Three weeks passed nearly uneventfully. Except, Will's insistance for spying on Luke and Leon while they ate in the cafeteria, and the arrival of Prowl, Wheeljack and First Aid.

Prowl was Optimus's SIC, and it didn't take long for Leon to figure out the police cruiser would offline quite easily.

First Aid was sweet, according to Ellie, who worked with him the most considering she was a medic herself. He was Jolt's superior, having started his apprenticeship under Ratchet while still on Cybertron.

Wheeljack was a scientist. A mad one. But he was a nice mad scientist, and that was the only way to describe him.

And despite Leon's attempts on getting away from Luke, he persisted and was bordering on stalking. But Leon was now handling Autobot alt forms and any attentions from the media.

But nothing terribly entertaining happened within those three weeks.

"Leon, come here a moment." Luke called the mechanic from her spot in the corner, going over a data pad. She sighed, and grumbling under her breath, stomped over.

"What?"

"I've just gotten a request to attend a series of parties in Europe."

"Great. Why are you telling me?" She crossed her arms, and stepped away slightly.

"Because you are coming with me, of course! I can't go without you!" The dark eyed male smiled pleasantly and Leon shivered, lifting her arms in an X-shape.

"No. I'm not going. And you can't get me anywhere near a plane. Or a dress. I refuse."

"I'm sorry, Leon. You don't have a choice. I've already gotten your uncle's permission."

Leon vanished suddenly, slamming the door behind her.

There were several people in the halls, but they plastered themselves to the walls as Leon strode by, fire in her eyes and a look to kill.

She kicked the training room door in and the soldiers inside trained their guns on her, instinct kicking in.

Her green glare honed in on Will, who was cowering slightly behind Epps.

"You." She snarled. "I'm going to fucking murder you!"

Will squeaked, bolting for the opposite side of the course they were training on, built to look like a city. Leon raced after him, sprinting over the fake rubble.

He dropped beneath a car, and Leon caught his ankle.

"You're sending me to Europe! With Luke! ON A FUCKING PLANE!" She screamed, driving her fist into his nose again and smirked when there was a sickening noise of the bone breaking.

"I'b sowwy." Will muttered, clutching his nose only to receive a punch to the gut. Ironhide snickered, and turned to the newest trainees.

"That is Leon Lennox." He informed them, completely ignoring the sounds of Will's beating. "She is the mechanic for the Autobots, and at the moment, Luke's assistant. Notice how she punches Lennox; who can tell me what he's doing wrong!?"

One of the younger males flinched as Leon kicked her uncle in the no-no zone, and lifted his hand.

"Yeah, you."

"Major Lennox is leaving himself open in several weak spots." He offered, wincing as the major yelped.

"Exactly! Hear that, Will! Listen to the newbies!"

"I'b a bit busy!" he screeched, in the process of scrambling away from his niece, who had somehow managed to get his pants.

"I hate you." Leon snarled, death glare fixed on the bruised and beatened Will across from her.

"Now, Leon," Luke placed a hand on her knee, and both the Lennox's moved their glares to the offending hand. "Be reasonable. Everything will be alright!"

Leon snarled, lifting her cuffed hands to his face.

"This is alright!?" She yelled, causing the other soldiers to snicker.

"It's for your own safety," Luke smiled reassuringly, moving his hand to the key he had tucked into his shirt pocket. Leon's eyes honed in on the movement, but her eyes went wide as the plane started up.

"Let me off!" She pleaded to her uncle, who looked pained as he shook his head.

"Please. Please don't make me do this. Let me off!" Leon's eyes filled with tears, and she struggled to hold them back.

"Leon, it's going to be alright!"

"I'm going to die, just like he did. Let me off, please!" She wailed, clutching her head, and drawing herself into a small ball the best she could.

"Leon, look at me." Will grabbed both of her hands. "Look at me. You are not going to die. These are the best piolets in the world, and Mirage, Bee, and Hide are in the back. None of them are going to let anything happen to you. Alright?"

"I still hate planes." Leon muttered, shivering as the engines began roaring. "Bolin died on a plane...coming to my birthday."

"I know, hun. I know." Luke looked at Will with confusion as he handed Leon a bottle of water and a pill from his pocket. Leon passed out quite quickly after she swallowed the pill.

"Bolin?" Epps poked Will, having returned from the cockpit in time to hear the last bit of the conversation.

"Bolin was her brother." Major Lennox sighed. "My sister-in-law, Maria, was pretty much barren, so she and John adopted a little Chinese boy when they were twenty."

"They were together pretty long, weren't they?" Robert hummed, leaning on his thighs.

"High school sweethearts. Bolin was their boy, and he was such a rascal. Out of the blue, Maria conceived."

"Leon."

"Exactly. Bolin was ten years older than her, and he loved her like she was the most precious thing in the world, which she was. She was a spitfire even when she was little. When Leon turned six, John and Maria died in action. Both were in the army, but John was a tank mechanic and Maria was a Captain. Bolin returned from college to take care of her. She was fourteen when he left for China to finish his schooling."

"I popped in from time to time to make sure she was alright, but she really missed Bolin. So, for her graduation present, I arranged for him to come back. She was so excited. And he left the day after her eighteenth birthday. Unfortunatly, the plane malfunctioned and crash. Bolin died, and so did everyone on the plane. By then she had taken over her father's autoshop, and was living with Ellie. Leon just started her college then. She's hated planes ever since."

"Poor kiddo." He winced as Leon's leg snapped out, colliding with his shin. "Never mind, forget I said anything. Did you give her Ratchet's pill?"

"Why do you think she's sleeping, dummy?" Will snorted, lounging comfortably in his seat.

"Oh. Right, I knew that. Ellie's not too happy about being left behind."

"She and Leon haven't been separated for a long time." Will shrugged, eyeing Luke as he went through his files.

"I know. I told her to focus on her studies. And keep the twins in line the best she could. Leon would have a fit if she knew they screwed themselves up again."

"No kidding."

"Your room, ma'am." The elegant bellhop placed her not-so-elegant duffal bag beside the door and smiled. "Please enjoy your stay. Maggiore Lennox and Capitano Epps are across the hall."

"Thanks." She muttered, handing him a tip and shutting the door. The hotel room was large, and could probably sleep ten people. A grin appeared on Leon's face as she noticed the alcohol fridge, and she darted for it.

No better way to get rid of jet lag then get herself piss drunk.