I hang out in the Autobot hanger. I have yet to perfect turning their signals off yet, but I feel I'm getting close. I sit on some crates out of the way. Watching the Autobots work. The more I'm around the more I'm fascinated. Through I still feel as if I'm invading their privacy. Ratchet told me not to worry to much as long as I keep my eyes from more intimate parts. I can't agree more. I'm currently staring at Wheeljack's feet as he converses with other bots. He has errors, but from what Ratchet has told me, they are all normal. My program isn't wired for Cybertronians. Ratchet has been trying to come up with a way to be able to program it, but even if he does, I'm not sure I want him to try and install it. Wheeljack is also one of the bots that is very fascinated in how I work. Always tells me if I have any questions, to ask anything. He's also one of the few that doesn't get weirded out about me staring for long periods of time. I also know he has been working with Ratchet on trying to come up with a way to upgrade my programing.

A metallic silver sheen comes in my view, up close and personal. I am now looking closely at the pelvic region of a robot. And my mind is running circles around its protoform. It's not the first time this has happened, but their anatomy confuses me every time. My eyes shutter and I look up.

"Your eyes linger longer than usual." Sideswipe smirks down to me.

"Sideswipe! How many times have I told you not to do that?" I stand abruptly and yell up to him.

"I'm just trying to help you learn." He teases, skating after me as I storm away.

"Standing in front of me like that tells me otherwise." I growl. He skates around me, stopping in front of me. I cross my arms, hip cocked to the side and foot tapping.

"When will you accept our offer?" He asks, already knowing what I'm thinking.

"I've already gave you an answer."

"We won't accept no for an answer."

"Then maybe your brother should try to ask, instead of always you." I scowl.

His jaw slacks and his optics look to the ceiling before finding mine again. The gears and circuits working to focus on me.

"You know he won't." I say for him, not letting him give a response, I jog around him and head out of the hanger.

I head to my barracks room to chill before heading to the med bay after lunch. I'm getting tired of Sideswipe and his antics. Sometimes I wonder if he even knows how to be serious, I have seen him in battle, and he is a very different bot. I don't even know how to describe it. Both him and his twin are merciless. They make killing Decepticons a art. They dance together, not just fighting, they are graceful and mesmerizing. It's hard not to watch them. I wish I could see them without my programming. I'm sure they are even more enticing.

The latest battle with the Decepticons, I had to be with Ratchet of course, but I got to see way more action than I would have gotten just driving a hummv. I stayed close to Ratchet, but far enough that I didn't get trampled on. Lennox wasn't to happy with me being so close, but its not up to him anymore. I take orders from Ratchet now. Anyway, the twins come rolling up in front of us. Ratchet and I stay back away, only to fight if needed. The twins don't normally need help to get rid of a rouge Decepticons. They transform from their alt modes with a beautiful sense of grace. Sunstreaker more so than Sideswipe. They whiped their blades out before they even land on the ground and as the Con charges forward, they go from two bots to one. They dance the waltz, the rumba, the tango. Whatever you want to call it, they dance. They don't fight like in a ring. They don't have to hold hands to be in tune with each other. Their choreography is in perfect sync, like they have been taking lessons since they first started to walk. Like a Ballet dancer who hasn't been able to put away her pink ribbon shoes after dancing for so many years, making her feet look battered and weak.

I want to focus on them. I want to bleed their beauty into my brain. I want to remember it over and over. I want to put it on a dvd and play it on a big screen. But I can't do that when my stupid programed mind keeps clouding my eyesight with errors and inaccuracies. I don't get to see the way Sunstreaker snarls as he slices through the blasted con. The con fighting back to get the gold and silver bots off them. I couldn't see the way Sideswipe spins into his draws. I want to be able to look at them and see the gears in their optics focus and re focus. Sunstreaker's will flash red depending on how angry he is. Sideswipe will smirk as he sees energon run down the bucket of bolts limbs. If only I could see it more clearly. God I really need to figure out how to shut these things off.

I groan at the recent memory and roll off my bed. I slowly shrug off my jeans I had been wearing, then I put on my uniform. I just finish setting my belt straight when a knock hits my door.

"Ugh!" I complain out loud. I don't even have my boots on yet. There's another knock.

"What!" I shout as I swing the door open, letting it slam into the wall.

