Foxy was startled awake by Bumblebee's shout. "Wake up, Foxy!" "WhatI'mawake!" She shrieked in surprise, also startling Wheelie. She looked around frantically, taking notice that Bee was speeding along a highway with Ironhide in front of him. "They've found us, Captain!" "Megatron? How?!" 'We are still not entirely sure. They may have been alerted when I stepped out of the portal.' There was Optimus' voice across the radio, and she sank down in the seat. "We're gonna be fine. Right Bee?" Foxy jumped at Sam's voice. When had he ever gotten in? "Of course we will!" "Where are we going now?" Her voice came out small, her eyes darting from Bee's radio to Sam. Neither answered, although Sam sighed. "Oh." She sank down in her seat again, then reached for her bag. She pulled out a tie-dyed blanket, only to find something lying on the floor beside her feet. She reached down, and realized that it was her tail, ears, and collar. She attached the collar around her neck, then sighed happily, having missed the feeling of it. She unfolded the blanket slightly, then draped it across her and Wheelie, who had gone back into recharge in a slightly awkward position. His head was directly below her chin, and she figured that he had done it on purpose. "You're just gonna let him lie there like that? Just completely sprawled across your chest?" Sam asked her, glancing over to see the little robot. "Is it bad if I say yes?" She replied softly, drawing back against the seat. He sighed, and shook his head. Foxy began petting Wheelie's head gently, needing the kind of comfort that came from doing so. The little robot never even stirred, and the quiet was enough to lull her back to sleep. She buried half of her face underneath the blanket, only her eyes showing that she was asleep. She wrapped her arms around Wheelie as she slept, him making an adequate substitute for her horse.

She was out for the entire remainder of the drive, at least until Sam swatted her thigh gently with the back of a hand. "Hey, wake up." Instantly she was up, going as stiff as a board. She didn't allow anyone other then Bumblebee and Wheelie to come into contact with her, although it seemed like Sam didn't care. "C'mon, let's go, let's go, let's go!" "Go where?" "On the ship." "Ship? Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no…" She whimpered, beginning to shake. "What's the problem? C'mon, we've gotta go, now!" Without waiting for an answer, Sam jumped out of Bee, and Foxy unbuckled her seat belt with shaking fingers. She stuffed her ears, tail and blanket into her bag, and was just about to wake Wheelie when Bee transformed. She grabbed the little robot as Bumblebee set her on the ground, and that was enough to wake Wheelie up. "Ey, what gives?" "We're going on a ship…" She whimpered. There was a finger stroking her hair, then she was scooped up by Bumblebee. He boarded the ship with her still in his grasp, no matter how panicky she got. She was visibly shaking as the ship took off, and huddled into a ball around Wheelie in Bee's grasp, seeming not to hear the little robot's complaints about letting him go, and toughening up. Bee went below deck, and her shaking increased. She had never been on any sort of boat or ship before, and was petrified. There were so many narrow hallways, and enclosed areas, and she felt like she was trapped. She had let Wheelie go before they had gone below deck, the work of Bee convincing her that they would be better off without the little robot.

Bumblebee stopped on the floor above the cargo area, in a room high enough to hold one of Optimus in his robot form, and at least half of another. He headed for the corner of the room farthest from the door, then sat down, cupping Foxy in an arm. She curled into his armor, still shaking pretty badly. It was nearly an hour before she had calmed down enough for Bee to set her down, and roughly another before she had gotten to sleep. When he left her to go get information about Megatron, and how she tied into everything, she had been able to function normally long enough to curl up in the corner he had been sitting in, then pull the blanket over herself. Bee returned to find another lump in the blanket, smaller then she was. Closer examination proved it to be the exact same Autobot that was nearly screaming for her to let him go when they had first boarded the ship. Wheelie had gone into recharge again after nudging underneath Foxy's arm, which was draped over him. Bee soon fell into recharge as well, intent on keeping Foxy especially close, since Megatron knew that they had her. When Foxy awoke, she found herself draped in the blanket, with a hand overtop of her. She discovered that it was Bumblebee, and pulled the blanket up, only to get it snagged on Wheelie. She discovered the little bot, recharging soundly at her feet, and smiled sleepily, returning to her earlier position so as not to wake either bot. She placed her bag underneath her head, and was soon fast asleep again, not even noticing that she was on a ship.

She slept for most of the day, as she normally did when traveling, and only woke up once, to find herself safely in Bumblebee's grasp. She looked around, her eyes half-lidded, her hair scruffed up and knotted on the side that had been against Bee's armor. Finding nothing that needed her attention for waking her up, she allowed herself to sink back into a comfortable position, her head resting against Bumblebee again. She uttered a soft sigh, mumbled something about waking her up when they reached wherever they were heading for, then drifted back to sleep again. When she awoke next, she was laying in Bee's backseat with the blanket over top of her, and there was another girl sitting in the passenger seat. "Where are we?" She asked quietly, and that grabbed the attention of the girl. "We're in Britain, or something." "That's where Finn is. He'll be able to get me home!" Foxy exclaimed, sitting up rapidly. "Ey, watch it!" "He's still here?" The girl turned to Sam, who nodded. "Yeah. Him and Bee bonded with her." For some reason, Sam didn't sound pleased, but Foxy didn't bother with figuring out why at the moment. She looked around, and found Wheelie on the floor, and just scrambling onto Bee's backseat. "Sorry." "If ya don't mind…" He snapped, and she shook her head. "Of course not." He climbed back to Foxy's upper half, which was quickly becoming his favorite spot, it seemed. He laid down, and was out again in minutes. "He does it to you, too?" The girl looked back at the two, and Foxy nodded. "What're you gonna do? It's not he's doing anything other then sleeping. Although what he did to my foot is a whole other story." "Let me guess, he 'violated' it?" The girl gave Sam a look, and Foxy watched as he shrugged his shoulders. "It's the truth!" "He did more then violate it. I've still got a stain on those jeans." "Oh, ugh! Okay, new subject!" Sam exclaimed, and Foxy smirked. "All right. Do you know where we're going?" Both shook their heads, and she nodded. "Thought so. At least we're not on that ship anymore." She gave a small shudder, then decided to go back to sleep. She pulled the blanket over her and Wheelie, petting his head before getting a little more comfortable and drifting off again.

