Warnings: Mild Language
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, just the random OCs and plot rainbows I barf out.
Chapter Seventy-Two: It's Always Steve
Once Marian showered, changed her bandages and got dressed for the day, she was gathering up art supplies and shoving them into a backpack. What she needed was a nice, calming day of painting some of the local scenery to help her clear her thoughts. Maybe if she started walking now, she would make it to the wooded area a couple miles away... Her backed ached in protest to that thought, and she cursed whoever smashed her car up.
Unable to think of a decent robot name, she mentally called that Decepticon 'Steve'.
"Damn you, Steve." She muttered quietly.
