What We Never Knew Chapter 4

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I had spent the first few hours on the first day painting assuming that I could convince the captain when the boat came back to let me board. It came back for the mid-day trip and I couldn't talk the captain into letting me back on without a ticket. So sleeping on the island was my only choice. When morning came I decided to see if there were any other access points to the island. Sometime in my search an open field called to me and I laid down drifting off to sleep.

I really don't really recall how long I had been laying here. My bag had become my pillow as I rested in the slowly darkening field. Nadia had left me with no way to get back. It was her punishment for not fighting back. My stomach growled. Rolling over I curled in on myself trying to ignore the sound. The sun was starting to set again and I was just tired.

The sounds around me had finally settled into the quite songs of twilight except there was what sounded like heavy; very heavy footsteps. Was that metal clicking, I heard? I opened my eyes in time to see a large green foot coming through the brush to land on me. A scream erupts from my throat and I try to scramble up. Suddenly I was off the ground and encased in metal. There was a sensation of rolling and it stopped I lay on my back in the dark.

"Bulkhead be careful." A cool voice scolded as light was reintroduced to my world. I looked up to see the face the Autobot Prowl. His visor was set in annoyance as a deep almost childlike voice said "Sorry."

Leaning up I peer over his hand and notice the green giant of the Autobots lifting his foot. My bag toppled to the ground; easel smashed and the fabric stained with what I knew was exploded paint tubes. "Oh come on!" I shouted before thinking.

"Angela Benet?"

I jerked my head up looking at the Autobot. "I swear you guys are bad luck for my art." I said standing up in his palm. With my better view I could guess what had happened; Prowl had saved my life by leaping in front of his green friend and rolled across the ground. The black and gold bot was still kneeling close to the ground.

"Are you alright?" He asked bringing his face closer to me.

"Yes I'm good." I said turning back to him. "Thank you Prowl."

"You know each other?"

We both looked at the green Autobot and Prowl answered first. "Yes she's the one that saved Sari from Sumdac tower."

"Really?" The bot seemed excited. "Sari talks about you."

I stiffened the girl had only met me for a few minutes. What could she have to say about me? "Does she now?" I asked tilting my head.

"Yeah about your eyes glowing." His eyes widened.

I smiled. "That was a trick of the light." I point to my one eye. "I wear contacts that reflect the light better than my natural eyes." It was an old excuse but it was a good one. It only really worked when the person or bot in this case that hadn't directly seen it. Sari wouldn't believe it because she had seen my eyes glow that it wasn't just a reflection.

Bulkhead nods with a grin. "That makes sense."

"I'm Angela Benet by the way." I said with an inviting smile.

"Oh yeah I'm Bulkhead." He held out one finger towards me and I shook it.

"So what are you doing out here?" Prowl asked.

"I was working on some art." I said pointing down at the smashed mess. "What about you two?"

It was almost an instant change. They had grown quiet and Bulkhead looked almost guilty and Prowl looked away from me. Okay something is up. "What did you do?"

"It's not bad." Bulkhead said low. Prowl still hadn't let me down and had his fingers half curled making sure I didn't fall. I leaned against one of them watching the green behemoth. "I mean not really." Gods, he sounded like a kid that caught by his mother. Um did I just refer to myself as a mother?

"Bulkhead…" I said softly trying to encourage him to talk. He moved one foot back and forth ruffing up some of the ground. I glanced back at Prowl to see him slightly shaking his head no. Sighing I looked up at the bot. "You don't need to tell me."

He looked up a questioning look across his face. "Really?"

"I won't pry." At least not yet. I grinned and he matched it. "Well could you guys give me a ride to the main land?"

This must have caught Prowl's attention because he turned his hand so I was looking at him. Being in his hand made me feel small but there was something else. Something I couldn't put my finger on. "Of course we will but why?"

"Well the ferry never came back yesterday and I haven't seen it today." Easy, simple no one had to know that I got jumped by my ex-best friend and she jacked my ticket then turned it into confetti. Prowl looked at me in what seemed to be a suspicious way. It was really hard to tell with that visor of his. It couldn't tell if we were having a staring contest or if he was looking some other way.

"Prowl it's getting late. Optimus will wonder where we are." Bulkhead said picking up my bag.

"Of course, let's go." Prowl said standing up. He still hadn't set me down on the ground and really it wasn't a problem. As we reached the shore he set me down and they transformed and I rode with Bulkhead back to Detroit. It was a slightly strange feeling knowing that the vehicle around you was alive. In the passenger seat I lightly pressed my hand down on the seat. It felt like real materials used in earth cars.

Most of the ride I was distracted by the scenery. There were a lot more fish and plants than I thought there were in the lake. Bulkhead at one point laughed at me said I was acting like Sari bouncing around looking. I could only laugh and say it has to do with being an artist. He apologized again about nearly stepping on me and crushing my art. When we reached Detroit I hopped out with my stained bag and Bulkhead said goodbye. Watching him drive off it looked back at Prowl.

"Aren't you going?" I asked hiking my bag onto my shoulder balancing it out.

"Do you have a way home?"

