Heya! I just want to say that this fic TWOF and ABOAC are not affiliated. Meaning that if I continue ABOAC, I will not include Mel in it. Just so we get that clear. And I'm going to rewrite ABOAC make LOADS of chapters and then it'll be better. ;)

Can't wait to rewrite! And updates won't be as frequent as they were, school tests are coming and I must do what every student has to. I have to study. So… yeah.

And I was reading some fanfics and noticed that if you voice the parts in dialogue, it actually becomes more interesting. To me at least.

I hope you like this! :D

"Ha ha… Such a cool truck-de duck…"

"Oh Amanda…" I sighed as Ron carried her up to the dorm. I opened the door for him as he got inside the living room. My feet were killing me, I was a bit dizzy and very tired. Soon, Bumblebee came back with Nicole in his arms, following Ron's footsteps to the bedroom.

I got in behind them. Ron put Amanda in her bed and put the covers over her. He put his hands on his hips and sighed as he shook his head on her. Then his attention came back to me. I plopped down on my bed as I sat down.

Nicole was being tucked in by Bumblebee. Soon, the door was closed as Sam quickly got in the bedroom. He lightly pushed away Bee as he cupped his sister's face. He then gave her a funny looking hug. And then sighed.

"Bee, I'll be back in the morning. Keep her safe." He said. Bee nodded. "I'll get back in the car." He said as he waved me at me and then went outside the dorm, into Bumblebee's alt mode.

I took my heels off and kicked them somewhere far away. I didn't have the strength to change and I was sure I was going to rip the dress if I slept in it.

"Get ready for recharge." Ron said as he sat down on my bed.

"I don't recharge, I-" I yawned. "sleep. I don't have the strength. I'm too tired. My eyes burn." I whined.

"Stop whining and get it done. Your mind will quit a thousand times before your body does. Feel the tiredness and do it anyway."

"But-"

"No excuses." He crossed his arms. "And hurry."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. There was just no way of getting past him and hard ass without getting a life lecture. I might as well change. So that's what I did.

I got my PJs from under my pillow and went to the bathroom and changed. I was never comfortable with changing my clothes in front of anyone, not even Ron. Or Amanda and Nicole. I just wasn't. So nobody ever saw me in my undergarments. Ever.

I got out of the bathroom, after I've brushed my teeth and all that, and got into the bedroom. I glanced to the parking lot while I was walking to the bedroom, only to find the GMC in it, but no Chevy.

Meaning Bumblebee was giving Sam a ride home, but his holoform was taking care of Nicole. So he can be at two places at one time. Which made me ask myself a question I was going to ask Ron. How much distance can he go with his holoform staying behind him?

I couldn't think straight anymore, I slumped down on the bed. Ron tugged the covers from under me and put the mover my body. I moved away so he could lay on the bed, and I shifted so that I was laying on my shoulder and hip.

He got the memo and lay down, also on his side and faced me.

"Why did you act so strangely when we left the facility?" He asked. I yawned.

"Can we talk later? I'm tired…" I said, closing my eyes.

"No." he shook me. I groaned. "Tell me now."

"Let me sleep." I pushed.

"Not until you tell me what was bothering you." He pressed on.

"It's too late. I'm sleepy."

"I'll pinch you." He said, putting his hand on my arm. My eyes shot open.

"You wouldn't dare. Nicole and Amanda are sleeping." I gave him a stern look, but he returned it with a risen eyebrow, indicating he was going for a challenge.

"Try me." He coolly said. He was more stubborn than I was. I had to give in.

"There was… still is… this guy, Dean." I said, slowly. He retracted his arm onto the bed.

"Continue."

"He… He's the one who, you know…" I motioned in a circular movement my hand.

"I don't." he shook his head. "He's the one who what?"

I blurted out. "He's the one who kissed me." I said as I turned away from him quickly, so my back was facing him. "Goodnight."

"Hold on. What is he doing here?" he turned me around, so I was facing him again.

"I don't know. Listen, I really don't want to talk about it, so can we just talk about it tomorrow? Or never?" I rolled my eyes and turned away again.

He stood silent for a second or two and then sighed. "I suppose your organic body can't take this many hours without recharge. Sleep." He said. "Sleep then and we'll continue the discussion in the morning."

