Hello everybody! I finally finished the next chapter. It took me a few days to get started on it, mostly because I was disappointed with getting very few reviews. I got more on the first chapter than I did the second. I need that motivation. So thank you to the few who did review! I love all of you!
Also, just a little heads up, there's a sort of dream/vision sequence that might be a little confusing. Basically it starts out a dream, but kind of blends into a vision. I say the vision actually starts when she ages up. You'll understand when you get there.
Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter Three
Cliffjumper dropped me off at my house before parking a crossed the street. I waved goodbye at him as I walked into the front door of my house. It was a little late, but I knew my parents wouldn't care. They'd just be happy I got out of the house and explored our new home town for a while.
I went straight upstairs to my room and flipped on my bedroom light. Then I pulled out the datapad Ratchet had given me and began looking over it. I read over the information, instantly getting sucked in. It all about their protoforms. According to the datapad, it was the first stage in a Cybertronians life cycle.
"Protoforms consist of an unspecified, free-flowing, metallic matter layered over basic robotic systems. A protoform is the first stage in a Transformer's life cycle. They only await a life-giving spark and the alt-form information necessary to transform them into fully functional, living Transformer beings. Often, protoform modes are used to transport Cybertronians on intergalactic journeys. Protoforms are transported, or stored in stasis lock. When not in stasis lock, protoforms are a roiling mass of liquid metal around their internal frame."
I read everything in the datapad, completely absorbed in the words. It wasn't until my eyes started burning that I remembered I needed to get some sleep. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It was just after three in the morning. "Guess I should go to sleep." I mumbled to myself and began to change into night clothing.
Then I switched off the datapad and crawled under the covers on my bed. I plugged my phone in and then switched off my lamp. It didn't even take me ten minutes to switch off.
An eight-year-old girl was sitting beside a lake. She couldn't help but admired how beautiful it was. She thought it was the bluest lake she had ever seen. It glowed brightly, the color was mesmerizing.
Then a shadow was cast above her, shadowing a large area. She turned around and looked up. There was a really tall robotic organism standing up her, looking down with curious optics. The two of their stared at each other, neither willing to look away first. His optics glowed the same bright blue as the lake in front of her.
"Who are you?" She asked curiously.
The robotic organism tilted his head, not understanding the language she spoke. He scanned through information provided by the world wide web. Once he figured out she was speaking English, he downloaded all the necessary information so he could speak it as well. It took him less than a minutes.
"My designation is First Aid." He finally replied. "I am from a faraway planet known as Cybertron. I am also an Autobot trainee medic."
The girl giggled. He sounded so different from herself and he looked way different than anything she knew. "You're an alien? Mommy always said aliens were not real." She asked, not necessarily in disbelief, but more like wonderment.
First Aid chuckled. "I assure you, I am very much real. Though I am unsure of how I ended up here. Last thing I remember was fleeing Iacon during a Decepticon attack. I woke up here. Where am I?" He asked the small human femme.
"Earth! It's my home." She looked around. "I'm not sure where we are though… I don't know how I got here." She said distressed. She blinked, and suddenly she had become a twenty-one-year-old woman once more. It was kind of trippy to go from eight to twenty-one. Now she knew everything though.
First Aid was shocked. How did the human femme change so quickly? "Who are you?" He asked this time, his voice now carrying a hint of caution.
Jessica smiled shyly up at the bot. "My name is Jessica, I'm human of course. I believe this is a dream. And I think we are sharing it. I'm way to aware for this to be a regular dream and I don't think it's lucid." First Aid thought that made sense. "Do you know where you are located?" She asked him, her tone now serious.
He tilted his head. Did she know something that he didn't? "I am not sure. I have been offline for a long time. I think my body is in stasis mode."
Jessica hummed. "Well, I know where Optimus Prime is." His optics widened at that. He'd never had a chance to work with Optimus Prime before, but he hoped to one day. Ratchet had told him stories about Prime during the brief time he'd studied under him. "If you become aware, you must head to a planet called Earth. I believe all the information you downloaded in order to talk to me will follow you when you come online."
