Damn, when are these Decepticreeps gonna start the 'Dark of The Moon' operation? I'm going to write sooo many more chapters before we get to DOTM.

Just as a heads-up.

It's going to take a lot of time, because I don't want to rush it, I've made that mistake twice and it didn't make a good ending. So with this fic, I want to make it worthwhile. I think I'm going t be writing this for a year XD If I can keep the point of the fic in my head for that long, it's been going good so far, and we're 4 months already…

Here's the chappie :D

You know what I hate most about having your memories wiped off your mind? Is that everything you do, seems like you've done it before, but you couldn't remember it if your life depended on it.

And the fact that nobody wants to tell you what really happened. Since when did everyone become an asshole?

Another couple of weeks have passed. Ratchet would check me out every now and then, just to see how I was doing. He was a really nice doctor. But he didn't like the twins. They called him 'Hatchet'. Not that I understood the point of the nickname, and honestly, I didn't even care.

Now, I could walk. Sure, my legs would hurt and, at some point, even start to tremble, but I refused to give in. I'm a survivor. I've survived gunshots, amnesia, tornado and God only knows what else, I couldn't remember.

As I could walk freely, I decided to look out the window in the living room. In the parking lot, there were many cars, but the ones that caught my eye, were the Corvette and the Lamborghini. Their paintjob was shining in the Sun, they looked almost proud parked there in parking lot.

I searched or Nicole, but looks like today she went out with her boyfriend. "Ironhide!" I yelled for him. I knew he wasn't inside, because by the time I turned around, I could see him getting into the dorm. So he was outside. How could he have possibly heard me from outside? Maybe my vocal chords were strong.

"Is everything alright?" he came into the dorm. He came to my side as I stood by the window, not facing him. My back was turned to him. I could imagine his broad shoulders covering my back. I could smell his perfume. A perfect mixture of beautiful perfumes, my favorite ones.

"Whose cars are that?" I gaped at the vehicles. You certainly don't see that every day.

"Those are the twins'-" he stopped himself, but too late.

"Sunstreaker and Sideswipe have these cars? They must be loaded. How did they afford them?" I still kind of doubted that they had these babies. But then again, why would my protector lie to me?

"Why would you concern yourself with such things?"

I noticed a huge-ass truck right next to the Lambo. "Whose black menace is that?" I gaped, once more.

"…Black menace?" he questioned.

"The GMC truck. It's so big." I mused from the window.

"That is my truck." Ironhide proudly said.

"It is?" I looked at him. "Are you serious?"

He retracted some car keys from his jacket pocket. He clicked a button and the truck beeped outside and its turning signals flashed. "Wow. That's a pretty nice ride you got there. I'd love take a spin in it. Of course, I can't drive. My feet and arms might fail." I chukled nervously, which ended in a sad sigh. This sucks.

It was still too early to drive, by doctor Ratchet's assumptions. "I can always take you for a drive. If you're up for it. They are very enjoyable rides." He offered politely.

"I'd love to. When are you available?" I have nothing better to do than to ask him anything that came on my mind.

"Now." I didn't really expect that answer.

"Now?" I questioned.

"Now." he declared. Well, works for me.

"Alright." I said, slowly walking to the exit of my apartment. I still hadn't known when I was going to start studying again. I honestly felt like I was using up the college dorm without even attending class. "Can I just see the supercars?" I grinned. Seeing a Corvette and Lamborghini combo was extremely rare, considering this was a college I was in, and not a fancy hotel parking lot.

I took Ironhide's warm hand when I was going down the small stairs. I tried to go down on my own, but he told me otherwise. He's older, he's wiser, if you ask me.

We walked to the golden colored Lamborghini Gallardo and the silver concept Corvette Stingray. This cars are beasts!

"Oh my God…" I gasped at the beauty of the vehicles. The Gallardo was a pristine golden color, I could see my reflection in it. So beautiful… I wonder if the owner is here. I doubt that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe have these cars.

I wondered if I touched the Lamborghini, maybe my fingerprint would stay. I doubt the owner wanted his car to be touched my everyday students. I moved on to the Corvette, still not daring to touch the tuned Lamborghini Gallardo.

It's bright silvery paint shined in the sunlight. The aggressive front was eye catching, to say the least. I remembered the moment. I doubted it would be repeated again. Too bad I don't have a phone or camera with me, I wanted to capture the rare duo together. "I still don't understand why humans like these vehicles. They're just metal, plastic and leather." Ironhide commented.

Well who are you to know, you drive a tuned truck, not a supercar. "Well, not really. It's premium quality materials. It's the looks. It's the speed." I mused as I walked to, presumably, his truck. It was a huge-ass. So large. Whatever did he do to the suspension? He surely spent a lot of money tuning this truck.

He opened the door for me. "Up you get." I put my leg on the step, and I could only imagine how would I lift myself off the ground and get into the truck. I grabbed the inside of the door and tired to pull myself in, but nothing. I couldn't get muscles working. Curse the one who shot me three times.

Should I even call the police about that? I mean, there's a killer on the loose.

That was off topic, how do I get inside?

"Do you need help?" Ironhide asked. How was I ever going to get used to that name? Or Sunstreaker? It's ridiculous. Maybe all of their parents were hippies.

I had to admit. There was no way I was going to get up inside by myself. "…Yeah."

He put his hands on my waist and easily lifted me up. I let out a small 'ooh' as he put me in the truck. I felt like I was light as a feather. He went around the truck as I scanned the interior. First of all, it smelled like leather inside, and it was black inside. Black inside, black outside.

Was this truck going gothic style or something? It's certainly dark.

"Do you have any destination in mind?" he asked as the truck's engine turned on. At the moment, I felt like I could just trust him wherever I went with him. He was supposed to 'guard' me. Which reminds me, I need to ask him some questions.

