Authors Note:

Sorry for the late posting.

I was discouraged from writing by someone I look up to and have been raised by…so basically my dad told me that I would never get anywhere in life with writing. For a while I was a bit upset…now, well, now im totally pissed and ready to prove a few people wrong. Other than that college…yay prepare and study. Other things?

1.) Thank you so much for the reviews! you guys are such awesome individuals! i swear i was about to cry, but instead i ended slapping a silly expression on my face. My parents were like "what are you so happy about?" me: "nothin" while the face was still on.

2.) I promise ill be alot more active, but right now my family is going through alot with moving. It really really sucks to move your senior year of high school. -_-

Foxtrot: For the last time you dont own transformers.

Me: i own...partial credit...i contributed my imagination.

Foxtrot: give up...

...your not gonna give up are you?

Me:...I plead the 5th

Journal Entry:

So I guess im either extremely lucky or rachet sucks at throwing .ummmm, yeah I strongly doubt it's the latter. I kinda feel bad, because once I hopped off rachets back and the surprised feeling went away within the room he kinda lost it right then and there and goodbye good luck. It's a bit hard to describe…being that its rachet and all. Ya…um…ill just leave it to your imagination.

"…but she's a femme."

"Leave her she's fine she should be out long enough to not be a disruption, she had it coming." A gravelly voice registered in my audios and they twitched in response.

Slowly I could feel my bodily functions coming back online.

"Ouch! What the pit!" I growled, fully intending to claw rachets internal wiring out if he was within reach. I onlined my optics and a note in the corner of my optics alerted me that I had been offline for only 36.8 seconds. The dent in my helm the cause of my sudden offlining and current processor ache I had obtained.

"The femme is online rachet." A voice informed.

"ok" there was a silent pause in the room, "wait...what?" rahcet answered completely and utterly skeptical. "That's not possibl-" Bang!

"Slag! Prowl really! First Aid deal with him." Rachet ordered.

Jazz's smug smile came into my view first. "Some bots got a hard helm, seems you broke a record there sweetspark."

I glared back "Record my aft imma going to strangle rachet this time"

I hissed as the world seemed to twirl around me and sat up, looking for my soon to be prey.

"forget sunny, doc bot is the first on my to do list." I muttered holding a hand to my helm.

Instantly my optics zeroed in on rachet whom, by the way looked very stumped. He was walking up behind jazz towards were I sat.

With a low growl I crouched and sprung over jazz as he reached down to help me. Heading straight towards my target, a small screen popped up in the corner of my vision listing off various tactics. Deciding on one I grinned, as rachet saw me coming.

Rather than going straight for him I leaped over a table, pivoted, and slammed into a wall on his left.

With both pedes making contact with the solid metal wall I pushed off, rocketing towards the too slow rachet. Passing over the same table I leaped over, I grabbed the sides with both hands dragging it with me. As I neared rachet I used the momentum of the table and my rocket like start to twist in the air so I was looking towards the ceiling rather than the floor. With the majority of my plan completed I slid under rachet and let go of the table that was still screeching across the floor.

Straight for poor ol' Rachet, but hey I believe in karma.

Sliding to a stop I confidently stood up and turned to look at my master piece. Rachet lay sprawled out on the table facing the ceiling. Now with rachet being a pretty big bot and all this was quite an accomplishment.

Looking over my shoulder I winked at jazz who just stood there blinking at me. On the other side of what I decided was the control room was the rest of the bots. Looking from rachet and back to me. With a curtsy like bow I popped up and skipped over to rachets head. Who was just coming back online with a groan.

"Heya doc! Isn't this supposed to be the other way around?"

"…Frag you to the pit, femme" he groaned out. "Frag you to the fragging pit…"

"That's a lot of frag's for one sentence." I chirped.

"frag." He growled.

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