The bed shifted as the weight was lifted from it. I turned back to him, only to find him gone already and Bumblebee gently running his hand over his loved one's cheek. I couldn't not smile. And sigh at the view.

I turned away back and closed my eyes. The two girls were in for a hangover tomorrow.

XxXxXxXxX

I got up in the wee hours of the morning. I was in a good mood. I wasn't having a hangover since I wasn't drunk last night. My head was maybe a bit heavy, but I felt fine.

As I quietly got up, I opened my eyes and rubbed my hands gently on them. I saw Bumblebee's hand over Nicole's body. I smiled at them. Even in his sleep, he protects her.

I slowly walked out of the room, glancing to Amanda. Her mouth was open and she was drooling on her pillow. Typical.

I walked in silence towards the living room. Nobody was here. I wasn't expecting anyone, but I thought maybe Ron was sleeping on the couch. Except he wasn't. So I got to the big window and looked out. The Camaro and Topkick were nested one next to the other. And behind them, were the orange and pink skies.

I sighed as I looked at them. They were changing so slowly into brighter colors. Everything was so silent. So peaceful. I liked this silence. It was relaxing. Nobody in the building was awake, or at least, showing any signs of it.

But then my mind drifted on to the memories of last night. The fun, the music, the thrill, the drinks, the friends… it was all great. I felt great. And I wanted to do it again. And I was hoping I was. It attracted me, my whole generation.

Consisting of Dean. I have no clue what he's doing in here. Same college? Same party? Why?

I've had enough of him in my Uncle's hometown, now I had to, I don't know, look out for him? As if I hadn't had enough problems knowing there are aliens in the parking lot, a psycho in the same college as I am, and these Decepticons… nobody heard anything from them, except when Roadbuster was busted.

Roadbuster was… silent. War hardened and silent. Him and Ron used to talk about weapons all the time. The 'Bots visited us as much as they could. And I haven't seen or heard from my Uncle in a while. I shoul definitely call him sometime. Maybe today in a few hours.

I put my elbows on the window sill and rested my chin in my hands as I gazed off at the orange skies in front of me.

But even I couldn't look at it for so long. My legs started to cramp and as I moved, they cracked. I turned my torso to the sides and my spine cracked in delight. I felt relieved. And hungry.

I got to the kitchen and opened the fridge. We had a lot of stuff in it. Milk, butter, salami, prosciutto… But I wanted to cook something today. I wasn't a master chef or a natural cook, but my pancakes were amazing.

So that's what I decided to do. Make pancakes.

Searching through all the ingredients, I just put the many spoons of flour into a bowl, some milk, water, a bit of oil, egg and cinnamon and then mixed it all with a ladle. The frying pan was starting to heat up. it was going to heat up slowly, so I went to my room and changed into everyday clothes.

The sun was up and the few faint sounds of birds chirping could be heard.

I started to imagine myself being in a movie. Or a book. The sun shining, the birds singing, breakfast pancakes and milk. Husband and two children. Wouldn't that be a perfect family?

Can Ron even have kids?

I, quite literally, slapped myself across the face. Stop it, dummy. Where were my thoughts going? And what stupid questions was I asking myself? Kids? I'm not going to have kids! I can't stand them! Really!

Okay, Annabelle is a well-behaved child. Most of the time. But she's the closest I have to a sister. And I love her. I wonder how old she is now. She should be around… six now. Math was finally starting to circle my mind.

As the frying pan finally heated up, I brought a pint of oil into it and then took the ladle and all of its ingredients into the frying pan, spreading the beige mass over it. It started to smell beautifully, because of the cinnamon extract.

I flipped the first pancake and the other side started to bake. It was getting pretty boring, just standing around and making pancakes. And it was making me hungry. I still hadn't eaten anything.

Fifteen minutes later…

"This is torture." I said to myself as I realized I was getting out of batter. Should I start a second batch? I flipped the pancake onto a plate already full of pancakes and poured more batter into the frying pan. The kitchen and living room were smelling of pancakes.

So I decided to take one pancake, spreading jam on it and rolling it up. I ate it in four bites. It all went down my growling stomach. My feet were starting to sting a bit from not moving around.