She was jolted awake with a yelp as Bee called out to her again. "I'm up, I'm up! I'm awake!" She exclaimed, sitting up, her hair knotted and frizzed out. There was a laugh from Bee, and she looked down to find Wheelie gone. She sat up, got her things, and tumbled out the passenger-side door, rolling on the pavement, too tired to even look where she was going. She was scooped up with a hand, and laid flat on her stomach. This didn't strike her as odd, simply because she was too tired. She felt something tugging at her hair, trying to work the knots out of it, and dug through her bag. "You might wanna use this…" She mumbled, waving the brush in a hand, too tired to focus. The brush was taken from her grasp by giant fingers, and she dimly felt it moving through her hair. By the time the brush was returned to her, she was slowly perking up, looking around a little more. "Ohh, man. I've never gone this long without coffee before…" She moaned softly, stretching and yawning. There was the feeling of something rubbing down her back again, and this time she knew it was Bumblebee. "Hi, Bee." She smiled softly, and continued stretching, comforted by the soothing feeling of his finger running down her back. "Hey, you know if there's any Dunkin' Doughnuts or something around here? I could use a cup or two of coffee." Bumblebee shrugged, and she ran a hand down her face. "Man, I'm stupid. We're in England. There's no such thing as Dunkin' Doughnuts here…" "Well, looks like I'm back to finding a pub or something. And... that's right. No money, other then what cars use for currency. Great." She ran a hand down the back of her hair, finding it smooth and soft. "Thanks, Bee. You did a good job, and I can never get all of it." She gave him a smile, then pulled it into a ponytail. "There. Looks like I'm going to have to wake myself up today." She replied, her voice still heavy with sleep. She yawned widely, her eyes returning to their half-lidded state. "Man… I can not seem to wake up." She sighed, and her gaze fell on one of Bee's fingers. "Bee, I need you to slap me." His face shield went down, and he set her on the ground. "Not with an entire hand, just a finger." He peeked out from underneath the shield, and she nodded. "It'll wake me up, for sure." He hesitated, then brought a finger close to her. In one fell swoop, he had sent her sprawling, and she jumped to her feet. "Thanks, Bee! That worked, bigtime!" Seeing that she wasn't injured, he scooped her up, nuzzling her happily. She laughed, and leaned against him. "C'mon, let's go find the others." She stuffed her blanket back into her bag, shut it securely, then slung her bag over her shoulder.

She found them in a grove of trees, and grinned at the chance to climb trees. She hadn't done much of it in a long time, and was aching for more. She was quickly up a tree and sitting comfortably at nearly optic level with Bumblebee, who was watching her, head tilted curiously. "Hi, Bee." She gave him a grin, then winced and leaned forwards on the branch, only to find the broken end of a twig stabbing her in the back. "Stupid branches…" She muttered, then set about finding a better branch to lay down on. As she climbed higher and higher, Bee began calling out to her more frequently. "Bee, I told you five seconds ago, I'm all right. I'm just trying to get a good seat or get a view." She told him gently, poking her head out the side of the tree, her hair filled with leaves and twigs. Sam and the other girl had climbed into a tree for some 'together time', as Foxy called it, so she was left to her own devices. Foxy pulled her head back into the tree, and continued climbing towards the top. With a laugh, her head poked above the upper leaves of the tree, and she was back into the open air, with an incredible view. "This view is amazing!" She looked down, only to find Bee and Jazz watching her. "Hi, guys!" "How'd ya get up there, Little Bee?" "Simple. I climbed!" She called back. Jazz shrugged, heading for the cover of the trees again, knowing that they needed to stay hidden. Bumblebee, however, transformed into a Camaro again, but didn't roll under the cover of the trees. Foxy sighed to herself, then began climbing down. "Yes, Bee, I'm coming down." She grinned as she recognized the tone of voice she had used. It was the same one used by a child whenever a parent prevents said child from doing something fun, just because it isn't exactly safe. She watched around the branches as Bumblebee rolled underneath the cover of the trees, then transformed back into a robot. She grinned, then began to silently creep her way closer to his head. When she stopped, she was in perfect position to cling to the back of his armor. She steadied herself on the branch, then pounced, looking like a flying squirrel. Unfortunately, Bee turned around at that exact same moment, having heard the branch recoiling from her jump. "BEE!" Foxy exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock and slight excitement. Luckily, she was able to graze the top of his helmet, and grip the curve of it with her fingers to stop herself from sliding off. "Okay… that was stupid…" She panted, clinging to Bumblebee's helmet and resting her head against the curve of it. "That was really, really, really stupid…" "You're much different then Sam and Mikaela." "Who's...Who's Mikaela?" Foxy panted, still trying to get over her shock. "The girl Sam wishes to mate with." "You mean the girl… in the front seat? She was... nice. I liked her."

