Hey guyz! so i hope u like it so far, im on summer vaca so /hopefully/ ill be able to update more often XD

I have slight writers block so sorry if this isn't very good...

enjoy!

An explosion shook the ground. Something ripped a cut in my arm. Muffled yells reached my ears. I fought to stand, but the world spun and I found my self on my hands and knees. An anguished cry escaped my lips, and I struggled to keep the darkness at bay. The pain started to fade, and my body relaxed.

A bright light appeared through the blackness.

I knew I wasn't ready to go. Panic made my body spasm. Someone was calling my name. And a single phrase tore through my fading consciousness.

Not yet.

EARLIER THAT DAY

I sat on the folding table in Ratchet's temporary medbay. I have no idea how that thing could possible fold, but it somehow can. We have no patients, so I wasn't in anyone's way. I flipped through a few of my old magazines.

Damn, I must have a lot of these waiting at home.

EVERYBODY ELSE BROUGHT WINE. PERFECT.

I rolled my eyes at the Patron Tequila ad in one of my old Rolling Stones. I put it down and picked up a couple of my really, really, old ones, the ones I read in high school.

Seventeen, Teen Vogue...

I smiled slightly at the wrinkled issues, putting them back down to exchange them with an old Vanity Fair.

I heard heavy footsteps on hard-packed soil, then soft curses and rustling fabric. I glanced up with a smirk. Ratchet was struggling with the tent. Sideswipe was laughing at him. They'd probably been talking, and Ratchet hadn't watched where he was going. And knowing Sideswipe, he probably helped direct him into the closed tent.

"Real nice, Ratch!", I called over to them.

I heard one of the twins yell from a distance,"You got mad skills, man!"

"I swear to God, when did this damn thing get so...", Ratchet trailed off, searching for the appropriate word as he tried to remove his left arm from the top of the tent.

I heard Sideswipe chuckled,"You're caught on it, dumbass."

"Really?", Ratchet snapped sarcastically.

"Here." 'Swipe hit Ratchet's arm at the joint, causing the cache on his saw blade to come unhooked from the tent's roof.

"You son of a bitch..."

"Hey, I was only trying to...HEY!"

They disappeared. I went back to my magazine.

The rest of the day was pretty dull. I hung out with Bee, had lunch, accidentally killed a bird, lost the corpse, cried to Ratchet about it, yelled at Ratchet for saying it was 'just a stupid bird', apologized to Ratchet, took a nap, and had dinner.

So, yeah. Nothing weird.

I sat on my bed, staring at the tent roof. My walkie-talkie was on the cot next to me. I was due to be out on watch with Will any minute now.

Oh, speak of the devil.

"You, ready?"

"Yup." I stood and grabbed my walkie-talkie, and followed him out.

30 MINUTES LATER

"Yeah, I overreacted. I said I was sorry."

Will rolled his eyes. "Do you admit that you overreacted about losing your dead bird, or yelling at Ratchet?"

"Yelling at Ratchet! I mean, I killed a bird, and then, I couldn't even give it a funeral 'cause I lost it's body! Have you ever lost a corpse?"

"Well...not in the way your saying."

I shrugged. "Whatever." A crash echoed up ahead, far too close for comfort. I heard heavy footsteps drawing even closer and I froze. "What's...that...?"

"Guess." Will pulled out a gun and checked the bullets. He cursed. "Fuck. These will be useless, their regulars."

"You dumbass." I pulled out a walkie-talkie;Will grabbed it.

"Lennox to Prime."

"Prime here."

"I'm on watch with Mikaela, we have a 'Con, about fifteen yards, and we are virtually unarmed, requesting back-up."

There was a brief pause. "Ironhide and Ratchet are on their way."

He handed it back to me. "Now we just have to get away from this son of a bitch before he fries both our asses."

The 'Con appeared from behind a few trees.

"Goddamnit, it's Starscream. They better hurry their shit up.", I murmered, panic giving my voice an edge.

I could hear Starscream speaking in Cybertronian, probably to a few of his dumbass comrades.

We got our wits about us and did the smart thing.