First Aid frowned. "How do you know all of this? And how is any of this even possible?"
Jessica didn't answer for several moments. She, too, wondered how it was possible. In fact, she wondered if she really was just dreaming. Something told her that wasn't the case, however. She was really talking to First Aid, and she was helping him find Team Prime. She only hoped it was enough.
"I don't know."
The sound of the alarm on my phone woke me up the next morning. I reached for my phone, vision blurry as I tried adjusting to the land of the living once more. Finally, I was able to grab my phone and shut the offending noise off.
I went over the dream I had, trying to make sense of it. Was it simply the result of meeting the Autobots yesterday?
I couldn't think of any other reason why I would dream of something like that. It just wasn't possible to share dreams. However, a lot of weird things have been happening lately. Not only have I been hearing a weird voice in my head, but I brought Cliffjumper back to life! That was a lot for me to process.
It was like I was becoming the girl I was before I had been committed. I didn't want to go through that again, but I knew my parents wouldn't hesitate if they thought I was relapsing. I had to shake this off. This cannot bring me down again.
I pushed myself out of bed and quickly got ready for the day. I had set my alarm to wake me up at eight thirty. Despite getting only five hours of sleep, I felt pretty wide awake. That was good, because something told me today would be another long day.
Quickly, I changed into regular clothing and then grabbed the datapad Ratchet had let me borrow. I nearly left my phone as well, but I didn't. So all was good.
My parents were sitting in the living room, watching tv when I came downstairs. "Going out already?" My mom asked me. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna go hang out with Jack before school starts tomorrow for me tomorrow."
"We'll have fun." My dad waved as I walked towards the door. I waved back before leaving. Cliff was still a crossed the street, waiting for me, so I went straight to him. "Morning Cliff." I smiled when he popped the door open.
"Good morning, did you do your homework." He asked jokingly. I held up the datapad with a satisfied smirk. "Read every single last word. It was actually quite interesting." I replied as he took off towards the base.
"Oh yeah. I always found biology quite boring."
"Well, that's because it was about your species. I find anatomy to be quite boring sometimes too, but I study anyways because I want to be a doctor. But learning about a new species is incredible, especially since I'm one of the few humans who know about aliens existing." I gushed, giggling giddily.
He chuckled. "Whatever you say, kid."
I lightly kicked his dash, much to his protest. "Dude, I am not a kid. Stop calling me that!" I huffed indignantly.
"Compared to me, you are most definitely a kid. I'm thousands of years older than you, and still considered pretty young." Cliff reminded me.
"Well, that's compared to your species. Here I'm legally an adult now. I can drink alcohol." I grinned proudly. Drinking was not something I really ever did though. I was supposed to take meds, but I hardly ever did. They usually just made me really sleepy. My parents were okay with me not taking them as long as I felt fine. If they thought I had any chance of relapsing, they'd force the pills down my throat though.
"Alcohol? Hmm, I think that's kind of like high grade energon. That's what Cybertronians drink for fun. It makes everyone silly, and do stupid thing. Basically it impairs our judgement." Cliff explained.
"Yep, that's alcohol."
"Huh, we'll have to drink together sometime. I'm sure that would be interesting." Cliff said, and I could practically hear the smile in his voice.
"Drunk giant robotic organisms, yep, that should be fun." I giggled. We pulled into the base then, effectively cutting off conversation. When we arrived in the main room, I hopped out of Cliff so he could transform.
"Alright, I'm gonna go get some energon. I'm sure Ratchet will be ready to go over your notes from the night before." He smirked before turning around and walking further into the silo. I watched him go before heading towards Ratchet.
He was standing at a computer, messing with something. "Good morning Ratchet." I called up to him. He looked down at me and nodded. "Good morning, Jessica. I will be with you in just a moment, I need to finish looking over the purple substance found on Arcee yesterday." He told me before turning back around.
I hummed quietly to myself and looked around the silo. Everyone else was gone so it was honestly kind of boring. My eyes caught sight of something on the ground, so I curiously walked over. I saw the broken equipment that bulkhead had crushed the day before. It seemed to absorb the purple substance on the ground.
