A/N: Hey guys! So I've been re-reading this story and realized just how Mary-Sue my character seems and how cringe worthy this story is. I'm still going to be posting but I'm thinking about going back and rewriting some chapters to make Anna seem less Mary Sue. Just thought I'd give ya a heads up!

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Anna's POV

I was just about to step out of my stall in the femmen's wash wracks when the door suddenly burst open. Startled by the sudden noise I slammed the door to my stall shut and put my back to it. The person who barged in made their way over towards me and a voice called out.

"Hey, you in here Anna?"

I sighed in relief and a bit of anxiety, it was only Mikaela. "Yes, I am here. Is there something you need Mikaela?"

"You and I are going shopping!" She exclaimed. I paled slightly and replied, "Now?"

"Yes now. We need to get so many things! Clothes, shampoo, tooth paste and tooth brushes-oh! Maybe they have a sale on shoes since its summer!"

Primus, if you love me you won't do this. "Thank you for offer Mikaela, but I don't need to go shopping. I have my own set of clothes, my own tooth brush, I have some tooth paste, and I don't really need any shoes. I already have a pair. Besides, I don't have any money to go shopping."

"Oh no you don't", she said, marching over to stand in front of my stall. From the way her shadow looked she had her hands on her hips. "You and I are going, end of discussion. Don't make me drag you there kicking and screaming. Don't worry about the money, the military is going to be paying for this trip. Besides, it's a great opportunity to get to know each other."

I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off before I could even utter a sound.

"Now, hurry up and get out here. Jazz and Bumblebee are going with us. No more arguing or I will pull the age card young lady and I'll sick Jazz on you." She said, walking out of the room.

The age card? I'm practically the same age as her! Frag it, why did I mention the 'eternal 13 year old' thing.

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I'd like to say I managed to somehow get out of the shopping trip. Feign some sort of damage to my armor that required me to stay behind to fix or just take off flying. Instead, I found myself in one of the many stores at Tranquility Mall with Jazz and Bee in their holoforms. While Mikaela was leafing through a clothes rack I walked around the store with Jazz. Bee had wondered off somewhere else in the store.

"This 'shopin' don' seem too bad." Jazz said, stopping to look at a rack of shirts. Rolling eyes, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away. "You poor, poor mech. I'd give it about 10 klicks before you break. 5 klicks for Bee. Even less when we go to the food court."

Jazz looked at me in confusion and opened his mouth to say something when Mikaela walked over to us. She held a neon yellow shirt up against her front. "Hey, do you think yellow's my color?"

"Yes, it is." I replied immediately, slapping a hand over Jazz's mouth before he could give his opinion. Satisfied, she turned and began to walk to the fitting rooms in the back. I removed my hand from Jazz.

"Ok, crash course. When a human femmen asks if something looks good you automatically say yes. If she asks anything negative about it, like if it makes her look fat, you automatically say no. Anything to please her and get us the frag out."

Jazz blinked, before laughing. "Lil' lady, ah know how femmens work. Same concept wheneva a femmen asks if she should change her color or alt mode. Ah personally like shoppin'. The many different styles you humans have is facinatin'. Just relax an' enjoy tha trip."

I huffed, crossing my arms. Now, I don't want to sound like one of those teenage girls with bad attitudes or seem spoiled or anything. I. Just. Hate. Shopping. I'd rather be anywhere but shopping. Very rarely did I go to a store. When I did it was usually to buy high grade for my sire or to stock up on food since my sire would forget to. Get in. Get out. No dilly-dallying or taking my time to look. I go there, get the items, clip the coupon, fork over the credits, then make it home in time to make dinner before our sire came home.

Besides, I have better things to do than spend time worrying how I look. I yanked back to reality when something was thrusted into my arms. Blinking, I looked down at what it was. Ripped and faded jeans with a white crop top and plaid jacket.

"No" I deadpanned, shoving the clothes back at her.

"Why not? It'll look so cute on you!" Mikaela said, putting the clothes in front of me.

"I'm not wearing that shirt. Besides, I already have clothes back at base." Out of the corner of my optic I spotted Jazz looking over at use, trying to hold in a laugh. When our optics met he mouthed, "What was it you said about automatically saying yes to a femmen?"

Oh, if only glares could kill. Jazz would have been deactivated and already rusted through. Returning my eyes back to Mikaela, I huffed.

"No. I will not wear that and you can't do or say anything to make me." She frowned before scrunching up her eyebrows and widening her optics. Jutting out her bottom lips and making it tremble slightly for added affect.

I raised my optic ridge at her. Wasn't she too old to use that look? When I didn't say anything she huffed and took the clothes from me.

"Fine, be like that. I'm just trying to get to know you and spend time with you." She put the clothes on a random rack next to us and walked away.

I sighed…ok, so maybe I had been a little cold.

"What's wrong with Mikaela?" I looked over and saw Bee's holoform standing next to me.

"She's upset cause I wouldn't try on an outfit she picked out for me."

"Well, ya response was kinda cold too Ann."

I looked over and raised an optic ride (I seem to be doing that a lot lately).

"Ann?"

Jazz shrugged. "It's ya nickname."

I grimaced slightly. "You can just call me Nova. I prefer it actually."

"Do you not like shopping? I thought all females liked to shop." Bee asked.

