Hey guys, I'm back! It took me a while to figure out what I wanted to do with this chapter. I was hoping to try and move this story along so that I can get closer to some more action scenes, but a part of me wanted to add this little bit first.

This chapter is a short one, but I hope you still like it.

Transformers Animated: Different Angle

Chapter 17: Behind Door Number One...

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Animated

(Jacy's POV - 9:46 pm)

Right after Optimus and Prowl arrived at the base, the Bots put together some things to make berths for us to slee... er, recharge in and placed them in a spare room. I had trouble getting my wings through the doorway, so now when I want in or out, I have to walk sideways. I wondered how Bulkhead was able to get through the door to his room... that is until I saw a big Bulkhead sized hole down the hallway.

Right now, I'm leaning against a wall in the main area, watching the lightning outside the window as the rain pours down against the factory. I glance over at Kylie who's chatting with Bumblebee and Bulkhead, Waldorf snoozing right beside her.

Sari went to bed about an hour ago, having to make some sort of bed since her dad is still sleeping in hers. Prowl I think is meditating or something somewhere. He didn't say.

I look over at Optimus and Ratchet as they discuss something on the other side of the room, making me wonder what they're talking about. The medic catches my gaze and frowns, immediately making me turn my head away in embarrassment.

I glance back at Kylie as she keeps talking to Bumblebee and Bulkhead, both probably not sure on what she's talking about as they look at her weird.

She's always been social, so meeting new people has always been easy for her.

I vent as I look back out the window, feeling antisocial. I know, weird for a girl who loves Transformers and happens to be in a room with the Autobots. To be honest, I have no idea what to even talk to them about. I've always been awkward with conversations.

Plus, I can't help but get lost in my thoughts again, thinking of the same questions I've been asking myself already.

I can't help it. As much as I try to convince myself we're doing the right thing, I keep second guessing. This whole situation with these changes happening is really starting to bug me. To be honest, I feel bad for wanting to leave while all this is happening. But what are Kylie and I suppose to do about it?

I now have a sick feeling in my tank. And it's not from the oil I had earlier.

"Everything okay?"

I snap out of my thoughts as I look over to see Optimus standing there right beside me. I stand up straight as I nervously scratch the back of my helm.

"Uh, y-yeah," I say, glancing away, "Just... uh... a lot on my mind right now." I let out a vent before looking back at him. "I really appreciate you letting us stay here. Even though you think we're crazy."

"I... wouldn't say crazy," he says, sounding unsure, "and it's the least we can do after what you did for us. You two are welcome to stay here until you're able to get back to your... uh... universe."

I let out a vent as I look away again, already feeling awkward.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" he asks me.

"I'll... I'll be fine," I say, looking back at him. "But you shouldn't be concerned about me. You have to make sure the Cons don't capture Sumdac again. They still need him for their space bridge so that they can transport themselves to Cybertron."

"We won't let that happen," Optimus assures, "we'll make sure the Decepticons don't get anywhere near the professor."

"Good," I say, "cause I'm not planning on breaking into their place again."

"Hey, Jacy," Kylie says, walking over towards me, "Just wanna let you know that I'm turning in for the night now."

"I'll come too," I say with a yawn, "it's been a long day." I look back at Optimus. "Uh, good night."

"Good night," he says back as I walk off with Kylie towards the entrance to the hallway.

"Come on, Waldorf," Kylie says, looking at the dog.

Getting up and stretching, Waldorf trots after us as we exit out of the room. We walk a little ways away down the hall before Kylie looks up at me with a slight frown.

"I can't believe even when you're in the same room with your favourite characters, you're still antisocial," she says in disbelief.

"I can't help it if I'm awkward around others," I say, "plus, I have a lot on my mind right now."

"You still stressing about what's been going on?"

I vent. "I cant help it. It's really bugging me."

"Don't stress so much about it. We have the Autobots helping us out so we don't have to... Hey, Jacy?"

"Yeah?"

"Which door is ours again?"

We both stop, looking at the very similar doors along the hallway.

"Uuuuuuuuuuh," I say, forgetting which one leads to our room. Trying to remember, I point to the left side, "it's somewhere along this side. Aaaaaaand, I think it has a dent in it? Or is it a scratch? Wait, is it on this side?" Scratching my head in confusion, I look down at Kylie. "Do you remember anything?"