After a few more minutes of her trying to catch her breath, she draped herself over the curve of Bee's helmet, still quivering from the near-brush with death. "So, remind me of this if I ever think it's a good idea to jump out of a tree." She muttered, and Bee nodded slightly. She had gingerly let herself slide down his helmet, until she was now sitting on his right shoulder. "That was so definitely not smart." She mumbled, letting her head fall against Bumblebee's gently. "It's always easier to jump out of a tree then it is to jump into one." Bee lowered her to the ground gently after coaxing her into a hand. "You're very high-energy, Foxy." "Yeah, sorry. Should've warned you about that." She gave him apologetic smile, then she scrambled into the tree again, this time staying lower to the ground. "Hmm…" She could see another branch in the next tree that she could swing to, but where to go from there… She maneuvered herself into the best position, then began swinging, her feet arcing out into the space between the two trees. Once she thought she had enough momentum, she let go, and sent herself flying towards the branch. She landed on it so perfectly, so flawlessly, she was sure that she couldn't do it again. She had landed in a sitting position, her feet draping down, as though she were sitting on a chair. Bee, who thought she had meant to do it, clapped softly, making her laugh. "Thanks, Bee." She had now captured the attention of the others, and Ratchet looked up at her. "What are you doing?" "Not really sure. I'm not one to sit around all that often, so I guess I'm just keeping myself entertained." He shook his head with a sigh, and she continued on her way, swinging through the trees like a monkey. "She's ape-like." Bee replied, pointing up at her. "Hey, I just thought of something." Jazz looked up to see her hanging directly above him, swinging on the branch. She let herself fall, and he plucked her out of the air, then set her down. There was no fear in her eyes as he did, and he couldn't hide a grin. "What's that, Little Bee?" "What're we doing here? Waiting for someone?" Optimus nodded. "He is a spy for the Autobots. He will give us the signal that our hangar is safe once Megatron and he leave for their own hideout." "Oh. All right. So we're just 'hanging' around until he does?" She got another nod from Optimus. "All right. Makes sense. Thanks, Optimus." With that, she was back in a tree, trying to hide from any 'intruders'.

Bee looked up at her, seeing her creeping through the tree. He asked her what she was doing, thoroughly confused. "Shhh, I'm a ninja. I'm hiding from the warriors in my imagination." She replied, and Bee nodded in understanding. "But… you're Foxy. Not a ninja." "It's called pretending, Bee." She flashed him a smile, then refocused her attention on scanning what she could see in her line of sight, looking for invisible baddies that only she could see. As though she saw something, her hand slipped to her jeans pocket, slowly forming into the shape of a handgun as she pretended to pull it from her pocket. She held it up, as though peering through the sight of it, repositioned her aim, then uttered a quiet 'Pew', her index and middle fingers lifting up, as though she had fired an invisible bullet. "Ninjas don't carry firearms." Foxy jumped slightly at Bee's voice, and she looked down, to find him watching her. "Okay, so I'm not a ninja. I'll be… a spy. They have firearms." "But are you not already a spy?" "I am, I'm just pretending, Bee. It's a game. Like you could pretend to be… the awesome, cool, talking spy car that has lots of weapons that the spy always uses by pressing buttons and firing at the bad guys. And the spy always has a beautiful woman with him, it's kind of a given." "But I'm already a talking car that has weapons." "Yeah, it's a bit of bad imagination on my part. Hmm… Let's see… the spy always has that one friend that gives him intel on the bad guys." She replied. Bee appeared to have given up with understanding her logic, because he sighed, shook his head, and continued watching the horizon Foxy had been watching.

Abruptly, Foxy looked over at Optimus alertly, hearing him shift slightly. "It is safe. Megatron has left the island." Bee looked up at Foxy, and she jumped down into his waiting grasp with a quiet whoop. The others began transforming, and rolled out of the dense grove of trees, Sam and the girl coming running. Bee set Foxy down, and she gave him a smile before telling him that he should take Sam and Mikaela, and that she could ride with Jazz. "You only have two hands, Bee. Jazz, you won't mind, will you?" "Ey, no problemo Little Bee." "See? I'll be all right. I promise." Bee sighed, nuzzled her goodbye, then watched as she walked over to Jazz, who was already waiting for her in his Solstice form. She climbed into the passenger side, gave Bumblebee a wave, then buckled her seatbelt, sure that Jazz was going to go flying down the highway at some point. She was slightly surprised when Wheelie jumped in with her, sitting on her lap and seeming to make himself right at home. "Hi, Wheelie." She replied with a smirk, knowing why he was with her. "Ey man, if that little thing thinks he's gonna-" "Jazz, he won't. Won't you, Wheelie?" She gave the little Autobot a look. "Hey, I only did it once! What more do you want from me? A foot massage?" "Wheelie… Behave." She warned. "This is nuts! I don't need this! What? What, is it because I'm smaller then you?! Don't get me started, you, otherwise you're askin' for it!" "Wheelie, chill!" With that, Foxy pulled out her blanket and wrapped him in it tightly, so he couldn't get loose. She held it tightly, all the while listening to him complain, very loudly.

