"This will be the best day ever!" I sang as I strutted through base (yes, I strut).

"And why is that?" Optimus asked.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough!" I grinned. It would be the best day ever because Sentinal's head will get cut off and the Headmaster thingy will take it's place. I sooo with I could see Sentinal's face when it happens, but it would put my life in danger, kinda, so... Nope! "All I'll say is that it involves my least favorite Autobot."

"Did someone say my name?" Sentinal Prime walked up to me and Optimus.

"I guess you could say that," I grinned. "I was just talking about how awesome you are," I hugged his foot. I knew he hates organics touching him, so I couldn't resist!

"What is she doing?" Sentinal hissed at Optimus.

"That is how organics show affection for people," I could tell Optimus was holding back a laugh. "It means she likes you!"

"Okay, too far, Optimus!" I stopped hugging his foot. "Ain't no way I got a crush on an Autobot!" Well, maybe Prowl, but I ain't gonna tell them that!

"Your face says differently," I heard Ratchet call from across the room.

"Hey, old bot, shut it!" my face was getting redder. "I will-" I started.

"Hey," Optimus picked me up by the back of my shirt. "I was just kidding!"

"Grrr," I growled as I glared at him. Great, now he KNOWS I like an Autobot! "Okay, so I do, but I'm not telling you who!"

"Oh, you don't need to tell us who it is," Optimus smiled at me. "We can already tell."

"Shut your trap, Prime, I'm not in the mood anymore," I growled. "Ugh, I need to go to my room." When Optimus let me down, I stomped to my room. Sari used her dad's credit card and made it very... Roomy(no pun intended). It had a tall king sized bed with hot pink sheets, zebra print bedding with purple outlines, a large desk with a laptop, a mini fridge, vending machines, a microwave, a bookshelf with some really good books I found, a couple of rugs that were various colors. I had a TV and a cutboard for snacks. It was kinda like Sari's room that we put together, but I had less clothes than her. You know how in the series, she only wore that orange dress? WRONG!

"Ugh," I stuck my tongue out as I plopped down on my bed. "My life is strange here." I shuttered at the thought of Prowl dying at the end of the series. I'm going to have to change the timeline just this once. I will NOT allow Prowl to die, even if it's meant to be. "I really need to sort out my priorities," I laughed because I quoted 'Harry Potter', Ron Weasley. I could hear loud music coming from Sari's room and the main room, and I groaned. I walked out to the main room to find Bulkhead and Bumblebee staring into the TV.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I looked at them.

"What?"

"You guys aren't making her feel any better," I shook my head. "If anything, you're making her feel worse by trying too hard."

"I don't get it," Bulkhead scratched his head.

"I'm not the only one that'll tell you this, I'll bet," I told them as I walked back to my room. Or should I say, I STARTED walking to my room, but I ended up in Sari's room.

"Hey, girl," I said softly, sitting next to her on her bed. "It's alright."

"No, it's not," she sniffed. I thought for a moment about telling her about being half Professor Sumdac, really being his daughter. It wouldn't be a lie, to tell her that she's really his daughter, right?

"Yes, it is," I pulled her chin up. "I'm not suppose to tell you , but I will anyway; you are his daughter."

"Really?" she looked up at me.

"Really really," I nodded, smiling softly. "Now, don't tell anyone I said that, or else they will be asking me to tell them stuff!"

"Don't worry, I won't," she smiled sweetly.

"I'm serious, Sari," I warned. "It won't be a secret for long, maybe a month or two, but just don't tell anyone I said anything."

"Gotcha," she replied. Yeah, I messed up the time line, but it was for the better, right?

"Anywho, do you wanna come to my room and hang out?" I grinned.

"Always!" she hopped off her bed and skipped to my room. I followed her to my room, grabbed a box of Cheez-Its and hopped(literally) on my bed.

"So, what's this rumor about you liking Prowl?" she grinned. I facepalmed.

"Where did you hear that?" I asked slowly.

"Bumblebee," she smiled.

"I'm gonna have a long talk with that mech later," I grumbled.

"So, is it true?" she asked.

I could feel my face getting redder. "Maybe."

"OMIGOSH I CAN TOTALLY TELL YOU LIKE HIM!" she squealed.

"Sari, so help me I will literally tape your mouth shut with duct tape," I glared at her.

"What are you girls yelling about?" Ratchet said from my doorway.

"Oh, just that Lilly likes Prowl!" Sari exclaimed.

"Sari, shut up!" I clenched my teeth.

"Tell me something I don't know!" Ratchet smiled.

"Okay, who knew first?" I questioned him.

"Me," Ratchet replied simply.

"Who did you tell?"

"Bulkhead."

"Then Bulkhead told Bumblebee, Bumblebee told Sari then Sari told Prime," I grumbled. "Why can't I just be attracted to a normal human being?" I asked the ceiling. "Is that too much to ask?"

"Apparently," Sari giggled.

