Yes, I know I'm a horrible person. But that just makes the story go on. As I've said before, I still have to put in Dark of the Moon here. I don't know 'bout you guys, but hear me out; there are a lot of TF 1 movie-verse stories, but I can't find a single one about DotM based stories.

I mean, yeah, the movie is complicated and all (but you mostly go with it when watching it) but taking the time to assess everything they're saying and doing in DotM, you realize it's a very, very complicated movie. The people who made it are brilliant.

If anybody wants to draw fan art, be free to do so. You can check out my profile on deviantART, my username there is the same one as it is here.

Now, back to this fic:

I woke up in the truck, Ron was driving. It was very quiet in here. I looked back and saw Annabelle sleeping. I looked at Ron. He seemed to be thinking over something that was very important.

The bastard. He left us alone. I remembered the details from only a couple of minutes before. My unconscious state didn't last long, seeing that we only needed about 20 minutes to get home, we were still on the road to home. I couldn't have unconscious for more than 10 minutes.

"You're awake." I ignored him. "What?" I still ignored him. "Are you mad at me?" he wasn't going to get a reply from me. "I saved you." I snorted.

"By running away? Is that how you saved us? By leaving us alone, face to face with those humanoids?" I tried to keep my cool. "I thought you cared for us. For me. But no, you had to leave us to get killed, didn't you."

I crossed my arms and huffed air. "Nothing of what you said is true."

"I don't care. I hate you." I tried to say it without my voice trembling. It was hard for it not to tremble. I couldn't hate him, as much as I wanted to.

He was silent for a couple of moments. "You really hate me?" he sounded a little hurt and the truck slowed down a little.

I tried to say 'yes', but I knew that my voice would give out. I couldn't say it. I loved him. I could never hate him. I felt the tears in my eyes forming. This has certainly left scars on me. And I'm not talking about the ones on my knees.

I shook my head. I couldn't ever hate him. "No." my voice was small and meek. "I don't hate you." I took his hand from the gearstick. I cradled it to my face. My tears fell onto his hand as he caressed the wet cheek.

"Don't cry. We're almost home." I tried to stop that crying. By the time I did stop crying, my knees started to sting. They were very ugly to look at. They were scrapped badly, hurt badly and looked horribly. They were bloody red and dirty. I was going to get an infection.

Ron noticed me looking at my knees. "Don't worry," he said, "I already called Ratchet. He's on his way to help you."

I nodded as we soon got home. I couldn't move my legs, the pain was really hard to cope with. I got a good layer of epidermis off my knees.

We managed to get home, the truck crushing the gravel as Ron stopped it. He got out of the truck as I opened my door. "Get Annabelle. I'll manage." Even though I knew I couldn't manage on my own, I still tried.

He followed my 'orders' as I tried to get my legs out and stand on them. No freaking way.

I saw Ron gently taking Annabelle from the backseat and going into the house with her. He came back a moment later and stood in front of me.

I moved my legs so they dangled from the side of the truck. Ron patiently waited for me. "Do you want me to lower the truck so you could get out?" I shook my head.

"Carry me." I spread my arms.

And carry me he did. Fireman style. The knees stung like hell. The door of the house was open as he walked through. He set me on the couch as I saw my Uncle and Aunt looking at me.

Once Sarah saw my knees she gasped loudly as her hands went to her mouth in shock. A moment later she was by my side.

Uncle Will looked like he was going to murder someone, preferably Ron. "What. The hell. Happened." He said through gritted teeth.

"Starscream." Ron answered nonchalantly.

"That maniac is back?! I thought we killed him in Egypt!" he yelled.

"He fled along with Megatron."

"Holy shit. Did you call-"

"I called Ratchet. He's on his way and his ETA is fifteen minutes."

"Well that's fast."

"I told him it was urgent."

"It is." Their chatter ended as I cleared my throat. "What is it, Mel?"

"Can you make me some chamomile tea?" it was my favorite tea anyway.

"I'll get you a blanket." Sarah went upstairs, presumably to get the blanket. I did feel a little cold, anyway. Both of them were out of the living room within seconds.

"Slag, this looks bad." Ron said, looking at my busted knees.

"Don't look." I didn't want him staring at them. It made me feel handicapped.

"Sorry." He straightened himself and then sat by my side, where my ribs were.

Sarah was back with a blanket and she gave it to Ron, who spread it over me, tucking me in.

Everyone was silent for a moment as Ron sat back down. "I'll help Will make tea." She walked into the kitchen and I lost sight of her.

I was alone with Ron. I took his hand in mine. It was discreetly hidden behind his back, Will and Sarah couldn't see it from the kitchen. It was reassuring to know he was here right now.

"Where were you?" I asked. He gave me a quizzical look. "Why were Annabelle and I left alone?" I knew this, every time I wanted to ask something, I needed to at least ask it twice.

"I was tra…" his voice quieted itself to the point I couldn't hear it.

"You were 'tra' what?" I expected an answer.

"All you need to know is that I saved both of your lives today."

"By not being there." That sounded about right.

"Do you always have to argue?"

"Do you always have to lie to me?" I took my hand away and crossed my arms.