"Sorry, Jazz. I thought it would work." She replied not even two minutes later, unraveling him and tossing her blanket over him when she set him on the floor. "Ey, it's all cool. Not your fault he won't shut up." "Hey, I heard that!" Wheelie exclaimed, pulling the blanket off with a snarl. "Wheelie, hush. Go into recharge." Foxy told him, giving him a gentle nudge with her foot. She felt him lie across her feet, hearing him grumbling about 'humans thinking they were superior' and 'thinking they could tell him what to do'. She smiled to herself, and the three lapsed into quiet. Now that the excitement was over for the ride, or so she hoped, she laid back and listened to the sound of Jazz's engine, and the wind whipping in the open window. Her head lifted, and her eyes fell shut, as they had during that first ride with Bee. The wind blew her hair all over the place, and she began taking ponytail holders off her left wrist, having them lining both forearms for that exact purpose. She felt for the one she had put in earlier, fixed it, then began putting the rest of them in, down to her yellow ends. She blinked in surprise as she noticed how long her hair had gotten. Once the last one was in, she sat back, the long 'rope' of hair laying over her left shoulder. The quiet other then the wind and his engine was peaceful, so she wasn't surprised when she found herself reclining against the seat, lulled into a sort of 'meditative' state.

The quiet existed until Optimus' voice came across the connection. "Jazz, you have her?" "Yeah, I've got 'er. And that little toy too." Foxy glanced down at Wheelie to see if he'd make a comment, and smiled when she found him (thankfully) still in recharge. She reached down to bring him to her lap, and settled him there after laying the blanket over him, making sure that it wasn't completely covering him. "Why're you treatin' him like a pet, Little Bee? He ain't no canine." "I'm not really sure why, Jazz. I'd probably do the same to Bee, if he were small enough. It's… kind of hard to describe. It's just… he sort of reminds me of one, I think." "Bee?" "No, Wheelie. He's inappropriate, follows me everywhere, is always antagonizing me, but in the end, I guess I find it cute, almost like a naughty puppy. Bee, on the other hand… Bee's a great friend. You all are. I couldn't have asked for a better group of robots to be stuck far away from my home with." She replied softly, petting Wheelie absentmindedly. She sighed, gazing down at Wheelie, the soft smile she had held fading quickly. "In fact, I'm beginning to wish there was a way for you all to come with me. To stay." "Who knows, Little Bee? Optimus might figure a way to come see ya every now and then." She sighed again, still gazing down at the robot snoring in her lap. "That's not my 'real' home, you know." "What're ya talkin' about? I thought you said it was?" "I did, because something happened to send me there, many years ago, when I was younger." "What sent ya there?" She began telling him the story of how she had gotten there, and a brief summary of the World Grand Prix scam, and who all the others were. "-And… it sort of is home. Not where I was made, but it's much better then my 'place of origin'. That place wasn't 'home' at all. It was just where I lived, since I had to." She finished, gazing out the window now, watching as the sky, trees, and land flew by. Jazz was quiet for a few minutes, taking in all the information she had given him. "Didja tell Bee?" "Not yet. I didn't want him to think…" She didn't finish her sentence, but sighed anyways. She was quiet for a few minutes, trying to gather her thoughts. "I just… didn't want him to think that I was being a wuss, or a liar, because I'm not." "But don'tcha miss your 'real' family?" "My dad, yeah, but he's long gone. Has been for a long, long time. My mother and my brother… I'm sure they're fine without me. They never needed me around anyways, always telling me to get out of their way, my brother tossing me around like a doll, always ordering me around, then complaining when I didn't do something right." "That just ain't right." "I hear you. That's why I was glad to leave there. I knew that it sucked, but I had no way to leave, otherwise, they'd track me down. Or I'd be dead by the time they found me. So I stuck it out the best I could, made a stupid wish, didn't think it would happen, then I'm in Radiator Springs. Just like that. And I knew she'd never be able to find me, so I was finally happy. They allow me to have complete custody of myself, unlike… her, and in return, I provide entertainment, and protection. Pretty pathetic exchange, but there's not much else I can do." She shrugged, then sighed. "So I became a spy, figuring that I could use my fingers to my advantage. And I have. More then once, I've been saved just because I'm able to hold onto something, or draw a weapon that much faster." Jazz, who had been silent throughout her entire explanation, was silent for a minute longer, then asked her where the red-and-yellow fox had come from. "Oh, that was me." She smiled. "It's a hologram, for going undercover in the spy job." "Wicked, Little Bee." "Yeah, I love it."

