A/N: Lol, I haven't updated~ Whee, I'm hyper and tired~ So, I have, like, no motivation now, for I have found tumblr. IT'S MORE ADDICTING THAN CRACK, COCAINE, AND ALL OTHER DRUGS AND DRINKS COMBINED.

Transformers does not belong to me, though the five human girls belong to who they are.

Jazz turned to the wall, which now had a giant hole. The other Autobots were fighting the Decepticons a little past the wall, and you could hear the angered yells of Megatron and the strong commands of Optimus Prime. Lasers were shooting in all directions, red and purple.

Then, Ratchet climbed through the hole in the wall with First Aid following. Ratchet took one look at Sunstreaker, who's hands were covered in Skywarp's energon, and growled "Get your idiot off the wall"

Silently, the yellow bot complied, ripping the restraints off of his brother and hugging him like there was no tomorrow. "You idiot..." he whispered quietly.

Sideswipe gave him a broken smile, as his faceplates were a bit dislocated, and replied "Lov' ya too, Sunshine."

By the cell, Ratchet and First Aid were working on the three girls. "What the slag did they do? Lila!" Ratchet yelled, waving his cervo in front of the small girl who was still painfully unaware of her surroundings and the tears running down her face. Next to him, First Aid had Elizabeth on a make-shift heart monitor and was trying to fix up Christopher's face, but was having problems with getting the girl to sit still.

"Ack!" he yelped when she spit blood in his optic.

"HaHA! Lemme see Lili! !" Chris yelled First Aid vented, causing Ratchet to look over to check his project. His mentor grabbed a thin wire of metal and tied Chris to the ground. "There," Ratchet stated, going back to work on the traumatized human.

A few minutes later, Optimus sounded a fall back, as they had succeeded. The humans were piled into Ratchet and they left.

Miley and Diamond turned the corner to the medbay, and saw a scene they really did not expect. Sunstreaker, still covered in energon and with half of his paint scratched up, was trying to pry the doors of the medbay open. "Primus DAMNIT!" the Lamborghini screamed, removing his hands and slamming his cervos on the door.

The girls went up to the door and it opened. A golden blur sped past them, blowing up wind and nearly trampling them both over. "OI, Watch it, Goldilocks!" Diamond yelled, shaking her fist at Sunstreaker.

The warrior ignored the angered humans and sat down right next to his twin on one of the medical berths. Sideswipe was offline at the moment, multiple tubes and electrical wires connecting from his torso systems to multiple machines scattered around him. Almost all of his paint was scratched off, and with his expression of utmost seriousness, you couldn't tell who that was. It broke everyone's hearts. Or sparks.

The berth right next to him was occupied by three people. One was unconscious, on her stomach, with bandages wrapped all around her back so you couldn't see her skin. Her hair was still caked with dried blood at the tips and her eyes were still closed. Shallow breaths could be heard with their dry sound through her mouth.

The one in the middle was tied down. Her entire face was wrapped in bandages, leave her eyes, mouth, and nose. Her bangs were covered in blood, too, but she was awake, eyes darting around for something interesting to look at, painfully avoiding the figure next to her.

The last one was sitting cross-legged, even though she didn't really know it, and was staring at the orange wall blankly, muttering things every so often like "Warm..." or "Orange..." She seemed to have lost it.

"Oh, guys...what are we gonna do when we get back?" Miley said softly, her hands wrapping themselves around herself for comfort.

"Hey, hey, let's cross that bridge when we get there," Diamond threw an arm around her usually peppy friend, "Besides, who's to say 'Jack hasn't already blown up our universe?"

All she got in return was a very shocked and disgusted look from her friend. "Whaaaaaaaat? You know it's possible!'"

"Actually," a voice came from above, on the berth, "That seems more possible than us actually getting back, and I don't know whether that's depressing or funny."

Chris was looking down, her bandages dripping from blood a little, but her black eyes were alight with humor. "Dude, not funny," Miley whimpered.

"Uh, dude, that's RIDICULOUSLY funny!" The Asian girl yelled happily, "Oh, and FYI, I might be losing my mind to insanity! Wee~!"

Miley and Diamond exchanged a look and climbed up onto the berth. The looked at the not-moving form of Elizabeth and started a quiet conversation.

"What if she doesn't wake up?"

"I'll wake her up, so it's not really a matter of if she does or not. It's more like how long my patience can last."

"You have patience?"

"I know, right?" Miley got a smack in the head.

"Oww..."

"Serves you right."

"Seriously, what are we going to do now?...Seriously. Lila is traumatized...Lizzy can't move her back and she isn't even awake...hell, she may NOT wake up!" Diamond screamed, throwing up her hands, "You can't get a real face back! WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO WHEN WE GET BACK?"

"Hey, hey, hey..." Miley caught her when his Indian friend fell down sobbing and screaming. "It'll all come down to whether you believe that we ca make it or not. And I say we can. So stop being so pessimistic."

"Besides, we can say I got in a fight between 14 other guys near an ATM machine," Chris smiled softly, "It'll blow over soon."

"Yeah..."

All three snapped their necks at the smallest member of their friend group, having actually spoken finally. They smiled, two of them running over to hug her. They stood there as a hugging heap, crying, as Chris clapped in the back. Ratchet smiled sadly, closing his office door and hoping to Primus that Wheeljack knew what the frag he was doing.

"Oi, do you even know what the fragging hell you are doing?"

Wheeljack looked at the medic who was standing in his lab's doorway. "I think I do."

Ratchet huffed and crossed his arms, "You better. I don't think I can stand anymore of the sappiness coming from those girls."

Wheeljack got up from under the machine and slapped his friend's back. "Are you finally starting to feel pity?"

The CMO jusst turned to leave. "I always have, I just never show it. And, besides, I don't think that they'll ever be able to leave."

The inventor was quiet for a while, his head fins flashing deep purple when he spoke next, "They can't. Their universe runs in a different space-time, so it's time runs at a different pace. They have only been here, what, a week? In their universe, it's been seven decades. They should be dead. Everyone they know is probably dead. We can't throw them into that pit of Sharkticons!"

Ratchet looked back at the other and vented heavily. "So, they are staying here..." he shrugged, "I'm going to make them part Cybertronian then."

Why?"

"I got a feeling that Chris and Liz won't be able to survive unless a few of their body parts were fixed the right way."

A/N: I want to make them not really human, if you haven't guessed. I may even draw that...Lol, why am I even typing this anymore? Oh,and Ratchet has feelings now. Yay.

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