Chapter 11:

"What 'bout now?"

"No."

5 seconds later…

"How 'bout now?"

"No, Jazz."

5 seconds later…

"Now?"

"SLAG, JAZZ, SHUT THE FRAG UP!" Ratchet shouted, throwing a wrench towards the silver mech. Jazz ducked just in time. "Well, mech, I can't help it! I'm starving' 'ere, and yer denyin' my right to Energon!"

Ratchet glared. "Well, if you let me finish the scans, maybe we'd be done by now." Then the medic turned back around to the computer screen that monitored the results of Jazz's functions. "Annoying as ever…"

Taylor watched, amused. It seemed like there was a new light in every Autobot's eyes-optics, she corrected herself-since Jazz was back. The mech named Prowl certainly seemed happy. From what she had learned, they were sparkmates.

Taylor frowned. She still didn't understand that. Weren't they both mechs, or males in Earth terms? She'd ask Nicole-

Suddenly she was crushed by the fact that Nicole still had not woken up. Taylor felt her eyes hurt like she was going to cry, but she pushed that urge down. Ratchet said that Nicole would wake up sooner or later.

"Hey." She felt a small nudge against her arm. Taylor looked up into Barricade's concerned face. "You alright, Tay?"

She nodded but didn't say anything. Taylor had been surprised that Barricade was an alien robot that transformers into a Mustang, but she didn't think anything had really changed. 'Cade had seemed like a brother to her before, and he still did. Just a lot bigger, more metally, and a hellova lot more lethal brother.

Taylor looked down at Nicole. Nothing about her much different about her, except for the white streak in her hair and the absent confident smirk or scowl. Yes, Nicole sometimes seemed badass, but Taylor knew she was just a big softie with feelings on the inside. No matter how many times Nicole got annoyed with Taylor, she always stood by her, like a true friend and sister should.

The blonde smirked. Oh, the things they had been through. A light bulb went off. Maybe she could use some of their….unusual situations as blackmail against Nicole. Revenge for every prank Nicole had ever pulled on her. The Autobots would surely find the stories interesting.

No matter how blonde she seemed, Taylor was smart. Smart and devious.

Taylor watched as Jazz bugged Ratchet some more. Prowl, who was watching also, glanced at Barricade, suspicion written all over his faceplates. Taylor sighed. 'Cade was going to need help convincing some Autobots and people.

Ratchet huffed, staring at the computer screen. Jazz peered over his shoulder, then whooped in glee. "Looks like I'm all free ta go!"

"Fine." Ratchet huffed again. "Looks like everything is fine. You can go get some Energon now."

Jazz glanced at Nicole, concern written plain on his faceplates, but it was gone in a second. A smile replaced it. "All thanks ta lil' Nicky here!"

Taylor smirked. "You know that she's gonna hate that name, right?"

He shrugged. "Annoyin' someone never bothered me before. Don't see why it should now."

Barricade snorted. "Nicole is a little vengeful."

Jazz shrugged off the warning. Then he looked at Prowl. "Ya got some time ta getta cube, Prowler?"

The tactician smiled. "Absolutely."

Taylor smiled. Personally, she had no problem with their relationship. That thing had never bothered her with humans. To Taylor, it was actually kind of cute. She liked seeing couples in love. She sighed thoughtfully. One day she hoped to meet her true love. Her mind wandered to Sunny. Whether it be mech or human.

Just as the door closed behind Prowl and Jazz, it opened again. Jazz stuck his helm in the doorway. "What do ya say, Barricade? I know ya haven't had anything for 'while. Bring Taylor with ya, too."

The Mustang glanced at Nicole worriedly, then back to Jazz. "I don't know-"

Jazz grinned. "Come on, 'Cade. The Hatchet may seem like an ole timer-"

"I heard that!" Came Ratchet's gruff reply from his office.

"-but he knows what he's doin'. Plus, Nicole's is a fraggin' fighter when it comes to bein' offlined."

That….only made Barricade look more worried.

Jazz winced. " 'Kay, maybe not the best thing ta say-"

"Ya think?" Taylor heard Ratchet's sarcastic remark from the office.

"-but Ratch will comm. ya the second somethin' changes. Woncha, Ratchet?"

"Sure." Ratchet said, sounded distracted.

Jazz shot a glare at the office door, but continued. "So, 'Cade, gonna come?"

