These will be stories I plan on writing in the future, so stay tuned.

I'd also like to say that I won't but updating too often for the next month. But, as soon as school lets out at the end of May, I'll try to update frequently, and maybe start some new stories :D

I can't really promise anything, though, since my family works at home and only has one computer and an iPad. Although, I might get my parents to drop me off at the library a few times a week, assuming they have a Microsoft program, or at least WordPad.

Anyway, here goes my third chapter.

Chapter 3: Olivia

He looked a little stunned, but not as much as I thought he would.

It really wasn't that hard to figure out this Rion guy was Optimus Prime using a holoform. I've seen all the movies, several of the TV series, and read enough online stories to be able to spot an Autobot when I see one. I'm very observant, always have been.

What was surprising, of course, was the fact the Optimus Prime is FREAKING REAL! But, I've learned how to keep such emotions out of my profile, so others do not catch on to how I'm feeling on the inside.

This is part of the reason why no one really knows the real me. Not even Macala or my family, contrary to what the may believe.

"How did you deduce my true identity so quickly?" he asked me. He didn't sound irritated or shocked, just genuinely curious.

"Please," I replied, looking him in the eyes with a small smirk. "Only someone who wasn't a true fan of Transformers wouldn't be able to piece such a simple puzzle together." I started listing the clues with my fingers. "You sound exactly like Optimus, even though you are obviously not Peter Cullen; you have the exact truck from the live-action movies, Autobot insignia and all; and I'm pretty sure in normal trucks, seatbelts don't fasten the passenger to the seat by themselves."

He smiled at me. I could tell he was impressed with my keen sense of observation, even if the seatbelt thing was a dead give away, and I'm certain he was well aware of that. I've always been good at finding connections between various things. Of course, only a complete moron wouldn't have known something screwy was up when the seatbelt moved by itself.

"I suppose I should not be surprised. If memory serves, you have quite a talent in psychological analysis, both self and otherwise." he said. This caught me off guard.

"What do you mean 'If memory serves?'" I asked.

"I am PrimeCommander44 on FanFiction. You and I have had many a conversation via the private message function." he answered.

My eyes widened from the realization. PC44, as I had come to call him, and I had been friends on that website for about a year and a half now. He was one of my first followers when I had posted my first story. His reviews started out as constructive criticism, which I gladly accepted and applied to my later chapters and stories. Then he sent me a private message, asking me where I got my ideas and concepts about Cybertronians and their connection to Earth. I told him that some of my ideas were inspired by other stories, some I came up with on my own. Over time, we became good friends.

"You're PC44?" I asked, more to myself than to him.

I just sat their, going over some of the conversations we'd had. In retrospect, it made sense. He didn't use contractions or abbreviations very often, and he never misspelled a word.

"Yes I am." he said. "That is how I came to find you here. I hacked your computer-"

"You what?!" I exclaimed. There were things on my computer no one but me is allowed to see. Especially Optimus. Some girl's have a diary or a journal; I have private Microsoft files. There were things on there no one but me should be allowed to ever lay eyes on. I would die of mortification.

"I did not access anything I did not think you wished me to." he assured me. "I simply accessed information regarding your daily schedule, and found an e-mail from Macala, asking if you were still coming to her dwelling tonight."

I relaxed hearing this. I probably should have known Optimus would respect my privacy. But that didn't explain everything.

"Why, then?" I asked him. "Why did you come for me. There are thousands, maybe millions of other girls who I bet are just as suitable for... what ever it is you need of me."

"That is where you are wrong, but answers can come later." he said. I am not a patient girl, and that wasn't about to change.

However, as annoyed as I was, I knew Optimus must have his reasons. He would tell me when the time was right, I supposed. I was still annoyed, though.

"For now," he began. "I think it best you and your friends rest. We have a long trip ahead of us. I apologize in advance."

"What do you-" I started to say, when a vent opened in front of me, and some sort of odorless gas sprayed me in the face. I gasped in surprise, which was a big mistake. A few seconds later, my head started to spin and my eyelids grew heavier, and heavier. The last thing I heard were my friends in the back freaking out, until everything went black.

As I slowly regained conciousness, I could hear voices in the background. I couldn't make out any words, but I could tell there were quite a few people talking. As the fog in my head slowly cleared, I decided to pretend I was still out, to see if I couldn't figure out what was going on, since I couldn't remember what had happened.

"They should be awakening any moment, now." said a voice. I knew that voice... it sounded like Ratchet from Transformers: Prime.

Next, I heard some beeps, whistles, and chirps that also sounded familiar. Bumblebee... I thought sleepily.

"I disagree, Bee. I'm not sure bringing the other two human females was a good idea." This voice sounded like Ironhide from Bayverse.

"I feel that having some close companions will make this easier for her. Considering what she is and what she is meant to do, it could prove to be a bit overwhelming." I would recognize that voice anywhere. That was Optimus.

I decided to open my eyes, but not enough so they would notice. At least, that's what I thought, until I heard Ratchet say "Oh good, she has finally regained conciousness."

Since there was no point is keeping up my unconscious facade, I fully opened my eyes and sat up. I was met with the sight of five Autobots. I recognized Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Ironhide, but I couldn't place the fifth Cybertronian.

"Um... hi?" I said, fascinated, but cautious. They all stared at me, and I stared back. I knew they were Autobots since they all bore the insignia, but that didn't explain why I was here.

With my peripheral vision, I could see Macala and Meg still unconscious on metal tables to my right. I wondered how they would react to all this.

Optimus spoke first. "I realize that you may be having a hard time comprehending what is happening. So, I will explain. You already know who we all are, correct?"