"Then again, I always had daydreams about fictional characters," I got on my iPod and showed Sari some pictures I saved of people. "Wheeljack, Smokescreen, Knockout-"

"Wait, did you say Knockout?" Ratchet asked. Apparently, he was still in my doorway.

"Yeah, but not the Knockout you're familair with," I explained. "I also like this other show, Transformers: Prime, and he's in it."

"Isn't he a Decepticon?" Sari asked.

"Well, yah," I shrugged. "But at the end of the series, he becomes good. HERE, on the other hand, I have no clue who he is or what he does or what he even looks like. I think Ratchet knew Wheeljack."

"As a matter of fact, I did," he nodded. "He was, is, a medical engineer."

"Yeah, but I like the version of him on Transformers: Prime better," I showed Ratchet the picture I had of him. "I never like anyone for their looks, only their personality. That is how I have crushes on the weirdest guys."

"Human guys?" Sari smiled.

"Yes, weird human guys that were shorter than me," I nodded. "I could never date someone shorter than me."

"Well, you won't have that problem with Prowl," Ratchet snickered.

"Who said he even likes me more than a friend?" I glared at him. "Because I highly doubt Prowl, of all people, would like a human girl! If anything, Bumblebee would like a human before Prowl!"

"Say what now?" Bumblebee walked into my room.

"Might as well have a party in here now," I sighed. "Everyone's invited except for Ultra Magnus and Sentinal! Wait, Sentinal probably can't come right now in his," I started laughing hysterically," state of being!"

"Do I wanna ask?" Bumblebee asked Sari.

"No, probably not," Sari shook her head.

"You guys will never find out, but I'll tell ya later," I grinned, still laughing hard. "You'll get a kick outta it!" Even though I have no clue when both the Primes will get back...

"What is with all the yelling in here, I was trying to meditate," Prowl entered my room. Oh, gawd, no! Bumblebee, if you say a WORD, I will take Ratchet's tools and meld your aft to the floor!

"I was talking with Sari here when these two bozos walked in," I gestured to Bumblebee and Ratchet. "Then the talk turned into a very enthusiastic chat." Crap, I hope my face isn't red! My face feels warm... Aw, scrap!

"I see," Prowl hummed. "And, uh, what were you and Sari talking about?"

"Girl things that you do not want to know about," I replied quickly. "Trust me."

"Just, please keep it down," Prowl said as he turned around and walked away.

"Uh, you do get that Bumblebee is here, right?" I called after him. I swore I could hear him laugh as he walked to his room, which is right across from mine. Like, he could stand in his doorway and see into my room! Lucky for me, when he's in his tree, he can't see into my room.

"I threatened you so much in my head when he came in, Bumblebee," I hissed.

"What did you threaten with?" he asked.

"If you said a WORD of what we were talking about, I would take Ratchet's tools and weld your aft to the floor," I told him whilst smiling.

"Uh, harsh?"

"Duh, that's the point," I looked at him. "What surprises me the most is that Ratchet, of all 'bots, figured it out first."

"Medic's intuition," he shrugged.

"Yeah, some intuition," I muttered. "Anyway, never going to happen. He's an Autobot, I'm a human, nothing can happen between us. How would that work anyway?" I shuddered. "Wait, never mind. I don't want that answered."

"Well, I better get back to work," Ratchet started heading out of my room.

"Bumblebee, I know you and Bulkhead have nothing better to do, bring him in here," I told Bumblebee.

"Okay," he shrugged as he walked off to get Bulkhead.

"Okay, if you didn't like Prowl, who would be your other favorite 'bot?" Sari asked me excitedly.

"Jazz," I grinned. "He's the best!"

"What'd I hear about the Jazzman?" Jazz poked his head into my room.

"Just how you're one of my favorite 'bots!" I told him. "Just behind Prowl."

"Girl, you got spunk, I'll give you that," he chuckled.

"I've been told that before," I laughed. "Lots and lots of spunk! Oh, by the way, did you hear what I did to Sentinal's foot?"

"What did you do to his foot?" Jazz asked, smiling.

"I hugged it!" I grinned. "He was so surprised! His face was priceless! You should've seen his face!" I almost said a quote from a movie, but I forgot the movie name so I didn't. Gosh, what is it with me and quoting things lately? 'It's gone now, but did you see his face?' is the quote, FWI.

"I wish I was there!" Jazz exclaimed while laughing along with me.

"It was before they left for that photo thingy," I tapped my chin. "That was when Optimus realized something..."

"What did he find out?" Jazz asked.

"Aren't you, like, Prowl's best friend?" I asked.

"No, you are more of his best friend than I am," Jazz smiled. "Why do ya ask?" Before he gave me a chance to answer, a look of realization struck his face. "Oh, I know. You and Prowl."

"Except we aren't!" I protested. "Sure, I like him, but he doesn't like me. He would never like a human. He's the last bot that would ever fall for a human. Well, except for Ratchet. Ratchet would definitely be the last 'bot to fall for a human, but Prowl's up there!"

"Lilly," Jazz started, "you don't get it, do you?"

"What don't I get?" I asked.

"Prowl likes you."