Disclaimer; I do not own Transformers.

Here is chapter 4, so please enjoy. I did say these chapters will be longer, but with Shwave constantly asking for updates, I had no choice.

Chapter 5 will hopefully be uploaded by the beginning of next week. It's my new goal. :D


"You live…here?"

Sideswipe slapped his brother's shoulder before whispering, "Shut it, Sunny. If we piss her off, she won't help us get fixed."

Prowl flashed the two a glare, "I apologize for my companions' behavior."

I unlocked the front door, stepping aside to let them in. "Don't; I know my house is shit, along with everything else."

Jazz smirked, "I kinda like it. When was this place built anyways? Has a sort of older touch to it."

I led them into the living room, motioning for them to sit, "I think it was 1916. Then the upper half was added on in the forties. Anyway…you four are sleeping downstairs. You all can stay up here while I get everything ready." I swiftly walked out of the living room, descending into the basement after opening the separate door. Once I was out of earshot, they began to talk again.

"Nice aft, for a human anyway."

Prowl kept his uniform expression, only a hint of a glare pointed at the mech, "Sunstreaker, shut up."

Jazz glanced at the Datsun, "He does have a valid point, Prowl."

"Relax Prowl, she hasn't change her mind after seeing Sunstreaker," commented Sideswipe.

"Sunstreaker… is that a nickname or something?" I looked at the four was a curious expression, my eyes not even catching the sudden rigidness of Prowl's posture.

Jazz, fortunately, created a story on the spot, "Most of us call him that since he got that goldn' Lamborghini of his. Can't ever stop drivin' the thing."

I couldn't help but beam at the statement, "Y-you have a Lamborghini?"

Sunstreaker nodded, "Better not ruin it," he muttered to himself.

Sideswipe grinned, "It's so nice of you to help us fix it, but too bad both of ours got totaled in the crash."

My back quickly went as rigid as Prowl's before my face met the floor, my arm twisting back painfully. Good thing I had been completely blacked out so I wouldn't have to feel the pain as it was quickly laced up my entire left arm.

The four holograms shared a worried look before Sideswipe took the first step towards my unconscious body. The red head carefully rolled me onto my back, brushing stay hair out of my face.

Sunstreaker simply turned his head to face the wall, 'Great job, Sideswipe. You just had to go and kill our ticket out of here."

Prowl kneeled down beside me observing my face, "She's still breathing, but her arm's been strained backwards. We'll have to get her some proper medical attention. Sideswipe, carry her to the couch."

Sunstreaker growled, "Can't we just leave her on the floor?"

Sideswipe quickly got to his feet, gently pulling me towards him and lifting me over to the couch. Once he got me settled there he went with Prowl to search for a phone in which to call an ambulance.

Jazz looked down at my peaceful face, brushing my hair affectionately, "We're getting you help sweetheart. Don't worry."

Sunstreaker stood, heading back towards the door they all came in from.

"Where you goin' Sunshine?"

"I'll go wait for the ambulance," Sunstreaker muttered angrily. Once he was out the door, an envelope of cold circled his body, nipping at the bare flesh of his arms. "Damn holograms" he spat, glaring at the ground.