My eyes widened when the equipment began to shift and pull together to form a scary spider-like minibot. It glared at me, lifting the blade up threatening. "R-" I tried to say, but was cut off when the thing charged at me.
I squeaked and dived out of the way, painfully hitting the ground. It was quicker than I was at getting up and pounced on me. "RATCHET!" I screamed as I tried to block his arm so the blade wouldn't pierce my skin.
Ratchet turned around quickly, noting the distress in my voice. "By the Allspark!" He gasped. My hand slipped and the bots blade sunk into my arm, plunging deep into my flesh. I cried out in pain before Ratchet arrived and knocked the thing off me. The blade yanked out of my skin, and I groaned in pain. Blood gushed from the wound.
While Ratchet was distracted by the terror bot, I used my uninjured hand to tank off my tank top that I wore beneath my shirt. It wasn't an easy task and it hurt like hell, but I knew it needed to be done.
"I NEEDED THAT!" I heard Ratchet yelled. I heard a crash and looked up to see that Ratchet had been pushed into his computer. Just how strong was this little bugger. I got my tank free and quickly tied it around the injured area.
"Leave him alone!" I shouted. The bot was about to attack Ratchet, who was still down, and I knew I had to distract it long enough for Ratchet to collect himself. The minibot turned back to me and lunged at me again.
However, it never even got close. I was suddenly scooped up by a warm, metallic hand. I heard a shot and it went down. "Take that, you little shit!" I sneered down at it before looking up to see that my guardian was my rescuer. He looked back at me concern, probably because of my bleeding arm.
"It's good, I'm okay." I assured him.
Optimus, who was the one to shot the minibot, retract his gun. The bot went to stand back up, but Optimus crushed it with his foot. "Whoa." I mumbled. That was certainly not what I expected to happen when I came here today.
"And stay broken." Ratchet growled before turning to Optimus and Cliffjumper. "Now what could have caused that?"
"I have a grave suspicion, Ratchet. Dark energon." Optimus replied gravely. "If the residue Arcee found on Cliffjumper brought your equipment back to life, it would stand to reason the very same substance brought Cliffjumper back to life." Optimus explained as he put the crushed minibot in a metal cylinder and then put it into storage.
"So that's what he had those weird purple optics." I muttered to myself, momentarily forgetting that all the bots had super hearing.
"What was that?" Ratchet frowned suspiciously.
"Uh, nothing?" I chuckled nervously. I still wasn't ready to let them know I was the one who brought Cliff back to life. I looked up at Cliff desperately. He quickly got the hint. "Uh, doc, why don't you look over Jessica's arm. It looks like the tiny bot from the pit did a number on her arm. She leaking like crazy."
Ratchet was still slightly suspicious, but the doctor in him kicked in. "It doesn't make any sense, any of this. I suppose that explains why your signal came back the first time." Ratchet took me from Cliff and walked towards the med bay, Optimus and Cliff following. "Though I'd like to know how you came back in the first place. Arcee said you had been mutilated, like some con experiment."
"I told you doc, I can't explain it. Not right now, at least." Cliff sighed, obviously irritated from Ratchets persistence. I wondered how much they'd been bothering him about it. I hope not too much, I already felt bad for making him keep secrets from his family.
Ratchet grumbled to himself before setting me on a berth. His optic shut off and I jumped in surprise when a human man suddenly appeared beside me. The man was about six feet tall, with sandy blonde hair and a pretty fit body. He wore a white doctor's lab coat and black glasses. "What the?" I gasped in surprise.
"I suppose you humans don't have this sort of technology yet, do you?" The man asked, and his voice sounded exactly like Ratchet.
"Ratchet?" I asked quietly. I'd never seen anything so incredible before. I reached forward and touched his arm with my good hand. It was solid. Ratchet looked back at me curiously, and I couldn't help but get lost in his glowing blue eyes.
