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Note: OMFG!! BUMBLEBEE'S IN TOWN! AND HE GOT A COLOR CHANGE!!

ROFL! Ok, now that that's out of my system... Talk about creepy and cool. Today, on the way into town, I noticed a red Chevy Camaro with black racing stripes. Almost the exact same shape as Bumblebee, so a similar but not exact model to the one used in the movie.

Then I looked away, after mentioning it, and when I glanced back, TOTAL Deja vu moment! I saw an identical car going by!

And if that's not enough, when we were parked on the side of the road, and my grandfather was in the bank cashing a cheque, I happened to glance over and guess what I saw...

Yup.

A red Chevy Camaro with black racing stripes! :O LMAO!

Cool!

Anywho, on with the story!

Topkicker26- I don't mind people associating my character with Twi-Bella if they want to. I really don't care, people are going to think what they think, and nothing anyone says can stop them. It's when they whine and moan and let a NAME destroy a story for them that it gets to me.

Something so trivial shouldn't matter. *Shrugs* Besides, I liked Twilight. I'm not obssessed, but I liked it. *Rolls eyes* Now...back to the story. LMAO!

(Normal POV)

With a deep frown etched on his face, Ratchet hacked into the hospital records, looking for anyone by the name 'Rika' who would match the bleach blonde woman. Immediately, he found three records, but only one was a dual appointment with two girls, Rika Kendrix and Isabella Cameron.

It was only a minor relief to finally be able to put their faces with names.

He singled out their files and prepared to open them, only sparing a glance towards the almost empty highway he was travelling along, knowing Jolt had only recently arrived, and been informed of the situation. He was following them with Arcee, as Ratchet made his way towards the bay where he'd get a ride to the base. Opening the file, he mentally processed numerous possible reasons for their sickness.

Cold, flu, pneumonia, maybe even some sort of congenital disease.

That's not what he got.

His optics widened and the Hummer swerved on the road, coming to a skidding stop on the shoulder as he immediately double and triple checked the file, before opening an emergency communications channel with Optimus. 'We have a serious issue.' He sent a copy of the files to his leader, his spark humming rapidly in his chest. 'My scans revealed very little about them, and background checks show normal human backgrounds and families, and yet... These scans speak of non-human attributes.' His frown deepened. 'The radiation is doing something to their bodies, and I have very real reason to be concerned for their safety.'

There was silence a moment, but Ratchet could feel the pressure over the internal comms, showing Optimus' raising stress levels. 'Bring them to the base as soon as possible. If need be, reveal yourself. As you've already stated, they may already know about our existence on this planet.' He didn't sound happy. 'The sooner the better. Keep me informed.'

'Understood.' Ratchet was already pulling a U-turn and racing back towards the town, his processor racing with all new possibilities and questions.

(Later That Day, Bella's POV)

"This is never ending."

"I wanna jump off the roof and see if I can fly."

My eyes widened and I shot Rika what I'm sure was an odd look. "Did you get some meds from the doc, that I don't know of?" I reached out and touched her forehead, pulling my hand back at the feel of the obvious fever. "Oh, you're just delirious."

"Says the woman who actually believes the Autobots might exist."

"You did notice the bike and Volt following us, right?" Getting up, I rubbed at my temples and stumbled over to the kitchen. I searched through my cabinets, I don't really know whatI was looking for. When one cabinet yielded a two year old bottle of vodka, I raised an eyebrow. "I wanna go out." A glance to the clock had me looking over my shoulder at Rika. "Wanna get loaded?"

She shot me an odd look. "As flattered as I am, I don't swing that way."

I couldn't help the small smile that fluttered across my face as I giggled. "Har har har. No, seriously. It's been a while since we were last out, and it'd be nice to get shit faced and just forget all our troubles for a night." I closed the cabinet and wandered over, leaning over the back of the couch. "We can drown our problems."

