hey guys. So i hope u like this, idk how good this is, it might turn out kind of stupid, idk. it also might seem a little rushed, i'm a lil impatient because just as i realized I hadn't saved it for at least a few thousand words, the internet quit and i lost EVERYTHING, god i'm still pissed, but anyway, ill try my best, second time around.

thoughts

'song lyrics'

"cellphone"

autobot comm line

enjoy!

It was dark. I couldn't see, couldn't even feel, but I heard everything around me.

"Is she awake?"

"No, my Lord."

"Has the doctor examined her?"

"Yes, my Lord."

So repetitive. "And?"

"She is not permanently damaged, sir. Simply unconscious, as the humans call it."

"Human. What a ludicrous name for a species. Call me when she wakes."

"Yes, sir."

I think it was a few hours later when I realized I could open my eyes. There was nobody there. I supposed I should be thankful for that.

As if on cue, heavy footstep sounded outside. The door opened. Blackout entered, followed by Kickback. They took positions on either side of the door.

Their leader entered. He stared down at me with angry, red optics.

"Girl." Megatron addressed me. "What is your designation?"

"Why?"

"Call it curiosity. Answer me."

"Mikaela."

"Nonsensical excuse for a name."

Says you? "You asked."

"This is beside the point."

"What is the point, then? Why am I here?"

A small smirk donned his lip components. A his optics took on a glint that I really didn't like. "Curiosity."

I swallowed.

"Also, if you'd like to make this easier on yourself, you might hand over the Cube sliver now, rather than have me take it, which is a process you won't survive."

They hadn't taken it already? I fought back a smirk. I might've known why. With their incredibly large hands, I highly doubted that they'd be able to get it out of the pockets of these skin-tight jeans.

I pulled the tube out.

"Open it."

I clicked it open, dumping the sliver into my hand.

Oh, shit.

Images, symbols and blurry figures, flashed before my eyes. The sliver began to burn, but I refused to drop it.

A crazy idea crossed my mind. But right now it might be necessary.

I don't know how I knew, but the Hellfire would destroy the sliver if they came in contact. And I could see the tell-tale reddish glint in Megatron's Spark, which was now a little precariously exposed due to a fight, that told me where it was. That did suck. I mean, he was like, super-powerful. Oh, well. Another problem for another day.

I held the sliver up, as if offering it. As Megatron stepped forward even more, I threw it. It must have been a miracle, but it hit its target.

There was a loud sizzle, a grunt of pain from Megatron, and I could have laughed.

"Administer the sedative."

Something crawled up on my shoulder. A painful shot dove into my neck. Everything went black.

Over the next few days, that turned into weeks, I woke up every few hours. I was met with extreme pain, bright lights, loud voices, and the painful prick of another dose of the sedative. This was what Megatron meant by 'curiosity', I guessed.

When I finally actually woke up, it was dark again. I was alone, thankfully.

I stood up. I felt...weird. I felt stronger, leaner, more flexible, and almost as heavy as a feather. I was completely loaded with energy. And, I had another crazy idea.

I knocked on the door. I heard voices conversing in Cybertronian. I caught a few words. I began to freak out.

How the fuck can I understand them? What did they do to me? Was it the sliver? I held onto it for one hell of a long time...ohshitohshitohshit...

The door opened. Barricade.

"Is there a problem?"

The next thing I said was probably the line that I am the most proud of in my entire life. It has been in every action movie, swear to God. I had to fight a smile off my face.

I've always wanted to say something like this. I carefully made sure my voice wasn't going to crack, and sounded completely serious.

"There's about to be."

Will sighed for what must have been the fifteenth time that minute, burying his face in his hands. The computer was on, he was supposed to be tracking the tell-tale radioactive signatures of Decepticons in the Middle East. But he just didn't have the energy to.

With her gone, it didn't matter anymore.

He ran a hand through his hair, pulling out his wallet. He examined a picture.

He'd actually been the one to take it. It wasn't too long after she'd come to NEST. She wore a white tank-top, stained with dirt, or whatever the hell she got on it in Ratchet's med bay. She was beaming at the camera.

Will sighed again. "Where the hell are you, Mikaela?"

