A/N The first chapter to 'Pathways', sequel to 'So Believe', will be up soon! So, be on the lookout for it!

In the mean time, this story will continue on and fill in the gaps between the other two. And remember, give me crazy ideas! Leave them in your review!

Ch. 6 Stupid Tactician

About a week after the new group of Autobots arrived, I made a decision. I, for the time being at least, did not like Prowl.

It wasn't because he was strict or that he had little tolerance for anything fun, because I was perfectly fine with that.

No, it was because he had sent the twins out to do a patrol (a totally unnecessary one) and specifically told them to leave me behind. So, the two Autobots that I was closest with were not there to keep me company.

Now, I have no problem with Jazz, in fact I had planned to seek him out, but Prowl had him filling out reports and said that he 'couldn't be bothered until they were done'. …Stupid tactician.

I grumbled to myself as I paced the length of the hallway, trying to figure out who I could hang out with. All of the new 'Bots were out of the question. I can be very shy at times, and didn't feel all that comfortable around them yet. If I had to interact with any of them, they would have to make the first move.

Ironhide, was a no. He was with Will- er, Captain Lennox. Optimus, as if. He wasn't really high up on my ''Bots to Hang Out With' list. The whole 'leader of the Autobots' thing made him kinda intimidating to me. Ratchet was… well, Ratchet. He was in Hatchet mode that day, and I wasn't going to be the one to bother him.

I let out a groan of frustration and kicked at the ground. Once again, stupid tactician!

My rantings to myself were cut off as I heard footsteps coming near me. Instinctively, I jumped to the side of the hallway to avoid being stepped on.

As I suspected, I saw Wheeljack coming down the hallway with an armful of doo-dads. I had only encountered him once before when he had asked me all kinds of questions about humans (most of which I couldn't answer, and promptly told him to look it up). He had been friendly, and that's what mattered at the moment.

"Hey!"

Wheeljack stopped in his tracks and looked around. Confusion was evident on his face when he didn't see anyone. "Hello? Is that you Mirage?"

I stifled a laugh. "Down here!"

The inventor scanned the ground with his optics, stopping when he spotted me. "Ah, hello Paris."

I nodded back to him. "So, whatcha got there?" I asked, referring to the objects he was carrying.

"Oh, just some military weapons and computer systems. I wanted to experiment on some of them, and was on my way to the lab," Wheeljack explained.

Before he could turn away, or say anything else, I clasped me hands together and said, "Can I come with you?"

"Well…" he said slowly.

"Please?" I pouted my lower lip for emphasis. "I won't bother you, I swear."

Wheeljack sighed in defeat, "If you really want to, I guess it's alright." With that, he continued to walk down the hall at a slow pace, so that I could keep up. I smirked to myself as he turned away. Sure, I had to demean myself to giving him the puppy-dog face, but at least it would be worth it.

I really only half listened to Wheeljack as he rambled on about what he was doing. Most of the stuff he said sounded suspiciously like gibberish anyways, so I wasn't missing out on anything. But, I nodded and said 'Uh-huh' in all of the appropriate places.

Wheeljack was very nice and friendly, and being an inventor made him extra cool. I smiled to myself at that thought and began to wonder the others were like.

My thoughts were interrupted when Wheeljack looked up from whatever he was doing. "Do you hear that?" he whispered.

I cocked my head to the side for moment, and heard a soft humming noise.

"You mean that humming sound?" I replied.

"Yes…" Wheeljack and I remained quiet as we listened to the noise, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Soon, I realized that it was getting louder.

All of a sudden Wheeljack's optics widened. "Take cover!" he shouted as he scooped me up.

The humming got louder as Wheeljack turned his back to the workplace. But before he could put much distance between us and the table, a loud explosion sounded.

Wheeljack stumbled forward a bit, due to the blast, and I held onto hand for dear life. Thankfully, he caught himself and straightened up.

He turned back around to see the damage, and my eyes widened a bit at the sight. The pile of gadgets Wheeljack had brought back earlier was now strewn across the table. Some of the things were charred black, and others were dangling off the side of the table. Looking up, there was a black spot on the ceiling, as well as a few cracks.

"Are you alright?" Wheeljack asked cautiously.

I began laughing crazily, much to his surprise. "That was awesome!" I practically shouted. "The Mythbusters would totally love you!"

Oh, I just love Wheeljack! And Blurr, and Mirage, and Jazz, and (of course) the Lambo twins. And many others, haha.

The next chapter should be up in a day or two since I already have about half of it written. REMEMBER: Leave your ideas in a review. What would you like to see happen?

-Panic Switch