Title: Secrets

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro

Another chapter up!


Meanwhile, D.J. was walking quickly down the hallway, in the direction that Prowl had been taken. She assumed that both Wolfgang and Imp were probably around somewhere, though she didn't know exactly where. The only one she was interested in finding though was Imp.

She went down toward the basement, knowing that that was where they recharged. Since the animals were half robot, they had to recharge their power cells every so often. When she got there, she was relieved to find that Wolfgang was nowhere to be seen, and Imp was down there, sleeping peacefully on the floor.

She slowly approached the sleeping panther, knowing that it wasn't good to startle the giant cat. Then she whispered Imp's name, slowly reaching out to touch her furry head. Imp responded immediately, raising her head and looking at D.J. with large, golden eyes.

"Imp," D.J. said with a smile, "I need you to do something for me.

Imp yawned, then narrowed her eyes. "Do something?" the panther repeated. She had a minimal Cybertronian processor in her brain, so she was able to process and interpret spoken language, although she usually didn't say much. "Like what?"

"I want you to go on a rampage, like, do anything to keep Powell and his goons distracted for a while," D.J. answered in a whisper.

Imp blinked, then turned away. "What is wrong with you?" the panther asked. "I can't do that."

"Why not? You don't like Powell… you've told me that yourself."

"I must obey Powell, because he built me. Besides, Wolfgang is loyal to Powell."

"So?"

"I do not wish to fight with, or harm, Wolfgang."

"But Powell wants to hurt Prowl!" D.J. said desperately.

Imp stared off into the distance, appearing uninterested. "Who is Prowl?" she finally asked.

"Prowl is a friend!" D.J. said, hoping that Imp would accept that explanation.

"I do not know Prowl, so Prowl is not a friend of mine," came the reply from the cat.

D.J. gritted her teeth. "Prowl is Lizy's father, so that makes him a friend of mine," she said, folding her arms.

Now the panther looked at her, curiously. "Who is Lizy?"

"Someone just like me," D.J. said, tapping the metal on her cheek indicatively.

Imp sighed, apparently analyzing her options in her processor. "I will… see if I can cause a malfunction somewhere, without being seen," came the slow, wary reply. Then, before D.J. could say anything, the panther was gone.


Powell made his way down into the basement, having taken the elevator down to it alone. This is one area where he and only he alone was allowed to go, without any of his staff.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, as the lights in the basement flickered on at his entrance. Powell continued to walk hallway finally coming to a door at the end of it.

There he pulled out a card and ran it through a scanner as it beeped and the door opened. He stepped through and shut it firmly behind him. There was no way he was going to let anything escape while he was there.

He continued walking some more before coming to a big cell before him. It was not a very big cell, but then again the occupant inside was not in the best of health to stand anyways.

A small smirk came across his features as he looked at the occupant; he lay spread out on the floor.

It was one of the giant robots, one that he'd managed to capture. It had arrived in a small ship, and he and his men had managed to capture it before the Autobots already on Earth could even get to it.

For the most part he had made sure that it stayed offline and immobile, although he had managed to get some information out of it. Apparently, its name was Nightwind, and it had come to Earth in a search of Optimus Prime and the others, because they had been missing for fifty years.

Powell had tried his hand at getting the giant robot to cooperate, but it was no use. It would not willingly cooperate with him, and he had no idea how to reprogram it, so he had done the next best thing. He had kept it offline, and taken some of its technology to integrate into two animals—the wolf and the panther who did his bidding, as well as Zac and Donne Joe.

And by hiring Zac to do his bidding, he was able to get some experimental pieces of technology, which—combined with his ability to study Nightwind—enabled him to be able to capture Prowl.

And right now, he had work to do. Prowl was currently trapped within a cell, with all four of his limbs secured down with steel clamps. That robot wasn't going anywhere, and Powell was going to see if he could shut him down, and then use him for his own purposes. It would be the perfect revenge for destroying his lab, plus it would help him make sure that Prowl could never threaten him again.