"I always wonder why you were so defensive." His hand lay on the backrest of the couch, so it was a kind of platonic hug. It's how it seemed to me. I felt cornered. But then again, I couldn't move. So I was cornered without even knowing it.

Lucky me. "Maybe it's because I'm being lied to." I looked away. It wasn't easy to argue. When I looked back at him, he seemed to have a sad expression.

"Do you really think I want you to be lied to?" his hand traced to my cheek. "I would never want that." and deep inside my heart, I knew he didn't want that. "But I don't have a choice."

"There's always a choice, Ron." I retorted.

"There is, but it would get me in trouble."

I suddenly saw Sarah coming in with a cup of tea in her hands. Ron quickly removed his hand from my cheek, but I could still feel the warmth of his palm on it. He pretended he was fixing the blanket on me.

"Here's your chamomile tea, Mel. Are you hungry? I could make some cookies."

"Maybe later, thanks." She nodded and went off into the kitchen. I knew a grown up talk would be in the kitchen between Sarah and Will. "Why don't you go with her?" I offered to Ron.

"Ratchet's here." He said as the door was suddenly opened by a running Doctor Ratchet.

"Thank Primus, you're alive." He walked towards me. "How are you feeling?"

"A little cold." I admitted.

"Must be because of the blood loss. Ironhide, would you please." He was asking Ron to move. It made me wonder if Ratchet had a codename. Or maybe 'Ratchet' was his codename?

Ron moved as Ratchet took off the blanket, making me colder. "I just told you I was cold, that doesn't mean you take the covers off." I whined.

"And just how did you imagine for me to assess your wounds?" he grumbled as he looked over them, touching the bloody knees. It made me want to move away. "Stay still please." He took out a couple of needles from his medical coat.

"No." I shook my head. I hate needles.

"I didn't ask you anything."

"I'm not going to be your lab rat. You're not poking me with those things."

"I need to take some samples."

"From the inside of my knees?" the thought made me shiver. "I'd rather die that let you do that." There is no way in hell that he's sticking that shit into me.

"It isn't your call, Melissa. It would be most wise if you just went along with it."

"And what if I don't want to?" I tried to move away with my arms, but the Doc beat me to it.

"I'll make you. Or Ironhide will." He shrugged and took the first needle.

I shivered. "You dare touch me with that, I'll scream." I was ready to do it.

"You wouldn't dare. Annabelle is sleeping."

She can sleep through an earthquake. "Try me." I squinted.

"Ironhide." He called him. "Pin her down, please."

"Isn't there another way, Ratchet?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not, sparklet. Sometimes, you just have to do it. No questions asked." The Doc sighed.

"Can you sedate me?" I was hoping to get some sleep.

"Afraid not. I need an active blood line."

"I'm not dead if I'm sedated." I looked at him as if he was an idiot.

"When the first needle goes in, adrenalin will be released, accelerating the blood travel in your veins. It'll give clearer results."

"If you say so, Doc."

"Ratchet." He corrected me. I rolled my eyes. "Ready? This is going to be painful."

Well, fuck my life. Ron pinned down my legs by sitting on them. He kept my waist down with his humongous hands. Ratchet poked the needle deep into my knees. I tried to suffocate that scream that wanted to leave my throat so bad.

"Done." I let out air of relief. "Two more." I looked at him with wide eyes.

There was no mercy or break time. The second needle went into the other knee, the same length as in the first. I held down the scream, secretly knowing that my Uncle and Aunt were definitely watching.

"And the last one goes into the first knee." Ratchet said as he stuck the third needle in the knee.

"GOD DAMMIT!" I yelled, as the pain was too much to handle.

"And I'm done." He said as he got up. "I'll test this blood for any infection, bacteria or virus. I'll be back in a few days."

"Thanks." For nothing.

"Ironhide, with me." Ratchet said as we all bade him goodbye. Sarah came in and put the cover on me. After I drank down the cup of tea, sleep was the best medicine I could ever take.

By the time I snuggled into the couch, Ron was gone with Ratchet, probably to talk outside. I did feel a little sad that Ron wasn't here with me, but I could live with that. For now.

Again, I have to cut it short. I'm sorry guys, but I have bad news.

I don't know what's going on with me, but I just don't want to type. I think I'm being too lazy for my own good. I'm not losing inspiration, don't worry, it's not that. I think that updates are going to be a whole lot slower, because I can't force myself to sit down and purge something out of my brain.

So unfortunately, I'll upload what I have left of the chapters, until then… Who knows.

Because I seriously have a problem this year (2013/2014 – holy shit, only 4 months until 2014?!). I'm supposed to prepare myself for a lot of things. Driving lessons, some English tests (since I'm not from the US nor UK), school (I need to keep up all A's), trainings, Italian lessons… I'll have too much on my mind to continue writing fanfiction, which is going to slowly kill me.

So I just want to finish all the stories I have in plan as soon as possible, so that I can completely concentrate on building up my life.

If God smiles upon me, maybe I'll finish this story this summer. If God smiles upon me.

So what's left guys? Your reviews of course. I want to hear your opinion, as always.