... Bad words. Lots and lots of bad words.

I'm BACK-ish after three months... Yay? Maybe? I don't know...?

High school is really difficult! Like, insanely difficult. So difficult that I'd rather join this alien world ANY day rather than deal with all of this for FOUR YEARS. I mean seriously, come on people!

Mkay... I have no words, 'cept for this stuff that I may or may not have written when I had free time...

Meh, who knows?

HELLO. I CAN SPEAK. Who would like to converse with me?

IceGirl2772

Please write more! :)

APOLOGIEEEEEEEEES. Even if this is short... does it work?

anunexpectedjourney

Yay! I'm glad you updated. I know that school and writers block can be really heard to deal with. I should know, on a different website I'm writing four stories. Its very heard to deal with, but all the same its very good. I liked this chapter very much. Also last time I commented I meant begging you not being you. lol my phone decided to be stupid. I hope you update soon! :)

I was super happy too! And then my life decided to become mean and nasty, and I said: HEY! LETS DO ALL THIS STUFF AT ONE TIME! GENIUS! ...Yeah, NOPE! Not that smart. Thanks for understanding though, and I figured as much, because I'm not sure WHY you'd want to be me? IDK Don't listen to me, I don't even know what I'm saying! 3 months was a shorter time than 6, right? Dammit, I TRIED...

haloangel21

I loved how you described Optimus and Arcee's inside emotions with one another. One parent worried for her daughter's safety and the other also worried, but forced to keep his composure calm for the sake of his teammates (and sparkmate and daughter) ;)

Your method of that keeps me glued to the screen and I now must bow down to your awesomeness. Well done ;) Looking forward to more!

Yeah, I'm SUPER fond of the whole "get inside the character's head" writing rather than simply getting inside the head of ONLY a new character that spices up the spicy show. It's a miracle this show hasn't blown my head sky high with smoke coming out of every single part of my ears, I mean, seriously!

And um, my "awesomeness"? Do you have ANY idea how much I LOVE what you write? I mean seriously, my family has to like, get superglue remover every week because they're afraid that when I start reading, my eyes'll be stuck to the screen. Well, not really. Best not give them any ideas, now. Shall we?

Megan :)

By the way my name is Megan and I too write a little of my own Transformers prime and might need some ideas

Please assist :)

Iment begging sorry it happends :)

YO! MY NEW SMILEY FACE BUDDY! I'd love to help you out! What kinda stories? I play this writer's game called "Plot Bunnies" with some of my friends, and OHMYGOD, I'd love to assist! Lemme know, kay?

Awyra

Hi! Would you continue this? It's so awesome! Of course I shall wait until the next chapter. (If you will continue, then XD) bad English, sorry :D

Heeeeeeeyyyy! Bad English? Whatchu talking 'bout? It's totes fine, and better than some of my classmates' English, BELIEVE ME. Don'tcha worry 'bout it! I totally plan on finishing, even if it takes until the time I grow old and my brain falls out of the back of my head. Don't ask, I have a weird vision of my elderly-ness. XD Again, I am TRYING to be better about it, though it seems like this always gets extremely difficult.

AND IN THIS CITY OF JASPER...

There were three things Talida first noticed when she awoke.

The first; the Autobots were gone, the hangar was empty, dead silent, even. Not even her friends were here, or… what was it? Ratchet, the grumpy old mech who had made a lasting impression on her. Strange. He has seemed too attached to his computer to move anywhere.

The second, it was incredibly cold for an open, carved into rock, alien base, located in the middle of the Nevada desert. Well, she wouldn't be taking Jack's coat off anytime soon, that was for sure. And if she squinted enough, she was able to see her breath, however faintly. Definitely too cold for the desert.

And third, the most important fact of the three observations made; The entire base was trashed. Rafters hung from the roof, bent and broken, the cement floor was cracked with pieces sticking out of the ground like the rising dead, and a giant piece of the roof crumbled, crashing to the floor with a loud, audible crash, causing the ground to shake and tremble fiercely. Dust was practically everywhere, and it was getting difficult to breathe in the ruined air.