D.J. moved slowly through the base in the direction of where they had dragged the robot Prowl. She really hoped Imp would be able to come up with a distraction so that she could help the autobot.

A scream in the distance made her jump, feeling her heart start pumping vigorously.

However nothing more could be heard after the scream died down and she continued on. Part of her wished she had brought a weapon of some kind, even if it was a piece of wood or what not.

She looked around, trying to see if she could find anything to use, just in case. As she passed one of the rooms, she saw a table within that had some stuff on it. She slipped into the room and looked at the various items to see if she could find anything useful. Most of it was standard office equipment, papers, a paperweight, and a vase that held some fresh flowers. Shrugging, D.J. grabbed the flowers and set them on the desk, deciding to grab the vase. If worst came to worst, maybe she could just throw it over someone's head as a distraction or something.

Then, on impulse, she picked up the flowers. They were just so beautiful she couldn't resist smelling them. She held them to her nose and inhaled deeply. The only problem is that that turned out to be the worst mistake she could have made, because she instantly broke into a sneezing fit.

She let out three explosive sneezes, and felt herself breaking out in hives, her eyes tearing up and her nose feeling very irritated and itchy. The vase slipped through her fingers, crashing on the floor, and she ran out of the room wanting to be away from those terrible flowers.

"Oh God," she exclaimed as she hurried down the hallway. She'd never had problems around flowers before she became half robot. She couldn't possibly have known that could happen, but she berated herself for being so stupid nonetheless.

Deciding that the vase wasn't worth it, she continued on desperate to try and help now.

Suddenly though something happened in the distance and she turned wondering what had happened. Then she remembered about Imp making a distraction and D.J. thanked her for helping out.

Voices were heard all around and then the sound of running footsteps was heard coming her way. Thinking fast D.J. ducked into the office with the flowers and waited for the people to run by.

They did so and then it was quiet again in that hallway and D.J. slipped back out. She glanced up and down the hallway, trying not to make a sound as she went. Though that proved to be near impossible, since she had a metal leg.

Finally she came upon an open door near the end, peeking inside and finding exactly what she had been looking for. There sitting on a table strapped to it was the robot Prowl.

He was lying down on his back, so he didn't see her come in, but his head turned slightly.

"Whose there?" he asked out.

"My name's D.J. and I am here to help." Answered D.J.

Prowl looked both curious and puzzled. Then quite suddenly he asked, "Are you Zac's sister?"

"Yeah," D.J. said as she moved closer, looking around warily. "I guess he must have mentioned me, huh?"

His head nodded up and down, scrapping on the table. "I'm going to need your help in getting out of here, since they disconnected my visor."

D.J. gulped. "Uh, I'm not sure what to do. I mean, it looks like they have you strapped down on that table, and if you can't even see…" She swallowed, and felt like a complete idiot. "What am I supposed to do?" she asked. Then she mentally kicked herself. She was asking a blind, helpless robot how she was going to get him out of there? It wasn't as though Powell would have let him have the grand tour of the room before subduing him.

A growling sound caught her attention and she turned, in time to see Wolfgang step out of the shadows. She gulped moving away from the advancing wolf robot.

"Uh… nice Wolfie," she gulped, backing away toward the table. She then looked up, and managed to jump high enough to grab ahold of the edge, swinging her legs up and jumping up beside Prowl's still form. It did not do much good, however, because Wolfgang simply hopped up on the edge of the table with very little effort.

D.J. did the only thing she could do. She screamed and scrambled across Prowl's chest plating, dashing as quickly as she could to the opposite end of the table, but Wolfgang leaped after her, bolting across Prowl's chest in a single bound.

Wolfgang slid to a stop in front of her, blocking her from going anywhere but back. D.J. looked to the side, but kept her eyes locked on the wolf. She had to find something that would help her into knocking out the animal.

