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Legend :

"Speaking"

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"Cybertronian"

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'Internal Communications'

flashbacks/Visions/Dreams

(Scene/POV Changes)

(Some Time Later, Normal POV)

"They won't be happy, my friend."

"I didn't have a choice. Their bodies were attempting to transform their organic blood into synthetic energon. It was both poisoning them, and starving them. Their energon levels were too low. I had to sedate them in order for their bodies to relax enough to perform some tests."

"What kinds of tests?"

Walking over to a table covered in petri dishes, vials of a purplish liquid, giant microscopes and more, the large yellow medic sighed and gestured vaguely to the mess. "I had to test what blood-energon mix was safe to boost their energy levels and still help the transformation, without killing them. Luckily, their blood has finished the transformation into energon, though it's remained a tainted purple color."

Frowning, the large blue and red leader folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the door as he looked down to the two still forms lying across Ratchet's berth. Their tiny frames covered with blankets, seemed all too frail. "We should be looking for a way to change them back." He paused when his medic shook his head. "What? We're not?"

"Their human hearts have already transformed. Transforming them back is far beyond my capability and might very well kill them." His bright blue optics turned to the femmes. "Their lungs have transformed as well, and their full Cybertronian transformation is almost complete. I should be able to remove the sedatives by tonight, and they should awaken by tomorrow."

"I shall leave you to it. From what I've heard, these femmes can be quite fiesty, and I believe I shall leave their wrath to the one who incurred it." With a small smirk, Optimus turned and made his way to the door. "Inform me when they've awakened and been informed of the situation."

"Thank you." Ratchet gave Optimus a dry look, Then he grabbed and threw a wrench at Optimus' head, turning away with a satisfied smirk at the loud 'clang' and the quiet curse, before he heard the swish of the door shutting. Looking down at the unconscious femmes, his eyes lingered longest on the brunette, who seemed unnaturally pale from the contrast of her hair and skin. Tilting his head a little, he sighed again, before returning to his work.

(Later, Bella's POV)

When I came to, the first thing I noticed was the bliss that my body seemed to be in. I was in no pain or discomfort, lying on a comfortable surface, with a warm blanket on me. I almost believed I was in my bed, and that all the insanity had been a bad dream. Then I smelled the sanitizing smell of disinfectants. Almost hesitantly my eyes opened, and I took in blank white walls.

That's about when I noticed a bunch more things that threw my mind into overtime trying to sort them out. For one, my body felt hot. Not hot to the point of sweating, but warmer than I think I should have. Then my senses seemed super sharp, and hard to adapt to. My nose was already wrinkling from the strength of the disinfectants, burning from the smell, and causing a bit of a headache. My eyes focused on everything at once, causing me to glance around repeatedly, trying to take in every tiny detail of everything in eyesight.

I could hear footsteps, but glancing around yielded no door within eyesight.

"Where the pit am I?" I looked to my left, and my eyes widened even more. "Ri?" I sat up slowly, my head pounding. I ran a hand through my hair and frowned. Everything came rushing back, the battle, the Hummer, and I growled as I threw the blankets off me, taking late notice of tubes with a purplish concoction in them.

"Do not disturb that tube." The voice was deep and booming, causing me to wince. "I apologize, your senses will take a while to get used to." Now it was quieter, but no less booming.

Looking up, I stared at the giant yellow framed face of Ratchet, the Autobot medic. I could only blink. Now that the pain was gone, I was free to focus on what I was seeing, but that wasn't making my thoughts any more coherent or understandable. Then I recalled the tube and my eyes narrowed. "You sedated us!" I winced as my voice seemed to bounce off my skull repeatedly, causing a dull throbbing.

He blinked almost blankly, then raised one of his metallic eyebrows. "Yes, I needed to while your transformation completed. If I hadn't, the pain would have been unbearable."

"How long have we been out?" Holy hell, this really is real. My mind was spinning by the sheer absurdity of this all. "Damn good thing Prowl's not here. He'd glitch and never wake up." I shook my head. "Wait, transfor-oh." That's right, we were transforming. "So what, we're Cybertronian now?" I looked up and he nodded. "But that's not possible." I looked down at my body, pinching my skin lightly and then running a hand through my hair. "I'm still human."

He sighed and there was a flash. I cringed, seeing Richard standing at my side, but I didn't miss the look of hurt crossing his face, before his professional mask replaced the look. "I believe you may possess the programming, whether genetic or otherwise, to change your shape greatly. I'm uncertain exactly what you're capable of, but this is merely...a cover. Like a second skin of sorts." He leaned forward and began gently removing the tube.

"What's in that thing?" I frowned at the tube, seeing the purple fluid moving within it.

"A combination of donated human blood and energon. A rather...unique concoction. It was difficult to prepare, but it needed doing. The way your bodies were going, you would have died either from poisoning, or from not enough energon in your system. I had to create just the right balance to get you through the most difficult parts of your transformation."

"Dude, can you keep it down? Some of us are trying ta sleep ya know."

I turned to Rika, scrambling over to her once the tube was out of my arm. "Ri?"

