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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic.

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I woke up for the second time, but didn't open my eyes right away; instead I just listened to the conversation going on around me. What they were talking about though I had no clue. Their language certainly wasn't something my human vocal chords could copy too easily. I was aware of something attached to my chest and head. A voice just behind me, a slight touch to the top of my head near. Whatever touched me was warm yet hard. There were a few exchanges of conversation.
Then a deep timbre of a voice just to my right spoke in perfect English, "We need to talk to you."
Apparently they knew I was awake, probably thanks to whatever was attached to me. The fact that the one spoke English to address me had me opening my eyes. I blinked up at the blur of faces above me, looking from one to the other.
The voice off to my right spoke again, "Why did you follow us?"
I let out a sigh, then explained, "To be honest it was because I had to know if it was her."
"Her whom?" the voice asked.
"The her being a 1948 Chevrolet Fleetmaster." I replied.
There was a soft hmm to my right, a whispered conversation occurred over to my left that was in their tongue. Then the voice spoke again, "Was she important to you?"
I frowned at the question; the tears welled up in my eyes. I sat up and glared toward my right, looking for the one that spoke who was a blur of red, blue, and silver, "Oh yeah I'd say she was important to me." I moved a hand up to wipe away the tears, "She was the reason why I love classic cars. She was a dream I never got to realize. She was the focus of lies and deception from my own Father." tears were falling as I admitted that deep rooted pain that had been festering for so long, "What are you going to do with me?" I whispered.
A figure moved around the others surrounding the table, speaking as he drew closer, "That has yet to be decided." There was another whispered conversation in their language, just to the far left corner of the table. The figure said something to them, then spoke in English again, "You have not sought to inform others of your species about us, which has us a bit puzzled."
I choked on a sobbed laugh, illuminating them thusly, "Nothing to be puzzled about, anyone I told would probably think I had utterly lost my mind and have me committed at Western State for observation before they decided if I truly went off the deep end or if I was just an attention seeker."
Finally the figure broke through the group gathered around me, right at the end of the table. I met his blue lighted gaze as he spoke, "Then it seems to me we have nothing to fear from you when it comes to being exposed to your entire species. We are not quite ready to show ourselves to your world considering the images we have seen being projected through the air."
I blinked and stared at him, thinking that over a moment, then realized he was talking about movies or television. "Oh those are not even real situations. Those are more about how some of my kind thought our reaction to aliens showing up here would be. Whether or not my kind reacts like that though would depend on your kind." There was another muttered conversation in their language; I finally had enough of it, "I'm feeling very much like I'm being talked about behind my back here so would you all mind not whispering in your dialect like I'm not here?"
The figure spoke to the group in their language, all the while his blue lighted ‘eyes’ looking right at me. Then to me he said, "I apologize for my troops, they are a bit intrigued and excited as well as fearful and leery."
"I would have to be honest and say I'm feeling much the same way right about now." I told them.
There was a group chuckle. The figure stated, "Perhaps we should alleviate each other's mutual feelings then by talking further. Even getting to know each other better."
"Sounds good to me." I replied, "Perhaps introductions are in order then, mind you my memory is horrid so you'll have repeat your names a few times before I get it."
The figure nodded, introducing himself as Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. Then he gestured to each mech that was in the room in turn, introducing them.
"So which one of you was the one that gave me a bitch of a headache to wake up to?" I asked while glancing around as one raised his hand. "Uh huh, well you can call ma’am until I decide I'm not mad at you anymore. As for the rest of you, just call me Liane."
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Some hours later…
The medical doctors, or repair mechs I suppose would be the correct term for them, had taken off the devices that were monitoring my life signs. I sat on the med table getting asked questions from all of those in the room. As I sat there it seemed only more of them came in to listen and ask their own questions. I got to ask questions in return of course.
"So what exactly are you doing with all those junkers anyway? Or more specifically, what you planning on doing with them since I very much doubt you need them for parts." I inquired.
There was an exchange of looks between the medical types and a couple of engineering types with their leader, the latter speaking in that deep tone of his, "To be honest with you we in desperate need of more of us in order to deal with the threat posed by the Decepticons. Therefore the plan is to fix them up and alter their structure enough so they can be infused with life."
"So Betty Joe is going to be one of you?" I asked.
He nodded, "Only if you wished it to be so. I would not wish to take away something you obviously care for deeply." Placing a hand with palm up in front of me, "If you like you can watch us work on the others first and see how the process works, then you can decide whether or not she remains as she is or gets to be more than meets the eye."
My lips quirked a bit to that and nodded, "I would like that, thank you." Stepping onto the offered hand, and then I sat down so not to lose my balance. I was surprised at how warm the palm was as well as the fact it wasn't as hard as it appeared… it almost felt like hard rubber. He carried me over to where the work was being done. The medics and engineers got back to work, explaining to me what they were doing as they progressed through the work. They focused on just a couple of the cars so I could keep track of things. It was perhaps a couple hours later that they had all the preliminary work done and asked for a break. That's when I noted I was absolutely starving and thirsty.
"So who do I have to bother for a ride so I can get something for myself?" I asked.
The fellow who had been my headache giver, Jazz was his name, raised his hand, "I'll do it ma’am, to begin to pay for my actions toward you."
I nodded my head, "Very good." I looked up to his leader, Optimus Prime, "If you'd be so kind as to put me down?"
But Jazz interceded as he came up with his palm extended, "How about we just show her how it looks to see one of us transform around her?"
"Woah.. uhm.. can you do that and not kill me or otherwise injure me?" I asked
"I trust Jazz will not injure or kill you." Prime stated to me.
I looked between them a moment, then got up and walked onto Jazz's hand. "Okay then." I stated, looking up at him expectantly yet wondering if he'd be spending time cleaning my blood and guts out of his chassis for awhile.
Jazz transformed; the movement was so quick I didn't realize what happened before me as metal whirred around me then settled down. I blinked a couple times, staring out the windshield on the drivers' side of his vehicle self. His engine purred to life, then he shifted into gear, driving out of the room. "So where we going?" he asked.
"Fast food joint, I don't have much cash on me so it'll have to do." I replied.
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