And this was getting old. So I decided, while the pancake was getting baked, to call Ron. At least, I wouldn't talk to myself anymore, I'd have another sentient being here.

So I ran quickly out of the dorm, down the stairs and stopped a couple of feet away from Ironhide. I approached him slowly.

I put a palm on his hood, and he jumped, initiating a transformation sequence, but it quickly stopped. The truck moved the transformed pieces and folded into a normal truck again.

"Whoa, it's just me." The headlights flashed dimly before extinguishing the light. "I was wondering if you'd like to keep me company." I awkwardly said. The driver door opened and out Ironhide came Ron Hide. I still think I should have connected Ron to Ironhide sooner. Even after all this time being with him.

He nodded as I ran back into the house, Ron falling back behind me. I quickly got to the frying pan and flipped the pancake midair as Ron closed the door quietly. I'm thinking he knew Bee was asleep. Though he wasn't on the parking lot now. He had been when I was checking on them when I woke up. Maybe he was checking on Sam or something.

"What are you doing?" he said as he stood next to me, clearly examining my actions.

"I'm making pancakes. Say, can you eat in those holoforms?" I asked.

He stood silent. "Ratchet says he hadn't thought of that. I suppose not." He said, shrugging.

"Oh well." I said, tilting my head to the side.

"But I am willing to try." He said. "This 'eating' thing."

"Take a seat, I'll give you a pancake." I said as I took one, spread the jam over it and rolled it. I put it on a plate and served it to him. He just looked at it. "Hold on." I said, turning around to the frying pan and using the last of my batter to make half a pancake.

"So basically, you just put it in your mouth." I said, leaning on the countertop.

"How?" he asked.

"Do I need to show it to you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I would be glad if you did." He said. I moved to his side and took the pancake in my hand, holding it between my middle and index finger. I brought it up to his mouth.

"Open your mouth." I said and he obeyed. I slowly put it in his mouth. "Now chew on it." And he did. I moved the pancake to the side. "Can you taste?"

He stood silent, chewing. The he looked at me. "Swallow." I said and he did.

"It tastes… odd. What is this you call?" he said, clearly wanting more. I gave the pancake to his mouth again and repeated the process.

"Pancakes." I said, eating a bit of his pancake. And eventually I finished the pancake. It tasted delicious.

"And how do you make these 'pancakes'?" he asked, getting up from his seat. "They're very tasteful and warm." I flipped the half pancake I was still making. He turned my head around and gave me a kiss. "Just like you."

I grinned at him. "Well, I'm thinking of starting a second batch. Want to help?"

"I would be honored to." He stood straight as I laughed at him. He smirked.

"Well then, 'honored one', watch and learn." I said, taking the ingredients I needed for the mix.

I had an empty bowl, an egg, flour, milk, water, cinnamon and oil. It was all neatly displayed in front of us. I pulled up my sleeves. "Take off your jacket." Said as it disappeared. "Cool." I said.

He examined the things displayed in front of him. "What is all this?"

"These are the ingredients. Take the egg." I said and pointed to it. "Gently." He took it in his hand. "Good, now crack the egg and put it in the bowl." He looked at me confused. "Like this." I said, holding the egg. I displayed how to crack an egg, without really cracking it enough to break. "Now you try. You just use more force."

He took the egg and cracked it lightly. Then with a little more force. The shell cracked and transparent matter started to drip from it. I quickly moved his hands to the bowl and helped him open the egg. The matter fell into the bowl as Ron studied it. I couldn't not laugh. Seeing him seeing an egg for the first time was hilarious to me.

"Now, put some milk, water and oil into it." I said. He knew the water part, but the milk and oil were unknown to him. He took the water from a bottle and started to pour it slowly into the bowl. "That's enough." I said as he stopped pouring it and I finished with the milk and oil.

"Anything else?" he said and I nodded.

"We need flour. This-" I took the flour bag, "is flour."

"Alright. How much substance do we need?"

"Eight spoonfuls, here's a spoon." I retracted one from a drawer. I put it in the bag, which was now on the counter. I took the spoon out with the 'substance' and poured the flour into the bowl. "One." I said as I got another spoon and repeated the process. "Two. Three."

