I have a poll on my profile page asking a question I really want to have answered. I'm trying to get as many answers as I can, and very few people visit my profile. I've gotten literally one answer in a week, and that's sad. Please answer, and be honest about it.

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DARKNESS RISING PART THREE

As I get closer I notice that the broken piece of equipment is twitching slightly. I gasp slightly as the purple gooey stuff is absorbed into the metal. It starts transforming and I take a step backward. "Uhhhh…Ratchet?"

Ratchet's back is turned to me, examining something. He puts one of his metal hands up in the air, silencing me. "Not now, I'm busy." Ratchet replies casually.

I gulp nervously as the tiny 'piece of equipment' stops changing and it looks like a metallic demon spider. Small, but creepy. The tiny robot is scanning the area until his single purple eye locks onto me. I know that this isn't going to go well.

Suddenly the thing springs at me. I dodge, but its leg, which was basically a thin blade, scrapes my right arm. I clutch it as the thing prepares to lunge at me again. I growl and move to hit it.

Ratchet then turns around and glares at me, but his face soon turns to shock when he notices my arm, which, by the way, is now bleeding. "Primus! What happened?" Ratchet rushes over to me. I give him a look and point towards the small spider creature, which is about to pounce.

The metal spider lunges at Ratchet, who just simply throws the thing away. Ratchet tries to squish it, but the creature keeps on dodging. It then jumps and runs behind the green, yet semi-transparent, computer screen. Ratchet decides it best not to go trash the computer system. Smart move. It then goes over to Ratchet's overly large microscope and snaps it. I smirk.

Ratchet's eyes fill with rage as he steps forward. "I NEEDED THAT!" Ratchet tries—and fails—to once again squash the bugger.

I laugh and shakes my head in amusement, forgetting about my arm.

Ratchet looks at me for a brief moment before being pushed back to the computer as the thing gets ready to attack again. "Well, what do ya know, the little guy's quite strong."

Ratchet smirks slightly. It is barely noticeable and only there for a split second, but it's still there. The thing then jumps up and is about to beat the crap out of Ratchet.

I look around, but don't see a thing—more importantly, I don't see my guardian and the medic and I are about to be killed. I take a fighting stance and send a modified air blade at it. Ratchet sighs and moves forward slightly, but the thing jumps back up. That is, until Optimus walks in and stomps on it.

I lean on the railing and chuckle slightly, still holding onto my injured arm. "Note to self: never provoke Optimus if you're smaller than his foot. He will not hesitate to squish you." I mutter, a smirk playing on my lips.

Optimus chuckles.

"Now, what could have caused that?" Ratchet waves toward the spider-bot.

Optimus hesitates, but then speaks. "I have a grave suspicion Ratchet. Dark energon."

'What is dark energon?'

Optimus turns to me with concern in his eyes. "Sheyenne, what happened to your arm?"

I wave him off. "It's nothing. It doesn't even hurt anymore!" Just then a sharp pain shoots through my arm and I flinch. "OK, now it does…"

Ratchet must have only just remembered my arm as he walks forward. I suppress a shudder at Ratchet's scan. "Well, Sheyenne, it seems as if you've cut yourself." Ratchet finally says.

I facepalm. "I know. I should have used the air scooter."

He puts his hand out, palm side up, in front of me. I take the signal and clamber onto it. He takes me off to the med bay, somewhere I don't want to be.

'How the heck is he going to be able to clean my arm?' Ratchet gets a towel, or whatever, and, using his pinkie finger to hold up my arm, gently dabs it. 'Oh, like that.' I sneak a peek at him. His face is completely emotionless. He must have been a medic for ages now. I bite my lip, but at least the bleeding has stopped. Once he finishes I look up to him and smile. "Thanks Ratchet."

He just nods and looks away. After a couple of seconds he take me back into the main room. The others still haven't arrived yet, and Optimus is placing the now dead spider-bot into a metal cylinder.

"If the residue Arcee found on Cliffjumper brought your broken equipment to life, it would stand to reason that the very same substance brought Cliffjumper, back from the dead."

I guess Optimus knows we're back.

Ratchet walks forward and stands next to him, but strangely enough doesn't put me back down. I don't care though. "Hmmmmmm, that would account for his life signal inexplicably coming back online, but, dark energon? It's so scarce it is to be virtually non-existent. What would it be doing on Earth?"

I giggle at the fact that Ratchet looks like he was in a conversation with himself.

Optimus is thinking. "It was transported. By Megatron."

"For what purpose?"

"To conquer this planet, by raising an army of the undead."