She lapsed into silence, thinking, then blinked a few times. "Hey, Jazz?" Her voice was soft, and she sounded unsure. "Whazzup, Little Bee?" "Don't tell Bumblebee, but I've been thinking of changing the colors around on that fox hologram, if I can." "Why'd I tell Bee?" "I was thinking of changing them to match him." She replied softly, her voice growing quieter. "Never seen one in those colors before. Go for it." "You really think I should?" She asked, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Sure. Bee'll go nuts." "I'll try once we get back to the hideout. I've got a feeling that Wheelie wouldn't be too pleased." Foxy replied, looking down at the robot who looked more then comfortable sprawled out across her legs. "Don't get him outta recharge, otherwise he's hitchin' his own ride back to the ship." "The ship? We have to go back on the ship?" "Yeah, that's how we got here, Little Bee. What's wrong?" "I do not like ships, I do not like them at all. They could sink, or get stuck in the middle of the ocean, or the waves knock them over, or they hit a reef or an iceberg, or the captain gets shot and the passengers can't get off the boat-" "Little Bee, chillax. That's not gonna happen." "That's not all, Jazz. There's a lot more problems that can go wrong with a boat or ship." "Ya don't like submarines, do ya?" "Those are even worse. You're stuck underwater, so its even smaller and more cramped, and if you run out of fuel you're stuck underwater, with a limited air supply, and once that's used up, if you try to open the hatch it'll kill you, you'll sink in the ocean, and die, and-" "Little Bee, chill!" She paused at his exclamation, heard him sigh, and she sank down in the seat. "None of that stuff's gonna happen." "The possibility that it might is what terrifies me." "Stop worryin' about it. Then, it won't happen." She blinked, realizing that Jazz was right. "Ya know I'm right." She could hear such a gloating, smug tone in his voice, and it drove her nuts, but she held it down. "Yeah, I do. Now." He laughed, and she pouted, feeling incredibly made fun of. "I'm taking a nap." She replied, sure that she sounded like a child but not caring. There was a laugh from Jazz, and she pulled some of the blanket off Wheelie and over herself.

She was awoken by Jazz trying to get her attention, and blinked in surprise. "I'm up… I'm up." She looked around, her eyes wide. "Wake the toy too, homes." "Got it. Wheelie, up. We're leaving." She bounced him gently with her knees, and heard him grumble. She undid the seat belt, grabbed her bag, wrapped Wheelie in the blanket with a roll of her eyes, then got out. She hesitated, seeing the ship, but was nudged forwards by Jazz with a servo. Feeling the claw at her back, gently but firmly pushing her forwards, she sighed and kept right on walking, not having much of a choice. Bee was already below deck, and that was where Jazz finally let up on his persistent nudging to her back. Bee looked amazed to see her willingly walking into the room, and on the ship, but Foxy just sat down next to him, and set Wheelie down. The little robot had gone into recharge almost directly after Foxy woke him up. "Little slagger." She grumbled, glancing down at him. Bee shook a scolding finger at her, and she covered her mouth with a hand. "Sorry, Bee." She mumbled through her hand, although she was smiling, knowing that he was just toying with her. "I'm gonna go see if there's any coffee on this ship." She looked up at Bee with a smile, then hesitantly stood up again, swaying slightly as the ship rocked. "Whoa… geez…" Bumblebee reached out a servo, and she tried to steady herself, her feet spread well apart. She reached out a hand to him to show that she was all right, not sure who she was trying to convince more, herself or Bumblebee.

Once she had gotten used to the rocking, she nodded, and began hesitantly creeping across the floor, as though wading through a room packed full of others. She made it to the door, then gave Bumblebee a wave before shutting the door. She was unable to find any coffee, but she did find food, which was fine by her for the moment. She needed food, she could survive without coffee for the moment. She took a sandwich and an apple from the selection, then headed down, trying to remember where the door was. "Mmm!" She wobbled a bit as the ship rocked, then swallowed her mouthful of apple. "Bitch..!" She mumbled in a slightly surprised tone, but kept on going, looking up at the doors. Finally, she found one that looked promising, and opened it, only to find Bee. "Yay! I found you!" She replied happily, hopping over the high point at the bottom of the doorway. "Were we playing hide-and-seek?" "No, I just thought I got lost." She replied, and sat down abruptly as the boat lurched. "Whoa!" She exclaimed, a shocked look on her face. She looked down at the two food selections in her hands, going from one to the other, then bit down on the apple, holding it between her teeth as best she could. That finished, she lifted her sandwich into the air, then crawled on her knees and free hand over to Bumblebee, who was watching her in slight amusement. She sat back down, took a bite of her apple, then began munching contentedly. "You're not afraid of the ship?" "Nope. The ship has food." She mumbled around a mouthful, giving him a smile.

When she had finished with both items, she reached into her bag and pulled out her ears and tail again. "There are ears as well?" "Yup." She replied, returning them to their rightful place on her head. The ears, which automatically shut off once they weren't in contact with her head, began moving. Front, back, up, drooping, sideways, back towards the middle, one up one back, vice versa. This was the calibration sequence, and she smiled as they functioned as they should. Next, her tail. It was essentially the same, although there was a wider range of motion to go through with it. Finally, both items were reading her emotions properly, with one of her ears up, and her tail lying limply behind her. "Do you not sit on it by mistake?" "My tail? I've come close a few times, but other then that, nope. Although it is fun to chase." Bee gave her a confused look, and she gave him a smile. "Watch." She went to the middle of the room, and began spinning in circles, her tail remaining limp as she gained speed. She tried catching it as she spun, her teeth clacking together with sharp clicks, until she chomped down on the end of her tail, and stopped. The ship lurched, and she tumbled to the floor, still holding her tail. "Mmm…" She mumbled around her tail, then spat it out. "Man, this captain doesn't know how to drive." She giggled, then began inching her way over to Bumblebee. "It's as simple as that, Bee." She looked down at the recharging Wheelie as he grumbled something, then rolled over. "He seems comfortable." Foxy muttered, looking up at Bee with a smile. Now that she knew what to expect from the ship, she was quickly growing bored with doing nothing. She stood up slowly, not wanting to topple over again, then headed towards the door. "I'll be back, I hope. I'm going exploring." She called back, and shut the door, turning around to look at it so she could remember it. "Hmm…" She studied it, then looked at what was around the door on the walls, and nodded once before setting off. She soon found Jazz, and greeted him. "Whatchu doin', Little Bee?" "Exploring." She replied, then continued on her way. She came across Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, and the humans who had been at the base. She glanced over at them, noticed that they looked busy, and decided against saying hello, in case she interrupted them.

