A/N: So this part is 550 words, and is mainly a thank you to everybody that has read this story so far! After this, it's back to 100 words snippets until I say so otherwise. I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to tell me what you think! :D

Beta: The super awesome Mist Howler!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, just the random OCs and plot rainbows that I barf out.

Chapter Eleven: It's Angry!

"You got us a babysitter?!" came the indignant shriek, followed by the clanging a of rock connecting with metal.

"I didn't!" The defensive reply cried out, "It was all Optimus' idea!"

Miko Nakadai whipped her head around, ceasing in her sudden tantrum against Bulkhead and the lumbering Autobot heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that she was no longer throwing objects at him. She narrowed her eyes at the red and blue mech, who seemed unaffected by her sudden rage towards him. Crossing her arms over her chest, she waited for his explanation. Her cohorts, Jack Darby and Raf Esquivel looked at one another from their perch on the lumpy olive green couch, but they merely shrugged; girls.

"Agent Fowler agrees that it is for the best, since the Decepticons know of your existence. If they were to realize that we have left you unguarded for extended periods of time, then I fear that they would use that knowledge to their advantage." The Autobot leader carefully explained, "And it is crucial that we double our efforts to find Energon deposits to replenish our supplies."

"And why can't we help?!" the teenage girl pouted. "I would rather fight a horde of zombie-cons than sit around some old lady's house!"

"It's too dangerous for humans," Ratchet joined in, turning away from his work table to speak. "We'll be traversing through harsh climates that can be fatal to you."

Stomping her foot, she stormed over to the couch. "It's not fair!" She cried out, as she flopped on the cushion between Jack and Raf.

"Hey, life's not fair." All heads turned toward the federal agent that had snuck in during the argument, "And Marian isn't all that old." He addressed to Miko's remark, before turning to Optimus. "I've just finished speaking with her; she's agreed to keep an eye on them for as long as we need."

"Isn't that just peachy!" Miko huffed.

"It is." Fowler gave her a stern look, "And you'll have all the time in the world getting to know her; starting tomorrow."

"What?!"

It's Love?

Marian tapped her fingers on her kitchen table, glancing at the clock every few seconds, followed by her staring out the window. She was anxious, worrying about how Honey would feel about having three kids that were older than her around for an indefinite amount of time. Spotting the bus finally pull up in front of her house, she resisted the urge to run to the front door, letting the girl walk inside undisturbed.

"Hey, Honey?" She called out before the girl could dart up to her room, "Could you come here for a second?"

A head of brunette hair poked around the corner, her bright, amber eyes went wide with curiosity, "Yeah?"

"Somebody came by today asking about that babysitting ad I put in the paper."

A blank look.

"Why don't you come in here and we can talk about it? I bet you wanna hear about the kids."

"Not really."

Marian frowned slightly, then resorted to bribing, "Could you help me bake some cookies? I'll let you eat some batter."

With the blink of an eye, the girl had dropped her backpack in the middle of the floor and clamored into her spot at the kitchen table. Honey stared at Marian expectantly, "You were saying?"