenly it was just outside, and she was pulled out and dropped on the ground. "Aha! There you are, little fleshling! You shouldn't have run away from Cliffjumper. Cliffjumper doesn't like it when you run away from him!"

The immense hand reached out towards her, and then Katie heard the sound of jet engines.

The robot heard them too. He also heard the music. He turned.

Someone was playing Bonnie Tyler. Someone was playing Katie's personal favourite song by Bonnie Tyler.

Someone in a black and purple F-15 Eagle was playing "Holding Out For A Hero" while flying at about three hundred miles an hour down the canal.

"Sky!" Katie shouted. The jet tipped a wing in acknowledgement.

The red robot raised his arm, which turned into some kind of gun, and shot a few purple laser blasts at Sky's jet, which rolled around them, and then it seemed to shimmer slightly, and then suddenly there were four of the black and purple F-15, each flickering in and out of being there.

Now, Katie didn't know a lot about jets, but she knew that that wasn't humanly possible.

The four Sky's jets all fired their machine guns, but instead of bullets, what came out was blue laser fire, which smacked into the red robot, one of them catching him in the eye.

The four jets became one again, and then Sky's jet shifted and...well, it transformed into a black and purple robot with wide sweeping wings on its back and noble, blue eyes.

Katie wondered whether Sky knew that his jet was actually a giant robot.

The Sky-jet-robot delivered a crushing punch to the red-Dodge-Challenger-robot (it was calling itself Cliffjumper, so Katie just went with that), sending it flying.

The Sky-jet-robot landed on his feet and slid about twenty metres towards Katie, and then the rest of Seeker Squadron dropped out of the sky and each fired a missile each into Cliffjumper's chest. The Dodge toppled over, and then the jet Katie recognised as callsign Slipstream transformed as well, except into a very female-looking robot with high heels and everything, and landed next to the Sky-jet-robot.

"Is Katie okay?" the female-looking robot asked in Slip's voice.

"Katie? You okay?" the Sky-jet-robot addressed Katie in Sky's voice.

"You're...you're all the...the Seekers!" Katie exclaimed.

"Yeah. Kinda." the Sky-jet-robot said, looking sheepish. "Um...are you up for a little flying while we explain?"

Katie looked up and smiled at the robots. "I guess you did just save my life, so I think I owe you that much."

The Sky-jet-robot transformed back into his plane mode. "Hop in." it said, opening its cockpit.

Katie climbed in and strapped herself in.

Then, suddenly, the canopy shut and the jet took off. Katie screamed.

"Chill! Katie, calm down!" the Sky-jet-robot told her.

"How am I breathing!?" Katie asked in a panic.

"Pressurised interior. Relax, you're safe with me."

TC's voice crackled over the Sky-jet-robot's radio. "I don't think I've ever heard you say that, 'Warp."

"TC? I guess you're a giant robot too?" Katie asked.

"I am. So is everyone else." TC responded.

"Oh, this is going to take so much explaining." Katie sighed, slumping back in her seat. "Where are you taking me, anyway?"

Star's voice came over the radio. "We are taking you to meet with Lord Megatron, Katie."

Katie gulped.