The next morning Prime, Bee, and I met up in the desert area behind the motel near a hiking trail. I had a hat on to make it look like I was a legitimate hiker and I even bought some water. I sat on Bee's shoulder as we relayed to Prime the mysterious approach of my ex.

"Until he proves a threat we will ignore him," Prime commanded.

I still couldn't shake off the weird, electrical feeling I had. Crosshairs and Hound were checking out Russia along with the soldiers the Pentagon provided, Prime relayed to us. He had decided to stay behind for better protection of the Quill.

I made my way back alone on the hiking trail while Prime and Bee thought of plans to protect the Quill and to protect me. James waited in the parking lot. I tried to ignore him while I walked past him alone.

"Come on, you can't just ignore me after the time we had last night!" He jumped out of the car and cut me off from my room.

"Nothing happened last night." I tried to step around him but he stepped in front of me.

"We had a moment, you can't possibly tell me you didn't feel it too."

No, I had a moment with your car. I didn't have a moment with you. "Me and Bee have moments, James. You and I had a conversation. A very private one, too." I turned around to go to the front desk but he caught my backpack and pulled me back. He was beginning to get on my nerves.

"You still don't trust me." He concluded under his breath.

"Not with my life."

James sighed and let me go. "Fine…I don't need you to trust me." There was poison in his tone. The sounds of robotic transformation sounded in a second and a hand picked me up before I could react to it. I turned to look up at my captor. It looked like Prime and like Galvatron but it wasn't an autobot or a decepticon. This one was purple with a white beard that noted his age was beyond Prime's. "You lied to me when you said Prime had the Quill, Elsa!" James screamed from below.

A scream ripped from my throat and I jumped from the hand. It still caught me and lifted up his palm. "Bee!" I screamed.

"Where is the Quill?"

"Why do you want it?"

"Oh I don't want it. I'm helping out a friend. Meet my friend Alpha Trion."

"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance despite the unruly circumstance." Trion said in a low, grumbling voice that reminded me much of an old war veteran. There was a cold warmth to it as well.

"I would say 'it is a pleasure' but like you said, unruly circumstances keep it from being pleasant." I went to jump off his hand again but he caught me carefully by my backpack and shook me out of its straps onto his hand. He handed the backpack to James.

"Why do you want the Quill?" I demanded.

James started to comb through the backpack but it didn't look like he was looking very well. "Why? Why else would anyone want the Quill, Elsa. I want to change history's future! I want to change the world!"

"And it's my Quill and book that your autobot friends are trying to mess with." He transformed into the little sports car, trapping me in the back seat while James jumped in. He threw the backpack on the passenger seat and the car took off at speeds that a cop would have stopped him for.

I looked behind us and attempted to break the glass but it wouldn't break. I saw Bee and Prime in the distance before we turned from the motel parking lot onto the road. I needed Bee. He made me feel safe and brave.

"Don't be so scared! It's just a bug!" Grandfather used to tell me whenever he tried to hand me a bug. Alisha was the brave one out of the two of us. I was always scared. Scared of the darkness and the unknown beyond. I was scared of uncharted territories and the vastness of the ocean. I've always been scared. I've always been cursed. I've always had bad luck since the day I was born because the world doesn't have time for people like me.

When Trion finally stopped James combed through my backpack a little bit better, strewing its contents around until he found the pen. He nearly threw it out but Trion's voice kept him from doing so.

"That is the Quill!" Trion announced.

"Now we just need that book," James turned to me. "You're going to be a good girl and you are going to tell us the location of the book."

I tried to get the words 'I don't know' out but I couldn't. I just stared at him with a blank look. It made James angry. "Tell me!" He growled.

'With Galvatron' I wanted to say but it was lost in my throat.

James lifted a fist. Trion's transformation was swift and quick. While I was trapped in his fist he picked up James by his arm. He kicked and squirmed like a worm. The pen had gotten flung in the back seat with me. I grabbed it and hid anywhere I could on my person.

"A gentleman doesn't hit a woman, boy," Trion's voice now held no warmth to it anymore. "I'm done with you." From such a great height it wasn't hard to tell Trion wanted to let the man-child die. Instead, he exercised control and dropped him at a less life threatening height. "All I need now is the Covenant of Primus." Covenant of Primus. The words were familiar but I had no time to think of where I heard it. As he walked the confusion of metals signaled his transformation and he left James on the side of a road that hardly anybody crossed.

"Where is the book?" Trion demanded with no warmth to his voice. "If you don't answer me I have ways of making you speak."

My breathing turned sharp and shallow. "I can't breath," I exhaled and covered my mouth with my hands.

Trion groaned with annoyance. "You humans are so fragile."

"I don't know," I finally said though it was muffled with my hands. "All I know is that Galvatron has it and he's possibly heading toward Russia. Okay now I really can't breath." I closed my eyes in focused on my breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.

"What's there?"

"Hall of Records!" I growled and went back to my breathing. Trion waited patiently until I could breath calmly. My heart still pounded uncontrollably. "Its location is possibly in Russia. We're trying to return the book and the Quill to the Hall."

Trion's laugh was mocking. "You talk of it as if you know it! Do you even know what the book is called? It's the Covenant of Primus! It isn't just a book of stories and history!"

"I know what it is! My sister can read it." I knew it then! I knew I had heard it in a dream and possibly from Grandpa and Prime. The words that escaped my mouth I couldn't take back. I hoped that I didn't put Alisha in danger.

"You humans?" He sounded appalled.

"Yeah. My sister can read it and I apparently can write it."

"No, you do not truly understand what you are writing or reading. It is only inscribed into your mind." After a short pause of no reaction he continued. "Your world has animals and every animal has instincts. The instincts are written into their mind and passed on from generation to generation. You humans are the same. Someone in your family knew it before and your instincts were awakened when the pen touched your hand."

"That was a bunch of bull crap science, though!" I retorted.

"Or so you thought," Trion laughed. "Instincts stay dormant until something awakens it."

We drove in silence. I didn't notice my face was wet with tears until we came to a stop and I was again trapped in his open palm. The Quill fell during the transformation and I tried to grab it but Trion grabbed it instead. I watched as the Quill reconstructed itself to fit his hand. It still looked amazing! It was golden and feathery and old and new.

"Then there's no reason to keep me," I tried to reason but he already took to the air. I wrapped my hands around his fingers so I could feel more stable. Trion must have felt my uneasy footing and he cupped his free hand over me so that I was encased in a ball. There were only small holes near his knuckles where light came through. My stomach felt queasy but I kept the bile in my throat.

He kept his hand steady so I didn't tumble around much until we landed. Russia was a cold place. It was colder than Galvatron's heart.