CHAPTER THREE
The Inventor And The Inventress
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Meg: Okay, so I'd like to thank Autobot Alythia, for her kind comments, and also she owns Zikya, not me.
Zikya: I am NOT owned!
Emma: Quiet you! We're all 'owned' by someone…
Random: I'm not!
Starscream: I hated that last chapter…so, read and review and leave bad comments, because I hate this ENTIRE story!!
Meg: Go to hell, Starscream.
Starscream: Make me.
Meg: *Glares* By the way, *As Starscream runs, the wuss* I randomly named the last chapter after a line from Secrets, by Good Charlotte. I love that song.
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The Autobots took Zikya extremely well – and who wouldn't? She was nice, funny and friendly. She likes snakes, for some reason.
She took the Autobot well, also. But, I think she took the best to Wheeljack, which was a good thing…and a bad thing.
You see, Wheeljack is an inventor.
Zikya is too. Well, a scientist, she said.
The rest of us exchanged a glance. One scientist plus another scientist whose inventions always blow up equals TROUBLE.
We found out just how much trouble that very weekend.
It was Saturday. Most of us were at the base. Only Ironhide and Elita1 were not. Bianca, the twins, Bee and I were playing a killer game of Mario Kart. Jazz was listening to music – it was nice background music, actually. Arcee was…actually, I wasn't sure. And Optimus…I also did not know where he was.
But that's not really the point now, is it?
The point was, I had just beaten Bianca for the third time on Rainbow Road, and Jazz's CD was just reaching a break between songs, when all of a sudden there was this huge explosion, which made the walls shake, and then it was over.
"What the slag was that!?" I cried, putting down the controller.
The others were already on their feet. Bee picked me up, and carried me out of the room with the others, and down the hall towards 'Jack's room, where we met Ratchet, who was heading in the same direction as we were. Oh, I had forgotten to mention it, but Ratchet had been in his room, trying to 'decode' the poison that had been in my system. Yeah, right. Good luck Ratchet.
"This isn't the first time this has happened," Ratchet said, rolling his optics as he opened the door to 'Jack's room.
What greeted us were a pair of very black-looking individuals, namely Zikya and Wheeljack. Their eyes looked very wide on their ash-covered faces, and there was some sort of failed-looking experiment sitting on what might have once been a work bench.
We could only stare, until at last Zikya said: "It nearly worked…"
"And…just what was it?" I wanted to know.
Zikya grinned proudly: "A semi-conductor de-fibralator."
"A what?" Said most of us, except for Ratchet, who just rolled his optics.
I watched Zikya and Wheeljack exchange a glance, and then Zikya smiled. I'm sure 'Jack smiled too, we just couldn't see it if he did.
You know what? I smiled too.
It was great having another human around the base. Even if she was as crazy an inventor as what Wheeljack was!
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Meg: Okay, a short chapter here.
Zikya: Ol' 'Jack and I will get it to work next time! Won't we?
Wheeljack: 'Course we will! Maybe if we try connecting the red chord A to black chord B…
Zikya: No, that won't work, I tried it once before.
Wheeljack: And?
Zikya: Same result.
Meg: Ah, maybe I should leave now…