The air seemed to get warmer as we stared at one another, both of us refusing to look away first. Something in that moment shifted and I wasn't sure what it was. All I knew was that I liked it, whatever it was.
Someone cleared their throat, and the two of us looked over at Cliffjumper, who was grinning in amusement. Ratchet coughed and went over to my injury. "Anyways, as I was saying, it just seems impossible for there to be dark energon, it's virtually nonexistent. What would it be doing on Earth?"
He untied the tank top from my arm, which was completely soaked in blood. "It was transported here by Megatron," Optimus told us as Ratchet tried to examine my arm. He couldn't make out where the injury actually was with all the dry blood, so he went to get something to wash it off.
"For what purpose?" He asked Optimus.
Cliffjumper was still grinning down at me and I shot him a glare. That just caused him to chuckle. I swear I was about five seconds away from kicking him. Though that would probably cause me more harm, since he was made of metal.
"To conquer this planet by raising the undead." Optimus answered grimly. My stomach twisted in fear. That did not sound very good.
Ratchet walked back over to me, and took my arm gently in his hand. "Ha ha, well, Megatron will have to break a few toaster ovens. I mean, where on this world will he find that many Cybertronians dead?"
He finished wiping the blood from my arm. However, instead of seeing a wound, my skin was completely healed. There wasn't even a scar. "By the Allspark…" Ratchet whispered astonished. Optimus and Cliffjumper both looked at me with surprise.
"T-that's not possible. I felt the blade sink into my skin. It hurt like hell." I gasped in disbelief. There was no way I wasn't injured. I mean, my tank top was soaked through with blood. There was blood on my shirt that I was wearing right now too and I wouldn't be surprised if there was some on the floor in the main room.
Ratchet's human form thing disappeared and his optics opened once more. Then I felt something tingly run through my body. He had just scanned me. "That's impossible…" He trailed off, while looking at me as if I were a ghost or something.
"What? What is it?" I asked, my heart pounding in anticipation. Ratchet didn't answer me, instead turning to Optimus. Cliffjumper reached forward and offered the palm of his hand. I quickly climbed on.
"Optimus, I'm getting an Allspark energy signal from her. She is literally filled with it." Ratchet explained to the boss bot.
Cliffjumper and Optimus both studied me. My cheeks flushed, not quite understanding what was happening. "How is that even possible?" Optimus asked. He frowned, looking concerned now. I wondered what was wrong, and what an Allspark was.
"It's not. But that's not all. The energy isn't new; it's been in her system for years. It's a part of her. There's no way for me to extract it from her." Ratchet answered. He looked so lost, as if he didn't know what to do or make of this situation.
"Um, what's an Allspark?" I asked, scared. Clearly whatever it was, it shouldn't be inside me. If they were reacting this way, it was clearly something bad.
"How come we haven't picked up on it before now?" Cliffjumper asked, all of them ignoring my question. I huffed. Fine, ignore the person that you're all talking about. That's real mature. I'll sit here in confusion.
"I don't know." Ratchet grumbled, shaking his head. "None of this makes sense. However, I'm sure the Decepticons could easily pick up on something like this. Imagine if they got ahold of her. It could mean disaster."
Nobody had a chance to reply before there was the sound of multiple vehicles arriving to the base. The rest had returned. Optimus looked at me once more before turning to Ratchet. "We will figure this at later. Right now, we have other priorities." He told the medic. Ratchet looked at me before nodding in agreement.
We walked into the main room and saw all the others. Cliffjumper put me down and I ran over to my human friends. Jack grinned when he saw me. "Hey Jess" He gave me a one armed hug. When he released me, he looked down with a frown. He saw the blood on my shirt. "What happened? Are you alright?" He asked, slightly panicked.
I shrugged. "It's nothing. I think it's paint. I didn't notice it when I put this shirt on." I made up quickly. He seemed to buy it though because he nodded. Are attention was brought back to Optimus when he began talking again.
"Autobots, prepare to…" Optimus started, but he stopped and looked down at us humans. Arcee asked if he wanted them to roll out after a moment of awkward silence. "Remain here. Ratchet, you'll accompany." Optimus decided before turning to Arcee. "Arcee, we'll be out of communication range for a little bit, so I'm putting you in charge."
