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The Cybertronian paused in front of the largest door I've ever seen. My eyes widened when the door slid open, revealing an anteroom of pulsating green, purple, and red wires. Large black screens hung over the tables and various tools lay on large cabinets. The Cybertronian walked into the anteroom without a second hesitance. He walked through this room until he reached another room with a large table, lamp, and a few other things. Then the Cybertronian laid his hand on the table and waited until I had got off before removing his hand. The Cybertronian watched as I looked around the table I was on. Various items were scattered around here and there. "Fleshing." The Cybertronian said, getting my attention with a wave of his large servo. "I am designated Ratchet. I am the Chief Medical Officer."

The Cybertronian, Ratchet waited for me to say something. "Joyce Miller." I said, very hoarse from crying and screaming. I was thirsty from doing all of that, but I was too scared. I didn't want to say anything to the Cybertro-Ratchet.

"Are you all right? You are showing signs of high blood pressure and extreme distress." Ratchet said.

I just stared up at him, not saying anything.

"Signs of high blood pressure and distress is a sign of fear."

I still just stood there, my lip trembling. "G-Go h-home, n-now?"

"You must wait until our esteemed Prime comes to be given permission to go home." Ratchet said.

"S-Sunstreaker s-said I c-could g-go h-home."

"The decision lies with him."

I swallowed, my throat dry. I had wanted to cry some more, but I was so dried out and tired. "I-I'm t-thirsty."

Ratchet turned around and went to this device. I heard some water being run from somewhere. When Ratchet turned around, there was a large cube filled to the brim with water. He then drew out a small cup of some sort out of subspace. Placing the cube in front of me, I jumped away from the cube before thirst got to me even more. I lunged toward the cube, drinking first and then washing my arms and face. I heard thundering footsteps and then a loud buzz which caused me to cover my ears. Ratchet said, "Come in, Optimus Prime."

A new Cybertronian walked into the room. I did a double take because he was huger than the others. I backed away, gasping for air, and then stumbled over my own two feet. I landed on my backside again. I felt my heart pounding. The Cybertronian had an air of authority surrounding him. This Cybertronian had red flames all over his 'armor' and blue coloring. His blue optics studied my fearful expression. "Youngling. No need to fear us." Optimus Prime's deep voice said. It would have been soothing, his voice, I mean. It would've been soothing if they didn't take over our world. I just stared and felt smaller than before.

"This is a youngling, Ratchet."

"I know." Ratchet said. "According to Sunstreaker, she was the one who wrote a note and they reacted. There was a man on-board the bus, taking them hostage."

"The rebels are getting more and more desperate for recruits." Optimus Prime said, still looking at me with his optics. "The bus, I assume, was filled with human younglings."

"Yes sir."

"Easy way to get recruits."

I shivered under his gaze. "Ratchet. It seems our human subjects are hiding things from us. I will get with Prowl to discuss this."

"What about the human youngling, here?" Ratchet indicated.

"Assign her quarters for the time being."

I shook my head. I didn't want to stay here! "N-NO!" I shouted, finally finding my voice. "L-Let me go! I won't tell!" I pleaded. "Sunstreaker promised! I could go home! Please! I won't tell anyone."

Optimus Prime turned back to the human youngling and shook his head. "I am sorry. You will remain here until we find out what the rebels wanted with you."

"No! I-Please just listen to me! I promise I'll-"

"No human youngling." The Prime said, shaking his head.

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Optimus Prime left the room before the human youngling could protest again. He had to get down to the bottom of this and commed Prowl. Prowl answered his comm immediately. "Prowl. You know that human youngling we brought in?"

"Yes sir."

"Could you find her parents' files and see if they're active members of the rebels? If so, let me know."

"Yes sir. I will do so. What are we going to do with the human youngling?"

"I have her assigned to quarters for the duration of her stay."

"Very well sir. Should I post guards?"

Optimus Prime considered the question. "No. I will appoint her a guardian. A guardian might help her if she wants to leave her room."

"Yes sir."

Optimus Prime said, walking into his office. "I regret doing this to human younglings, Prowl. I really do."

"It is understandable, seeing those poor human younglings being put through these sessions. Are you going to question her?"

"I will when she is not so upset, Prowl."

"It will work out." Prowl said.

"I am sure it will."

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