Barricade looked at Nicole, seemed to think about it, then nodded. "Fine." He held his servo out for Taylor to climb into, and he lifted her to his shoulder.

They left the Med Bay and made their way through the base, which, only a few hours before had been empty. Now there was Autobots lingering in the halls, all of them talking about, well, Jazz and Nicole. Most of them hadn't even know that Nicole had arrived, and rumors were spreading fast about the fact that Nicole was the Host of the AllSpark, and had brought Jazz back alive. There was also talk about Barricade, the ex-Decepticon who had been brought to base. Many thought he had been brought in as a prisoner. And they also talked about a mech named Bumblebee. Taylor didn't know much about this Autobot, but she intended to talk to him in the future.

Of course, when they walked past these groups they all quieted down(except for a mech named Bluestreak; he kept on talking about how Barricade was a 'Con, and it took him a few seconds to realized everyone had stopped because said ex-'Con was behind him, glaring a hole into his helm). The main reasons they stopped was to say Hi to Jazz, or to growl at Barricade. Most did both.

Amazingly, Barricade managed to hold his temper. Taylor had learned to not piss off the Mustang. Not too much at least.

There were only a few mechs and even fewer femmes in the Rec. Room. They all quieted down for a few seconds when Jazz walked in, then they started cheering. When Barricade walked in, they quieted down.

Taylor was only too aware of the stares as Jazz, Prowl, and Barricade got the Energon cubes(she had to admit, she was tempted to touch the stuff; seeing her face, 'Cade explained that it would burn her arm off; she decided to leave it alone for now). She breathed a sigh of relief as they sat down at an empty table in the far corner.

'Cade just sipped at his cube while Jazz talked on and on with Prowl about what he had missed and what the 'Cons had been up to lately. After about twenty minutes, Taylor began talking to Barricade about the Transformers and he explained the war that was going on.

The other Autobots in the room all left during those twenty minutes, and soon only Prowl, Jazz, Barricade, and Taylor were left. Barricade finished his explanation, and he had shut his optics for so long that Taylor thought he was asleep, or in recharge.

Suddenly the door opened, and a bright yellow mech with a little black walked in and looked around. Spotting the group, surprise seemed to show on his faceplates, and then the look hardened.

Taylor suddenly felt that something bad was about to happen.

The mech walked up to the small group. His expression seemed to soften. "Hey, Jazz. Nice to have you back."

Jazz, Prowl, and Barricade all looked up in surprise. They obviously hadn't heard him enter.

Jazz grinned and stuck his servo out. "Hey, Bumblebee. Good ta see ya 'gain."

Bumblebee continued to chat with Jazz and Prowl, then he looked at Barricade, resentment written plain on his faceplates. "Barricade. Harass any humans lately?"

Barricade met his look squarely. "I don't want to fight with you. For Nicole's sake."

At the mention of Taylor's best friend, rage seemed to take over Bumblebee's faceplates. "I don't know how you tricked her into believing that you actually care, but it wont work on the rest of us."

Now Barricade seemed angry. "I never tricked Nicole. She's smart enough to tell if I was lying or not. And I do care. I don't run away from her when things get tough."

Bumblebee seemed to wince, but he hid it. "Sooner or later, she'll realize that you've lied this whole time. She'll realize that you're the same 'Con you were all those years ago when we arrived on Earth."

Barricade stood up to meet his optics. "Don't you fragging get it? Nicole is not stupid. She knows I've changed. And she believes me. If I wanted to hand her over to that fragger Megatron, I could've done that four years ago! And I didn't even know she was the Host! Sure, I knew she had a shard of AllSpark, but even then I didn't try to give her to Megatron!"

"You tried to kill her parents!"

"But I didn't, did I? You stopped me, and I have to thank you for that. Other wise she would never had been born, and I probably wouldn't be here. I love her, and I'm not afraid to admit it!"

At that, Bumblebee seemed ready to fight Barricade, but Taylor jumped up in front of the yellow mech. "Hey, you!"

Bumblebee looked down at her. "What?" He snapped.

Taylor was pretty pissed off by now, because she didn't have a clue what they were talking about. Nicole had never told her about how her parents died, but that was because she didn't remember either.

But here was this mech, Bumblebee, who looked ready to get in a fist fight with 'Cade. Taylor wouldn't let that happen. No way in hell.

