Kay, I don't own them. Period.

And when the words are in italicsthen it's the radio.

The girl sat, eyes wide, mouth open. A million thoughts seemed to be fighting for the center of the stage that was the 18 year olds mind, and the resulting confusion ended up resembling the Roman Coliseum at the height of tourist season.

"Christ…" She whispered, staring out the windshield into the still raining sky. "Have I gone insane or eaten hash brownies?"

"I've probably gone insane," She mused. "Yay. I can go live with the psychos again. I hope they serve good food."

She smiled dryly. "At least it better be better then SPAM…"

The radio turned on at that moment

Who are you?

I really wanna know.

Glancing at the radio, Gaze remarked, "And you talk through the radio? Of course you do….At least you have good taste in music. I can't stand country."

Who are you?

I really wanna know

Repeated The Who. Or was it the radio? Either way, Gaze wasn't gonna give an answer.

"Nope." She popped, putting her arms behind her head. "You are a horrible and mean truck. Scaring the daylights out of me. And for that, I ain't gonna tell you nothing about me. Least, not yet."

I will leave, say "bye bye", I'm going my way...

Raising an eyebrow, she stared at the radio, "And what does that mean?"

And in answer, the truck started rolling forward, towards the dirt road that Gaze had been following to get to the clearing.

"So you're leaving? All right, I ain't leaving though. I've tired of the rain and I refuse to go back out in it."

If you want me to stay
I'll be around today
To be available for you to see
I'm about to go there

Optimus mentally slapped himself as the girl smiled a knowing but sarcastic grin. Talking only in song was harder then Bumblebee made it look.

"I take it that you mean I can stay?" She giggled. "That's o.k., I don't normally talk that much either."

Optimus rumbled/laughed again.

"Oi, don't laugh at me! It's rude!" She huffed. "And It's true, I never talk like this around people." She sifted her eyes from the radio and stared out the windshield onto the road that they had merged onto, "I never talk around people."

She started to shift into her thoughts once more, and as Optimus watched, her hand slowly started to reach into her bag. Taking out a small jack knife, she proceeded to clean under her nails, still looking out the window, watching the highway lights flash above her head.

The lights were mesmerizing to the girl, even though she was far away in her thoughts. Her thoughts were of the scary sort, the kind that murder schemes and psychotic rampages come out of as easily as whether she should have milk or water if she was thirsty. The thoughts now on Gaze's mind were less troubling then others, but still rather upsetting. She hadn't been joking when she had stated that she thought she was crazy. You would have to be to think that you were in a truck with a mind of it's own, that could drive itself. But one thing was certain, even if she was crazy, she was no way in hell going back to the asylum.

Optimus was confused by the human girl. One moment she was happily talking, the next, brooding over something while putting a very sharp object under her skin, as well as too close to his leather seats for comfort. The human started talking again.

"I don't want to be crazy." She said, still staring. Her voice was faint, as if she had little strength in her body and the Autobot did a body scan. The results were alarming.

Her core temperature was almost 90 degrees, despite the fact that the air in the cabin was almost 100 degrees. Her breath had become very shallow and her heart beat was only 10 per minute., but her brain continued on as normal. Her body was shutting down and there was nothing Optimus could do to prevent it in his current form.

Gaze was drifting in and out of conscious by now, fighting to remain sitting up in the seat.

"I don't feel so good…." She gasped, staring into the speedometer. Gasping one last breath, she reached out to touch the radio, but she collapsed.

"Girl?" Optimus said, abandoning the radio to talk right out. There was no reaction from the prone figure. "Girl!" Her breathing had stopped altogether and her heart beat was slowing more.

The Autobot had just configured the location of the nearest hospital when his scans brought up something that no human should have. The scans had picked up on an electrical signal coming from a small area in the back of her brain. As the leader watched, continuing to drive, the signal spread to her heart and started it to pump again, yet her breathing had not resumed. It was as if the signal was her life force, a kind of human Spark.

It was his turn to mutter the word "Impossible." But it was still happening, the human was coming back to life, even though she wasn't breathing. The energy went to her limbs and her missing finger grew back before his optics.

And as soon as it had started however, the spark disappeared back into her brain. While the girl still wasn't breathing, her entire body was working, almost on a type of autopilot.

This was no ordinary life form, thought Optimus, and no human doctor would know what to do.

This being his thought, he contacted Ratchet. If no one else knew, Ratchet would. He also contacted the others. This was something all 3 of the remaining Autobots should learn of.

A human with a Spark

He set up a meeting at the lookout and started there himself. Doing one last scan on the girl, he saw that she had resumed breathing for the time being, but was in the deepest level of sleep possible, almost in a coma.

"What are you?" He asked the human female rhetorically. In answer, she let out a small contented sigh and borrowed into the leather of the seat. If the Autobot could have, he would have smiled.