"No, just drive." I crooked a smile at him as he nodded.

He put the truck in gear smoothly, like if the truck could, it probably would have changed the gears itself. That's how smooth it was. He turned on a couple of corners and then stopped at a red light. The radio was turned on quietly, and there wasn't special song playing, so all we had was background music.

Time to question him. "So, Ironhide, right?"

"That is my designation." He answered, looking at me with the amazingly electric blue eyes. I seemed to look at them for some time, because he turned his head towards the road and started to drive again. I shook my head, trying to snap out of the staring-in-the-blue-eyes trans.

The hell is wrong with me? I don't just stare at people.

"Was there something you wanted to ask?"

"Er…" I made a dumb sound. Think Mel, think… What did I want to ask? "Oh yeah, I wanted to ask you, what do you do for a living?" at least I could start off small. Then go to the bigger pieces of the puzzle.

He stood silent for a while. "I work with your uncle." He shrugged.

"You work with the military? With him? Like, in the same team?" I looked at him, tilting my head in wonder.

"Yes." He kept it simple and detail-less.

"What's your rank?" Well, if he's not going to answer and explain, then I'm just going to ask him everything.

"I'm a weapons specialist." My eyes widened.

"Wow…" I blew air through my mouth, emphasizing my awe. "So what are you doing protecting me here? You should be kicking ass with… Pakistan?" he gave me a weird look. "Or not…"

"I have my own reasons and orders why I am here, instead at the base. For your own sake, it would be wise not to ask unimportant questions." He glanced at me.

My own sake? The hell was I doing before I was shot? Get in the mafia? Marry a mobster? Discover aliens?

"I wouldn't ask unimportant questions, if someone would just tell me what happened to me and answer all of my questions."

"You know what happened to you, you were… shot." He managed he sigh it out.

I started to count my questions on my fingertips, "Why was I shot? Who shot me? Where's the shooter? Why isn't he in custody? Why hasn't the police contacted me? Why-"

"That's enough." He seriously said, bringing his hand up. I shut up. His gruff voice clearly had enough of me. "I told you that you do not need those answers, so stop questioning me."

I frowned. "Fine…" Asshole. I snorted. I looked to the side and crossed my arms. What an idiot. Is it so hard to answer a simple question or two? "Look, I just want answers. That's it. I'm not digging into anything. If you were in my place, you'd do the same." I shrugged, still not looking at him. I was beginning to dislike this ride. All I did was argue with him.

I almost felt the seatbelt tightening. Probably me shifting in the seat. "I apologize." He muttered. "It's not that I don't want to give you your answers, but my orders prohibit me from doing so."

Did he have to be so formal? "Orders? What do orders have to do with me?"

"Again with the questions." He shook his head, sighed and rolled his eyes all at the same time. He turned on a corner.

Miraculously, it made me laugh, "Heh, sorry." A smile was plastered on me as I glanced at him.

He winked at me and returned his look to the street.

That was just so weird. I ignored it, but I wouldn't forget it. "It's quite alright. You humans are a curious species, in every way."

"Er, thanks… I guess." I hadn't a clue what he just said. We are curious in every way. I mentally shrugged the thought away.

We drove in silence for a bit. The radio was turned on and still no good songs were playing. I wondered how much fuel did Ironhide had left in his truck's tank? He couldn't go forever in it.

"And now, it's gonna be a song for the wild ones, the party animals, the disco addicts-" , the radio spoke. I waited for the song quietly.

Had I known it was going to be one of my favorite songs, I would have turned the volume up much earlier. I turned the rotating volume button quickly, as 'Joyenergizer' began playing.

It was a rather short song. My three and a half minutes minutes passed quickly, but I jumped up and down in the truck. I felt so free in here, like this was my own truck. I almost had a feeling that the seat had me bouncing off much more than I would have normally would. Like the seat was lowering and heightening itself whenever I would jump.

And why would I jump around in a three meter tall truck? I felt free enough to do it. This truck had some sort of vibe to it, I could feel it. It was pleasant to ride in it.

I also wondered how I remembered the song. I couldn't remember where I heard it. Must've been some party or something.

Ironhide stopped at another red light. I remembered this part of the streets. He was going back. We should be near the dorm now. Somewhere near. He put his hands on his thighs and looked around, waiting for the green light.

I let out a slightly nervous laugh. "Sorry."

"For what?"

Didn't he just see me go through a party animal mode for the last three minutes? "Never mind."

"You mean that little dance you put up for the last three minutes?" my head whipped towards him. Did he read minds? This is freaky. But cool, at the same time. "Don't worry, you already did an amount of them before."

My eyebrows joined. "You're used to them?" Did I make myself an idiot in the past?

"I wouldn't say 'used', but I am acknowledged with them." He looked at me in the eyes. What's with him and looking in the eyes?

I mean, blue eyes the kind of thing I like, but don't get me wrong, I don't like Ironhide. I like his eyes. Damn, even that sounds… stupid.

But that would mean that I liked Sunstreaker's eyes. Or Sideswipe's. Or doctor Ratchet's. They had same blue eyes, but blue eyes are something pretty to look at.

I hadn't even noticed that we started driving again. He turned on a corner and rolled up the parking lot. He parked on his own parking space, right next to the Lamborghini. I wondered what it was still doing here, considering it was night time.

"Thanks for the ride. At least I got some information out of you." I smiled.

"The ride? We used to have them all the time." He seemed to smile at the memories for a while

I suddenly got a question, it just popped up in my head.

"Hey Ironhide, do you have a girlfriend?"

Wonder how Hide's gonna answer to that one? :D

R+R guys!