"Just who do you think you are?" She asked him.

He bent down to her level. "I was Sam's guardian."

Oh. Barricade had explained what a guardian was. Still, that didn't give him the right to jump on 'Cade.

She gave the mech a look that would've sent humans running. "What gives you the right to jump on to 'Cade like that?"

The mech glared back. "He's a Decepticon."

Just as Barricade growled behind her, Taylor had said, "He's not a 'Con, you idiot! What will it take to drive that home into your metal head?"

Normally, she wouldn't have been blunt(especially with an alien robot that was more than 100 times bigger than her), but that southern streak in her was waking up, and that meant the temper was coming with it, too. Never mess with an angry country hick, Taylor had told Nicole one time.

They all stared at her in shock, but then Jazz burst out laughing, and all of them smiled, even Barricade.

Taylor stared at them, offended and shocked. How come every time she got angry and said something bold, everyone laughed or smiled?

She glared at 'Cade, with her arms crossed, and he just shook his helm, chuckling. "Sorry, Tay, but that was….pretty bold. And in a southern accent…." He just shook his helm again.

Jazz was still trying to stop laughing. "Does….she always talk like tha' when she's mad?"

"Pretty much," Barricade muttered.

Taylor glared at him more. "Asshole."

"Bitch."

"Jerkface."

"Jessica Simpson."

"Hey!" Taylor shouted, uncrossing her arms and stamping her foot. "No fair! I do not look like Jessica Simpson!"

Jazz tilted his helm a little, and his visor dimmed for a few seconds, then it brightened. "Taylor, I'm inclined ta disagree. Ya do look like 'er."

Then he projected a hologram of her onto the table, beside Taylor. There was a striking resemblance. "I so do not look like her…"Taylor huffed, once more crossing her arms.

After a few more minutes of debate over whether Taylor looked like Jessica Simpson, Barricade once again looked to Bumblebee. "So, do you want to fight, or try to get along for Nicole's sake?"

Bumblebee stared at him for a long time. Then, "I will try to get along for now. But unless you can prove to me that you've changed and do love Nicole, I won't trust you."

"How the frag am I supposed to do that?"

Bumblebee smirked. "Figure it out." Then he nodded to Prowl and Jazz, said "Bye, Jessica Simpson," to Taylor, and walked out of the room.

When the door closed, a silence hung in the air.

Then, "Well, I think tha' went fairly well."

"Jazz…" Barricade, Prowl, and Taylor moaned.

Nicole POV

I dreamed about a lot of things. Mainly memories of the AllSpark.

I saw the Thirteen Primes, as they walked upon Cybertron in it's Golden Age. Barricade was right. Cybertron was beautiful.

Then time sped forward a few millennia.

The tall metal spires of Iacon Labs gleamed in the light of the sun(a different sun, a sun from another solar system), which could be seen from Cybertron like it was seen from Earth. Cybertron's two moon stations orbited like it would on Earth. Mechs and femmes, in alt forms and bi pedal mode, traveled through the streets that were cleaner than an Earth highway. Then I saw the city of Vos, the Seeker city. Seeker's flew in every direction, all different colors. Once or twice I thought I saw Starscream or one of his trine mates, but I couldn't be sure. I saw the Hall of Records, where the AllSpark told me that Optimus had worked before the war. I smirked. The great Optimus Prime had been a librarian.

I even saw a version of an Earth….daycare? Sparklings, younglings, and a few grown mechs and femmes were out in a playground made of metal (like everything else). There was a weird version of swings, see saw, slide, and more.

Interested, I drifted closer. I looked at every sparkling, and knew each of their names. I stopped short when I recognized two sparklings that seemed to be best friends. It was Jazz and Optimus. I knew they had been long time friends, but….this was a long time. They were playing a game of tag, it looked like. Optimus was red and blue, but without the flame design. Jazz was still silver, with a bright blue visor and little audio horns. I couldn't help but think they looked cute.

Just as I started to drift closer to watch, the AllSpark pulled me back. That's enough for now, little one. I heard a voice.

I stopped short. Had I just heard the AllSpark speak? To me?

Most certainly strange.

But I didn't have time to think about it, because at that moment, the AllSpark decided it was time for me to wake up.

I felt my self wake up, but I didn't open my eyes. Everything was quiet, save the occasional beep. There was that clean smell, like a hospital. Or a Med Bay. I was freaking hot, too. There was something, blankets most likely, laying on top of me.