Miko looked up at Bulkhead. "Dude, you're the biggest! You should be the boss!" She exclaimed. Bulk shrugged. "Uh, he never picks me."
Ratchet began typing in the coordinates while Arcee, Cliffjumper right behind her, approached Optimus. "Optimus, with all due respect, playing body guard is one thing, babysitting is another." She protested.
"Aw come on, Arcee! It'll be fun!" Cliffjumper grinned, bumping his shoulder into hers playfully. "What?" Arcee was glaring back at him, unamused. He shrugged helplessly before turning Arcee back to Optimus. "Besides, Ratchet hasn't been in the field since the war."
Ratchet turned around and glared at the femme. "My piston may be rusty, but my hearing is as sharp as ever." Ratchet growled.
"For the moment, it is only reconnaissance." Optimus stated, but there was an edge in his voice that Arcee picked up on and questioned. "Arcee, much has changed in the last twenty-four hours and we all need to adapt. Ratchet, bridge us out."
Ratchet opened the bridge and he and Optimus stepped through. When the portal closed, everyone turned to Arcee. "Okay, Chiefie, so uh, what's on the activity list?" Jack asked Arcee. She rolled her eyes. "I'm going on patrol." She deadpanned.
"But Optimus told us to stay put." Bulkhead protested with a frown. Arcee growled, "When you're in charge, you can call the shots. Bee, Cliff, with me." Bee grumbled in Cybertronian, but followed after her as she left the silo. Cliffjumper seemed more amused though as he followed after the other two. "Bulkhead, you're in charge." Arcee called over her shoulder. Then they were gone, transforming as they exited.
"So, uh, what's on the activity list?" Bulkhead asked. Right after he spoke, there was a high pitched sound resonated around the base, forcing us to cover our ears. I knew there was only one person who could be the cause of all that noise. I looked over and saw Miko had plugged her guitar into her speakers. "How about band practice?" She suggested.
"But we're not a band." Raf protested. He didn't seem very interested in the idea, and truthfully, neither was I. "Why so antisocial? Come on Raf! You play something?" Miko asked. Raf shrugged and suggested keyboard. "Laptops and samples, good." She turned to Jack. "Jack?"
"I sometimes mess around with the harmonica." Jack said meekly, rubbing the back of his head. Miko huffed and shook her head. "Do I look country? Just cover yourself in fake blood and jump around." She snapped, before turning to face me next. I shook my head hurriedly. There was no way I was getting into this.
"Sorry Miko, but I'm really not interested in being in a band." I protested. Miko pouted. "Aw, come on! It'll be fun! Everyone else is joining in!"
Lucky for me, I didn't get a chance to answer before the proximity sensors made the room flash green again. I stopped Miko from playing any more, and grabbed her arm, quickly pushing her into hiding. I knew it had to be Fowler, and that meant we had to hide.
All of us went to the closest thing in the room to hide behind, which just so happened to be Bulkheads leg. In retrospect, that probably wasn't the best place to go. However, we were sort of thinking in a panic, so what can you do?
The elevator chimed open and I heard the sound of Fowlers footsteps. "PRIME!" He shouted so loud, the four of us flinched.
"Agent Fowler, uh, he's not here right now. Nobody's here! Except me, of course." Bulkhead explained nervously. I felt bad for him. Fowler was kind of a douche, and Bulkhead didn't deserve his abuse.
"Well, where did he go? Wait, don't tell me he's out pancaking a mini mall." Fowler snarked. I rolled my eyes. Could this man be any more condescending. I think he keeps forgetting that Bulkhead was large enough to squish him. "Now, I don't know what language you bots speak on your planet, but Prime promised he would handle the Decepticons! And blowing a crater in the middle of Nebraska is not what the word handle means. So you tell Prime…"
He was interrupted by the sound of Mikos guitar. I glared at her, but I was madder at myself. Why hadn't I made sure it had been unplugged before we hid. Miko just looked back at me sheepishly. "Since when do the bots electric?" Fowler asked, obviously finding the speakers. I sighed before the four of us came to the other side of Bulkheads foot.
