Has it been forever or what? I'm sorry, though. I'll be honest; I've been quite lazy and haven't had the motivation to make more fanfics. I'm actually stressing out over school because my mom totally hates Cs now. -_- I hope this chapter will make up for everything. I loved making it!

Chapter XII

Jazz pulled up to the rock wall where he claimed the Decepticons were hiding. Dina scolded him that they were in the middle of nowhere and did not see any giant robots that looked like they kidnapped a sixteen-year old girl. Prowl proved her wrong by stepping up to the wall and extended his hand, fazing right through it.

"Holograph," he said. "They must be running low on power if we're still able to sense them."

Dina stepped out from Jazz's passenger seat and looked at the wall. She had only seen things like this in movies before and wanted to at least be amazed at the technology, but since she was used to the two Autobots standing over her, she was used to being around anything weird.

"So, are we gonna hit these guys head-on?" she asked.

"We don't know how many there are," Prowl said. "I'll go in alone and try to sneak past them. If I don't come back in ten cycles, come in and get me." He walked into the wall.

Jazz sat on the ground with criss-crossed legs. Dina sat next to him and leaned on his knee. This was probably going to be the longest ten minutes of their lives.

"Wanna play I Spy?"

Isis sat on the floor of the cylinder. She was thinking about what the boy next to her said about being the sister of someone named Thomas. She knew she had a dog named Thomas, but that was about it. Figuring out that the boy was some sort of psychic he was probably off his game. Everything until the mention of Thomas was accurate. The thought of being told by a stranger that you had a brother was pretty scary, yet interesting if a psychic told you.

She tried pushing the thought away and focus on making an escape. As far as she could tell, the floor of the tube was bolted tight, the glass sides were a foot long and smooth that you couldn't climb it unless you were a master lizard. She looked at the boy and wondered how long he might've been here (and if the Decepticons ever fed him). A month in the least.

She heard a voice in her head to look up at the rock ceiling and she did. At first she didn't see anything, but her eyes changed as they had done before and saw the silhouette of Prowl crawling on the ceiling. She smiled and was about to call for him, then remembered that Starscream was still a little ways away. She sat down and looked away, pretending he wasn't there in case one of the hostage takers questioned what she was looking at.

Prowl saw the smile on her face before it went away and smirked. It was nostalgic to him, saving people. Elite Guards usually sent out cyber-ninjas to do the stealthy rescue missions. He never figured he would have to save someone this small from Decepticons.

He crawled until he was over the glass cylinder Isis was imprisoned in and softly reached his way to crouch on top of it. He looked around for a way to unscrew the top so he could fall in, catch Isis, and run back out. But the top was bolted tight as well, making the only way to get in there was if you had a blowtorch with you or something extremely sharp. What Prowl had was a couple of shurikens, but they would definitely make a noise. Maybe if he tried cutting through something less dense…

The ninja dropped slowly down to the side and tested the glass. It was not too thick to make a noise and thin enough for a Cybertronian to break through. He made a small hole at the bottom of it so Isis would climb through and held out his hand. Isis pointed to the sleeping boy next to her and clasped her hands together, asking if she could take him along. Prowl shook his head no, so she crossed her arms in rebellion. He sighed, rubs his fingers onto his fore-helm, then nodded. The girl smiled, lifted up the boy, and dragged him across the floor to Prowl's hand. Once he had both of them safe, he quietly tiptoed across the floor until he was safe outside the cave.

"Isis!" Dina exclaimed, running to her as Prowl put her on the ground. "I almost thought you were dead!"

"I'm not the dead one here." She pointed to the boy. "He kinda is."

Dina looked over at the fallen boy. Her eyes widened a bit and walked over to him. She touched him on the shoulder, causing him to reflex and grab her wrist.

"Hey! Let go!"

"Dina Ensley…" he spoke. "Friend of Isis', older sister of Jayden and Lindsey… and you're bilingual; English… and Spanish…"

Isis looked at her friend. "Okay, I knew you were half Hispanic, but you didn't tell me you were bilingual."

"I never told anyone," Dina said, a bit shocked. "Isis, who's this friend of yours?"

"Beats me. He hardly speaks, and when he does it sounds like he just came from running a marathon."

Prowl and Jazz looked at each other for a few seconds, then at the boy laying on the ground. Jazz knelt over him to get a better look.

"He's been drained," he said. "Almost dry."

"Then he have to get him somewhere safe. Quickly." Prowl transformed. "Isis!"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Take him to your house and feed him. He'll need-"

"Wait a second, chico!" Dina snapped. "You still owe us an explanation of what the hell's going on! Why are the Decepticons targeting us? How come this dude knows everything about us? And do you just love keeping people in the dark or what?"

"I'll explain later." The motorcycle took off down the mountain.

"That's what you said last time, you prick!"

"Dina, chill out, girl," Jazz said as he transformed. "When Prowl says he'll tell ya later, he's gonna tell ya later. Now get the stiff in here before the Decepticons realize you guys are missing."

Dina was about to shout a string of curses until Isis grabbed her arm to stop her and help carry the boy into the backseat. They laid him across and made sure he was secure in case a Decepticon tried to pursue them. The girls got in the front seat, and Jazz drove off.

