Disclaimer; Nope. Don't own Transformers. :( Oh well, better luck next time.

What, so you thought I was dead? Well, I guess you could say I was... I'm all better now though because I just ran into the wall of inspiration! Woot. Anyways, here is the new chapter. I hope you enjoy! :D


1:33 AM.

The red numbers glared at me from across the room, their figures blinking on and off...on and off... and on... and off. I adverted my gaze to the frosted covered windows. The snow had ceased falling any further which made me very happy.

Then there were the things that had to ruin my mood.

One. My arm was broken, and it hurt like none other. Two. I was stuck in a room with four men. Sure they were cute, sweet, kind, and generous, but... there were four guys. In my house. (May I add that they are complete strangers?)

Let's go onto number three. The power was constantly going on and off. Now, last but not least here is our number four. I was only seconds from being carted off in an ambulance.

Thank you Keenan.

Our over protective motherly figure had called for an ambulance, and now that the roads were being cleared and the worst of the storm had past, they came right on their way. It took over thirty minutes for Keenan to convince them that I was alright after the treatment to my arm, and trust me, it was a tense thirty minutes.

Now it was at least three in the morning, and I hadn't gotten a lick of rest since I fell unconscious. Rawr on that.

I looked around the room spotting the figures of Ian and Ira sitting next to each other on the floor, Ian's head layed across the other's lap. Cleveland had informed me earlier (before the ambulance incident) that the two were twin brothers, and apparently they were really close.

Cleveland and I had talked for a long time, and he didn't mind me at all for asking too many questions. It was so easy to talk to the man, and I was usually one to be shy around everyone outside of my circle of friends.

I had talked to him for at least two hours about nothing in particular. He was especially interested in music, so that was mainly all we had talked about.

I smiled inwardly as I focused my attention back to the twins. Ian had his eyes closed white Ira gently ran his fingers absent mindedly through Ian's choppy red hair. I almost felt jealous as I watched them. My sisters and I had never been that close, something I wouldn't have minded at all.

I pushed the thought away upon seeing Keenan's unnaturally blue eyes fixing themselves onto me.

I stared back at him, fatigue dominant in my expression.

The male stood from his seat, kneeling down so that he was level with the couch. "Why don't you get some sleep? You need your rest for tomorrow."

I was a bit taken back by his strange tone. Not yet had I heard gentle concern in his voice, and it was oddly... comforting. 'Wait, what does he mean by tomorrow? What's happening tomorrow?'

"What's tomorrow?"

Keenan slightly narrowed his eyes at my question. "We're leaving tomorrow. You did say you would help fix our vehicles."

I slightly blushed under his intense gaze, "Oh... right."

Keenan gave a slight nod, "Do you want me to get you anything?"

"I want a pony."

Keenan's face was priceless. I would have burst out laughing if it weren't for the others currently occupying the room. I settled for a quiet snicker.

"I'm kidding." After his face went back to his normally calm expression, I continued. "I wouldn't mind sleeping in my own bed upstairs though."

"Not a problem." He wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me up so that I was able to stand. He continued to hold onto me as I walked out into the kitchen.

"You know it's my arm that's broken, not my leg."

Keenan frowned, "I know. It isn't a bad thing to take precautions thought."

I slowly trudged up the stairs, letting out a relieved sigh as I reached my bedroom door. I turned the knob, and once spotting my bed I crashed. I layed down on my right side, taking special care to not rub against my broken arm. I winced slightly as I situated myself, but overall it wasn't too painful.

Keenan sat down on the bed, watching over my carefully. "Is that all, Alexa?"

"That's all." I smiled before yawning, "I guess that's where I fall asleep. Thanks Keenan for your help. For all of your help; I really appreciate it."

He just nodded, "You're helping us in return. It's the least that we could do."

I offered him one last smile before closing my eyes. Keenan carefully draped the blanket over me before he stood to leave my bedroom.

Once on his feet, he glanced out my window. The soft moonlight peeked through the clouds, illuminating my room with comforting light. Keenan looked away, his eyes passing over my still body.

He froze at the sight before him.

A picture of his leader was embroidered onto the blanket.

Keenan took a closer look, careful not to wake me in the process. He held back a gasp as he proved his mind right. That was Optimus Prime.

'What in the name of-' Keenan looked away from the image of his leader, his gaze directed to my computer desk. On top of said desk was a small figure. To be precise there were several small figures adorning the desk and surrounding furniture.

Keenan held the one figure in his hands, not believing what he was seeing.

The figure was of him.

He dropped the model of his bipedal mode onto the floor, the carpet absorbing the noise of the crash.

Keenan stared at the other small models.

'I must be dreaming this. These can't be real! How did Alexa get these anyway?!'

Keenan had no time for logic as he picked up every other figure, identifying them by name.

There was Bluestreak, Jazz, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Blaster, Octane, and Starscream.

Keenan backed away from the room, 'I have to tell the others!'

And with that Keenan raced down the stairs, his heart pounding violently against his chest as he told his comrades about his finding.


KABLAMO!

Prowl just found mini Prowl! What's going to happen next? Oh my goodness!!

Special thanks to all of my reviewers so far. I really enjoy reading your comments, helps with the motivation process.

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