I got the fourth one out and instead of putting it into the bowl, I blew the flour at him. His shirt became white along with his face. I laughed out loud with a pointed finger at his face.

"Ha ha!" I laughed. When I opened my eyes, I met clean faced Ron and a flour in his hand. All signs of laughter fell from my face as he threw the flour at me. "No!" I screamed and ducked for cover.

"You started it. I will finish it." He threw another handful at me, flouring the furniture. I decided to run back to the kitchen, running past him. I took the bottle of water and splashed it over him. He threw more flour on me.

Soon, the kitchen was a battlefield. "Ha! Can't catch me!" I mocked as I hid behind the sofa.

"Think twice." He said, towering above me. When I looked up, he was on the sofa and the flour bag in his hand was above my head.

"How did you get up there? Please… Have mercy." I pleaded with a sad smile. He evilly smirked.

"I don't think so." He poured the flour on me as I coughed. I leapt from the place and got on the couch.

"Look at me! I'm a ghost how white I look." I said, looking down at myself. "These clothes need to be washed." I said. "And you-" I batted a finger at him, "Are so going down." I said as I ran on the couch, jumping from the armrest and falling straight into his arms, where he was expecting me to land. Unfortunately for him, gravity pulled him down, me along him and me landing on top of him.

Some of the flour on me got on his shirt as I fell down. His arms rested on my lower back. I smirked at him, "I win." I gave his lips a peck.

He smirked back as he flipped me over and he was towering over me. "No, I win." He declared. I bore my eyes into his. His head was coming closer to mine. Ha, I have female empowerment. I blinked innocently at him, until his face was close enough with mine. Just as he was about to kiss me, I flipped him over again.

"Victory is mine." I rested my elbows on his chest. "Come on, get up." I said as I got off him, but he still lay on the ground. "We need to clean this place up." I looked at him. I rolled my eyes as I offered him my hand. "Come on. Up."

"No." he smirked. My shoulders dropped.

"Ron. Up." I commanded.

"No." he took my hand and pulled me down, and I landed on him. "Down."

"This is harassment." I pouted my lips, nodding as if I were stating a fact.

"Oh really?" he mirror my actions, just without the pouting lips.

"Yah." I said, but gave in. He was just downright stubborn. I couldn't be more stubborn than him. "Look at this place." I looked around. Water puddles on the floor and the furniture covered in flour. "This place's a mess."

"A mess you caused." He said.

"I caused? What about you?" I whined.

"I was a victim, you innocent brat." He smirked.

"I am innocent…" I looked at him with my mouth open. "Shut up!" We both started laughing and I continued. "And you? A victim? Of what? You're only person I know that could never be a victim."

"It's all cause and effect. If you don't want the effect, then you should prevent the cause." He explained.

"Are you going all parental on me?"

"For every action there's an-"

"Equal and opposite reaction, I know. And you're not really helping the case, you know." I tapped his forehead. "I'll clean up. Help if you want." I said as I got up.

Twenty minutes later…

"Well, it looks pretty clean to me." I commented. "Now, this is how you bake pancakes." I pulled Ron up from the couch he was sitting on. He stood by my side, concentrating on the action I was doing.

"We are going to eat this?" he looked at me shocked. He returned his look to the liquid beige matter.

"No, you dummy. " he growled at the word. "We'll-I'll get poisoned if I eat this. I need to bake it." I said, taking the frying pan and putting the mass in it with the ladle. "This is how you do it." I tilted the frying pan as the mass spread all across it.

"Be careful. One wrong move and you can get permanent scars." He warned.

"Relax, I'm not in a war." I said and immediately regretted it. I looked at him as he frowned. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He said, caressing my cheek. I leaned into his touch as he smiled.

"Wait a second." I said as I looked at his right eye. "Is this a… scar?" I asked, running my fingers gently over his eye.

"It is." He blinked and nodded.

"But, I've never noticed it before." I said, taking my hand off.

"I recently installed it. If you dislike it, I will remove it." He said as the scar was removed.

"Does your real body have this scar?" I asked a stupid question.

"As a matter of fact, it does." He nodded.