I tried to move my hand, but it felt as heavy as a sledge hammer. I sighed and waited, my eyes still closed.

So, I thought, let's think about why your in this position, Me.

Jazz. I had resurrected Jazz or at least I thought I had. Something could've gone wrong, or all that energy wasn't enough to support Jazz's new spark and he never made it back from the Matrix. I wondered how many people I woke up. Hmm. Now that's something I'd like to know.

I tried humming a song, but my throat felt raspy, so I settled for playing it in my mind. After ten minutes, I was able to finally lift the damn blankets that felt like they weighed 50 pounds. Slowly, I slid across the metal berth. All of my clothes and my hair were soaked from sweat. I was going to kill whoever thought it was okay to put twenty blankets on me.

It was only when the sweat started to chill my skin did I grab one of the blankets, deciding that maybe it had been a good thing that they had put a blanket on me.

Looking over the edge, I considered transwarping, but after checking my energy readings, I decided that maybe that wouldn't be the best decision. So, instead I jumped, which made the blanket spread out like a cape.

I landed pretty softly, only making a soft thump sound. Then I began my way across the Med Bay to the doors.

Soon I was outside and heading to the cafeteria, with the blanket draped around me like a cloak. I probably looked like a friggin' ghost with black sweaty hair. I grimaced. I needed a shower. Right after I ate something.

Only then did I consider if I should've talked to Ratchet first. What time was it? I looked at clock on the wall of the hall way. 10:14. Morning or night?

Shrugging, I continued. I saw a few groups of Autobots and soldiers, but I easily avoided them. I didn't want to be seen. The dreams I had had made me want to be alone. Only once did a lone soldier see me, and he must've been a new recruit, because when he saw me, he dropped the clipboard he was holding and took off in the opposite direction. That made me crack a weak smile.

After a few minutes of avoiding people and aliens, I finally found the cafeteria. It was empty, which probably meant that either it was nighttime, almost 24 hours since I had passed out, or the soldiers ate a really early breakfast. Judging by the quiet of the base, I'm guessing it was nighttime. I really had slept along time, if that was the case.

I easily broke the code on the kitchen door with a small shock of AllSpark energy. It was pretty neat. After doing that, I went in and started searching the refrigerators.

Two bananas and three warmed-up hamburger patties later…

I was still stuffing my face when all of a sudden the kitchen door burst open and in came 5 men in SWAT gear, all of them with guns pointed at me. I froze with my fourth hamburger patty halfway in my mouth.

Then I recognized Simmons as the one man in front. He was staring at me shocked. "Nicole?"

I stuffed the rest of the patty in my mouth and wiggled my fingers at him. "Boo. I'm a ghost."

Several questions and shouted sentences later, I was sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria, eating a ham sandwich I had found in plastic wrap. Wasn't that bad of a sandwich, really.

Everyone was glaring at me, including Simmons. I stared back. "What?" I asked, still holding the sandwich. He glanced at said food, then continued to glare at me.

I looked at the sandwich, then held it out to him. "Bite?"

Simmons looked aghast at me. "Young lady, you are in a lot of trouble!"

I shrugged and took another bite. "Your loss."

In the end, Simmons threw his hands up and walked out of the cafeteria, leaving me with a bunch of unfamiliar soldiers.

After I finished my sandwich, I checked my energy levels, then transwarped back to the kitchen, grabbed a water bottle, and transwarped back before the soldiers noticed.

Not long after that, the door burst open, and in walked a pissed off Ratchet, Barricade, Bumblebee, and Ironhide.

Well, I'm in deep shit, I thought as they all started yelling at once.

It was actually interesting to watch them shout about something different at the same time. Ratchet was yelling that I should've informed someone that I was awake, and should've waited to eat under his direction. Barricade was saying that he had been worried out of his processor when he heard what I had done, and had nearly had a spark attack when I had disappeared. Bumblebee was yelling that I didn't know how much trouble that I had caused around the base, with the whole-resurrecting-Jazz thing(so it had worked; I was pleased with my self). I noted sourly that he didn't say a thing about how worried he had been, even if he had been worried.

Ironhide was the funniest though. He would start shouting about me being in so much trouble, then would start stuttering because he was so mad, and then start all over again, but he would be saying how fragging worried they had all been. Then he'd start stuttering again.

