Yes I know it's been forever but I finally have a new chapter up! Thanks to all my readers for their patience! I started my freshman year of college so I really don't have much time to myself. I appologize again for my very infrequent updates! -bows-

Transformers charries don't belong to me blah blah blah, Ya'll get the drift

"Hey, hu- Hannah. We're here." Ironhide's gruff voice growled in her ear. She sat up groggily, her hair mussed and sticking out at odd angles from her pony tail. Hannah blinked and looked blearily around, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Wher're we at?" She slurred, her tongue thick in her dry mouth.

"Mission City. Now get your aft out so I can take you to interrogation." He huffed, tipping her over towards the door.

"Oh yea, 'cause telling me that will definitely make me wanna get out…" She grumbled, grabbing her bag and disembarking from the truck.

"Oh shit!" The teen yelped as she dropped several feet to the concrete floor.

"Fuck… Forgot you're so much damn taller than my truck." She groaned, rubbing her sore bottom as she stood. The bot shifted to his bi-pedal mode and glowered down at his captive.

"Move it or lose it fleshy. I gotta take you to the room where you're gonna be questioned." Ironhide said, his vocabulary losing some of its original formality. Hannah cleared her throat and glared at him.

"What is it now?" He sighed, rubbing his face.

"For some advanced species of great intelligence you sure as hell are shitty at remembering names, metal head." She huffed, crossing her arms.

"For someone who lost any future control of her fate the minute she came in contact with me, you're awfully cocky, human." The bot said, gritting his teeth.

"Too fuckin' bad. You kidnap me, tell me close to nothing of what the hell is going on, and treat me like a lower species. Either use my God-given-had-it-since-birth-it's-on-my-damned -birth-certificate-name, or don't address me at all. Got it you Primus-Damned, glitch-headed, rusty bucket of slag?" Hannah snarled, her eyes shooting daggers at the bot. Ironhide prepared for a very heated rebuttle but was silenced by the entrance of a larger, blue and red robot.

"This is the target Ironhide? A fiery temper on this one." The new mech said, examining Hannah.

"Affirmative Optimus. Shall I teach her some manners?" Ironhide asked firing up his cannons.

"Stand down Ironhide. She has a right to be angry. She has not been proven guilty of the crimes being charged against her. She should not be treated as a criminal just yet." He answered, kneeling down to get closer to the human's level.

"My name is Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots. Do you know why you were brought here DragonflyPrime93, also known as Hannah Blackfoot?" Optimus asked.

"I was told I was being accused of hacking into some transmission or something with an accomplice. I honestly have no idea what you guys are talking about. I can barely figure out how to tag people in comments on Facebook!" She sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Facebook is a-" Hannah started to explain.

"We are well aware of what Facebook is. It is scanned by us for any possible threats or information leaks." Optimus interrupted.

"Oh. Right." She said lamely.

"Now do you have any questions before we begin?" The Prime asked, straightening to his full height.

"Well, I have a lot but the main one right now is who the fuck is my accomplice?" Hannah asked, air-quoting the last word.

"OrianPrime92. Otherwise known as Amy Kendell." He answered.

"Woah, woah, woah. Amy? Is she here can I talk to her?" She asked in a rush.

"So are you telling us she was your accomplice?" The mech asked confusedly.

"No! She's my best friend! Please let me talk to her! Question us together. I think I know what's happened." The girl urged, stepping closer to the huge creation. Optimus hesitated, weighing his options silently.

"I swear to you that we can tell you exactly what happened. I just really want to see her. Please." Hannah begged. She could see the bot starting to cave in and went for the kill.

"Look, I even have my laptop. That's what started all this. You can scan it if you don't believe us after we tell you our story." Hannah sighed, unzipping her backpack and pulling out the computer.

"Alright. We will allow you two to be questioned together. We will be examining your device as well. If it is clean, it will be returned to you before you leave. If not... Well we will cross that bridge when we come to it." He sighed, waving for her to follow him.

…

Amy sat patiently in the sparsely furnished room, taking up one of the four human-sized chairs and her feet propped up on the stainless-steel table. She was trying, unsuccessfully, to count the ceiling tiles in the tiny room. Every time she blinked she lost track of where she had left off and had to start over again. Sitting there, balancing on the back legs of the metal chair, neck craned back, staring at the ceiling; Amy was tackled in a bone-crushing hug. The chair and its occupant crashed to the floor with a reverberating clang and a curse.

"What the fucking hell?" She shrieked, shoving the large, warm weight off her.

"Amy! I can't believe you're here!" A familiar voice cried.

"Hannah? What are you doing here?" Amy asked, laughing in disbelief.

"Same reason you are I guess." Her friend shrugged.

"That weird virus that hacked into your computer and started makin' all that freaky noise?" The older girl asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Yup." Hannah nodded, her mouth quirked into a half smile.

"Is this not awesome?" They both squealed in unison, grinning madly at the other.

"These humans're real peculiar sir." Ironhide muttered, shaking his helm.

"I think that the possibility that these two purposely accessed our system has just dropped dramatically." Optimus replied, his face dead-panned.