A/N: Yes, I based the character off real people. I love this kind of thing...
Ratchet: *grumbles*
Lambogirl: There is a reason I'm called LAMBO girl. Now, Hatchet, STFU. We shall go on with the fan fiction who's characters and other Transformery stuff is blending to Hasbro.
Wheeljack looked at the five human girls, then back to Ratchet, then back to the girls. "Well," he said, "That was interesting."
Ratchet's faceplates were eerily blank, before he threw his wrench at Wheeljack's head, knocking the other mech over. "YOU TELEPORTED A FEW RANDOM GIRLS TO OUR BASE?" he yelled in rage.
Wheeljack was getting up, rubbing his head where he was sporting a new dent. "They aren't just girls," he said poutingly and proudly at the same time, "They are from another dimension!"
The CMO looked at him, as if wondering exactly how bad the dent in his head really was. Then he shuttered his optics, pinched the bridge of his nasal plate like the humans, and vented heavily, but we can just call that sighing. He kept that position for a long time, before throwing another wrench at the inventor.
The other mech got hit flat out in the face, fell on top of the small portal machine, and make it start a count down sequence. "Self destruct activated, please evacuate the area within 10 yards" a cool yet mechanic female voice came from it.
Ratchet was tempted to throw another wrench at the white, green, and red mech working on the machine. What idiot adds a self destruct program to a thing like that? Instead, he picked up the females and ran from the room, yelling "WHEELJACK, THAT THING BETTER NOT EXPLODE, OR I SWEAR TO PRIMUS AND BEYOND, I WILL HAVE YOU MADE INTO AN OVEN!"
"Aww, have we been replaced?" a snide voice called out from down the hallway, "SUNNY! Hatchet is threatening 'Jack almost as bad as he threatens us!"
The medic turned to yell at the Lambo, but just then, there was a loud boom, and a Wheeljack-shaped dent appeared on the door. Sideswipe came bouncing up, followed closely by Sunstreaker and Bluestreak. "The hell?" he said, fingering the dent, "I see why you were yelling, but no one takes our beloved place in our favorite medic's heart!"
Ratchet sighed, and that's when all hell broke loose. One of the girls was waking up.
"...who the hell left the TV on?" she muttered, standing up in his hand. She looked down and saw the red of his hand, then looked up to his faceplates.
"Oh my Primus..." she said, then started shaking another one of the girls up.
"LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LIZZY, LI-" she was slapped hard across the face,and fell off his hand.
Sideswipe leaned down and caught her. She smiled gratefully to him, then said "LIZZY LOOK UP! NOW!"
"Lizzy" got up, looked up, and said "Whoop-de-fraggin-doo, can I go to sleep now?"
The first girl SQUEELED. " Do you see who that is?"
"It's a blown up pic of the pit master, anything else?" Liz deadpanned
"IT'S THE REAL THING!" she screamed and started climbing up the red Lambo's back.
He started yelling profanities and jumping around, trying to get her off his back. His twin just kinda stood there, silently video taping it for further blackmail usage. When she finally got to his head, she jumped onto the ambulance-bot's head and grabbed his chevron thing. Ratchet almost smacked his head to be rid of her, but then realized how counter productive that would be.
Elizabeth just watched in humor as the giant robots tried to get the human girl off Ratchet's head. Lila had woken up and Miley was begrudgingly pushing herself up off the mech's hand. All three of them started dog piling on top of Diamond until she was wide awake.
"GET THE FRAGGING HELL OFF OF MY FACE!" The girl and robot yelled simultaneously.
The four girls looked at their last friend on top of the impossible, defying-the-laws-of-physics being, who scowled coldly back at them in his hand. Lila always the innocent but smart one, said, "This deserves and explanation."
They all nodded as the form of what used to be Wheeljack came out of the room, a large cloud of smoke exiting as well. He was missing half of one of his arms, and half of his face, and there was smoke and energon all over his body. Ratchet sighed, grabbed his head-fin, and dragged the mech down to the medbay. There (with the Lambo twins and Bluestreak watching) he set the girls down, welded Wheeljack to the table, and said, scarily calmly, "Explain."
Wheeljack seemed to grin sheepishly, and said "Well, there are multiple dimensions, right? So, the project would make a portal, or tear in what you humans call the fabric of reality, into another dimension and allow full access into the said realm. Anything can come in or out. That was what I was working on, but, it had large amounts of some highly explosive elements in it like Uranium and Hydrogen. Another element, but one usually only found in Cybertronian lasers, is Rectonium. It can burn a hole into basically anything, even the steel core of this planet. A- Yeah?" he stopped, seeing one of the girl's hands go into the air.
She put her hand down. "Does this mean that we are in another dimension that is parallel to our own?"
Wheeljack nodded...kinda. It's hard to nod with your head half welded to a medical exam table. "Yeah, pretty much. And that element, in it's pure form, is almost impossible to come by...and we don't have enough of it to create another portal..."
Ratchet face-palmed at the sound of that. Another girl, the one with glasses, asked "D-Does this mean we can't go back home?"
The medic removed his hand and looked at the worried faces of all these humans. They looked around the area he himself joined to the Autobot cause, based off the time differences. Too young and too fragile to understand their war.