I nodded. "You're Optimus Prime, you're Ironhide, you're Bumblebee, you're Ratchet," I listed, pointing to all of them. "-and... I don't think I know who you are." I said, pointing to the Autobot I didn't recognize.

"My designation is Prowl." he said. That's when recognition hit me like a cannonball. He looked and sounded very much like the Transformers: Animated version of himself, but the difference was: this was real life.

At least, I was pretty sure it was all real. I pinched myself. When I felt the pain, I knew this was, in fact, reality. I smiled.

"Nice to meet you all." I said. "I'm Olivia, but I bet you all know that already, right?"

"We do." Ratchet said. He looked pretty similar to the Transformers: Prime version of himself, which made me happy, since he was my favorite of all the Ratchets.

"Now, how about you 'bots tell me why you brought me here." I suggested. "And while you're at it, maybe you could tell me where here is?" I added.

Ironhide answered me. "You and your friends are in the medical bay of our secret base. We cannot tell you where exactly, yet. But rest assured, you are still in the United States."

That was good to know. We were, at least, in the same country. Then I started to wonder about something.

"Is this base underground, like in the Unicron Trilogy?" I asked, looking around.

Ratchet smiled at me. "It is indeed; you are a smart human, Miss Olivia."

I smiled and looked to the ground, playing with my hair a little. I was well aware that I was considered quite intelligent, but I was also self-conscious. So, receiving the compliment made me blush a little. "Thanks." I said.

"She probably has other questions." Bumblebee said to the others.

"I do." I said to him. The other four 'bots stared at me in disbelief, like I'd done something impossible. "What?" I inquired.

"You... can understand him?" Prowl asked me.

"Yeah... can't you guys?" I replied. They all exchanged looks. I knew exactly what they were doing. "Hey, private comm-link is totally rude, you know!" I scolded, annoyed.

Optimus looked to Bumblebee, nodding at him. Bumblebee walked up to me, leaning closer so we were at eye level. "Repeat after me." he instructed. "Megatron's helm looks like a shiny, over-sized bucket."

I laughed a little at the statement, but did as he instructed. "Megatron's helm looks like a shiny, over-sized bucket." I repeated. "I kind of agree with you."

He looked at me, his optics smiling. He looked more or less like the Transformers: Prime version of himself, they same way Ratchet did. Ironhide looked similar to his movie form, but his face made me think that this is how he would have looked if he had been in the CGI show. Optimus was a cross; he had the awesome flames from the movies, but his frame was more similar to Transformers: Prime. Needless to say, I liked his real-life look best.

His voice broke my train of thought. "Olivia, Bumblebee was speaking Cybertronian." he said. My eyes widened in shock and my mouth was slightly open.

"How..." I started, searching for the right words. "How is that possible. All I heard was straight-up English." This was when I remembered Raf, the young human boy from the CGI show. He could also understand Bee. I figured it was because of the bond they shared, but I was certain Bee and I weren't that close. After all, I'd only known him for a few minutes.

"Olivia," Optimus began. "The reason we brought you here is because you are... not like other humans..." he trailed off. After a few moments, he asked me, "Are you familiar with the All-Spark?"

"Yeah, it's the source of all life on Cybertron, right?" Then a thought hit me. "Is that why you guys are here; you're looking for the All-Spark?" I asked.

"One of them." Ratchet answered. I looked to him. His arms were crossed as he studied me, or, more likely, scanned me. I suddenly felt self-conscious. I was only wearing a black cami that had a built-in bra and a pair of khaki-colored short shorts. No shoes or socks, and I'm certain my hair was all over the place. Then I remembered that these were Cybertronians. They wouldn't care what I was wearing; such things were of little importance to them. This thought made me feel better.

"The All-Spark crashed to Earth eons ago." Prowl explained. "We believe that the crash was the reason the... what were they called... the pre-historic lizards that were much larger than even we Cybertronians..." he trailed off, trying to remember. I helped him out.

"Dinosaurs?" I asked. "The All-Spark caused the dinosaurs to go extinct?" the thought was bewildering. Scientists had theorized that a meteor was the cause of the giant lizards extinction, but the All-Spark was way more significant than a meteor.

"Correct." Optimus said. "We also believe the All-Spark is the true creator of the human race."

Oh. My. God. The idea was a little mind numbing. But then a thought occurred to me. "But the All-Spark creates Cybertronians. How could it have created organic life?" I asked.

Ratchet answered my question. "Just as we Cybertronians can, the All-Spark is able to adapt to it's surroundings. Cybertron was composed of living metal, and so it created autonomous robotic organisms. Earth, however, is composed of more organic elements. Thus, it created autonomous organic organisms. We believe this is the reason for the plethora of similarities between our races."

That made sense. I'd seen many similarities between Cybertronians - Autobots and Decepticons alike - and humans. Which is why I used to have a hard time understanding why many humans only paid attention to the differences between the two species, when they were so much like us. It made me kind of sad.

"Ok.. but that doesn't explain why I'm here. Do you think I know where it is, 'cause I promise I don't. Not that I don't like you guys; it's quite the opposite, I assure you. But, I don't understand why you would go to so much trouble to find and kidnap me. Of what use could I possibly be to you?" I questioned. They were beating around the bush, and I hated when people did that.

"I think we should just tell her." Ironhide stated. "She obviously has no desire in being slow-walked to what we have learned."

"He's got that right." I conquered. "Just get to the point, patience has never been one of my strong points."

Optimus sighed. "Very well." he conceded. "Olivia, we believe the All-Spark has chosen you as a vessel of sorts." he said, dropping what was basically an atomic bomb.

DUN, DUN, DUUUUUUN