What I would've given for a camera.

I just sat through it calmly. I felt strangely…..happy. Happy and enlightened. But then I noticed with a small frown that my water bottle was empty, and transwarped to get another one. Not a thing had changed when I got back.

After a few minutes, they finally shut up, their fans in overdrive trying to cool them all off. They all glared at me.

Ironhide was the first to speak. "You are in so much trouble, Nicole Witwicky."

I smiled at them cheerfully. "I know."

They all gave me strange looks. Bumblebee asked, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, then wiggled my fingers at them and said, "Boo. I'm a ghost."

Then I erupted into a fit of giggles.

The more sensible part of me said, Ratchet must've drugged you. Oh great, my conscious thought. I'm going to act like a drunk Taylor.

Barricade looked at Ratchet accusingly. "You drugged her, didn't you?"

Bumblebee and Ironhide looked at Ratchet with the same accusingly look.

Ratchet glared back. "Maybe." When they continued to glare at him, he started to act defensive. "I only injected enough sedative so that she'd sleep longer and get more rest." He looked down at me, and I waved. "But, apparently, the AllSpark made the drugs ineffective, so she woke up early.

But I guess it didn't totally made the sedative ineffective, otherwise she wouldn't be acting like…."

"She was smoking crack?" I heard a familiar voice behind me, and I turned to see Leo.

I waved at him. "Hi, Leo. I'm a ghost."

"I see that…." He said sitting down beside me.

Barricade POV

I had to admit, the drugged-up Nicole was pretty strange.

I'd only seen her drunk once or twice, at parties, and even then she had kept it under control. Though I guess that was because the AllSpark had interfered with the effects of the liquor. Now, she acted happier than I'd ever seen her.

At the moment, she was experimenting the new power that had enabled her to bring Jazz back to life. She'd open her hand, and a small ball of energy would be sitting in her hand. Then she'd close it, and it'd be gone.

I still didn't understand why she kept saying, "Boo. I'm a ghost" to everyone. When the two soldiers, Lennox and Epps had walked up, she did the same thing. They thought she was drunk.

Ratchet and Ironhide were arguing about if he should've drugged her in the first place, Prime was trying to get them to stop, with a look on his faceplates that said he dealt with this often. Bumblebee was standing off to the side, watching Nicole make an idiot out of herself. I didn't understand why he hadn't talked to her since she had been found in the kitchen. He acted almost…..afraid to talk to her.

At that moment the cafeteria was flung open and a blonde blur ran in and shot straight over the table, tackling Nicole to the ground. After a second of her high-pitched squealing, Taylor finally got off Nicole, saying at least ten words a second. At first Nicole looked cross-eyed, then she stared at Taylor. Then she started laughing, not the weird giggling, but her more sober laugh.

Taylor stared at her, then helped her off the ground and hugged her again. "God dammit, Nicole. You scared me so much. You're a freakin' idiot."

"Boo. I'm a ghost," Nicole said, after hugging her back.

Taylor gave her a weird, then looked at Leo. "Is she drunk?"

The human shook his head. "Nope, just drugged up. It's actually pretty funny, considering the last time I saw her she was a kid."

Then the Transformer-sized door opened and Prowl and Jazz walked in. After seeing the bizarre scene in the cafeteria, they walked over to where we were.

Once again, Nicole greeted them by saying she was a ghost.

They stared at her for a moment, then Prowl looked at me. He looked a bit stunned. "What the frag is wrong with her?"

Jazz was still staring at Nicole, amused. "Releasin' all tha' energy musta messed her up a bit."

I sighed. "No, Ratchet had given her a drug so she might rest longer. But, apparently, the AllSpark made the drugs ineffective…" I watched as Nicole launched into another fit of giggles for no apparent reason. "Well, ineffective to some extent, at least."

Jazz smirked. "How long 'xactly will she act like this?"

"Ratchet said it should wear off soon."

"Hmm. Well, in tha' case I guess I better take a few pictures for black mail later-" He stopped as an empty water bottle hit him smack in the helm.

We all looked down at Nicole, who was scowling. "Jerk."

Jazz threw his hands up. "What the frag did ya do tha' for?"

She looked smug. "You didn't thank me for bringing you back to life."

Jazz's smiled and bent down to her level. "Well, let me thank ya then, for bringin' me back." He lightly tapped her head. "Much better than bein' in yer head the 'hole time."