My eyes widen as I stand up in the palm of Ratchet's hand. I fall back onto my butt as Ratchet chuckles a little bit, vibrating his whole body. I fold my arms and pout. "Well, Megatron will have to break quite a few toaster ovens, I mean, where, on this world, will he find that many Cybertronian dead?"

That causes me to laugh as well, and I bury my face into my hands. Just then the rest of the team comes back. Once Miko, Raf and Jack were off/out of their guardians they are smiling like mad and cheering. The other three transform and smile back down at them. Ratchet grumbles and sets me down right in front of them.

They smile at me, but once they notice my arm, they gasp. Miko is smirking, knowing that I'm fine. I'm a notorious klutz, and she knows it. Raf looks slightly worried. Jack looks angry.

"Sheyenne! What happened?" Jack exclaims, waving his hands in the air.

I roll my eyes, groan, and walk off, only to retreat to the safety of the prime with my book. Optimus reaches down and lifts me to his shoulder. Optimus then speaks. "Autobots, prepare to…" He pauses, and looks at the four of us.

Arcee places one hand on her hips. "…Roll out?"

Optimus shakes his head carefully before lowering me to the floor. "Remain here." Optimus orders, gesturing his hand. He turns slightly. "Ratchet, you will come with me. Arcee, we will be outside of communications range for some time, so I'm putting you in charge."

Miko frowns and points to Bulkhead. "Dude, you're biggest, you should be the boss."

Bulkhead gives her a look. "He…never picks me."

I feel slightly sorry for the poor bot.

Ratchet is on the computer, probably typing in coordinates, and Optimus is walking towards him, but stops halfway as Arcee spoke. "Optimus, with all due respect, playing bodyguard is one thing. Babysitting's another!" I frown, feeling slightly hurt. "Besides, Ratchet hasn't been out on the field since the war." Arcee says that quietly.

Ratchet turns and glares at her. "My pistons may be rusty but my hearing's as sharp as ever!" Ratchet half growls, half yells.

I burst out laughing, with Miko joining in. I didn't really hear what else they were saying as I was too busy trying to breathe. Once I regain my posture, I see that the ground bridge is open and Optimus and Ratchet are walking through. "Be careful out there, Optimus!" I shout through the bridge.

Optimus nods slightly.

All four of us stand next to each other, feeling pretty awkward. Miko starts swaying her arms. "So, what's on the activities list?"

Arcee rolls her eyes and starts walking off. "I'm going on patrol." Arcee says, and turns to Bumblebee.

"But, Optimus told us to stay here!"

Arcee huffs. "Well, when you're in charge, you can call the shots. Bee, with me. Bulkhead, you're in charge."

Bumblebee pouts but transforms and goes with her anyway.

Once they are gone Bulkhead turns to us. "So, uh, what's on the activities list?"

Miko smirks. 'Oh God. I know what that means.' She plugs in her electric guitar, which I have just realized she has here, into the speaker, which is conveniently there. It lets off an ear piercing sound and we all have to cover our ears. "How about… band practice?"

I shake my head and walk up the stairs. "How's about not?" I pick up my book and walk off, "Bulk, I'll be in the training room, where it's quiet."

"Yeah, Raf, let's play video games." Jack suggests, and Raf nods. The two climb the stairs, and soon enough, so does Miko. Bulkhead comes over and watches Raf and Jack play a racing game while talking. Miko starts to draw, and I sit in the lotus position with a book.

Suddenly a green light starts flashing and an alarm like noise came on. 'I remember that sound…'

"Proximity sensor, quick hide!"

We rush down the stairs to hide. We can't find anywhere so we hide behind Bulkhead's foot. Miko is holding her guitar.

Agent Fowler then bursts through the lift and stomps to the railing. "Prime!"

"A-agent Fowler! H-he's not here…umm…nobody's here! Except for me, of course."

'Not your best performance, Bulk.'

"Well, where did he go? Wait; don't tell me, he's out pancaking a mini mall!" Agent Fowler walks over. Bulkhead sidesteps and we quickly follow, remaining out of sight. "Well, I don't know what language you bots speak on your planet, but…"

Raf then chose that exact time to trip and fall into plain view. Knowing the jig was up; Miko, Jack, and I step out from Behind Bulkhead's leg. Jack helps Raf up and Agent Fowler is staring at us in shock.

"Contact with civilian's! Team Prime has really gone off book this time. Wait, don't tell me. You're running a day-care center!" Bulkhead looks like a child would if they were caught stealing from a cookie jar. "Ooooooookay…" Agent Fowler mumbles, looking down at us.

They don't try to think of any excuses. Main reason, they couldn't think of any. 'Come on, Aang! I need an excuse, FAST!' "Um… we're…" I nervously rub the back of my neck, "We're taking a class on robotics!"