We ran like hell.

I don't know how much longer it was when we could no longer see him behind us, when we thought we'd lost him. We stopped running, though we hardly could have kept going anyway. Each breath tore at my lungs, my entire body was cramping up, and I was covered in sweat, dirt, and a few bruises and scrapes from falling over.

I tried to straighten up, cracking my back painfully.

"Goddamn, I'm gonna be feeling this shit tomorrow."

Will looked up. Our eyes met.

We both started to laugh.

I don't really know what was funny. Perhaps nothing was. Maybe it was just stress. But we were laughing out asses off.

When I could finally calm down, I sat on the ground, leaning against a tree. Will sat beside me. For the moment, we were safe.

For the moment.

I heard a plasma cannon firing distantly. A large whole was shot in a nearby tree. Will and I stood.

My walkie-talkie hissed. Optimus's voice came through.

"Hellfire is in enemy posession. Autobots, pursue."

We heard two heavy sets of footsteps slowly beginning to fade. However, one remained. Whether we liked it or not, we were on our own.

We could hear Starscream mumbling to himself.

"Don't think you've gotten away...I can feel you...I can smell you...Ah ha..."

A tree fell, literally brushing my arm, leaving a long bruising scrape. Starscream's hulking form appeared, charging towards us. Will started to turn around, pulling me with him. Starscream grabbed Will, tossing him off to the side like nothing.

I screamed his name. Something cam flying out from little ways over, landing not too far away from me.

An explosion shook the ground. Something ripped a cut in my arm. Muffled yells reached my ears. I fought to stand, but the world spun and I found my self on my hands and knees. An anguished cry escaped my lips, and I struggled to keep the darkness at bay. The pain started to fade, and my body relaxed.

A bright light appeared through the blackness.

I knew I wasn't ready to go. Panic made my body spasm. Someone was calling my name. And a single phrase tore through my fading consciousness.

Not yet.

I have absolutely no idea how, but I fought the dark away from my eyes. I almost smiled as I found I could sit up, but vicious pain shot through my entire being. I remained upright.

A foggy, gargantuan shape covered my vision. Something sharp pinned me to the ground. It was shouting at me, but my hearing was muffled from the explosion.

It shook me. My ears began to work again, and my eyes began to return to focus.

"Where is it, you ignorant girl! Where?"

"What?"

"The shard! You have a shard of the Allspark! Where is it?", Starscream seethed.

"What's it to you?" I sounded a lot less calm than it did in my head, because my voice shook with fear and general pain.

"Everything. Now tell me where it is, you insolent girl!"

I laughed shakily at him. "You're gonna have to do better than that, asshole."

Starscream's face contorted even further with rage. His plasma cannon appeared on his arm, and he raised it to point directly at me.

"This is your last chance.", he hissed.

"Okay, okay... God. I'll tell you where."

"Where the hell is it?"

"Up your ass, retard."

The plasma cannon began to whir, growing brighter. It was about to fire. I closed my eyes. Does it hurt to die?

Starscream fired. At nearly the same time, a similar noise sounded in the distance.

The shot didn't come. I opened my eyes, confused. As I did that, Starscream was ripped off of me. I looked around.

Before I'd even started to stand, Bumblebee picked me up. He was racing in no particular direction, but damn, was he going fast...

Bee shot blindly behind him with the plasma cannon. Starscream was gaining on us. Bee is far from stupid, he knew he couldn't take Starscream. He's the freakin SiC of the entire Decepticon army, or whatever the hell it it is.

Bee shot again, and this time I heard it make contact. Starsceam grunted and fell back. Bee didn't stop, though. He took the long way back to camp.

When we arrived back at camp, the place was a reck. Practically everything was destroyed. The Hellfire was gone. We'd failed.

Ratchet was working diligently, and he was extremely busy. All of the Autobots and huge chunk of the humans needed attention.

I turned to Bee. "What happened...?"

Bee looked excited. His radio turned on. "-kicked ass-faster than a speeding bullet-right out of the way!"

I thought about it. "Oh...my...God... Did you shoot the cannon-thingy out of the air?"