One of them got up slowly, and said "We are staying, right?"
Wheeljack and Ratchet looked at each other, only now realizing they couldn't just throw the five humans out. Sideswipe looked at Sunstreaker, realizing what that meant. Bluestreak, always speaking his mind, said "We can't just leave them outside! It's our fault they are stuck here in this dimension, and we need to take the responsibility of getting them back to their dimension! I mean, it can't be that hard to house some humans, can it? We can ask Spike for help an-"
Ratchet put up a hand, immediately silencing the younger bot. "Depressingly, he's right, 'Jack," Ratchet muttered to his friend, who surveyed him with worried optics.
One of the girls brightened. "I'm down with that!" she half-yelled, "I'm Christopher, but if you call me a boy, I will make sure no one finds your remains with the D-cons." How a girl could threaten them this well, not even Megatron could know.
Ratchet looked at her suspiciously. "How do you know about the Decepticons?"
Another girl, right next to Chris, said "Your dimension is a TV show and comic line in ours. Us two," she fingered herself and Chris, "are probably the biggest fans. Ever. Oh, and I'm Elizabeth, but just call me Liz or Lizzy."
The one with glasses looked up at them shyly, and Ratchet immediately took a liking to her. "I'm Lila, and I'm pretty much the conscience of these idiots." she muttered, "If anyone dies, it's not my fault."
Ratchet smiled gratefully and wondered, Why else do I put up with my life? he turned to the other two girls, who smiled back.
"I'm Diamond." one of them said, the one with chocolate skin. She also looked as if she was one of the only sane ones there. "Where's Bluestreak? He's funny!" Ouch, spoke too soon.
Bluestreak came up, and they both started talking...and talking...and talking. All the other beings there just withered and stared at the couple who just WOULDN'T SHUT THE FREAKING PITS UP.
Finally, the last girl proclaimed "I"m Miley, and if you don't shut the heck up, I'm gonna sing Can't Be Tamed."
The other four groaned and fell down, as if that was as good a threat as "I'm gonna shoot you with a machine gun." Ratchet guessed it was.
The CMO sighed and said "You guys can stay here in the medbay; we'll get some beds and slag ready...WHEELJACK! AFTER I'M DONE PUTTING YOUR AFT BACK TOGETHER, GET WORKING ON THE FRAGGING PROJECT! I AM NOT PUTTING UP WITH THIS KIND OF SLAG FOR TOO LONG!"
Sideswipe looked at his brother with a stricken, scared look, which was only mirrored. "Sunny?" his twin nodded. "I don't think Hatchet's in a good mood."
Chris jumped up and cried "SOMEONE SHOW ME THE REC ROOM AND BATTLE SIMULATION ROOM! KARATE AIN'T ON HOLD!"
Sideswipe grinned cheekily, picked the girl up, and off they went. Sunstreaker and Bluestreak looked at the remaining girls. Sunstreaker rolled his optics and said to the sniper "They're all yours." before leaving. What he didn't know, though, was that he was being followed.
Liz smiled quietly as she secretly walked into the room she had seen Sunstreaker go into. There he was, in all his majestic threatening glory, taking out a canvas and some painting utensils out of his subspace. She sat up on the berth with him and said "Whatcha drawin'?"
He nearly dropped the canvas, she freaked him out. The Lamborghini's eyes narrowed at her. "What do you care?" he said, "Get the hell out of my room. Before I decide that I need flesh colored paint."
She just giggled. Giggled. She wasn't scared of him. "Sunny, why are you always so aggressive? You could try to be nice." she stated calmly, before leaning onto his perfect and pristine leg to watch him paint.
He shuttered and filtered his audios and optics to make sure he wasn't imagining anything and that she really did just say that. So, this girl had guts, eh? She wasn't running away in fear, or avoiding, or being openly mean to the anti-social Lambo who was so unlike his twin. He smiled a smile that didn't reach his fins. She was nice to him?
He shrugged and went on with painting the sun rise over their mountain base.
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Bluestreak lead the rest of the girls to the rec room, where most of the bots were. Blaster was sitting with Jazz, deciding on what songs to play next.
"Yea? Well, I'm sayin' a lil' bit o' Shinedown would cool off fo' the next shifters." the boom-box was saying, while the Porsche shook his head.
"Nah, man, how bout a lil' Miley Cyrus?" That suggestion made Miley squeel with happiness and she immediately ran over to them.
"Put. On. Miley." she threatened, somehow making the mechs oblige and the song "Can't Be Tamed" came onto the speakers. Miley started dancing and yelled back to them "Who are you two? I'm Miley; I'm kinda new here!"
The two mechs looked at each other, Jazz grinning happily. "Well, lil' lady, m' name's Jazz, and my bud ov'r here is Blaster!" he replied cheerfully.
Bluestreak watched the music lovers become aquainted, and he turned back to the other two girls. "Tour?" he questioned. They both nodded.
Laserbeak got back to Decepticon headquarters with just enough information to make Megatron jump up and down in glee.
A/N: If all else fails, end the chapter with Laserbeak or Soundwave. Both are Cybertronian stalkers...Please review!