He put it away, glancing at the computer screen. Nothing had changed.

Nothing ever changes. This war would just go on and on, taking more and more victims. It wasn't even their war!

But he stopped that thought before it had even really formed. It was their war, now. And as of a few weeks ago, it had gotten personal.

A snide voice spoke at the back of his mind, sparking an inner battle.

Anything that concerns her is 'personal' for you.

We're just friends.

That's why you had sex, then?

It was an accident.

You wish it was more than an accident.

Will decided the voice had crossed the line, and proceeded to give it the silent treatment.

He looked around the room boredly. It was very plain. Hardly anything in it except for a desk, cement walls and floor. He sighed. It didn't matter.

Nothing matters to you unless she's got something to do to it.

...you mean 'with', right? Not 'to'?

No. I mean 'to'.

Slightly disgusted, Will decided the voice had once again crossed the line.

The phone rang. Will groaned as he picked it up. It better as hell not be Mearing again...

"Hello?"

"Will? Oh, thank God, Will!"

He fell out of his seat. Literally. "Mikaela?"

"Yes! Ohmygod, I missed you!"

"We all did, my God, where are you?"

"I have no idea. Can you track a pay phone?"

"Yeah...I can..."

"So?"

"Gimme a second. Are you hurt?"

"Uh...I don't know."

"How can you not know?"

"I just don't, but I have to see Ratchet the moment I get there. It's really important."

"Why?"

"It just is."

"Are you sure you don't want to see one of our medics...?"

"Yes. Definitely."

"Alright, I have it. I'll be there in half an hour to an hour. Stay right there."

"I will."

"I'll be there soon."

"Bye."

Will hung up slightly regretfully. 'Bye' was one of the words that he hated to hear her say.

You love her.

Shut your mouth before I do it for you.

I am you. To do that would be to shut your own mouth for you. And why so defensive?

I just wanted to make it clear to myself that it wasn't true.

Why would you do that? It is.

Will proceeded to ignore the voice. For the third time, the ethereal voice had crossed the line.

I almost jumped out of the truck, I was so happy to be back home. After a few moments, however, I sort of wished I hadn't.

A thousand confused voices were suddenly surrounding me. I was swept into a hug from Epps, people were shouting, and heavy footsteps indicated a few Autobots were approaching to see what was warranting such an uproar.

Will came around the side of the car. "Hey, hey, back off, she just got back, Jesus." Epps set me down, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Sorry, 'Kaela, just, when I heard you were gone, I realized I never said I was sorry..."

"It's cool, really."

He nodded gratefully. "Thanks." He wandered off.

Bumblebee and Sideswipe were rounding the corner, curious expressions donning both of their face plates.

Bumblebee's optics zoned in on me almost immediately. I had no idea how they did it so fast, but suddenly, both of them were right next to me, Sideswipe excitedly telling me about how he'd thrown a wrench at the back to Ratchet's head, and Bumblebee sweeping me up into a huge hug.

A tear escaped my eye. "I missed you, too, Bee."

He gave me an extra-tight squeeze and gently put me down back next to Will.

"Where's Ratchet?"

Sides rolled his optics. "Where do ya think?"

"Has he been recharging reasonably?"

Bee and Sides exchanged a glance. Bee's radio came to life. "Not exactly.", a young male voice stated.

"Do you know how long it's been since he last did?"

Sides shrugged. "Don't know, less than a cyb...uh...a week."

"Well, I needed to see him anyway."

Bee's radio turned on again. "Leeeeeeeeet's go!" He rapidly turned it back off again as the 'Dora the Explorer' theme song began.

Sides hesitated. "I'd go with, but I can't...I think Ratchet might-"

"Weld your helm to your aft, we've all heard it before." I turned to Will. I hugged him tightly, kissing his slightly stubbly cheek. "Thanks.", I whispered.

His cheeks went scarlet, and I turned and climbed into Bee's hand. As he turned and started towards the medical wing, Jill Valentine's voice came from his speakers. "What did they do to you?"

"I loved that movie!"

In a rare moment, Bee's real voice came through. "Mikaela!"

I sighed. "I don't know. I feel weird, but it's kind of a good weird."

