We told everyone in the Pentagon of the situation and of our plan. "Where is the Hall of Records?" One soldier asked.

"It is somewhere here on earth," Prime answered.

After the speeches from everyone but me the general said to me. "I'm glad to see them back, kid. Make this country proud." He looked at me as if I was a soldier but I wasn't a soldier. I was just a poor girl that got wrapped up in a nasty situation.

By the time it was all over the air grew humid and the clouds became storm clouds and my stomach growled. "What now?" I asked.

"Now, we do nothing." Prime led the caravan.

"Do nothing? That seems kind of…anticlimactic." I got in and shut the door just as Bee started to follow them.

"He doesn't like fighting." Bee answered in a semi sarcastic tone.

We drove back home and I slept in the backseat for most of the way. When we crossed the border I checked the voicemail of my cell phone. It was only my boss that called me. While I called back the autobots split up so that I was left alone with Bee and I made up some excuse to my boss of being sick and forgetting to call in and that I was still sick.

Bee and I sat in silence for most of the night. I held my backpack close as I fell asleep.

I ran and ran and ran. I wasn't out of breath and I wasn't sure what I was running from but I knew I needed to run! I needed to get far away from here! The forests turned into swamps, which turned into deserts and I nearly tripped over my own feet.

Suddenly the ground turned into a steep incline and I was climbing up the sand onto flat ground to a world I never knew. I looked down and saw Starscream curse me. I laughed in a hysteria and crawled forward toward the a cherry tree. I couldn't get up, every time I did my legs turned to rubber and I fell face first so I just continued to crawl. A robot foot appeared, replacing the tree that was once there. The robot scooped me up into his hand and lifted me to his face. He was made of purple clay. I screamed for Prime and Bee and anybody I knew but nobody came.

"Quiet, girl!" He answered and walked forward. His voice was replaced with my grandfather's. "You're making my head hurt." He handed me over to Galvatron. "Now, the Covenant of Primus."

Galvatron handed it over and somehow also handed over the Quill, which looked like the golden quill Prime held when he touched it!

I screamed at him to not use it but he scribbled something in it anyway and turned to show Galvatron. It said, "Prime dies…"

I gasped and held my chest. My heart was beating faster than it should have. It felt very cramped in the car so I scrambled out. Bee made a worried sound.

"I'm fine. It was just a nightmare." I told him but I wasn't fine. Would Prime die if I handed over the quill? Slowly and mechanically I played the video of my grandfather. I was rewinding and watching the tape again and again like there was some hidden answer to all of my troubles.

"This holds the history of all of these beings from Cybertron! It's amazing! Here, here, this says a few of the Thirteen will go corrupt…or maybe that says will go to Europe. I haven't fully gotten the hang of the language yet. This is so…" The video cut out momentarily. "Oh my god! I saw it here! There is this thing called Hall of Records. It has…well records probably of this Cybertron. Too bad Witwicky isn't doing his explorations anymore." The video cut out and he started to look older and sicker. "I think the Hall is somewhere here, in the uncharted places of Russia." I paused the video and memorized the huge circle.

"I think I know where the Hall is, Bee. Can you tell Prime its somewhere in Russia?"

Bee left me in the parking lot of the motel and I paid to stay the night. I followed the numbers down and across until I found mine and fumbled with the key. My hands started shaking again. An obnoxious vroom of a car sounded behind me. I turned to see an old ex-boyfriend coming to show off another one of his new cars.

James got out of the car and approached cautious of any hostility that may follow. "I heard what happened," he said gently. His car was purple with white stripes going across it. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

I snorted and fumbled even more with the key. "No," I snapped. I couldn't get the key in its lock.

He took my hand to keep me from shaking and help me fit the key into the lock. "Ellie…"

"Elsa!" I corrected.

"Fine, Elsa, or whatever you want to be called. It's been three years. Why so much hostility?"

I turned on my heels and pushed him to his car. "Why do you think? You can't just…just go off with another woman and when that marriage turns sour come crawling back to me every single time! You can't do that! I haven't had one relationship because of you-!"

Now he broadened his shoulders to make himself look bigger and more intimidating. With each step he took I took one back. "It isn't my fault if you can't trust people anymore, Elsa! The reason you haven't had a boyfriend or any close friends is because of you!" I was pinned against the door. It was still locked and I didn't want to turn around.

He inhaled and took a step back. "You can't blame others for your problem. I was coming here hoping to help out a friend but it's obvious you just want to stew in your anger." James turned on his heels and started walking toward the car. I sighed and took the key from the lock.

"What kind of help, James?" I shoved the key in my pocket and approached slowly.

"It's late. Dinner, perhaps?"

"Yeah. Okay. Just let me wait for someone. Where were you thinking?" As if on cue Bee parked next to him. The timing was almost too perfect for it to be true.