"Hey." I waved nervously. Jack smiled slightly. "How's it going?" He asked.
"Contact with civilians! Team Prime has really gone off the handle this time." Fowler exclaimed. Bulkhead looked at the ground sheepishly. "Wait, don't tell me you're running a daycare center." He huffed.
"Ooooookay…" Bulkhead dragged out, unsure of what to say. I quickly popped in. "Um, we're interns."
"Student interns." Raf added in. Jack and Miko quickly nodded along. "Yeah, we're earning extra credit in auto…" Jack started, but Miko interrupted to finish with, "Robotics."
Fowler wasn't buying it though. "Okay, let's move. I'm taking all four of you into federal custody." He said as he began descending the stairs. "It's for your own protection."
"I don't need protection." I huffed, irately. Bulkhead, however, wasn't going to let Fowler take us anywhere. He stomped a foot between us and the agent, effectively stopping him in his tracks. "We're protecting them." Bulkhead told Fowler.
"Is that so? Well, maybe you can explain that to my superior at the Pentagon." Fowler retorted. He walked over to a phone on the wall, and began dialing a number. But Bulkhead wasn't about to let him get away with that. "Don't use that phone." He said, before using one of his fingers to crush it. "It's broken."
I grinned, cheering internally. Go Bulk!
"This isn't over, Bigfoot." Fowler sneered before storming back up the stairs and to the elevator. "Not by a long shot." He disappeared when the elevator door closed. We were all quiet for a second, each wondering what would happen now.
"Well… he must be fun at parties." I finally said in an effort to break the tense silence. It worked, everyone burst out laughing. Miko began mimicking his actions to make fun of him, causing us all to laugh even harder. We probably would've laughed for a while if it wasn't for yet another alarm to go off. "How many alarms does this place have." I grumbled after nearly jumping out of my own skin.
Bulkhead walked up to the computer and began typing something into it. "It's an SOS from Fowler." Bulkhead said. Raf walked forward. "Can you trace it?" He asked.
"Location scan incomplete." Bulkhead hummed before shrugging. "Oh well."
"Oh well? Seriously?" Jack asked with a frown. I couldn't help but agree with Jack, this most certainly was not a good thing. Bulk tried to comeback with saying that Fowler was a jerk. "Whoa, whether or not you like the guy, the Decepticons have him. No one deserve that." Jack reprimanded. I found it funny that a sixteen-year-old human boy was reprimanding a couple thousand-year-old alien.
"And Agent Fowler know the location of the base… our location" Raf added, going slightly pale with fear. "And did we not just witness how fast Fowler backed down from a bot?" I chimed in. "The cons will totally make him squeal."
"But we lost the transition! Fowler could be anywhere!" Bulkhead exclaimed. Raf pulled out his laptop and began typing on it.
"Maybe I can narrow it down. About five years ago, the government started micro chipping the agents, you know, like owners do with pets." Raf explained to us, much to our astonishment. He shrugged sheepishly. "What! I saw it on TV." He protested before typing some more. "Anyway, if I can hack into the Feds main frame, maybe I can pinpoint Fowler's coordinates."
"You know how to hack?" Jack asked, slightly surprised. Miko shook her head. "But you're like, two years old!"
"Twelve and a quarter." Raf said, slightly amused. I whistled. "Damn. How is it that a twelve-year-old boy can do stuff that me, a twenty-one-year-old woman, can't even do?" I asked with a grin. Raf just shrugged with a shy grin before turning back to his screen again.
A map appeared on the screen. "Latitude 39.5, longitude 116.9" Raf told Bulk proudly. Bulkhead typed the coordinates into the computer and activated the Groundbridge.
"Okay, wait here." Bulkhead ordered as he walked towards the portal. Miko protested, unwilling to 'break up the band', as she puts it. Bulkhead ignored her and turned to me. "Uh, Jessica, you're in charge." He said before turning towards the Groundbridge and running into it.