It's weird talking to an empty motorcycle. "I have two feet."

"Let me take you back. It's very late and dangerous for a young woman."

I had to stifle a laugh. I think I was more dangerous that the streets of Detroit. "Well thank you Prowl but you're wet and I don't have a helmet."

There was a shifting sound and his seat popped open. A black and gold helmet shot into the air. He transformed and dropped to all fours and shook like a cat getting the water off. I would have said dog but with that lithe frame it has to be cat. Standing up Prowl caught the helmet and knelt down presenting it to me.

"Well how can I say no after a show like that?" I grinned and his mouth twitched slightly as he transformed back. I pulled on the helmet and looked at Prowl. Glad that it was a full helmet as the idea of having to straddle the motorcycle made me blush.

"Are you alright, Angela?" His voice echoed through my head and I jumped. "Sorry the helmet has a communications device in it."

"Yes. Yes , I'm fine." I answered seating myself upon his vehicle form. "Do you want me to hold the back of the seat or the handle bars?"

The motorcycle rumbled beneath me before the answer rung in my ears. "The handle bars will be sufficient." The moment I wrapped my hand around them Prowl took off. "Where do you reside?"

"In Old Detroit."

"In the ruins?"

"Hey the buildings aren't that old and some are still standing."

"Of course but Sari said her father is trying to demolish that whole section."

I sigh. "Yep." I twisted my head looking at the passing buildings. More and more were barely standing. "They will tear down our homes to make way for progress and then most of my comrades will either move on to a new city or…" I shook my head. "I don't want to think about it." So to change the topic. "I hear you Autobots have been making the news a lot. Something about a crazy jet?"

"Crazy jet?" There was a pause then; "Oh you mean Starscream. Yes, he is a Decepticon."

"What's a Decepticon?"

"A long time ago…" In a galaxy far far away. I added in my head. "Autobots and Decepticons were at war but the Cons went underground until recently when Megatron, their leader showed up after the Allspark. We found it and in our battle to protect it Megatron was destroyed. We crashed here on your planet in stasis. And it turns out Starscream the second in command had followed us to your planet. Does that clear some things up?"

I nodded. "I do have a question."

"And that would be?"

"What does stasis mean, and what is an Allspark?"

"That's two." Why can I see him smirking with that tone? "Stasis is an emergency lock down system where we go into a long period of recharge." I tipped my head at the explanation but summed up it was the equivalent of a forced coma. "As for the Allspark that is little more complicated."

I spotted the tree inform of my apartment building. "Hey my stop is up here." I said pointing towards the tree. Prowl slowed to a stop and I slid off the seat. Did I just feel him shiver? He transformed in to his bi-pedal mode and I could only watch in awe. Man I could watch that forever.

"This's your place of residence?" He questioned as I pulled off the helmet. Looking up I could clearly see he was studying the old building.

"Sure it leans to one side, the floor boards creak, the roof leaks and…" I looked up at the building. "Damn it is a pile isn't it." I said with a laugh leaning against his leg. I felt him tense under my touch. Glancing it was clear his whole body was ridge. Leaning away I held up the helmet.

Prowl looked down and shook his head. "You should keep it." He said pushing it back towards me.

"So this means I get to see you again." I asked grinning. He nodded before transforming. "Would you be willing to pose for me?"

"Pose?" The front wheel turned towards me in a question.

"Yeah…" Why did I suddenly feel embarrassed? "I have a lot of people requesting Autobot paintings and stuff so I was wondering if you wouldn't mind posing for a few." I said without stuttering like an idiot. He tipped his head slightly to one side. There was silence for a moment and I turned back towards the house. "You don't have too…"

"Optimus has agreed to allow you to paint all the Autobots at our base."

I looked back in time to see his lights flash and Prowl took off in a wheelie. He was a show off. Perfect I made friends with a show off. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand and went inside. Stopping at my door I looked down at the small box of things. Kali was going to haunt me forever if I don't report her. My little apartment was dark and I tossed my bag to the side after fishing out the envelope. Somehow the cursed vile of energy was still in one piece. I secured it in my drawer and walked towards my room.

Leaving the helmet on my desk I flopped down face first on my bed I sighed. The world continued to move as I laid there reviewing the past few days. Nadia was going to be the death of me and the Autobots were an interesting distraction. Which brought me back to something that was bothering me. Why did the Council want to know about the Autobots?

Flipping over I scrubbed my face with my hands. They didn't just want to know they wanted observations and close knowledge. Were they planning on attacking the Autobots or trying to recruit them? There was always the threat of attack from the Splicers but nothing that couldn't be handled. Maybe new tech? The glow from my clock caught my attention and I couldn't stop the sigh that escaped that time. It was nearly one in the morning. I put trying to figure them out to the side and crawled under my covers with my last thought of the night.

This was going to be a pain in the ass.

A/N: So I lied it wasn't Wednesday morning. Sorry about that guys hope you enjoyed. There should be more Autobot time now that everything is set. Also I want to thank everyone who has reviewed I just haven't been up to snuff with this stuff this time around. GOOD READING!