Cliffjumper's POV;

I was driving on this old run down dirt road. That was the one reason I liked the city. You never feel this dirty when you drive. I mean besides the tires. The city is gross.

But it what I found odd was seeing a young girl, probably a teenager from the school I passed a little ways back kneeling on the side of the road shaking.

"Hey Arcee. What's the protocol for organics that look like they've been through hell?"
"We have to keep a low profile." she answered. Typical Arcee.
"Okay, talk to her it is."
"Cliff, Optimus won't be happy about this."
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
"Cliff..."
"Talk to you after Arcee."

Carly's POV;

I heard a car slow behind me and I mentally groaned.

"You okay Miss?" a male voice asked. I stood up, but didn't face him.
"Fine." I lied, but I choked on the word.
"Your a really bad liar." he laughed.
"Thanks for your concern, but I have to go now." I said starting away.
"You want a ride?"
"No offense guy, but I don't know you."
"I understand, but you sure?"
"Yep."
"What if I told you I was one of the good guys? One of the best guys?"
"No credibility, I don't know you remember." I took in a big sigh. "Please, just leave."

I sighed when I heard him step out of the car.

"You in trouble or something kid?" he sounded concerned, but I snapped.
"No! Of course that would be the first thing to pop into your head! My dad just died today! In a semi accident! There are you happy! I am NOT okay! No go and leave me alone?" I snapped choking on the last word.

He was rather handsome with light brown hair and amazing blue eyes. He was wearing a tee shirt and jeans. So I could see how buff his arms were. I could only imagine his six pack. He looked like he should be around me age or something.

That would usually make me into a giggly mess. But not right now.

He just looked at me sadly.

"Hey, um..." he paused. Waiting for me to introduce myself.
"Carly."
"Nice name. I'm Cliff. Here." he handed me a small piece of paper with some numbers scribbled on it. "I know girls usually have to give the number, but if you ever want to call or text me. If you just need someone to talk to..." his voice trailed off.
"Uh, thanks." I mumbled holding the piece of paper cautiously. I didn't know what to make of this guy.

I made it the rest of the way back home and through the door before it all came crashing down around me.

"Daddy..." I whispered sobbing. I never called him that in real life, it always seemed too childish, and Dad was anything but childish.

Cliffjumper's POV;

"I can't believe you gave her your cell number, I can't believe you got a cell." Arcee said on the radio, I could hear her smirk.
"You know what Arcee, I don't regret it. She looked like she really needed someone to talk to, so I talked to her." I snapped.
"You've been watching to many organic movies. Damsels don't exist in real life."
"Oh, I'm not so sure about that. I remember how you resembled a damsel once." I regretted saying just as it was too late.
'Great job Cliff.' I said mentally cursing myself.
"I'm so sorry Arcee, that was uncalled for."
"I-I couldn't save him."
"It wasn't you're fault, you tried. And you're still here. Tailgate would be happy about that."
"How can you be so sure about that?"
"Because he was a great bot. He really cared about you. Like I do."
"Thanks, Cliff, but I'm still going to kick your aft when we get back to base."
"Oh yeah, sure. Looking forward to it."