She held her head. "Are you saying my head's not good enough for you?"

Prowl also bent down. "Thank you, Nicole." He said softly. "I will be forever in your debt for bringing Jazz back. If there is ever anything I can do for you, tell me."

Nicole smiled, looking almost sad. "Your both welcome. I'm sure that if the positions were switched, and 'Cade was dea-" She stopped, wincing, then said, "I'm sure if the positions were switched, and 'Cade was in Jazz's place, you would've done the same thing." At the mention of my name, she looked up and smiled at me. "Sorry for scaring you."

I sighed. "That's alright. You did the right thing, bringing back Jazz." I bent down and offered my servo to her, and she climb on, blanket and all. I put her on my shoulder. "Besides, it's really hard to stay mad at you when you act like your drunk."

She laughed, then leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Oh, come on, Barricade. I'm not that drugged up."

I smiled softly as she talked with Jazz and Prowl some more. Then I felt as if I was being watched, so I looked around. My smile vanished when I saw Bumblebee was watching me with a frown.

I sighed and forced myself to look away. I didn't know how I would prove that I really loved Nicole to him, but I would, one way or another.

Nicole POV

I rubbed my eyes, still sleepy.

After getting the damn mess settled, Ratchet had taken me back to the Med Bay, scanned me, and then deemed me perfectly healthy(aside from a case of stupidity, as he put it). Then Barricade and I went back to his quarters, and I slept off the effects of the drug till noon, at that point which Barricade had left to get more things settled out with Optimus. So I was all alone and dreaming more about Cybertron in it's Golden Age when Prowl walked in and woke me up, saying it was time for me to start working on controlling the AllSpark memories.

And now here I was, in the training room, with Prowl and Jazz.

The two mechs seemed joined at the hip, and I was guessing they were probably going to be like that for the rest of the time. It seemed they were trying to make up for whatever moment they had missed since Jazz had left with Optimus, Bumblebee, Ironhide, and Ratchet to find the AllSpark. Prowl seemed happier than I had ever seen him.

Several other Autobots and soldiers who had been training had stopped and walked over to watch us. Watch me, I reminded myself.

"Nicole, are you even listening?"

I was jerked out of my thoughts as Prowl frowned down at me. "Er, sorry Prowl. What did you say?"

I heard the Corvette twins behind me, snickering. "She was in a completely different world, Prowl. You might have to say things slowly." I heard Sunstreaker say.

I turned around and glared at him. "Shut it, Sunshine. I wouldn't be talking."

As I turned back around, I heard Sideswipe laughing at his twin, while Sunny started protesting at his nickname. "Okay, Prowl, I'm listening."

Prowl, instead of saying anything, frowned at the crowds behind me. "It is not logical to even try to help you while we have a crowd watching."

So instead of re-explaining to me what to do, he and Jazz shooed off the crowd. As it turned out, it didn't take as long as I thought it would. Most of the Autobots and soldiers had learned to fear Prowl's wrath, as Jazz jokingly put it later.

After that was taken care of, Prowl stood in front of me again. "Now," He said, irritated, "we can continue. Sit down."

Without asking every question that popped up in my mind, I sat criss-crossed on the floor. Prowl did the same, and Jazz started to when his optics went dark.

Then they onlined again and he sighed. "Sorry, Prowler, but Prime just asked me ta meet 'im in his office. Looks like I'll have ta miss out on this training session, Nicky." He said, smiling.

I scowled at him. "Please do not start that nickname, Jazz. Soon every one will be calling me that."

"Whatever ya say, Nicky." Then Jazz leaned down and kissed Prowl. "See ya later."

After Jazz had left, Prowl finally looked back to me. "Now, Nicole. Have you ever meditated?"

"Meditated? No."

He smiled. "Well, this might be hard on the first try, then. Meditation is supposed to help you get your thoughts in order. You need to close your optics first." I did. "Good. Now, clear every thought you have, and just let your mind be blank."

I tried, but things kept popping up. It was pretty damn hard, let me tell you. The AllSpark memories kept worming into my mind, and random thoughts, like about Barricade and Taylor went sailing through my mind.

I started to give up and opened my eyes, when Prowl said, "Whatever happens, keep your mind blank, and your eyes closed."

"But I can't!" I argued. "My damn mind wont stay blank."