Her eyes opened and widened. "Oh shit! It wasn't a dream, was it?" She looked around, her face crinkling. "Jeez, I think someone went overboard with the sanitizer crap." She raised her hand and placed it over her nose. Blinking rapidly for a moment, her eyes then went to the tube in her arm and she stared at it blankly. "What the f-"

"Relax." Richard walked over and bent next to her, unhooking that tube and removing it from her arm. "Your transformations are comple-Agh!" He reeled back, holding his nose and blinking back, what I guessed was holographic tears.

I blinked a moment, before busting up laughing. I felt bad. As misguided and annoying as he might be, he was just trying to help, and he just got a fist to the face for his effort. "Rika!" I put my hand over my mouth, unable to help the laughter. I will readily admit once I started, I couldn't stop, and not just because it was unexpected and funny. Part of it was hysteria.

I was born human in a normal world, where Autobots didn't even exist. Now...? Now, about the only thing I have that makes any sense, is my best friend. I had nothing but mixed feelings. More than anything I was scared and confused. If we really were Cybertronians now, what do we do? What do we have to learn? What're we capable of?

"That was entirely uncalled for." The holographic form disappeared and Ratchet growled down at us. Quickly, a wrench appeared in his hands, before it disappeared again. "And now that you are awake, we can attempted your first transformation."

Before I had a chance to protest, warm fingers wrapped around me, and I could only yelp as I was lifted away from my best friend, in a giant fist. "Hey!" I struggled in the grasp, before the hand turned, and I found myself laying in a flat palm. Huh, most fan girls could die happy once they're sitting in the palm of an Autobot. Sitting up, I blushed. I'm sitting in his hand. My eyes then widened as I caught a particularly evil smirk flashing quickly across Rika's face. Oh hell, my ass is on his palm!

"Talk about getting groped." Rika muttered just loud enough for me to stick my tongue out at her and blush. "So what? She transforms in your palm? Or was that just a pretense to be able to feel my best friend up?"

"Shut it." I groaned, covering my face.

There was an almost identical groan from behind me, and I dared a peek through my fingers, seeing Ratchet's fingers curling up around me slightly. "No. I have moved her away so you may try your first transformation, Rika Kendrix."

"And what? You expect us to know how to do that already?"

"You simply will yourself."

"Yeah, thanks." She rolled her eyes sarcastically. "That wasn't vague at all."

I giggled from Ratchet's palm, and shook my head. I stared down at her as she uncovered herself and slowly sat up. She seemed to close her eyes a moment, before opening them with a growl. "Let me guess, not as easy as it sounds?" I raised an eyebrow, closing my own eyes. I didn't really think about where I was, or what I was doing, I just thought about his words. Will it...

I tried to figure out what he meant. Will what...? I want to transform. Something flashed in my vision and concentrating, I saw an image of a human female body, as though I was looking at a computer screen. Next to it was a larger robotic form, and then a slot for, my guess was, another form. Transform... I want to transform to robot. The image flashed. Uh-oh.

My body felt tight and uncomfortable. I felt like I was stretching and compressing on myself. I heard a muffled curse, before suddenly I was larger than Ratchet's hand. I was falling, twisting around something, and then my vision cleared at the quick flash of light and blast of a siren. Immediately, I felt my face flush, and heard something kick on inside me.

Oh hell! Oh hell! Oh hell!

There was a loud gasp, and then hysterical laughter sounded from behind me. Blinking, I took in the headlights I was lying on, and then an uncomfortable feeling down..between...my... "Ratchet!" I yelped. My hand flew back almost of it's own accord.

SMACK!!

The laughter behind me increased as I rolled away, pausing when I realized there was much less room to move. My eyes took in what looked like a giant cement and steel block in the center of the room, with Rika peeking over the edge, her face red from laughter.

"I said for her to transform. Not you." The dry voice rolled through the room from Ratchet's prone place on the ground, his one hand pressed against the cheek I'd just slapped. "And that was also uncalled for." His optics narrowed dangerously as the last was growled out, and he slowly sat up.

I wasn't listening to his grumbling. Looking down at my metallic joints, I could see the metal intertwining all over me, with small cables and larger cables. "What... What is this?" I gasped a little, my voice deeper and smoother. A hand came up to my throat, and the smooth warmth startled me.

"Are you alright?"

Looking over, I stared at Ratchet for a long moment. "Well..." I took a deep breath that was admittedly shaky. "I guess there's no more denying this is real." I looked back down at my body. "As to whether or not I'm alright, I really dunno."

"How did you do that?"

"I just...willed it. I wanted to transform-" Hell if I know why. "And there was this whole computer screen-thing in my vision, showing me this bigger robotic form, and then a blank space for something else, I think. I said I wanted to transform into a robot-" I shot Ratchet an apologetic look. "Cybertronian and next thing I know..." I gestured helplessly with my hand.

"Alright, lets get you standing." Ratchet was standing himself, and seemed to take a step towards me before hesitating. "Perhaps I should allow you to stand on your own." His hand once again went up to his cheek.

