I don't know when I drifted off. I just know that I did from a combination of the leftover of outright panic and missing my family. A brief escape from reality.

"Why are you holding my daughter!?" "Swoop help her." "Put her down! RIGHT! NOW!" "Now, Mrs. Ashby, I believe that Swoop did no harm-" "I DON'T CARE! JUST PUT HER DOWN!" I smiled in my sleep. This sure was an interesting dream. Not to mention that was probably how my mom would really react when she would find me in a grip of a giant metal robot.

"Wake up, Kendra." I blearily opened my eyes to see my mother hovering over me, usually impeccable appearance in disarray. "Thank goodness, I thought that maybe that dinosaur had injured you in some way." "Wait, that really happened?" "What really happened?" I thought better about telling her about my 'dream'. "Um, never mind."

"I'm sorry about your sketchbook. We can go pick out a new one." Mom was never this nice. What happened...oh. "Mom, please don't tell me we have to stay longer to help with repairs." She actually looked guilty for a change. "The programming didn't have enough time to take before the attack. They want me to come again to reprogram it, with a few extra additions." "Extra additions." "Further warning for Decepticons. Apparently they might come back." It seemed like Mom didn't think the alien robots would come back, Autobots or Decepticons. Neither did I.

Boy, was I wrong.

Swoop woke up from recharge. He flapped his wings, airing them out after a night on top of the dirt. He could have gone back to the Ark with the other Autobots...but he wanted to find the human girl that had been so nice. A review of the memories of the previous day revealed that her name was Kendra. Kendra. Swoop liked that name. It was so human.

With the active memory revival going on, Swoop also relived some other events.

"Of course, Mrs. Ashby." For the first time in a while, Prowl looked a little awkward. And embarrassed "Swoop, would you mind putting the girl down." Swoop stomped his foot, an uncharacteristic move for the normally calm Dinobot. "Swoop like human. Human nice." "You still have to put her down." Swoop gave a huff of frustration. As well as a curt reply. "Fine." He carefully laid the sleeping human down. She muttered in her sleep and turned over.

"Good." The lady (Swoop dubbed her She-Grimlock in his processor) nodded. She-Grimlock tried to pick up her daughter, failing to even get her up a few inches. She gave a huff of frustration. "I could help?" Bluestreak offered, shifting from one pede to the other nervously. For a second it looked like She-Grimlock would say no. "Fine." Bluestreak transformed into his alt-mode, door held out in an inviting way. The woman dragged her offspring to the vehicle, somehow put her inside and Bluestreak drove away to sound of commanding instructions.

Swoop felt empty, even though he had only known the organic for a few moments. A few battle-stricken minutes, that was all. Yet somehow his spark missed the human who had said he was 'ok', didn't mind his accidental destruction of her paper book (not much), and told him the real reason for her tears. He liked her.

The flier shook his helm, clearing the last of the memories away. His optics glistened with sadness. He missed the human. Slag was going to tease him for that when he got back. A new idea formed within his processor. What if he found Kendra again? Surely she would be glad see him again as well?

His loud take-off shriek scared birds for miles around. Several of the feathered creatures pooped on the ground right under their perches.

I scowled, wiping the droplets of bird poop off of the green cover of my new sketchbook. Well, tried to wipe them off. A few were going to stick, and stay for good. Mom had seen fit to honor one of my requests for once (to stay at the park near the hotel instead of coming with her to the dam). As well as getting the new book for me. My thought on the matter? She still feels guilty for leaving me to the big robots, even though it wasn't her fault. I snapped the book open and began to draw to take my thoughts off Mom.

I growled, erasing yet another pencil line. At the rate this was going, I would run out of eraser before I managed to draw Swoop. By pure memory, fancy that. I was failing miserably. What I needed was to actually see the Transformer sitting in front of me to make it look perfect. As perfect as it could get. Of course, that was never going to happen. Seeing the Dinobot again, I mean. Not making a good picture. Though that was particularly impossible at the moment without a model.

Decepticons... I shivered. It had been pure luck that I had not died that day, pure luck that I had been picked by an Autobot before I got squished or exploded. I had barely escaped, with my notebook being the only casualty. I knew, in my mind, that the chances of ever seeing Decepticons again, face-to-face, were astronomical, but I couldn't convince my heart otherwise.

A tree creaked behind me. I looked up. It was the last move I made before getting swept up into the air, clutching my sketchbook. "I hate you, Fate!"

Swoop found the little human in no time. After he picked her up, things got strange. Or stranger. "Who Fate?" He interrupting one of her tirades at this 'Fate' person. "Fate's not a who, it's a what...oh no." Kendra finally realized who held her. "Swoop!" "Yep, Swoop here." The Dinobot said proudly. "You have to put me down!" Kendra began wriggling, trying to get out of Swoop's claws. "My mom is going to kill me. And Alec will miss me, with Dad." "Kendra can meet other Dinobots first before home." "There are more of you?" Swoop thought about that for a little bit, wings laboring to move him through the air. "There Grimlock, Slag, Snarl, and Sludge. All Dinobots like Swoop."

The human was silent for a moment. She spoke again. "So, after I see them, I can go home, right?"

"What'd you mean you don't know where I live? Just exactly how are you planning to get me home?" I shouted. "Swoop sorry. Just want to see Kendra." "Great...what now?" That was the question of the day. How was I going to get home after this fiasco was over and done with? Mom must be so worried, worried enough to kill me when she saw me again. If she sees you again. The little nasty voice whispered.

Swoop apparently thought we were spending too time on the subject. "Don't worry, Swoop find your home after meet other Dinobots!" Might as well enjoy the ride.