Coughing, she waved her hand to try and clear the air, so that she could see, and actually breathe sometime soon. What had even happened? A better question, how the heck had she managed to sleep through something like this? Her confusion was a practically endless abyss as she stood up, pulling the jacket around her torso as tightly as she could without suffocating herself.

And her head still ached. Concussion did do that, and she'd had a couple before. But… nothing like this, even though she could feel it, which meant that she still had the concussion, even though it seemed like all of her surroundings were thousand of years ahead of the technology of the twenty-first century.

Her footsteps seemed a thousand times louder than they actually were, echoing in the broken, dark cavern as she carefully past the monitors which were sparking randomly, the sparks flying everywhere. She ducked under some of them, but when her foot planted itself on a rusty part of the ramp, and she heard the groaning and creaking of metal, instincts she didn't even know she had kicked in.

Talida jumped off of the ramp, crashing to the platform that was somewhat more supported than the last thing she had stood upon. But the creaking and groaning of metal was clearly audible as she slowly moved along the platform.

Her freezing hands gripped the opposites sides of the ladder, with her feet firmly planted on the uppermost rung. But a quick, sudden movement that was barely caught in her peripheral vision surprised her, and her feet slipped. Surprisingly enough, the girl's hands remained steadfast, and she slid down the ladder like a fire pole, landing on her feet, in one quick, solid motion.

The shock that inevitably should've hit her after performing something her weak, fragile, weary body shouldn't have been able to do was all but nonexistent. The possibility of adrenaline made no sense. She would have only sprained a wrist, nothing too major would've happened if her reflexes hadn't kicked in, so she hadn't been in any really serious life or death danger. But just as Talida began to try and think more rationally, the scene shifted, and she was 20 yards away from where she had just been standing, looking directly at the latter.

Alright then… that was weird as slag. It was almost as if she'd blacked out… and her subconscious or something else completely ridiculous had kicked in. This wasn't normal, not by a long shot. The Autobots go mysteriously missing, the base looks thousands of years further into the future, and like it's been through Hell and back, and now I'm losing my grip on time? She thought nervously, looking around to make sure she was really alone. "Hello?" She called out, and her voice echoed across the empty cave, growing quiet, just like a normal echo. Nothing wrong with the physics of this place; at least the sound, lighting, gravity, and air were all in proper working order. Or, so she thought.

"Hello?" A soft, hushed voice whispered in her ear, startling Talida and sending her three feet in the air; alarmed. But it got louder, and louder, speaking as if there was something wrong. "Hello?! HELLO? HELLO!" The voice screamed, and a sharp cry of pain escaped her as she collapsed, trying to block out the voice, but it only got louder until it shrieked louder than anything she'd heard before, rattling every bone in her body and straining her every muscle. "HELLO?" It shrieked, before it slowly became softer, soon going away completely.

Breathing heavily, and trying to keep herself from making anymore noise, Talida curled up on the ground, shaking in fear. New rule. She decided silently. No more talking. With that in mind, she slowly clambered to her feet, wincing as her ears rung painfully. Whatever that had been, it was freaking scary, and more painful than anything she'd ever experienced, including Gareth's blows. Owwww. She whined silently, tugging her ears to try and stop the irritating and painful ring. She didn't need to deal with that in the situation she was in, that much was certain.

But then reality slipped through her fingers, rushing away and blurring until it peeled off, slowly revealing a sight she would have rather not seen. A red mech slouched, looking down at something she couldn't see. His back faced her, and she didn't dare speak, not even as the purple glowing streaks on him glowed, pulsing violently as she walked closer. The whole pitch black abyss around them was terrifying enough, but things just had to get worse. A pair of piercing, red eyes appeared, darker than human blood. He looked at the red mech and then his gaze snapped to her.