"Can't." Rika sighed as she got up. "How're we supposed to get Richard to go swimming?" She shuffled past me with an almost absent pat on the shoulder as she made her way to the room.

I winced, my heart aching at his name. When is that pain gonna fade? Or should I ask, is it ever gonna fade? I can't believe I ever thought he was a good guy! I followed after her silently, and raised an eyebrow to see her rifling through my closet. Then I smiled, seeing her pulling outfits out left, right and center. "Barbie time, huh?" I walked into my room and closed the door behind me, wandering over and shuffling through the clothes landing on my bed and floor.

I was just picking up a pleated mini skirt and black tank when Rika slapped my hands away and grabbed the skirt and a white button up blouse, with a revealing black tank to put on under it. Then I was ushered into the closet to change, and when I finished, she was already wearing a pair of jeans that looked painted on, with a yellow halter that revealed a good inch of stomach.

"Ok?" I pulled my hair out from under the shirt, and began to button it up, only to have my hands slapped away. "What is it with you and hitting? I call abuse!" I stuck my tongue out at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, animal abuse." She shot back with a smirk as she tucked the tank into the skirt and hung the shirt loosely over it. Then she danced back when I growled, giggling as she grabbed the same pair of black boots, I'd worn before, rubbing at her chest a little on the way.

I was rubbing at my temples, trying to will away the headache clinging to me, and took a deep breath, ignoring the pulling sensation in my chest when I did so. I put the boots on and then started on my eyeliner. As much as I enjoyed dressing up, my eyes were too sensitive to allow others to work on my makeup. I just couldn't help but rapidly blink with eyeliner and mascara.

"Hopefully the bar will be bouncing."

"Hopefully not too bouncing." I pointed to my head, before working on a smoky eyeshadow and nude lip gloss. Taking a good look in the mirror, I winced at how pale I was. I looked ghostly almost, or like a vampire or something. Moving out of the way with a sigh, I let Rika work on her own makeup, before heading to the living room, puffing up my hair a little as I went.

The curtains hung limply in front of the windows, almost invitingly. I wanted so bad to look out them and see if the strange vehicles were still out there. So I did. I walked over and dared a peek out, rolling my eyes to myself to see the empty bike parked right behind the blue Chevy Volt across the street. The brunette biker was talking to a boy leaning against the Volt, both looking so casual, but not fooling me in the slightest.

This is all just too much. First the Hummer, then the Topkick, and now the Volt and Arcee-bike? Shaking my head, I turned from the window and wandered around the room until Rika came out, rubbing at her own head. Whose next, Optimus Prime himself? Raising an eyebrow, I rolled my eyes. Nah, I'll jinx myself. I just know it.

"Damn my head hurts."

"Join the club." I grabbed my keys and my purse. "At least a few drinks'll probably help."

"Better than half a dozen Advil?"

The painkillers had done all of nothing for us since we'd first gotten sick. Gravol didn't help with the nausea. Neo Citrins and good herbal teas did nothing. Even Advil and Tylenol wasn't helping. It was so odd.

We headed out together, making our way down to the street. I watched Rika spot the vehicles, and a wary look coming to her eyes before she turned away and we began down the street. I heard the roar of the bike engine starting and a look over my shoulder, seeing both vehicles pulling U-turns to follow us. "Wonderful, we're being tailed again."

Rika didn't bother to comment. I was a little worried, but the severity of her expression only explained it. She was probably lost in thought, but more than anything was taking all this hard. She, like me, didn't know what to think.

The only difference was, I doubted she felt like her heart was barely holding together in one piece.

It didn't take us long to hit the bar district, and we chose one that looked fairly busy. We flashed our ID and headed down the stairs into the small dance club, where we exchanged smirks in seeing so many people chatting and dancing.

"Now this is what I'm talkin' about!" Rika sauntered into the crowd without hesitation, making her way through it towards the bar, and ordering a drink. I was a little slower behind her, my vision having trouble focusing on all the people all around me.

