A/N I'm so happy that I got to see 'Alice in Wonderland' on Monday! Sooo good :3 Chessur, Mallymkun, Thackery, and Nivens are my favorites. I seem to be liking minor characters lately... But of course, Helena Bonham Carter and Johnny Depp were amazing! I also enjoyed Alan Rickman as The Caterpillar.

This chapter is for Rainspiral who wanted shooting stars. And thanks for the list of ideas!

OMG, I just realized that I started this series (meaning 'So Believe') a year and ten days ago! Weee, I'm so proud of myself right now!

STUFF AT THE END YOU SHOULD READ IF YOU WANT TO BE UP TO DATE AND NOT BE A LAME-O.

Chapter 17 Wish Upon a Star

"C'mon you stupid cat! Get in! It's cold out here!" I shouted into the dark night. My weight shifted from foot to foot and I rubbed my cold arms.

A dark shape, darker than its surroundings, moved across one of the flower beds. I rolled my eyes, "Cosmo! Get over here!" Surprisingly, the shape complied and scampered over to me. As the black and white cat approached me, he let out a mrrow of greeting before going inside. Stupid cat.

I subconsciously looked up at the starry night before turning to go in. But I stopped at the door. Did I just see…? Turning back around, I looked up again. Something had caught my eye and- oh! There it was! A shooting star!

I smiled to myself before pondering over what to wish for. Having come up with one that satisfied me, I whispered it to the night, keeping my eyes on the shooting star the whole time.

Once it was out of sight, I remembered how cold I was and went back inside.

The next day I made it my mission to find Wheeljack. I had wondered in bed the previous night if he had seen the shooting star. Being a scientist/inventor/smart-y pants, I thought he would find them 'fascinating' and 'intriging'. Unfortunately, that wasn't the exact reaction I got when I found him.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hello, Paris."

"Didja see the shooting star last night?"

Wheeljack stopped fiddling with his stuff and gave me a confused look, "Shooting what?"

"Shooting star? I saw it around ten o'clock last night. It was really cool!"

"Impossible," Wheeljack waved me off.

"What?" I squeaked. "I thought you liked that kind of stuff!"

The 'bot sighed, "What you humans refer to as 'shooting stars' are no more than pieces of space rock hurtling towards the earth. Of course, most of the time, they burn up in the atmosphere before they get the chance to actually make it here."

Frowning, I thought Wheeljack's response over in my head. He didn't have to be so rude about it. But, really, what did I expect? "Well, it's still fun to call them shooting stars and wish on them."

"And a burning hot piece of rock is supposed to grant wishes of every single person who sees it?"

"…Geez, just ruin all my fun."

Sometimes Wheeljack is too much like Prowl.

Poll Results: Should I write a story about some of the Autobots, using holoforms, meeting the rest of Paris' family?

Yes! – 75%

Aw, hell no! – 12%

I don't care – 12%

So, it is in favor that I write the story! As result, this story right here will be on hold until 'Meet the Family' is complete!

Thank you!

Reviews are love.

-Panic Switch