She continued looking around the lower area of the ship, not realizing that it was growing late. She jumped as she rounded a corner and nearly ran into Bumblebee, who was obviously looking for her. "Oh, Bee! You scared me!" She giggled. "It's late. Do you not know what time it is?" "I'm afraid not. Sorry, Bee." The two made their way back to the room, and she laid down next to Wheelie, pulling some of the blanket over herself with a shiver. It was cold on the ship. She fell asleep slowly, the rocking, creaking, and groaning of the ship keeping her awake. It was nothing like the quiet she was used to, even two months from when she had last seen Lightning, and Doc, and Sheriff, and Fillmore. When she did fall asleep, it was a dream-filled, restless, tossing-and-turning sleep. Her eyes snapped open for what felt like the millionth time, her dream fading away, as was the loud groan from the metal around her that she guessed had woken her. Feeling that sleep was futile, she sighed softly, and eased her way out from underneath the blanket, grabbing her bag as she huddled in the corner. She opened it, and took inventory of what was in it: her horse, a hairbrush, her phone, a set of earbuds, a few extra pairs of jeans and shirts, another sweatshirt, and of course the blanket Wheelie was using. She pulled out her horse, her back pressed against the corner, and brought her knees up to her chin, hugging her horse, like a child. She stayed there for the rest of the night, wide awake despite how tired she was. She settled her head on her knees, her eyelids drooping, wishing that she could fall asleep. Since they were below the waves, there were no windows, thus, no way to tell if it was morning or not. She looked dully over at Bumblebee, who had apparently reformed into his Camaro mode after she went to bed, since that was what was setting there. A thought flashed across her mind, telling her to climb into Bumblebee for comfort, but she shook her head, trying to dissipate the thought. That would wake Bee, and it was her own fault that she couldn't get to sleep. Why wake someone else up for her problems? She sighed, then went to put her horse in her bag so he didn't get lost. Once that was done, she made her way silently across the floor, opening the door slowly and praying that it wouldn't screech. Thankfully it didn't, and she was able to slip out into the hall and close the door. That finished, she headed up to the deck, not able to think of anywhere else to go without disturbing someone.

Her footsteps quiet, she passed by what she thought was Jazz's room, then Ratchet's, then Ironhide's. She was sure on the last one, because she could hear the weapons specialist grunting, as he usually did when 'dreaming'. She emerged from below deck, and her exhausted eyes turned to the sky, which was turning a light gray, some stars still littering it to the West. To the East, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and it threw something colossal into a silhouette. She recognized the outline, and went to stand beside Optimus quietly, gazing out at the ocean and sunrise from around her bangs. "Hi, Optimus." She greeted him softly, as though a wind had whispered past. He nodded a greeting, as was his usual. The two lapsed into a peaceful silence, the sound of the waves hitting the ship and the ship's engine the only sounds in the early morning. "You should be asleep. It is still early." "I've been up for a while." She replied in that same volume, and heard Optimus sigh. "What's the matter?" She turned to look up at him in concern, her ears pricking up. "It is not something you need to be worrying about, Foxy." "All right." She replied softly, letting it drop. She knew when he wanted to discuss something with her, but this was not one of those rare times. She faced the sunrise again, her ears drooping back down as she yawned softly. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her sweatshirt, hugging them to her body and trying to rid herself of the cold. Her sleeves hung limply at her sides, as did her hair, although she had it draped over her shoulder.

She sat down on the deck, facing the sunrise, going cross-legged. She let her hands fall to her knees, then shut her eyes, her head lowering. She remained silent for quite a while, long enough for the sun to start poking above the horizon, just the tip of it. When she opened her eyes again, she sat there in the same position for even longer, just sitting quietly and gazing out at the sun. "What have you seen?" She looked up to Optimus, gently shaking her bangs out of her eyes. "My friends in the town." She replied quietly. "They are…" "They appeared all right." Optimus nodded, as though hearing this pleased him. "You think quite highly of them." For the first time that morning, a smile crossed her lips. "They mean an incredible amount to me, and not just because I live with them. They've comforted me, they've shown me what life can really be like, but they've also shown me how important their past is to them, and I've embraced it completely. It's something I can only dream of living through, because it is the past, sadly." "The blue one spoke highly of you, as well as the red one." Another smile graced her face, but this time it was a sad smile, one of memories passing by the eyes of the one wearing it. "I never knew that they enjoyed my company that much." "It would appear that they enjoy you immensely, from what the red one told me." "That was Lightning. He's like a sibling to me. Older, of course, but I don't mind. Never have." She appeared as though she wanted to say more, but hesitated, then sighed quietly, shutting her mouth. "There is something you wish to say?" He turned to look down at her, and watched as she sighed again. "I've grown really fond of all of you, and I guess I was just wondering, maybe once the portal was up…" "I know what it is you are asking, Foxy. I am afraid that unless we are not busy, there will be little time for us to visit you, or you to visit us." "Oh. All right, Optimus. Thank you anyway." She replied quietly, then rose from the deck. She bid him goodbye for the moment, then headed below the deck again, wanting to try to catch some sleep.