"You could've pulled your hand away." I grumbled. I braced myself on my hands and pushed. Once I was on my feet, and wobbled a little as my newer, bigger body needed a moment to adjust to a new center of gravity. Once I was stabilized, I looked over at Rika. "I...dunno whether or not to be freaked or impressed." I twisted and turned, trying to take in every inch of my new body. "This is so weird."

"You know what's even weirder?"

I looked down at Rika. "Holy pit, you're one tiny little fleshie." Blinking, I shook my head. "Sorry, Sunny moment there." I shrugged at her giggle, and ignored the inquiring gaze Ratchet sent me. "What's 'weirder'?"

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Your standing there in what I'm guessing is your protoform?" She looked up at Ratchet, who honestly looked astounded at her correct use of terminology. "So then... You're basically naked."

I blinked again, realizing what she was saying. Then I shrieked, crouching down and curling my arms around my knees as they pressed against my body. Turning to Ratchet, I glared at him. "HENTAI!!" I ignored Rika's laughter as his eyes dimmed. "Don't bother! It means 'Pervert! Why don't I get a kick ass alternate form?!"

"I thought I'd get a free peep show out of it." He put in sarcastically, his look dark.

"Oh my God! Ratchet's a fragging pervert!" Rika's jaw dropped.

I could only stare in shock, not sure whether to laugh, cry, scream, or run my naked ass across their base in search of my own armored alternate form. After a moment, I decided running my nekkie ass across their base would give far too many bots a free show.

After enduring my, I'm certain shocked stare, Ratchet sighed and shook his head. "Once Miss Kendrix here changes, I can take you both to see if you are able to acquire an alternate form."

"In other words, you want to run our naked asses across your base." Rika deadpanned without a hint of amusement in her face. "So what...? Are all Autobots total depraved perves like you, or are we special?"

"You're special. Now hurry up and transform."

"Yeah, I'm catching a chill here." I shivered a little, still curled up in a ball. Of course, I was just kidding around, but I couldn't help the natural embarrassment, even though I had noticed my body wasn't the same as it was. Even though I still had a very basically humanoid shape, I didn't have any of the 'parts' if you catch my drift, which begged the question... How did Autobots mate?

Blinking a moment, the whirring inside me kicked up a notch at the thought, and I shook my head to dispel it. Now is so not the time or place. There was a grunt, and then a whirring of gears shifting, and I looked up, startled, to find a blue-ish grey robot staring down at me with wide green eyes. Familiar wide green eyes. "Ri? Huh, is that what I look like?"

"You are slightly larger of build, your armor is more blue than grey, and your optics are blue."

I turned a raised eyebrow on Ratchet, who promptly fell silent. "We're not twins, ya know. I meant is that what I look like in general?" I looked back over at the almost startlingly frail looking form as she sat up. She looked so much lighter and fragile as a robot, especially without her armor.

There was a sigh. "If you're done making my job harder, we can go find you both an alternate form. When you find a suitable vehicle, one that fits your body style and interests you, the scan will be almost instinctual. At least, I'm guessing it will be, it is for us." Now he frowned. "Though we've never dealt with Cybertronians who were born a different species, before."

"So it might not work then?" I still crouched, almost as if it was second nature to me, even if I was in a totally different body.

Rika frowned, the corners of her metallic lips pulling down in the corners and her eyes brightening. It was so strange. "Wait, why didn't you try and change us back? I mean, you helped us transform into bots, why not stop the transformation?" Her eyes narrowed a little. "Didn't you think that we might enjoy keeping our lives from before? I had a job!"

My own eyes widened with the thought. "We'll never be able to work again, or just hang out, or...or...or enjoy our ice caps." I swallowed as new fears filled me. "And we'll never be able to go out again, drinking? Dancing?"

"I had no idea how to reverse the transformation, especially without killing you. Can you transform into your human forms?" He tilted his head a little.

I tried. I went back to that screen, simply by wanting to transform, and saw that human image still there. I already had a theory, but I willed myself human anyways, shuddering as my body stretched and shrivelled down. Before I knew it, I was curled up in a ball on the floor, staring way up at Ratchet and Rika. Slowly, I unfolded and stood, brushing out my skirt and top. "I...guess so." And at least this form has clothes.

"Well then, other than consuming foods and liquids, you should be able to 'hang out' if you wish. I wouldn't suggest employment as injuries are common, and you both have purple energon within your bodies-"

"I thought energon was blue, green or pink?"

"How did you-"

"The movie." Rika and I both answered, before exchanging a look and giggling. I had to pause at the odd fact of hearing my best friend gigglnig with a metallic voice, seeing her as anything but the fashionista I'd known for so long.

"Hm, your energon does appear to be normal energon. I cannot explain the change in color, but my guess is it has to do with the transformation from your red blood to our blue energon. Now, let us go and get you both alternate forms. Is-err... Bella, if you will trasnform back?

"What other way am I gonna get used to this?"

"Can we get used to this?"

I shot Rika a look, before silently willing myself to transform. As easy as it was to do so, I had a feeling we both still had a long way to go as far as learning went. Could we get used to this? I honestly didn't know. Did we have a choice?

It didn't seem like it.

Written : Jan 24, 2010

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