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ME: Sorry for not so many updates… my excuse?

Joining a Frisbee team. ^.^ it's not that stupid, though I did discover I have butter fingers. So I guess its adventure time! Off to find my strength in frisbeeeeeeee!

o.0 OH TO THE FREAKIN FUDGE! I just looked down and realized I was drawing on my leg in green sharpie! AAAAAAHHHHH! My leg is greeeeeen!

Foxtrot: ignore her…she has issues… mental ones. Ampdi does not own transformers, but unfortunately owns me.

Me: DAMN RIGHT!

Journal,

…ok so I know I'm not exactly the brightest needle on a cactus, but really…I'm not thattttt odd. Am I? Cause apparently that's what all the mechs on this primus forsaken lil ship think.

I guess after meeting everyone on this small transporter got to my head…I kinda miss being human…oh the sweet taste of nutella how much I miss you! Marshmellows! NOMNOMNOM…nom. …bubble wrap. Poke. Hehehe.

. Foxtrot

I let out a soft vent of air as I awoke the next morning.

The morning after the glitching incident as I deemed it to be known as, I smiled at the thought, getting up and stretching my orange metal limbs. With audio receptors twitching I looked at the room that surrounded me. Yep, still the transporters med bay. I vented again, looking back on the events of yesterday in silent thought.

*Flashback

"So…femme Wh-"

"Foxtrot" I interrupted.

"Right." The mech harrumphed, giving me a glare. "As I was saying Foxtrot, What city are you from? Or where do you plan on heading, considering 70% of autobot cities have been overrun." Mirage asked cooly.

"Don't know and um, dunno." I shrugged, as I sat in a small cafeteria like room, sipping on energon.

"You seem to be having what first aid referred to as memory loss?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Yay, good for me" I sighed sarcastically.

"How is memory loss good?" he pressed, with a confused expression on his face. Prowl had an identical expression on his face plates as well, as he leaned against a wall, thoroughly thinking what I said over.

"I think the lil femme wants you to shut up." Jazz answered for me, earning a slightly playful glare from me in return. "…and me too."

They all sat silently around the room, first aid being the only bot NOT in the room. Finally with one last sip I finished my energon with a contented sigh.

*End of Flashback

They had hammered me with tons of never ending questions that was for sure. Slowly coming back out of my thoughts I skipped to the door and popped it open. Sneaking a peak outside and finding no one out yet I snuck through halls to where I had gotten energon the day before. My audio receptors twitching with anticipation as I approached what I thought to be the cybertronian equivalent to a "cafeteria". Hearing several voices in the room I dove without hesitation into the group with a playful roar and a loud "BOO!" latching onto the first bot I came into contact with. Secretly hoping that yesterday was not just a fluke of glitches.

The bot that became my unfortunate prey?

Unfortunately for me, just so happened to be the wonderfully cranky owner of yellow-green armor, who in turn yelped and nearly crushed me in surprise.

Still latched onto the mechs side I looked at who I was clinging to and of course I would accidently tackle this bot…wouldn't I. With a cheeky grin I flashed my dentas (sry if wrong). "Oops, sorry…wrong bot".

In return I received a 'harumpf'and a "If you would, discretely get off my side." From the yellow-green bot.

"What if I told you I liked it this way and didn't wanna leave?" I smugly asked, as the surrounding bots in the room gazed at me as if I was stupid and possibly out of my processor. I admit that what I was doing probably was a bit stupid, maybe even ballsy by cybertronian standards, but hey it's me so deal with it.

Rachet which I instantly new whom he was glared at me through narrowed optics.

"Then I will assume that you want your checkup early." He said in his gruff voice.

"Hey, if you really wanna have it early then fine by me, I'm not holding you back." I answered, earning a very stern glare again, as I had still yet to let go.

"I am utterly serious."

"So am I."

"It will not be the least bit pleasant if you do not. Get. Off."

"Sweety, it can go both ways." My grin grew, as I noticed the conflicting battle in his optics as he slowly started to reach for a subspace of his left arm. In response I cuddled closer to him, which was a challenge being that I was hanging onto his side like a lifeline. "I wouldn't do that." I sung.

By now Jazz was clearly trying not to choke on his laughter, and apparently so was a few other bots I instantly recognized, which do to that I was instantly distracted from Rachet. "Oh, we have company." I said in my most innocent voice I could draw up. "You sure you don't wanna take this somewhere…oh I don't know. Private" I drew out as I took in all the bots in the room. Of course I would jump into a room that was not the 'Cafeteria'. Instead it was a rather large deck like structure with control panels everywhere.

While I was happily looking around and simultaneously clinging to poor rachet I failed to take into one thing into consideration.

That being? That ratchet might actually use a wrench on a femme.

Somehow by dumb luck I saw it coming at the last second, angrily ringing in the air. Straight for my face.

Being as lithe as I ended up, I used it to the best of my ability.

Quickly avoiding the wrench, I scrambled up higher on rachets side and clambered onto his back. Clinging for dear life like a terrified chimp as the wrench flew and hit another poor bot in the leg. "Hey!" I yelled from atop his back. "That wasn't very nice!"

Rachet growled in response and tried reaching back and ripping me off of him. Finding that it was to difficult, much to his angry dismay, "Optimus! Get this femme off me!" he all but growled. Luckily all the bots were either finding rachets problem to funny to help of did not want me added to their issues, the great Optimus Prime included. "Optimus Prime! If you do not get this crazy femme off of me, I will weld your aft to Ironhides fusion cannons!"

Ironhide who had walked in and already seen parts of the situation was instantly offended. "Hey! Don't bring my baby's into this!"

With one final swipe at me I finally heard the words that I had been waiting patiently for. "Will you PLEASE get your aft off of me!" Rachet roared.

Gleeful and finally content I jumped off to his surprise, but not without leaving a little peck on his helm. "That's all I needed to hear Doc"

There expressions were priceless.