"I hate it. I can survive on jeans and t-shirts. Besides all you do is look at different colored fabrics cut in various ways and overpriced."

"Well, maybe. But it jus' looks like she wants ta spend time wit cha. It's how femmens like ta bond. They get ta know each otha's likes an' dislikes an' its jus' something they enjoy. Jus' like how we mechs enjoy ta talk about our weapons and things like that."

I looked over at him and sighed before walking over to where Mikaela was, picking the outfit she chose for me off the rack beside me. I walked up beside her and put the clothes on her arm.

"I'll do the jeans…but the shirt has to cover more skin. I'm sorry for giving you the cold shoulder. I've just never really enjoyed shopping."

She looked over at me and after accepting my apology, she grabbed my arm and went completely batslag crazy.

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Three breems later we were all sitting in the food court. So far we had been to Rue 21, Rainbow, JC Penny's, TJ Max, Ross, Sears, Famous footwear, and Barn's and Noble's. After the third store I secretly listened to music using the earbuds built into my visor. I made sure to leave one audio open in case a question was thrown my way. Mikaela bought everything using a credit card given to them by the government. It was just a plain black rectangle with a white strip on the back. Nothing special or interesting about it.

I had chosen to get food from a place called Mandarin Express while Mikaela got Subway. Jazz and Bee were just sitting there talking.

"I thought your holoforms were capable of eating human food. Can you not process our food into energon?" I asked.

Bee just shrugged his shoulders while Jazz replied. "Huh, ah neva really asked Hatchet 'bout that. No harm in tryin ah guess."

"Well, if you can't process our fuel would your holoform generator glitch?"

"Nah, worse-case scenario is tha fuel passes right through meh." Jazz leaned over and took my chopsticks from my hand. He stared at them for a bit. Probably searching the internet on how to us them. After a minute he placed one stick in the crook of his thumb, positioning it as if he were holding a stylus. The other he set on top of the first, holding it between his thumb and pointer digit.

Then he reached over and grabbed some noodles off my plate with the chopsticks. He brought it to his mouth and I smirked internally. He placed the noodles in his mouth and began to chew.

"Huh…tha ain't too bad" He reached over and ate a few more bites.

Wait for it….He frowned and set his chopsticks down, breathing in and out of his mouth. He brought his servo up and began fanning his mouth.

"Wha..the..f-frag?"

Mikaela laughed, "You seriously didn't bother to question why the noodles are red? Dang…how much hot sauce do you use Anna?'

I just shrugged. "I've always enjoyed eating spicy food." I pushed my cup over towards Jazz and he grabbed it, chugging the contents.

After a while he finally spoke. "Lil lady. Ah like a lil' spice in mah energon too once ever cycle….but tha was jus' too much! How much did ya put?"

I held up a Sriracha bottle that was half empty and replied, "This was full when I took it."

Mikaela opened her mouth to respond when my visor pinged. I held up a hand to shush her and she quieted down, looking at me with a confused expression.

"What?"

"You guys got it too right." I asked Bee and Jazz. They both nodded, our eyes beginning to search the crowd of people. I just picked up a decepticon signal. Three in total, and they were very close to our position.

My optics scanned the crowd, stopping on a police officer leaning against the wall to our left. He had on black sunglasses and was chewing on what looked like a tooth pick. His hair was jet black and he looked to be in his early thirties. I looked close and had my visor zoom in on him. His image flickered for just an astrosecond, becoming transparent before solidifying.

I set down the bottle of hot sauce with a slightly louder thud than was necessary. Jazz looked over at me I took my drink from him, sipping the on the straw I casually tilted my head in the officer's direction.

Barricade, I mouthed and he gave the slightest dip of his to show he got the message.

"I'm impressed you two. I'd figured you break within the first 10 klicks of being here." I said, picking up the conversation. If we stayed too quiet the three cons would know something was up.

Bee shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head to the right. I looked to the right and saw a tall man with black pants. He had on a jacket that was a mix of black and various shades of purple. He had on black gloves and strange designs on his sleeves. The purple lines running over his jacket made him look like he had just come from Megacon. A pair of black sunglasses completed his look and his purplish black hood was pulled up, obscuring the rest of his face.

He had a purple leash in his hand, a large black dog on the end of it. Soundwave and Ravage.

"Nah, we don't mind. Helps us learn more of…American culture. There's only so much da internet can tell ya." Jazz said, resting his head on his hand. Jazz's message was harder to read since his arm was in front of him and not in any particular direction. However, with a subtle jerk of his helm upward I realized the last one was somewhere behind him.

"Huh…well whatever you say. While today's trip wasn't as bad I still dislike shopping." Seeing Barricade making his way toward us I tapped my finger on the table five times.

I brushed my hand against Mikaela's arm and when she looked at me I whispered, "Danger. Get ready." Before she could respond Barricade was at our table.

"You kids having fun?" He asked.

Mikaela smiled and replied. "Yes we are officer. How has your day been?"

The 'officer' grinned at her, removing a pair of handcuffs. "Oh, it's about to become a lot better insect."

A/N: Ok…so not exactly where I wanted to stop but I knew I had to spit out something. It's been FOREVER since I've updated and I'm sorry for that. To make up for the long time in between chapters I've posted another book on called Fangirl Central (Transformers Edition). I update that one more frequently so check it out if you can. Hope you guys enjoy summer!