Oh! If you haven't read my other story: All Spark; Back In Action, it's kind of a key thing here. READ IT.

Alright after suffering months of writers block on this story here is a chapter for you guys.

-Spazz

It had taken three days, and endless hours of lying to get 'Barricade' back up to par. I slammed the hood covering his chest plate with shaky arms. I wasn't exactly sure what I was getting myself into. My dirty fingers ran through my hair, before sliding it up into a ponytail. It was getting too hot. Frenzy stood at my side, peering at my hard work before muttering in that strange gibberish again for the millionth time. I made a move towards his left 'arm' and began to fiddle with the weapon there. A loud clicking noise echoed behind me, as Frenzy slapped my hands away disapproving.

"Well you don't just expect me to let him have weapons do you? He could hurt someone!" I shouted, gruffly. The sleepless nights were starting to get to me. Between this, and the regular camp activities, and my horsemanship class I was beat. Paige had been avoiding me lately, and I hoped she wasn't mad. I slid back a few feet, crossing my arms. Outside the lunch bell rang. I looked at Frenzy, and he nodded.

"Be back after lunch." I said sprinting out the door. I was hungry, but it was an awful long walk back down to the lunch hall. I walked swiftly across campus, only to be half way across the ball field when a loud crashing sound reached me. I looked back, and saw Barricade emerging from the shop. My jaw dropped, and I was still for a few moments. I finally gained enough sense to sweep the grounds, and luckily for me no one was around. Everyone was enjoying their lunch. I started to run back towards the shop, and the stretching robot. Frenzy was hopping like a mad hatter when I reached them, shouting in his language.

"Hey! Hey!" I shouted with him, trying to gain his friend's attention. The black and white cop car suddenly looked my way, pulling out that left arm weapon I mentioned earlier. I shrieked, but did not run away…instead I faced him holding up my hands. I felt like the criminal. His eyes, I suppose that's what they were, seemed to be scanning me…before he lowered his arm. It was then I looked down, and noticed Frenzy standing in a defensive position. A shaky smile slowly crept over my features. He was my friend then after all.

Barricade bent down, and I stared at him with distrust. Frenzy took a shuffling step to the right. A strange urge had me wanting to take the hand he was outstretching my way, but my foot took a step back. And just my luck I caught a gopher hole, and started to fall. His hand saved me. I instantly fought my way up, moving away from the hand and toward him. Crap. I glanced up, wonderingly, and he stared back down at me…almost as wondering…it seemed.

"Isabella?" He pronounced my full name, with almost perfect clarity.



"Izzy." I corrected instantly, unthinkingly. His face twisted into a scowl, what I would call a scowl, and then he chuckled. Light, natural, alien.

"Izzy then."

"And you're Barricade?"

"Yes." He nodded curtly. And so my relationship with an alien robot began.

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Two weeks passed, and I learned more about the 'decepticon' as I went. I didn't like the sound of the title much, but I let it go. Barricade turned out to be nothing more than a gentle giant, and I only got a glimpse of his temper. Once. Just once, but that was enough. Luckily that wasn't directed at me. It was easier to keep him a secret in some ways, but not others. I spent more and more nights at the shop, listening to him tell stories of his home world. But I never heard anything about why he was here, on earth.

One night, on one of the overnight slumber parties, it was a bad storm. We listened to the whoosh of the rain together, and I was patching up another place on his arm. The sparks were flying off the metal as I touched it with my welding rod. Dangerous work for the weather.

"You remind me of her, you know?" He mused. I had his arm resting gently on my lap, and I lifted the welder's helmet so I could look up at him. He had the weirdest expression. An eyebrow quirked over my eye, as I tilted my head slightly to the right.

"Who?" I asked.

"Riley, she was my…partner."

I didn't quite get the partner bit. Was that supposed to me his…wife; I guess that was the best way to put it. Was it like a best friend, a partner in crime? I nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh."

He chuckled again, while Frenzy perched on something. Barricade became solemn. Men. I snorted rolling my eyes. It was then there was a loud bang as lightening hit the outside, and the door was thrown open. A shadowed figure stood in the door way. Barricade jerked up quickly.

"Identify." He commanded, as I scurried to get in front of him.

"Wait! Barricade!" I shouted, as another voice covered mine.

"Why, Bar?" The voice sounded like a grin, a laugh. I could see the recognition flicker in his eyes.

"Riley?" He asked.



"So is this where you had to go so quickly, Barricade? To meet some other human?" I could see the figure moving this way. Another moment and she was in the light. She did look a little similar to me, appearance wise. I couldn't help but noticed she was drenched and gripping something black in her left hand. My tool stand shook as Barricade moved, ducking his head carefully so not to create another hole in the ceiling. I watched confused as Riley's lips twitched a little at the corners. She smiled.

"Miss me?" She laughed; quirking a brow over her eyes. "Because that sure sounded like you missed me."

I bit my lip. Awkward.

Barricade didn't seem to mind much. "How?" He asked, gently ruffling her hair. It was sopping wet, but he obviously didn't care.

"It wasn't hard, I have a tracer remember? And…Frenzy and I kept in touch." Riley peered at me.

"Who's that?" She whispered. Frenzy was at my side. He patted my hand, which I realized was numb at my side. I hadn't realized he'd come over. I couldn't describe the feeling; I had this metallic taste in my mouth, a burning desire to throw something. I think it was jealously.

"That's Izzy." Barricade explained in a swift motion. "She's been patching me up."

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That was the turning point in our story. The night Riley Johns came to camp, and the night she pretty much brought all hell with her.