"I remember it being one of these doors," Kylie says.

"Very helpful," I say dryly before releasing a vent.

We look the doors over a few times before Kylie walks up to one.

"This one looks kinda familiar," she says.

"They all look the same," I tell her as I approach, "how can you even tell?"

"Just a feeling. I think this one is ours."

She opens the door...

Only for a bunch of tires and junk to come tumbling down on top of us.

Completely covered, Kylie and I poke our heads out of the big pile, looking at the junk surrounding us with Waldorf off to the side with his head tilted.

"Nope, I was wrong," Kylie says.

Frowning, I reach over and pull her out, setting her down off to the side before digging myself out.

It takes a while, but we finally manage to cram everything back into the room, having to push it all back in order to shut the sliding door all the way. Once it was closed, we let out a sigh.

"Okay," Kylie says, "let's try door number 2."

We walk up to another door, looking at it for a moment.

"This ones gotta be it," she says, opening it.

Poof!

A big cloud of dust poofs right out of the room, making us cough repeatedly as it engulfs us. Once it dies down, I rub my optics to see the three of us now covered in dust.

"Nope," Kylie says, shutting the door.

We brush the dust off ourselves as Waldorf shakes it off his fur. Once we're done, we move on to another door.

"Door number 3?" Kylie says with a shrug as she goes to open it.

"Hold it!" I say, stopping her, "what if you open this one, and a family of spiders jump out at us?"

"You want to go to bed, don't you?"

Venting, I prepare myself for what might happen. Soon as we open the door, we jump back just in case.

Nothing happens.

"Phew!" we both say in unison as we let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you two mind?!"

We jump in surprise at the voice, the moment of relief now gone. Inside the room is Prowl sitting on a big old looking mat in a meditation pose, frowning at us.

"Sorry!" I say, "uh, we can't remember where our room is."

He vents as he points to his right. "It's four doors down from here on the left side of the hall."

"... Oh yeah!" Kylie says, "thanks!"

I can't help but glance around at Prowl's room, my spark sinking a little. Four walls, one roof, and the mat in the centre.

That's it.

"Jacy, come on!" Kylie says.

Snapping out of it, I look at her. "Right. Sorry."

I look over at Prowl, his visor looking like he's lifting an optical ridge at me.

"Uh thanks again," I say, "Good night."

We shut the door and walk towards our own. Once there, we open it and flick on the lights, revealing the two homemade berths across the room from each other with a small tire bed along the wall in between for Waldorf. Sari even lended one of her blankets for him to sleep in.

Kylie yawns as she hops onto her berth. "I'm beat!"

Waldorf trots over to his bed and crawls in. Getting himself comfortable, he lets out a yawn and goes right to sleep.

I go to walk in.

Clunk!

... Right, wings.

Venting, I walk sideways into the room before shutting the door, turning out the lights, and walking normally towards my berth. Once there, I lay down on my back, looking up at the ceiling as I hear the rain starting to die down from outside. I think about Prowl's room, remembering the one he had in the show with a hole in the wall and roof which allowed a tree to grow through it. That's what he liked about that room. And now it's gone.

"Hey, Jacy?" Kylie asks.

"Yeah?" I respond, snapping out of thought.

"Any chance do the bots have blankets their size?"

"No. Why? Are you cold?"

"No," she says, "just thought it would make this bed a bit more cozy."

I laugh. "Good night, Kylie."

She yawns. "Good night, Jacy. Good night, Waldorf."

Waldorf snorts as he continues snoozing.

As I lay in bed, my thoughts immediately resurface again. Venting, I close my optics as I wait to fall asleep, hoping tomorrow won't be as crazy as today.

And that was chapter 17! For those of you wondering why I keep having Jacy think the same thing over and over again is because that's what she does due to her anxiety. When she's not a hundred percent sure on things, she starts to overthink, second guessing, etc. Eventually she gets better as she gets more character growth further into the story.

And yeah, I brought up the fact Prowl no longer has his tree :'(

For the next chapter, I'm hoping I can get it to lead to some more action, though I don't want to rush it. We'll see where the next chapter goes. I do plan on having the girls meet some of the other characters in the next chapter.

I'll give you a hint on one... he hates machines.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter despite how short it was, and hopefully I can update again soon. Until next time! God bless! :)