As she stepped lightly through the halls, she couldn't help feeling saddened by Optimus' words. Unless they were doing absolutely nothing, which was rare, she would lose sight of them completely, and she feared that they would become nothing but a memory. She made her way back into the room containing her things, Wheelie, and Bumblebee quietly, not wanting to wake either of the Autobots. She padded softly across the room, then opened her bag, reaching in and pulling out her horse. 'What do I do?' She mouthed sadly to the plush, her shoulders drooping. Her eyes shut tightly against the sting of tears, and when she opened them again, a single tear dropped from her right eye onto her horse's snout. She wrapped him in a hug, resting her chin on the head of the plush, as she had when she was a child. She headed for the corner again, and sat down as she had nearly two hours earlier, only this time there were silent tears dripping from her eyes and onto her horse. Tears that scattered her thoughts, and made deciding who to go to that much harder. Should she go to the Autobots, to stay with Bumblebee? Or should she go back to town, with Fillmore, and Lightning, and Doc? Her eyes shut again, but that didn't stop the tears from slipping out from underneath her eyelids. Was this what it felt like, being torn in two? Because she didn't like it, at all. There were too many decisions, too many friends that she would leave behind if she went in either direction. Should she go where cars ruled the world, and she was known as being the only human in the world, where she had lived the longest? Or should she stay with these giant robots that she knew next to nothing about, other then that they all had separate vehicle forms, and understood some human tendencies, just because they co-existed in a world run by humans? She wanted someone to make the choice for her, but she knew that the only one who could was herself. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyelids, hard enough to see bursts of colors flood her vision.

Something brushed up against her leg, and her eyes opened, although she was still blinded by the colors. Slowly those faded, and she looked up to see a familiar Camaro bumper facing her. "Hi, Bee…" She whispered softly, attempting to pass him a smile, to fake everything being okay. It didn't hit her tear-filled eyes at all, and she quickly wrapped her arms around her horse again, her head going down, her bangs obscuring her face. Something brushed against her leg again, this time more insistently, but she didn't look up. She heard Elvis' 'Heartbreak Hotel' murmuring from somewhere, more then likely Bumblebee's radio. Without looking up, she shook her head, and shut her eyes. The song abruptly cut out, only to be replaced by Louis Armstrong's 'What a Wonderful World'. She shook her head again, and the song cut out. Another song came over Bee's radio, and her hands shook as the tears increased tenfold. '-My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm. This bond between us, can't be broken. I will be here, don't you cry. 'Cause you'll be in my heart, yes you'll be in my heart. From this day on, now and forever more. You'll be in my heart, not matter what they say. You'll be here in my heart… always…' Now, she was weeping silently, her shoulders shaking. Something nudged into her leg, but she didn't have to look up to know it was Bee. "I don't know what to do, Bumblebee. I-I want to see them again, but… if I do that, I may never see any of you again." Her head finally raised, and her eyes were swimming with tears, others sparkling in her bangs and on her horse. She glanced behind Bee's grille to see Wheelie missing. "Wheelie's gone." She sniffled softly, moving to brush a soaked section of hair out of her eyes. Bee took the advantage, and the Camaro grille broke apart, as did the rest of the 'car', soon leaving a roughly 16-and-a-half foot tall Autobot in its place. She was instantly scooped up in Bee's grasp, and pressed tightly to the Camaro chest armor. It was there that the tears started pouring out, an inner dam of self-restraint broken. Not once did she make a sound through the tears, accustomed to crying silently so as not to disturb anyone. Although, it seemed as though she had, because Bee had been in recharge when she had started.

At last, nearly fifteen minutes later, the water flooding from her eyes began to cease, and she regained the ability to talk. "I-I didn't wake you up, d-did I?" She whimpered. Bumblebee hesitated, and Foxy turned green, exhausted, tear-filled eyes up to him, looking as though she had just lost not one family but two in mere seconds, and had been kidnapped after the fact. "B-Bee, tell me." Her order was weak, and he shook his head. "B-Bee…" He sighed, then nodded. "I'm sorry." Her voice was nothing but a whisper, and her lips barely moved. Her eyes lowered to her hands, and she pressed the heels of them into her eyes, hard, as she had done before. "I'm an idiot. I'm an absolute idiot, I'm completely incapable of doing anything right, or making tough decisions. Or simple decisions." Her voice was small and weak, but there was venom in it just the same. She felt a massive finger loop itself around one of her wrists gently, and it began gingerly pulling her hand away from her eye. The colors were there again, but they faded, until all she saw was the blue of Bumblebee's optics. "You're absolutely incorrect." "That too." She replied, lowering her other hand slowly, until it rested limply in her lap with the one Bee had coaxed down. "That's false. You're intelligent, and entertaining, and my second favorite human." Her head, which had lowered again, rose to look up at him. "Wh-What?" She asked softly in disbelief. "It's the truth. Sam was the very first human I met, and he will always be a favorite to me. You're different then Sam, but you're also a favorite." "You aren't the first robot I've met, but it's because of you that I can't decide where to go. I would miss you most of all, Bee. You were the first one to deal with me longer then Optimus had, and I never thought that I would want to stay as badly as I do now." With that, she buried her face into his armor, feeling a finger running along her back gently. "I just… I need someone to make the decision, but I know it's going to have to be me. That's what makes this difficult. I want to learn, I want to know, all about all of you, but I've known the town for years, and they won't understand-" "If they're as meaningful to you as you say they are, I'm sure they will understand your reasons." "I'm just afraid that they won't, and instead they'll think that I'm deserting them. I've never deserted anyone, ever, and I never want to." "Then do not desert them. Tell them that you will return again, once we find a way to return you there. We still haven't found your significance to Megatron, so the battle has yet to happen." Her eyes had dried since this point, and she quickly brushed away any remaining tears lingering in her bangs or on her cheeks. "There's still time for decisions such as these, Foxy. Not everything needs to be solved at once." She remained silent, her mind whirling at top speed, thinking over what Bumblebee had said, his finger still running the length of her spine gently.