"Sweet, I'm in charge!" I grinned proudly. Jack chuckled. "Well, I guess we got the run of the place." He said, before looking around the silo. That was when we noticed that Miko was missing. "Miko? Miko!" He exclaimed.
"What should we do? Bulkhead may not even realize that she followed him!" Raf gulped in concern. I huffed in frustration, what was she thinking? "Miko hasn't even seen them in action like we have! She has no idea what the Decepticons are capable of." I groaned.
We all looked over at the Groundbridge. "Those are the coordinates. Their destination is still locked in." Raf said. We all exchanged looks and nodded. But a thought popped into my head. "What about Arcee, Cliff and Bumblebee, or Optimus and Ratchet? They might need a bridge. One of us should stay here just in case." I said.
"Don't look at me, I'm not staying here alone." Raf said when the two of us looked at him. I sighed, but nodded. "Okay, I'll stay. Just find Bulkhead and let him know what's up. Try not to get caught up in the fight." I told them.
They nodded and I activated the Groundbridge, letting them through. As soon as they were gone, I shut it off and waited for something to happen.
However, not even a minute after they left, the world began to go black, much as it had the day before. I blinked several times, but it remained the same emptiness as last time. I must be having another vision.
"That is correct, child."
I jumped, somewhat surprising by the voice. I didn't understand why, though, since I knew it was bound to happen. "So am I gonna have a vision every day or something?" I asked, genuinely curious. The voice chuckled.
"Of course not. Soon enough all will be clear to you and I will no longer be needed."
"Okay then. Is this the part where you explain to me about how I was able to bring a bot back to life yesterday? Or maybe why I had a dream, but I don't think it was actually a dream, about a bot named First Aid? Oh, or maybe why my skin healed super quickly after being stabbed?" I fired off quickly.
"All will be revealed in time. You have been chosen to do many great things. However, we must warn you against falling in love. In will only result in more pain and death."
I frowned, not liking the fact that this mysterious voice was trying to tell me how to live my life. "Um, I'm sorry, did I ask you to butt into my life?" I snapped.
"My apologizes, I did not mean to offend you. I am just warning you of the possible consequences if you continue down this path."
"I wasn't even asked to be a part of this, whatever this is. Why do I have to worry about consequences? And why won't you just tell me what's going on? If you're going to mess with my life, I think I deserve an answer."
"Child, you have been given a chance to do something incredible. You will save many lives, and create new ones. Trust in me, and trust in your own abilities. You will understand when the time is right."
"Well, that's just a load of bull." I huffed.
"You are angry because you do not understand. I wish I could say more to you, but it could alter everything. You just have to trust me."
"And why should I trust you?"
"Because I am your creator."
This vision faded away and I was once again brought back to reality. I blinked several times, readjusting to the light. That had certainly been an infuriating conversation. Why couldn't he just give me a straight answer? It wasn't that hard.
"Jessica, I need you to activate a Groundbridge for us." Arcee's voice suddenly came from the computer. I locked onto her coordinates and opened the Groundbridge for her and the other two. They drove it, transforming up as the portal closed. Arcee looked seriously pissed.
"At least you have the common sense not to follow Bulkhead to the Decepticon ship." She snarled, clearly irritated with my new friends. I shrugged sheepishly. I would've gone too, but I left like I was needed here more.
Arcee got onto the computer, and imputed the coordinates to the Decepticon warship. "Please remain here." She almost begged, before her and Bee transformed down and disappeared into the open Groundbridge. My guardian grinned down at me. "I can't believe you didn't go." He laughed before transforming down and follow after them.
"Me either." I muttered to the empty room.
And that is the end of this chapter! I thought about doing more, but this is about the length of the other chapters, so I figured this would be a good place to stop. I had fun with this chapter though! Please review, because I really need to know that you guys like it. Otherwise, I won't have any motivation to write more! Then I'll just stop writing it and that won't be fun. So review! Right now! Do it! Love you all, see ya next chapter!