It was so weird.

It was like my eyes were trying to see everything at once. I felt light headed once again, but pushed on to the bar, ordering a screwdriver. I sat down in a corner boot with Rika and we watched the dancing. "It's been forever since we've been out." Despite the light headedness, I could feel my mood picking up again. "This is actually pretty nice."

Once we both relaxed, our troubles were all but forgotten, except for the nagging head and chest ache. We both had a couple drinks until we started to feel it, dancing with the occasional song and relaxing in our booth otherwise.

Taking another sip of my third screwdriver, I grimaced a little at the burn down my throat. It was far worse than I remembered, but then, it had been a while since I'd been out. My eyes seemed to have adjusted to the strange new sharpness in my vision, and they roamed the room, until a familiar figure came wandering over with a deep look of disdain on his face. "Oh good Lord."

"Wha-Fuck!" Rika's fist landed hard on the table, and her eyes widened when she removed it and stared at the dent in the table. "Whoops. Guess I don't know my own strength." Her wide eyes travelled back and forth from the table to her fist and back again. "Huh."

I giggled, unable to really stop myself. "Wow, you really put the beat down on that poor table." The giggles kept coming, only quietening down when Richard approached the table. "Wonderful."

"I need you both to come with me." He frowned, only glancing away from us as two more familiar faces approached. "Now."

"Oh my God! It's daddy Lennox and Sergeant Epps." I paused. "Or was it Chief Master...? And is it Captain or Major?" I turned to Rika, only to giggle when I realized she was still staring at her hand and the dent in the table. "Hey, Hercules, we got company."

"What did you call me?"

I raised an eyebrow and turned back. It was Lennox who'd spoken and his eyes were wide with so many emotions, the strongest of which was alarm and fierce protectiveness. "I called you 'Daddy Lennox'."

"Why?"

"Because you're husband to Sarah and Daddy to Annabelle." Then I shrugged, vaguely noting somewhere in the back of my mind that his expression was growing alarmingly dark. "Well, your character is, anyways. I don't really know anything about you, except you did a really good job playing Lennox."

Rika was staring for a long moment, before nodding and shrugging as she drank more of her drink. Then she growled when her drink was grabbed from her, and I yelled out in annoyance when mine followed suit.

"How much have you had to drink?"

I got up and stepped up into Richard's personal space. I got right into his face and frowned, my eyes scanning his face. I couldn't get over how much like my Richard he looked, but the more I thought on it, the harder it was to deny he really wasn't the same man. Scoffing, I rolled my eyes and stepped away. "None of your business. Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?"

"Unfortunately, some things have been brought to my attention. As I stated before, you do need to come with us." He glanced over his shoulder, staring Lennox down until the hand was removed from behind his back, before turning back. "The sooner the better. We're aware radiation poisoning is having a negative effect on your bodies, but we're not sure how or why." He tilted his head a little. "Did you ever find the shards?"

I felt my cheeks blazing all of a sudden. "Oh right! The shards. I completely forgot about those." My frown was back. "Is that what this is all about? You want them back?"

He sighed heavily. "Miss Cameron. Miss Kendrix. There are some things you need to be made aware of." He looked uncertain but stepped back as the two casually clad soldiers stepped forward. "Now you can come with us quietly, or not, but we do have a..." He seemed to pause once again as one of Epps raised a folded piece of paper with a raised eyebrow.

"Warrant, Wrenchit." He snickered a little, before paling under the glare he received.

"Yes. We have a 'warrant'."

I stared at them a long moment, debating on running for my life. I mean, I was a little tipsy, but not full out drunk. "Why can't you leave us alone?" My gaze was locked on Richard's and I mentally cursed the tears that coursed down my cheeks. "What did we ever do to you?" The frustration rolled off me until I sagged back down into my seat. Then I grumbled to myself when warm hands wrapped around my arms and I was lifted out of my seat once again. "Fine, fine!"

