The Wii was finally turned off by mutual agreement. Mutual agreement that no one wanted to hear Snarl and Slag shouting at each other while fighting onscreen. Not to mention it was late. At night, I mean. Sleep wasn't too hard to reach. I cuddled with Sludge again, curling up against his warm metal body.

The next day...

It was quiet. Quieter that it had been the day before. I ate from the remains of my junk food raid. And I drew. I drew all of the Dinobots, in various poses, in various styles. I drew so much that my pencil became a stub, a first. Everyone else did their own thing. I didn't even see Swoop for a while.

Until suddenly he popped up right in my face. "Stop doing that!" "Swoop sorry." He didn't look too sorry. The flier got right down to business. "Those are Dinobots?" He pointed to one of my chibi sketches of them. "Yep." "Not like the others." "That's because these are called chibis. They're more cartoonized pictures of you guys." He snickered for some reason. "Why are you laughing?" "Just thinking of chibi Megatron." He explained. As far as I knew, Megatron was the Decepticon leader. When would I get the chance to chibize him among Autobots? Correction, Dinobots.

I sat there after Swoop left, doing nothing really. It was sorta nice, just flipping through the pages to look at previous sketches. That was before it got yanked out of my hands. "Hey!" I glared at the culprit. Slag. "Give that back." The Dinobot...did he smirk at me? Yep, he did. His smirk grew wider as I get up. "Me Slag win. Human lose."

And with that, he took off. "Is this about the fight between my Pikachu and your Bowser last night? It better not be!"

Jazz hated meetings. There were extremely boring, for one. It was either Red Alert blathering about holes in security or Prowl giving a boring report. Or Wheeljack and Preceptor giving a presentation.

He was so glad he had games on his visor.

He tuned out by playing Angry Birds as Prowl gave a report on energon supply numbers. No one, least of all the TIC, noticed that the door was slightly open.

I ran down the corridor, one of many corridors. Everything looked the same here. All orange and eye-blindly bright. Plus some grey. Where is that Triceratops? Grr, he better not destroy my notebook. I scanned everything I ran past, trying to find one open door. An open door would most likely mean that Slag had gone that way. I was going to make him pay!

A door at the end of the row caught my eye. It was slightly open, like someone had tried to shut it in a hurry. Aha! I got you now, Slag!

The metal door was too heavy for me to push, but luckily the space was just wide enough for me to fit through. What I found on the other side...was not Slag. I stood there and gaped at all of the big robots. None of them Dinobots. I made a small noise, loud enough to have them all turn towards me. Call me stupid, but I didn't think Swoop had told any of other Autobots about me, judging by the looks on their faces.

I opened my mouth and screamed.

Wheeljack didn't agree with Prowl's numbers. But he would tell him that later. No need to embarrass the Autobot SIC.

He heard a scarping noise on the floor and turned in its direction. Everyone else, he saw, did too. Normally they would have all been too busy talking to hear it. But Prowl was boring to listen to, even for Prime. There was a small human frozen on the floor. It wasn't any of the humans that normally wandered the Ark. It was small not-entirely full-grown femme.

There was a moment of complete silence. Then the femme screamed. It was a loud piercing scream, one that Starscream would have been proud of. Loud enough to stop the Autobots for a few moments as they tried to cop with the noise. As they were doing so, the human dived under the mech-sized table, hiding behind a leg. Her scream continued, transforming itself into words. "Curse you, Slag!" Plus a few other curses at said Dinobot.

I huddled under the table, hoping against hope that they wouldn't be able to reach me. I knew I shouldn't have been scared of them. They were Autobots, after all, not Decepticons. But that didn't change the fact that my teeth were chattering, that I had goosebumps all over my arms, and it wasn't because of the cold.

You should have been scared of the Dinobots. Not the Autobots. They haven't done anything to harm you, while you suffer threats from the Dinobots nearly every minute. My terror was in due to Autobots, though, not the Dinobots'. Maybe in due to the fact I was trapped in a circle of Autobots with no Dinobots present.

I snapped out of my thoughts in time to see a large servo reaching for me. With a shriek, I backed up even further. Nearly landing myself into another mech's servo. Retreating from both, I started climbing up the closest table leg. No way were they getting me!

Red Alert watched anxiously. How had a human gotten in here? Wasn't the door supposed to be closed? There was a definite breach right there, that even a human had gotten to a meeting. What if it had been a Decepticon?

He nearly glitched right then and there, seeing the human climbing. Even more so when it stopped and glared at the mechs surrounding it. "Leave me alone, you freaky robots!" "We're not going to hurt you." Optimus said, trying to comfort the small organic. It laughed. "Sure you won't. Where's Grimlock or Swoop? What about Sludge? Snarl's good too but I'll take Slag before any of you." "It knows about the Dinobots!" Red Alert finally burst. "Of course I know about the Dinobots! Now get them!" The last word ended in a screech, and the organic shifted its grip to glare better at Red Alert.

"I think we should get the Dinobots." Wheeljack said. He blinked when everyone turned around to look at him. "What?"