"Ooookay, let's move." Fowler walks down the steps and towards us. "I'm taking all four of you into federal custody, it's for your own protection-" He is cut short by Bulkhead slamming his left foot down between us and Fowler. "We're protecting them."

I cross my arms and smile.

"Is that so?" Fowler is now walking back up to the telephone box. 'Huh, never noticed that before.' "Well, maybe you could explain that to MY superiors at the pentagon." He grabs the phone.

Bulkhead steps forward. "Don't use that phone it's…" He pokes his finger into the phone box, breaking it. "…out of order."

Miko snickers.

Agent Fowler drops the phone and storms off to the elevator. "This isn't over, bigfoot! Not by a long shot!"

Miko mimics what he is saying while rolling her eyes, making Raf and I laugh. Jack just shakes his head. Bulkhead then sighs really loudly.

I sigh. 'You remember what Aang said, Shey. It's now, or never.' "Guys, I have a confession to make." I walk over to them as I unzip my brown hoodie. Miko, Jack, and Raf just look at me. I slip off the hoodie, revealing my tattoos. Even after all this time, they know what they mean.

"You're an airbender."

"I am the Avatar. I mastered airbending four years ago, but haven't been able to find a waterbending master to teach me."

Everyone is silent for a minute before Jack stands to his feet and takes a fighting stance. I gasp happily as he pulls water out of the air and forms it into shapes. "Jack, you could teach me waterbending!"

"I'd be glad to. I just wish I didn't have to hide out anymore."

"You're not the only one." Miko bends a block of cement out of the floor.

"Miko, put that back." Jack and I say before sharing a look of surprise.

I smile and turn to Raf. "What about you, Raf?"

Raf carefully bends a stream of fire toward the wall. I smile wider than I have in a long time.

After about 10 minutes of just relaxing the proximity sensor goes off again. Bulkhead crosses the room and stands at the computer. 'I'm afraid it's going to be Agent Fowler again. I don't like him one bit.' Bulkhead walks up to the computer and types in some stuff, having no idea what to do in reality. "It's an SOS, from Fowler!"

I bite my lip to prevent myself from laughing. Miko joins me on the floor with the boys.

We exchange glances when it cuts off. "Did you trace it?" Raf steps forward.

"Location scan was incomplete. Oh well." Bulkhead shrugs, not really caring.

"Oh well? Seriously?" Jack raises his eyebrow.

"Fowlers a jerk!" Bulkhead is definitely the funniest one out of them all.

"Well, whether you like the guy or not the decepticons may have him!"

'Aang would save Agent Fowler, no matter what he did, and so would Optimus, so I'm with Jack. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings, and the last time I checked, Fowler was a sentient being, and therefore deserving to be rescued. Besides, Aang saved Zuko when he was chasing them.'

"And Agent Fowler knows your location! Uhh, OUR location!" Raf gulps fearfully.

"And did we not just witness how fast Fowler backs down from a bot? The cons will totally make him squeal!" Miko says.

"But we lost the transmission, Fowler could be anywhere!"

Raf then gets his laptop out of his bag and holds it up. "Maybe I can narrow it down." He sits down and places the laptop onto his lap. "About 5 years ago the government started microchipping their agents, you know, like owners do with pets." Miko raises her eyebrow at him. The rest of us just give him looks. Raf backs down slightly. "What? I saw it on TV!" He protests, but continues to type. "Anyway, if I can hack into the feds main frame, then maybe I can pinpoint Fowlers coordinates."

We all gape at him.

"You know how to hack?" Miko folds her arms. "…But you're, like, two years old!"

"Twelve." Raf retorts, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "And a quarter." Raf smiles up at me. I smile back and he goes back to searching for Fowler. After a couple of minutes, there is a map up on the laptop screen. "Latitude 35.5, longitude 116.9."

Bulkhead types in the coordinates and opens up the ground bridge. "OK, wait here." Bulkhead orders while walking towards the portal.

Miko starts pouting. "Awwwwh, don't break up the band!"

Bulkhead is just about to walk through when he turns back around. "Uhh, Sheyenne, Jack, you're in charge." Bulkhead then run into the portal. We walk up next to it.

"Guess we four have the run of the place."

"Great. I'll be in the training room." I take off for the aforementioned room, ignoring the chaos behind me.

Raf looks around. "Miko?"

"Miko?" I shout. Still no answer.

"What should we do? Bulkhead probably doesn't even know she followed!"

Jack calms him down as well as he can.

I then realize the ground bridge is still open. "Come on! We're going after her!" I order. The two nod.