"Don't tell me we're actually going with them." Rika grumbled, coming to my side. She didn't look happy but seeing her so grim and without her usual spunk was a little alarming. She swayed on her feet slightly, and leaned against me.

We could run. I mean, if we screamed kidnapping..."Hey, none of you are even real!" I'd been swaying on my feet along with Rika, but that sudden realization had me straightening up immediately. "William Lennox, Robert Epps, and Autobot medic Ratchet don't exist!" I watched their eyes widen and fill with horror, then I scoffed. "C'mon Ri. I bet their warrant's about as fake as they are."

My heart clenched painfully, stealing my breath, but I refused to let it show as I grabbed my purse and stalked off. I watched Epps reach for me, and spun around the opposite side of a regular civilian, feeling Rika's small hand at my back as she followed after me. Once I was clear of them, I sped up my pace, my heart pounding, my breath escaping me as I sped across the room.

My vision spun a little, a dizzy spell stealing my sight from me. I could see the room, but for a brief moment, I felt like I was in a corner, with no way out. Then I blinked, and it cleared up. I hurried through the crowd, and up the stairs, out into the cool night air.

The sight of the Hummer, Topkick, and the Volt all parked on the side of the road caused me to pause momentarily. Then I started as Richard stepped around from the opposite side of the Hummer.

"Wasn't he just downstairs?" Rika's voice trembled from my side.

I sucked in a sharp breath, and stepped back when I noticed his eyes seemed to almost glow in the night light. That's not possible.I shook my head, grabbing Ri's hand and turning, walking away.

"I don't know how you know about us, but I assure you we are real." The voice called to us. "I can prove it."

Turning on him, I growled. "You're not real! Transformers is not real! Autobots, Decepticons, the Allspark, none of it's real!" I sighed and shook my head. "Real, Richard? That's the pain I feel every time I see you, because I really liked you." The damn tears were back. Oh, wait, they never stopped. "It's the pain I feel thinking you were a nice guy, only to find out I didn't know you at all. Real is the sickness Rika and I are going through and the obvious lack of care you're showing."

"Now that's a load of slag if I ever heard any." The gruff voice had me spinning towards it's source. A big, really muscular man stood next to the Topkick, dressed in a black t-shirt, black leather jacket and black slightly baggy jeans. He had a thick mustache that hid half of his mouth, and rough scars over one side of his face, with the same unnaturally blue eyes that were half hidden under the black cowboy hat he wore. "If he didn't care, we wouldn't be here, femme. So stop being a pain in the aft and get in."

"And who're you supposed to be?" I was in far too much pain and far too angry to even care that I was snapping at a guy who looked like he could bench press the Hummer if he wanted to. "Ironhide?"

He blinked a moment, before his eyes widened and he frowned. "How-"

"That's not important now. We'll have all the time in the world to discuss this later, but for now, we do need to get you both help. And if my processors are functioning right, the hospitals failed to help you." Richard's voice interrupted the new guy's voice, catching our attention.

My mind was reeling at everything I was hearing, but it really only picked up on one thing. "The hospitals... How the pit would you know what the fragging hospitals were or weren't able to do?!" Folding my arms over my chest, I shivered a little, glaring at him.

"I hacked into your medical files." He shrugged like it was no big deal.

Oh, he had no idea. "You what?!?" Shaking my head, I reached back and took Rika's hand. "Do us all a favor and fall off a cliff! Keep following us and I'll call the cops and have you arrested for stalking and harassment!" Turning on my heel, I ignored his call as I dragged Rika off.

I was beginning to feel a new fear course through me. First I'd thought he was insane but harmless, but if he really had the power to hack into medical files that easily, I was really beginning to wonder just who he really was and what he was capable of. Even as much as I didn't want to admit it, I was starting to wonder...

What if... What if he really is Ratchet?

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Written : Jan 22, 2010

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