"You've been broken before." "Wh-What, Bee?" She asked quietly, looking up at him in confusion. "When I've seen other humans' optics leak, they had always made some sort of sound. You don't. Someone has taught you to feel pain in silence. Who has done this?" His optics narrowed, and Foxy was slightly surprised to find that he was angered by this information. She hesitated, and he picked up on her hesitation at once. "Was it these 'cars' that you find you are pining over?" "It wasn't them. It was… my mother." "The carrier?" Foxy nodded. "Why has she done this?" "I'm not sure, Bee. She used to think of me as a servant, as did my brother." "There is a sibling?" "Yes, but he wasn't the good kind of sibling. He was the exact opposite." "He was Megatron?" A whimpering laugh made its way out of her mouth, although it sounded more like a weak sob. "He made Megatron seem like an Autobot." "This is impossible. There's never been any sentient creature worse then Megatron." "It's an analogy. I meant that he was absolutely horrible. He was always tossing me out of his way, even if I wasn't close to him at all. He could toss me about as easily as you could." "That's an extremely powerful human." "You're telling me. Then I'd always get blamed for it by my mother." "This doesn't make sense. You shouldn't be getting punishment for what he has done." "At least you're on my side. They weren't. They would've been on Megatron's side." "But… is it not you who is on my side?" The weak laugh sounded again from Foxy. "Yeah, that's how it is. How it always has been." "The average American family doesn't fight as yours does." "Don't I know it. Sometimes, I just wish that my family was normal, just for a day. Where my father was back, there was no fighting, we had a dog-" "Where's your mech creator gone to?" "Mech creator?" "Is this 'father' not the dominant one in the family?" "Oh. He was, but he wasn't home often. When he was, he was usually sleeping or with my brother and I." "The mech creator of your family was not available often. Yet you sound so pleased, so… happy when you speak of him." "My father was my favorite person, easily. He was the 'fun' one, who would always be willing to entertain me when I was a child." "Then where has he gone?" "He's dead, Bee." Her expression had become firm, and her eyes carried a weak flash of pain before it disappeared. Bumblebee caught it and wrapped her in a hug that was both comfortingly tight, but also loose enough to avoid killing her.

The hollow look in her eyes suggested that she had poured every last bit of energy and emotion she had into her decision and her explanations, although her actions said differently. She was still able to curl up against Bee's armor, allowing the hug to engulf her. "Has your carrier also shown you how to fake emotions?" She wouldn't, couldn't respond verbally, instead just nodded. She was exhausted, and Bee clearly knew it, because he didn't press any other questions on her. Instead, he headed to grab her things, and scooped them and the blanket up in the other hand, passing them to Foxy. She took them, then voiced her thanks, softly. She placed her horse, which she was mildly surprised to find she was still holding, in her bag, then folded up her blanket but not putting it in her bag. Bee emerged from below deck, carrying Foxy in an arm. Luckily, they weren't the last ones off the ship, a man Foxy had come to know as Lennox, then Optimus were. She knew that Lennox was a high-ranking person in the military, so she assumed that he and Optimus had been talking with other important people about what to do about Megatron. Bee transformed into a Camaro again, after setting Foxy down. She entered on the passenger's side, and climbed in the back, rolling over to face the backs of the seats after laying down. She tugged the blanket over herself, and she was asleep before Sam and Mikaela even got in.

Hello, readers! Apparently Megatron just couldn't wait. Less then two chapters, and he's already starting stuff. Seriously, Megsy? *ducks as a missile soars towards her* Sorry! I forgot you hate that nickname. I don't own Phil Collins' 'You'll Be In My Heart', he does. XD Anyway, uber-long chappie this time around, mostly because I couldn't help typing all of this in one go. Whoopsies... Ehehehe... Anyway, we're finally discovering some things about Foxy! Interesting, no? What does it all mean? Why, you'll just need to find out, because I'm evil like that! In fact, I'm as evil as Megsy! *fried by a shot from Megatron's fusion cannon* Ehehehe, sorry. *nervous grin* I've taken the place of Starscream, right Megs-*stops at the cannon being pointed at her*-I-I...I was going to say Megatron, Lord High Protector. *innocent grin in his direction* Anyway, review so Megatron don't kill me, pretty please? I like life a lot.