I heard Prowl sigh. "Fine. Pretend there's a chalk board or slate in front of you. There's lot's of writing on it. Wipe your hand across it. Wherever you hand goes, the writing disappears."

I did as he said. It helped, and my mind went blank, letting myself relax.

Prowl watched Nicole. She had her eyes screwed shut, looking frustrated. Then all of a sudden, her faceplates relaxed.

Prowl smiled. She had done as he had said, and now she was in the meditation state. Or she was asleep. He frowned. Only one way to find out.

~Twins.~ He said through a comm. Link. ~I need you in the training room now.~

~I thought you kicked everyone's afts out.~ Prowl heard Sideswipe.

~This is an order.~

Prowl heard Sunstreaker snort. ~Fine. We'll be there.~

Fifteen minutes later(Prowl was sure they made him wait on purpose), the Twin of Terror walked in. They glanced at Nicole, then back to Prowl. "Did you finally get her to listen?" They both asked.

"Yes. But what I asked to come here for is that I need you to make as much noise as you can."

They both looked stunned. "What?" They asked simultaneously.

Then Sideswipe pointed at Nicole, who was still sitting on the ground, no have moved at all. "Won't that disturb her?"

Prowl shook his helm. "Not if she is doing it right. I just need you to make a lot of noise."

They both looked at him like he had gone insane. Finally Sunny seemed to realize that Prowl meant it. "What's in it for us?"

Prowl gave them a stern look. "If you value your high-grade stash, you'll do as I ask."

The twins glanced at each other, then nodded hastily.

Pleased with himself, Prowl began to walk out of the room. "Where are you going?" Sides asked.

Prowl stopped and half-turned back around. "I have reports to do, but I'll be watching from there." He answered, pointing to the security camera stationed in the far corner of the room. Then Prowl began to walk out the door. Suddenly he paused. "And whatever you do, don't touch her." He said, knowing they would anyway.

Then Prowl walked out.

For a moment, the twins just stood there, looking at the human girl on the ground.

"This….could be fun." Sunny said. Then they both grinned evilly.

Thirty minutes later…

Both twins glared at the girl on the ground.

So far, they had done target practice, set off several firecrackers and other fireworks they had bought, shouted at Nicole, wrestled, and even done a fragging simulation.

And she still hadn't moved.

It was like she couldn't hear them at all.

The only thing they hadn't done was touch her.

As if they had they same thought, they looked at each other. Then Sunny said, "I dare you to touch her."

Sides glared. "I dare you to."

Sunny snickered. "Scared?"

"Are you?" His twin asked.

Then they looked back at Nicole.

After a long moment, Sunny said, "Fine. We'll touch her at the same time."

Bending down, they both reached and poked her with a digit.

Suddenly her optics opened, and they were glowing a bright blue.

They both barely had time to say, "Frag" before she leapt up and touched them both, shocking them enough to knock them on their backs, unconscious.

Nicole looked down at them, then sat back down and resumed her meditating position.

Ratchet was wandering through the halls, currently looking for Ironhide who had missed his check up.

The one place he hadn't check was the training room.

Ratchet opened the door and stopped in surprise.

The Corvette twins were both on their backs, offline except for the occasional twitch or blue spark that bounced off their armor. Nicole was sitting in a meditating position with her eyes closed.

He blinked, then backed out of the room very slowly.

The medic probably should've checked on them, but it was probably just another stupid thing the twins had done that would just be a waste of his time. So he might just let whoever went in the training room next discover them, and act surprised when he heard about it.

Because as far as he was concerned, he hadn't seen anything.

In Prowl's office, Jazz was laughing his helm off.

"Primus, Prowler," He gasped, his vents trying to cool his systems off, "I hope ya recorded tha'."

"Don't worry, Jazz." Prowl said with a small smirk. "I recorded it. One day it might just….accidentally find it's way on an email to everyone in the base."

Hey guys, sorry that this chap is shorter than others, but I the next chapter is going to be my favorite so far. I'm going to introduce a new, crazy, and wild character. Oh, and Wal-Mart employees will hate me in the next chap.

NEXT CHAPTER: NICOLE, TAYLOR, BARRICADE, AND JAZZ TAKE A TRIP TO WAL-MART. THE MECHS LEARN NEVER TO LEAVE NICOLE AND TAYLOR ALONE IN SAID STORE.