"It does? Can you see on that eye?" I said, not taking my eyes off his.

"Of course I can. But those are battle injuries. Badges of Honor. Trophies."

"Sunstreaker and Sideswipe don't have scars." I noted and flipped the pancake, before returning my gaze to him.

"They haven't learnt to wear pride in the scars. They're too young to understand." He shook his head. "But I would never give away any of the scars. They remind me of where I've been and what I've gone through."

"Which I imagine is a lot." I said softly. He nodded.

"I've been in more battles than you can imagine. I even took out a planet once." I stared at him.

"Planet?" my eyes were wide open. "You're toying with me, right?"

"Not at all." He said, leaning on the countertop in front of me. "My cannons have the power of leveling thirty square miles if they need to. At minimum power." I gulped. "I am the terror of the Autobot strike force with the highest Decepticon kill ratio known to Autobot kind, Prime's weapons specialist and feared by Decepticons throughout the galaxy." He proudly said.

I cupped his face with my hands. "And what did I do to deserve to have a fearless man like you?" I gave him a kiss, which he returned.

"Honestly, I don't know." He shook his head at me. I smiled and let him go.

"It was a rhetorical question." I added as I returned to the pancakes. "Now, you take the pancake out like this." it slipped from the frying pan onto the plate. "And do this all over again."

"It's that simple?" he asked.

I nodded. "Well, it's not really rocket science. You try." I handed him the pan.

"I'm not certain I am able to." He said, oddly holding the handle.

"I'll help you." I moved his hand by holding mine on top of his. I moved it to the ladle. "Scoop it up and try not to mess up the counter." We scooped up the ladle and batter. "Now, put it in the frying pan." I moved it and with my other hand, took his which was holding the handle and tilted it. "That's it."

He let the frying pan rest on the cooker. "Thank you."

"Anytime. I just can't believe you can eat."

"We'll have to ask Ratchet about that. I wasn't certain I could taste in this body." He shook his head.

"Liar." I said. He gave me a confused look by tilting his head to the side. "You said I tasted great."

And that sounded so weird. So he came a step or two closer to me. I gave him a hug as he returned it warmly, but didn't let go. He managed to move me out of the small space in the kitchen and we appeared in the living room.

He swayed me slowly and gently from side to side, we were slow dancing without the music. We didn't need any.

I rested my head on his collarbone as my arms moved up to his neck and stayed there. His rested on my waist. The slow movement was rhythmic and soothing. His chest gave an odd thrumming instead of a beating. I was scared at first, but then relaxed. After all, this is how his normal body would function. Without a heart, without a beat.

We kept swaying softly until he brought my chin up with his finger. I opened my eyes as he smiled at me. "Going for it, right?" I smiled. He just nodded and gave me a breathtaking kiss. I returned it just as evenly and excitedly.

There was a lot of stuff in his kisses. It was like he could tell you words in them, without really speaking them. Ever since Barricade gave me that blue-liquid thing of his, it was like… how do I explain this…

Like I was closer to him. It was strange, but it just felt so… it felt soothing and reassuring.

While we were lost in our thoughts and kisses, we didn't notice Amanda getting into the room, groaning. "Oh, just do it already." She said, startling me. Ron twirled around and kept me in front of him, locked in his arms.

"Do what?" I asked. She went for the cupboard and got a box of meds from it.

"It." Was all she needed to say. My eyes widened in horror. I stood away from Ron immediately.

"Amanda!" I shrieked.

"YA-Don't yell! Everything's bright as fricken heaven in here. My head hurts." She whined to me.

"It wouldn't have hurt if you haven't got drunk." I crossed my arms. Ron decided to sit on the couch.

"Yeah, yeah…" she said, gulping the Paracetamol with pints of water. "I hope I'm gonna feel better after this."

"You will, hon, you will. Where's Nic?" I asked her.

"In bed. Bee's watching over her." She answered. Ron stepped in.

"Melissa, the soldiers are visiting again."

"Why?" Usually they had a good reason.

"You'll see." Was all he said. I really didn't know what to expect. Tomorrow wasn't any special day, no birthdays, celebrations, meteor showers, nothing.

What happened?

Hah! Won't tell what happened!

R+R please!