"Servant." He began, almost curiously gazing with those sinister eyes he paused just long enough for her to see the Autobots' torn, dented, scratched, hollow eyed frames. "Kill it." The red meh lunged for her as she bolted up and screamed in terror, watching Jack, Miko, and Raf all look at her in an instant.

It took some time for her to calm, though it was at most, thirty seconds; she felt as if it took days for her deeply rooted terror to vanish.

"What? What is it?" Jack asked, warily looking at his friend's panting, terrified and shaking face. He slowly stood up to get closer to her, reaching a hand out to clasp hers. "Are you okay?" He tried, knowing her answer before she knew what she'd say.

Pausing, Talida pondered whether she should lie or not, but her resolve faltered. She caved in with a heaving sigh. "No, not really." She whispered hoarsely, clenching his hand with an iron grip as if she was determined to crush it. The pain didn't go unnoticed by Jack, that much was certain, but he didn't freak out like he normally would've. They already had Talida on the verge of breaking down, the Autobots didn't him flipping out about his poor pitiful pain tolerance.

Her hair was a mess. One big, ratty, messy disaster, tangled and snarled up in the back of her roots, meaning that it would be a pain to brush later, and it wasn't exactly the most socially appealing look, but who was he to judge? The last time he checked, the name Jack Darby was not very high up on the social food chain at Jasper High. For a comparison from his Bio class a few years ago: he was a producer. Everything he made, others stronger than him took, and it wasn't the most benevolent of feelings, that was for sure… Regardless, how could he judge Talida by her hair?

Gently, he reached over to brush it out of her eyes, but she stopped him, returning it to the way it was before she'd fallen asleep, hiding half of her face, again, he noticed. "I appreciate the gesture," she said softly, still slightly shaken up, "But I've got it; I'll be just fine on my own." she said, handing the his jacket back as she wrapped her own firmly around her torso. "Thanks anyways."

Ratchet came back from… whatever the heck he'd been doing to see the humans no longer asking the ridiculous questions they had been earlier, and leaving his equipment alone. Well, at least they'd learned fairly quickly. For a group of organic anyways. After all, Ratchet's natural intuition to feel superior to all those around him, Cybertronians included, because he knew he was smarter than all of them, and in some areas, he could outwit Optimus if he so chose, and despite Raf's brilliance, the young boy had a lot to learn. At least, that was what Ratchet thought.

"I'm glad to see you recharged well, youngling." He said, going about his business with the monitors as if he'd never even noticed the humans. But he couldn't help but be concerned that Talida's stress and anxiety levels seemed to be sky high. He didn't need to spare more than a quick glance in her direction to notice her disheveled look. They were almost the same as Optimus' were whenever something troubled him, or he'd gone too long without jumping Arcee. With the children around, that slagger might learn the definition of self-restraint. He thought hopefully, though he knew his leader too well for his own good.

Though with Optimus, he'd always find a way. It wasn't a secret that the Prime always had a plan, and it was always easily adaptable to any changes in their enemies' tactics.

But Talida's stress levels did not go down, for if anything, they seemed to worsen. Concerned, if only for the fact that he did not wish for Optimus to brutally slaughter him for not ensuring Talida's, and the rest of the human children's safety and well-being, he ran a quick, undetectable, but quite informative scan, on the human, and he found himself dumbfounded. "What in the name of Primus…?" He muttered, this time running a more complete and invasive scan, the results were worse than before, with less noticeable conditions made known to him.

"Talida," he said slowly, unsure of how exactly to phrase what he was going to say. What exactly was he going to say to the human femme anyways? Deciding on the more gentle approach, suspicious that this may have very well been an extremely delicate topic, Ratchet almost ruined his gruff, no-nonsense impression."Are you alri-"

But he didn't get to finish his inquiry, because Optimus comm-linked the base, requesting, or really demanding, a Groundbridge back. As he opened the portal to the Decepticon mine, his processor wandered, but not before he made a mental note to ask the injured teen about the many marks and cuts covering her. She had escaped his wrath for the moment, but not for much longer would her answers be hidden. After all, what fun would it be if he played by her rules?