He nodded, looking extremely pleased with himself.

I beamed at him. "That is so kick-ass!"

He nodded happily. I laughed.

"Thanks, Bee."

He looked sheepish. The radio turned back on. "Not a big deal."

I smiled at him. "I don't care what you say, I owe you. Come one, I have to go help Ratchet anyway."

He let out his characteristic whine in protest. I chuckled.

"Don't fuck with me, Bee. And you know that if you don't go over there, he'll come find you, and heads will roll."

Bee looked alarmed.

"It's a metaphor. I mean he'll be pissed."

Bee relaxed. I shook my head with a smirk. "Let's go."

He let out a sigh-like breath through his air vents and followed me sullenly with sunken shoulders.

Ratchet looked up from Ironhide with tired optics. I wondered when he'd last recharged.

He looked back to Ironhide, picking up a wrench. He messed with something on 'Hide's leg, around the joint.

Ironhide jerked, and Ratchet said something to him, and Ironhide stood up with a nod. He walked away and Ratchet straightened up. He looked distracted. He constantly glanced towards the trees.

Bee approached Ratchet. Ratchet looked like he was about to snap at him, but suddenly stopped.

"Sit down. Did you find her?" I wondered who he was talking about.

Bee nodded as Ratchet turned on his scanners.

"Where is she? Is she okay?"

Bee shrugged. Ratchet sighed. "You have a few snapped wires in each of your leg joints. How long have you been running?"

Bee shrugged again. Ratchet shook his head. "You'll be fine, they'll regenerate during the twelve-hour timed recharge you are about to take. Off you go." Bee ran off.

He looked around, trying to tell who needed his attention most. I stepped up to him. "Hey, Ratch. Need any help?"

He whirled around faster than I'd ever seen him do;I must've really startled him. I narrowed my eyes at him. He must not have recharged in a while. He should be able to pick me up on his scanners whenever I'm around.

"Thank Primus." He dropped to his knees. "What the hell happened?" I felt an odd tickling sensation as he scanned me.

I shrugged. "Will and I ran into Starscream." I froze. Will. "Have you seen Will? Is he okay? I don't know if Bee saw him, oh, God, I hope Starscream didn't get him. Ohmygod, what if he's dead? I am the worst friend ever..." I trailed off, now in the verge of tears.

"Primus, 'Kaela, he's fine. Bee brought him back before he went out to find you. He has a concussion and a broken arm, but he's awake and he's perfectly fine."

I sighed, relieved. "Okay, then."

"Now, you, however, are a little less than fine. You have a sprained ankle, a fractured wrist, traces of shrapnel in your left arm, and excessive severe bruising. What the slagging hell happened?"

"Something...odd..."

"Well, you can tell me later. First things first, I have to get rid of the shrapnel...", he trailed off momentarily,"I'm not going to lie, this will hurt. We don't have any anesthetics..."

I nodded. "It's okay. I can deal."

He hesitated, than pressed one large finger to my arm. A surge of some kind of burning electricity shot through my arm, leaving an agonizing pain behind. I drew a ragged breath, chewing on my lip. After a few moments, the pain faded.

The rest was fairly simple. Ratchet bandaged my arm, and braced both my wrist and my ankle.

"Alright, then. You're going to have to let those bruises heal naturally, but you'll live."

I nodded. "Cause I was so worried."

"You know it. Send up Sideswipe, he doesn't look very good."

"Mm-hmm."

I sent Sideswipe over to Ratchet, and went to go see what was salvageable of my possessions.

To my horror, my clothes were basically a pile of ashes. I let out a frustrated sigh. Good thing I only brought by crappiest clothes on things like this...

Suddenly, a thought stuck my mind. Oh, no, oh, God, no...

I dug through my bag hardly noticing the sparks burning my hands, or the warmth of the recently-cooled ashes.

"No, no, no...", I continued to dig in the bag, fighting back tears. In the very bottom of the bag, I found it.

As I picked up the badly damaged photo, it crumbled to dust in my hands.

My only picture of me and my father. Gone.

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