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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 jerked awake as someone touched my shoulder. "Huh... what?" I mumbled as opened my eyes and looked up to see who it might be.
"We are about to bring another two of the vehicles to life if you wanted to watch?" was asked by what appeared to be Bumblebee in silhouette from his height and the horns on his head.
I considered, then asked, "Is one my car or that guy comprised of three forms?"
He shook his head, "Not yet. Soon though."
I rubbed at my eyes, "I think I'll pass for some more sleep if you don't mind. But if you could have Jazz come get me in... hmm 4 hours so I can get something to eat?"
"I'll let him know. Sleep well." he replied and was soon gone.
Four hours later...
"Yo wake up ma’am, your ride for good eats is here." came the overly jovial and loud tone of Jazz as he entered the room.
"Ugh... 4 hours already? All right, well same deal as before." I mumbled.
"Right on." he grinned and transformed.
I shook my head, "Guess you been studying up on your English lingo huh?"
He chuckled as I got up and opened the driver's side door, "Yep, gotta know how to talk the native tongue and all that."
"You do realize English isn't the only language on this planet right?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. We'll get around to learning them all eventually." he replied.
"Okay then. Let's roll." I commented.
The trip to town and back was uneventful enough considering the few strange looks I got driving around in Jazz. The mech certainly did not pick a vehicle form that blended in and I was going to have to talk to them all about that if they wanted to stay out of the public eye for as long as they wanted.
When we rolled into the room where the work had been going on, I noticed two more vehicles had gone which solidified in my mind that Bumblebee checking in at the wee hours of the morning wasn't some sort of dream. The group was working on the rest of the cars, which including Betty Joe and the one that the mystery voice had chosen for himself. I got out of Jazz to head over to the group working on her. Taking note of all the alterations they had to go through to make her something more able to withstand battle situations.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked Bumblebee who had apparently taken notice that I was wiping away tears, "Your optics are leaking."
I smiled and nodded, "I'm okay. And they are called eyes and they are crying tears. Usually tears happen when you are sad, though they can happen when you are happy, or need to flush out stuff that got in your eyes."
"Oh... so are those happy, sad, or flushing out?" he asked.
"Both happy and sad." I said.
He looked thoughtful for a few moments, then nodded and let me be.
Some hours later a group of the vehicles were ready to go so they were given life. Once introductions were done and Prime took them off for a tour, the group focused on the more difficult task of dealing with that red 63 Chevy Corvette Stingray Split Window the mysterious voice had picked out. There were parts of another vehicle near it that they must have taken apart while I slept. Whatever it was certainly was pretty big from what I could tell. Only Wheeljack and Ratchet continued their work on Betty Joe; who were both actively asking me questions and prodding me or feedback on what they wanted to do with her. I was starting to get the idea they were considering a feminine form because of some of their work had curves to it instead of straight lines. I ate a late lunch with the extra food I bought at a fast food place as I continued to watch them work.
"Easy now, don't disconnect me when I'm so close to getting new body and all." came the comment from mystery voice.
I turned to look at one of the others bringing in the three boxes on a dolly cart and commented, "Oh stop complaining, so shush you."
"When I get a body, I am so showing you who's shushing." he prodded back.
"Ohhh I'm sooo scared mister mystery voice who's name I don't even know yet." I fired back sarcastically.
"Right back atcha with the no name." he shot back.
"Okay you two, behave. I haven't forgotten how to throw wrenches." Ratchet growled.
I blinked. The reaction from the others was a mixture of blanched grimaces. Mystery voice laughed, "Oh joy, my first waking moments to get beaned by Ratchet... something to look forward to doc."
I rolled my eyes while Ratchet and Wheeljack joined the other team so they could work on hooking up the trio of boxes that currently made up mystery voice into vehicle of his choice.
They announced they were done and then suddenly an alarm sounded. "Well let's hope this is just a test and not the real thing." Wheeljack said, already heading out the door.
Ratchet pointed at the red car, "You stay here with our guest." Then he headed out as well.
I huffed, "Like I can't take care of myself."
"I'm sure you can, but if it's not a test for our response to a Decepticon attack then it is for your own safety." mystery voice pointed out.
I looked toward him, "So why haven't you transformed yet?"
"The docs like to watch when it happens to make sure it goes smoothly, best not to do it when they aren't here." he explained.
Suddenly the entire ship shook and the alarms get even louder as the power flickered a few times. Another hard shake and the power went off completely.
"I would say it's a real attack from those impacts." I noted, moving toward where he was as he flipped his head lamps right on cue so I could see where he was and where I was walking.
There were shouts that echoed down the hallway, another couple hard shakes occurred then echoed explosions followed right afterward.
"That sounded like that came from inside the ship." mystery voice stated, sounding a bit worried.
By now I had my hand on his front fender, feeling the warmth of it as we both listened to the shouting and now the rapid fall of footsteps coming down the hall. The fender slipped past my hand as he moved forward slightly. Both of us were quiet as he flipped his head lamps down and we waited in the dark. The footsteps were drawing closer, as were the shouts. There were another few shakes of the ship as explosions rocked it. His rear fender slipped under my hand and he stilled again. Then a pair of red glowing eyes appeared in the doorway. The sound and sight of something shooting out of mystery voice's vehicle form caught me off guard. Oddly though I saw no impact on the receiving end, though I could hear the figure screeching in their tongue. Then flashes of light erupted from the figure, which didn't seem aimed since the first several hit the floor, ceiling, or a medical device. I was backing away, not sure where cover was in the darkness. Hoping mystery voice was just in front of me still. Imagine my surprise and immense pain when a light flash tore through my ribcage. I lost half my lung capacity immediately and choked on blood that hadn't been cauterized by the heat of what lance through me. I heard a metal on metal impact and a screech, then a jumbled exchange of words in their dialect. As I sat there, hands to my chest and coughing up blood, I could hear the shouts and firing of weapons. Then a soft rumble of an engine before the head lamps flipped up and an audible gasp came out of mystery voice. As I lay down, I bumped my head lightly on the front fender of Betty Joe. I hacked up blood as I laid one hand on it, gazing up at that grillwork highlighted in its chrome brilliance in head lamp light. Then I closed my eyes and thought this was it… my last breaths were going to be here. I barely registered the sound of a transformation sequence, the panicked sounding machine language went from loud to slowly more muted. I saw a beautiful light appear then…
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