"Wolfgang, Imp is trashing the place!" D.J. blurted out before she could stop herself. She was scared out of her wits, and while she didn't want to give Imp away or place her in any danger, she also needed to keep herself safe just so she could help Prowl. D.J. felt like she was betraying her cat friend, but Imp was far more capable of defending herself than D.J. herself was.

In response to her words, the wolf released an explosive snarl that caused D.J. to scream and stumbled backwards. She ended up scooting backwards, and ended up sitting in the middle of Prowl's chest.

"I am aware of this," Wolfgang growled in a deep, deadly voice. "After I kill you, I am going to kill her next!"

D.J. widened her eyes as the wolf began moving closer, with her having no place to move. Wolfgang raised one of its claws as his nails came out, sharp and pointy. She was sure those things could kill her, with just one swipe.

Deciding not to be a sitting duck, she rolled to the side and the same time he brought it down.

"OW," came a yell from the robot Prowl.

The reason for his cry was because the claws of Wolfgang had slashed through the black armor. Four perfect slashes were seen in the same place D.J. was not a second ago.

D.J.s mouth was wide open, but she quickly closed it when an idea came to her. She turned to Wolfgang and kicked out at him, hitting him squarely in the side of the head.

Wolfgang growled turning his head slowly towards her, death written in his eyes. D.J. scooted backwards, using her hands to find the straps that were keeping the autobot held down. If she could at least one of the straps, then hopefully Prowl could help.

She continued to crawl down the robot's body, before finally coming to the top of his left leg and a strap. Just what she was looking for.

Wolfgang leaped after her, and she stayed in position, waiting for the right moment to move. The wolf then jumped at her, claws out and teeth bared, and she moved just in the nick of time, at the very last second. His claws went right through the metallic strap that was holding him in place, although the claws also went through his armor a bit.

Prowl reacted instantly, kicking his leg upward, send the wolf flying off of his leg and into the air, crashing against the wall on the far side of the room. Stunned, Wolfgang slid to the floor, and remained motionless.

However, D.J. knew that he wouldn't be out for long.

"D.J., are you alright?" Prowl asked, still unable to see.

"Yeah," D.J. said, and gulped. "I think so anyway." She then looked around. One of his legs was still strapped down, as were both of his arms. How was she going to free his other limbs without the aid of Wolfgang's claws, or anything else, for that matter?

Then D.J. thought of something. Her left hand was covered with tough armor from a robot like this one, plus she had circuitry inside it. Was her hand strong enough to bend the metal that was holding Prowl down?

"D.J. what's a matter?" Prowl asked, when she hadn't moved very far.

"Nothing," she answered heading to his opposite, looking at the strap. She stopped right next to it, looking between it and her hand.

D.J. brought her hand closer to the strap, grasping it in her clutches and pulled. She let out a breath of air as the metal barely even dented. Her head banged against it, disappointed that she didn't have the strength she could like Zac. But then she wished a lot of things could happen.

Deciding that she needed to find something else, she climbed back up onto Prowl and made towards his front. "The straps are too tough for me to get off," she spoke sadly, hoping a miracle would pop up.

"D.J. WATCH OUT," Prowl yelled at the same time something streaked past her.

She screamed as she realized it was Wolfgang and he had regained consciousness. She scrambled up and ran, with the wolf right behind her. D.J. continued running jumping off the table holding the robot down on.

She could hear the running footsteps of Wolfgang right behind her, and he was gaining ground fast. Just as she reached the doorway, however something came over her and she crashed down onto the ground, her body convulsing in pain. She screamed, but it soon ended as she lost consciousness, never noticing that Wolfgang was now standing over her.

He brought up a claw, nails extended out to their full content, preparing to shed the girl into nothing.

Suddenly a foot came out of nowhere and sent him flying through the air again. He hit the wall harder then before, then collapsing to the ground, not signs of movement coming from her.

"Next time watch where you scratch those claws." Prowl sneered at the wolf.