James peered into the car, looking for the driver. I kicked his car to get his attention. He didn't need to know that my "car" wasn't really a car. He cleared his throat. "Your favorite fast food restaurant?"

"Fine then. Follow me." Bee allowed me to take control of the wheel.

"Who is that?" He asked through the radio.

"That is my ex-boyfriend James."

"Want me to teach him a lesson." Bee sounded way too pleased at the idea.

"No," I laughed, "unless he gets too comfortable."

Soon James and I were sitting outside chowing down on the most unhealthy meal a man could dream of; three-by-three burger with fries and a chocolate shake. I didn't realize just how hungry I really was. In all of my depression I wasn't listening to my body's growl of hunger and in all of my adrenaline I didn't realize how much food I was burning off. I ate the entire thing quickly but paid the price with nausea later.

I sat on Bee's hood while James only leaned against him.

"So what do you think of the whole Transformer business that's been going on in the past…decade or so?" James finally asked after the silence grew uncomfortable.

I could feel bee almost perk up, trying to listen closely. I shrugged. "It's become apart of everyday life now. Transformers are like…I don't know superman I guess."

"I don't think it's fair they've used earth as their personal war ground."

I rolled my eyes. "It isn't like that, James."

"What is it like then?" He eyed me up and down, trying to pry something out of me.

"They're our protectors from others that want to do the universe harm. Like Megatron, for example! Without them we would be on the brink of extinction."

"Yeah…extinction…I would think with all of your bad luck you'd want to die." This comment made Bee upset. He jerked forward, forcing James to trip and land on his burger. Yellow mustard stained his once perfect red hair and ketchup stained his nice tie. I smacked the hood.

"Sorry, it's like it has a mind of it's own." I explained coolly.

"Piece of…" James thought it better not to finish as he sat up. "You know, these autobots destroyed a good chunk of forest." He attempted to get the stain out of his shirt.

"Do you know why?" I faked a bored look.

"No. Everything is torn like they were looking for something, though. Your grandfather found something foreign, didn't he?"

"It was just a pen," I laughed. "Who cares?"

The sound of a semi filled the quiet and hostile air. We turned to see Prime driving by. I shoved everything into a bag and threw it into a trashcan. Didn't Bee tell him about Russia? Shouldn't they be on their way?

James went inside to tend to his stains and I got off Bee. "What's he still doing here?"

"Ma'am, do I look like his babysitter?"

I kicked his hood leaving a muddied shoeprint. "Don't talk to me like that!"

"Wow," James' voice made me jump. "I knew it! I knew that car didn't just bump me on accident and I knew it didn't just conveniently drive up!"

"Shh! Keep it down!"

"So which one are you?" James demanded.

Before I could tell Bee otherwise he transformed. James stared up in awe. "Bumblebee…" he whispered.

Bee scooped me up in his hands and settled me on his shoulder.

"So…you're like his pet!" James laughed. Bee didn't seem to like that much. He knelt, ready to flick him away.

"Bee!" I scolded. "Don't do it, let's just get out of here."

"So wait!" James continued to yell. "Why is he here still? There's no reason for-!"

"Galvatron…its Megatron reborn. He's looking for something to possibly write the future and change all of it. We're trying to get it away from him."

James rolled his eyes. "Fine, don't tell me." His nonbelieving voice still made my chest ache with anger. He never believed me with anything so why did I still try? Maybe I liked pain. Maybe I liked being depressed. Maybe the world had no luck for me.

I sighed and looked at Bee. "Hey, let me down and he'll take me back to the motel."

The yellow robot made a type of complaining noise.

"I'll be fine, Bee. What's the worst thing that could happen?"

Reluctantly he let me down. "Fine but I'm following the entire way."

"Wow…kind of possessive." James whispered.

I only answered him with a shove as I got into his car. I didn't explain until he started driving. As I was talking I watched him closely, watching his guarded expression, the twitch of his mouth and hands, and I watched the car. There was something off about the car. It felt…alive, like the first time I entered Bee. It was the same, electrical feeling as Crosshairs but it had the same old wisdom as Prime. I didn't say anything about it. When I finished he drove in an awkward silence. It was long and too quiet.

Finally I spoke, "You passed the motel."

"Oh," he quickly corrected himself and flew into the parking lot before Bee could grab his car. "Can you show me this…Quill?"

I shook my head and got out. "One thing I forgot to mention…I don't have it." I shut the door and approached the door of my room. Now my hands weren't shaking and it was easier to unlock the door.

"Where is it?" He yelled out the window.

"Prime took it from me! He said something about returning it to Cybertron." I didn't wait for a response before stepping through the door and slamming it closed.

Bee's face appeared at the window. "You lied to him…"

It wasn't a question but I answered anyway after opening the window. "I don't trust him or his car, Bee. There's something off here. Something way off. Someone doesn't just show up at their ex's feet and then asks random questions about you guys out of curiosity. No, there's something wrong here."