"I'm not gonna wait for an explanation," Dina growled. "I want one right now! I've had a lot of shit happen to me, so before I have a nervous breakdown you better tell me what the hell's going on!"

Isis stared at the brown-haired girl. Being her best friend she knew Dina only cursed when she was extremely and totally mad, to the point where you think her head could explode. Her eyes were wide, her chest moved quickly, and her teeth were bared, gritted against each other. She looked at her hands to see them gripping into the leather seat, making Jazz whine a little. He told her to hang on for a little longer, which made Dina even more angry and grit her teeth so hard it was surprising she did not break those said bones.

Both girls fell asleep during the ride to…wherever they were going… and Isis woke up when Jazz had ran over a giant rock. Isis sat up and looked out the window, recognizing their surroundings as the darkest part of the woods where she and her friend first heard their robotic friends talk.

"What are we doing here?" she asked.

"Last time we were here, we were gonna see some friend of ours," Jazz answered. "We had ta stop and turn 'round because you two were already trippin' over our story."

Isis remembered. It seemed such a long time ago they were lost in the woods and found these two strange boys who claimed to be robots.

"Friends of yours? What's that mean?"

"Means there's more of us."

"Oh. Well that's terrific." As if there weren't too many frogs on the stump as it is…

"There's a story behind you two that you don't know about. And we're gonna tell you as soon as we find a safe spot."

"Or you could just stop now. Right here looks good. Right here is perfect!"

"Impatient?"

"And pissed."

Jazz called Prowl over their link and based off of Isis' nerve they decided to stop immediately. She woke up her friend and helped carry the third person from the backseat out to lay on a tree bark. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing them as a light yellow color.

"Looks like he's reviving," Prowl said, looking at the boy.

"Those eyes are freakin' me out…" Dina whispered.

"I guess it's time to tell you the story." Prowl sat down criss-cross like he was about to tell the two a campfire story. The girls chose to stand, not to get dirt on their rears.

"There was a race a long time ago on a planet within Cybertron's orbit. They were a race of techno-organics, and carried energon inside their bodies. Before the war we discovered them and decided to use a few of them for their supply. Once our war began, the Decepticons started harvesting them." Dina's eyes widened and Isis bent down to hug her knees as if that would protect herself. "Many of them died, the rest fled and landed on this planet. Over time their gene was spread thin to a point where most who carried the gene did not activate it. A couple, however, did. That boy there is one of them."

The girls looked at the young man sitting against the tree. His eyes were still yellow and pointed towards the ground. He looked like he might have been seeing through the ground.

"Wait a second…" Isis said. "If I found him with the Decepticons, that means…"

"Yes. He's one of those that we call Carriers. He was almost dead when you met him."

She looked up at the black robot. "Does a Carrier have the power to see someone's past and traits and stuff when they touch them?"

"They do. That's how he could tell some things about Dina without her even speaking to him."

Isis looked down. She did not want to mention that the boy told her she had a brother named Thomas, but yet she did want to say it. Instead she let Prowl continue with his story.

"We traced a Decepticon ship here, wondering what they were doing on an organic planet. Our hunch was right when we found out they were hunting for Carriers. We've been assigned to locate and protect any of the Carriers that come our way."

"This is crazy…" Dina muttered. "So those Decepticons are after us because we've got their fuel inside us?"

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry, but this a little too fucked up for my taste."

"Dina."

She looked at her friend.

"Maybe we should try it. See if we can look at each other's past just by touching the arm."

The black-haired lady kept silent. She did not want any more part of this. She wanted to turn around, go home, leave the robots to their world saving, and go on with what was supposed to be a normal human life.

"Dina, this is gonna sound crazy, but when that kid touched me he told me I have a brother. Or at least had one, I don't know! I want you to see for yourself."

"That might be hard to do," Prowl chimed in. "You might not be developed enough in your powers to be able to do that."

"I want to give it a try! So shut up! If I have a brother, I want to know! If I have a brother, I want to know why my parents kept it a secret from me! If I have a brother, I want to know if he's alive!"

"He's alive…" a low voice muttered. Isis looked behind at the boy sitting against the tree. "I saw him through a dream and… they're close to catching him… He'll be dead soon" . Those monsters already sent him to Cybertron…"

"They…" Isis' eyes turned bright blue and she hit her hand against the tree next to her, creating a hole. "Those bastards! I swear, if I ever see one of them again, I'll kill them!"

She's able to conjure up enough strength to break a tree. Prowl thought. Maybe she's growing faster than I thought.

"You know where he is?"

"No… It's hard to find him… He's more powerful than I am… but…"

"But what?"

"I don't know. He keeps moving…"

She stared at him for a bit. "What's your name?"

"I don't have one, remember? They took my name from me."

"Bullshit, what's your name?"

"I don't know!"

"Isis, calm down, girl," Jazz spoke up. "Sometimes when ah Carrier gets too weak they can't remember stuff. It'll get back to 'im in a day, two tops."

"For now we have to keep him somewhere safe," Prowl said. "We're close to our ship; he can recharge there. You two will need to stay there too."

"What about our parents?" Dina said.

"They'll know what happened to you. After all, you have their Carrier genes."

xXx

Oh, Dina, you're so dramatic.