Bee gave a noise that sounded slightly like a cough. "Neither do I. My scanners pick up that something is different, but as a scout, they do not have the option to be as in-depth as to tell what."

I pursed my lips. "Don't hurt yourself."

He nodded. A random singer came through the speakers. "Here..."

He pushed the med bay door open, setting me on the examination table. His radio switched on. "You've got a new...patient." He paused as he switched channels.

Ratchet turned around. "Wha-" He suddenly stopped optics settling on me. "Primus, Mikaela?" He examined me carefully, but I could tell he hadn't done a scan.

"Yep."

A smile broke across his features. He picked me up, similarly to as Bumblebee had done, who was, by the way, leaving at that moment, holding me close to his Spark.

"I'm so sorry, 'Kaela. I should have gone with you."

I fought back tears. "It's not your fault."

He didn't answer, and after a moment or two, placed me back on the table. "Are you hurt?"

"Well..."

His right hand moved to his temple as he did an in-depth scan. He looked shell-shocked. "What the slagging hell...? What in Primus's name did they do to you in there?"

"I don't know. Whats...what's wrong?"

He cycled air through his vents. "You've been infused with a mixture of a Cybertronian metal, and energon. There are a few other chemicals from this planet added in, that's one of the reasons your not dead..."

"What?"

"Every cell in your body... Your bones are still their in theory, but every surface is coated in metal. Your blood is still there, by technicality, but every cell is infused with energon. You're heart, and your brain...I can't really explain it. You're like a...hybrid... I've never seen anything like this, this is amazing... But not to you, obviously. I apologize. That was incredibly insensitive." He lowered his optics, looking abashed.

I sighed. "Can it be reversed?"

Ratchet didn't answer for a while. "I..."

I felt tears come into my eyes. "Okay. Okay, that's just great. Perfect."

"Mikaela..." He knelt down so he could look me in the eye. "I will do everything in my power to find away to fix this. I promise."

I nodded. "Thanks, Ratch."

He straightened up again. "How did you get out? For that matter, how did you get here?"

"Well, I got out...oddly...I guess you can thank whoever did this for that."

"How, though? If, obviously, you don't mind..."

"No, I don't... I kind of killed five..."

"So you had a human guard?"

"...Decepticons..."

"What? But you're uninjured! How...Primus..."

"Blackout, Barricade, Kickback, and two that I didn't recognize. And then I ran until I hit a city and called Will from a pay phone."

"Frag, thats...amazing..."

I gave him a look.

"Sorry, sorry...It is, though..."

I rolled my eyes. "It was weird, I woke up, feeling kind of like a badass, and then I just knocked on the door, and Barricade asked Kickback something about how 'should I open it?' and it was in Cybertronian, but I understood it! I don't know if that's from what they did to me or...that other thing."

His optics narrowed. "What other thing?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, my aft. What other thing?"

"Well, you know the cube sliver?"

"What happened to that, by the way?"

"I destroyed it... But the thing is...I kind of held onto it for, like, a really long time."

Ratchet groaned. "What the frag did you do that for?"

"Well, Megatron told me to open the tube-thing, so I did, and I grabbed it, and it started burning, but I didn't let go like Sam did, and then I made it burn up in the Hellfire."

"So, they used it on Megatron? Slaggit, that moron needs to...", he trailed off, unable to find the correct wording for what exactly he wanted Megatron to do.

"So, that's the other thing."

Ratchet cycled air through his vents. "You shouldn't have had to do that. Any of that. Just please tell me you weren't conscious when they did...that?"

I hesitated. "I wasn't really, every now and then for a few seconds, and they gave me another shot of the sedative."

Ratchet nodded. "Well, I need to make a report. Will you be alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine...I'll probably be in the rec room."

"Alright."

I jumped down from the med bay table, not really thinking about how badly that may have injured me in the past, landing behind Ratchet, and strolled out of the med bay.

I didn't know it, but behind me, the medic watched me with sad optics.

Ratchet rapped his fingers on the table before turned to also leave the med bay.

What will become of her?

i hope u liked it, i don't know how good this is, but seriously, if something isn't good, I want to know! so thx for reading, rreviews are appreciated.