I stare into a pair of wide eyes of electric blue eyes with strands of blond hair falling over them. They are the same shape and color as his brothers. There are no errors covering my vision as I stare at this beauty of a man in front of me. His skin is just lighter than his twins. Sideswipe must get more sun. Its kind of funny. Sunstreaker is golden and has light skin. Sideswipe is silver with tan skin. But their eyes, they are exactly the same. They read the same, they say the same things. As I stare into Sunstreaker's eyes, they are telling me everything he wants to say.

"Can I help you?" I spit out, really unsure what to say.

He opens his mouth, pauses, then closes them. His eyes look to the floor and I look him down. I see his hands start to shake in the pocket of his black jeans. We both look up at the same time and our eyes lock again.

"Please let us take you out. To thank you. So, I can thank you." His mouth lingers open, as if to say more, but it closes before the words can come out.

I can't help but smile. Sides must have finally gotten through to him.

"You could just tell me thank you and forget about taking me out." I suggest, leaning against the door with my arms crossed.

"I want to take you out." He blurts out, taking a step towards me.

"I mean we want to take you out."

His cheeks flush and he looks away from me again. I want to laugh, but I smile instead. I don't need to make him more nervous than he already is. He's so cute like this. Much better than his intimidating scowl he always wears.

Silence falls between us for a moment. I take in what he's asking me. I want to say yes, but I'm not sure if it would be allowed. I mean for one we are different species and two we work together. Why does this have to be so difficult? If someone from my platoon asked me out, I would say no in a heartbeat. If it didn't work out, it would make work harder for us. These guys are aliens from a different planet. I'm a computer hybrid. Would it even work? What if it doesn't work out? Sunstreaker could kill me with one step.

"I need to think about it." I say in a quiet voice. He looks up with promise in his eyes.

"Don't take to long." He smiles and gives me a wink. I could get used to this Sunstreaker. He is just as attractive as his twin.

"I won't." I watch him turn and walk away. Then before my eyes, he dissolves into thin air. I will never get used to that.

I finish getting dressed and head to the med bay. My mind is still trying to wrap around Sunstreaker just minutes before. At least now I know they are both serious. I still have a smile on my face as I walk into medical zone. Ratchet is sitting behind his desk working on some datapads, but he puts them down the moment I make my entrance.

"What's got you smitten?" He asks seriously. I freeze at the words that just came out of his intake.

"Where did you learn that word?" I point a finger at him.

"I heard a soldier say it the other day. I had to look it up to figure out what it was. Interesting word though."

I can't help but laugh. Its always funny hearing the Autobots use human lingo. It's so unnatural for them, but its so funny to hear.

"You didn't answer the question."

Always straight to the point.

"It's nothing."

"Your pheromone levels are high, and you never smile like that. So, it's not nothing." "

Why are you sniffing me?" I try and change the subject.

"Is it the twins?" I gasp wide and start to stutter on my words.

"No..What..Why would you think that..No, no." He smiles down at me.

"Did you finally say yes?"

"You knew?"

"I know everything."

"Just because you're a medic doesn't mean you know everything." I walk towards my work place and sit down. Maybe if I ignore him, he will forget it.

"I'm taking that as a yes." I groan in frustration.

"No, I said I'd think about it."

He doesn't ask anymore questions after that. We sit in silence and focus on our work. I read some files Ratchet gave me to learn about his species. They are almost exactly like an actual car except their metal is living metal and their energon is their blood like oil is for a car. The energon runs through their engines and lubricates the cylinders to move their hydraulics and drivetrain. They use coolant to run through their radiators and fan to cool themselves. They do have fuses to work their lights and other electronics like in an actual car. They can pop too, its funny when they do. You can hear it if they get worked up too much or don't take proper care. Jazz, one day, was sparing with Ironhide. I happened to be in the room training myself. I heard it before I saw it. The pop, then girly scream from Jazz made it way funnier. You'd think he'd never had a fuse blow. I'm not sure what fuse it was. I'm assuming it was something to do with his audio systems, because music began to blare though his speakers with the bass on high and no matter what he tried it wouldn't shut off. The best part was the song that played. "U can't touch this" By MC Hammer. Not the type of music I thought he would listen too. I thought he would be a jazz or blues kind of bot.

As I read more about them and learn from them, I can tell that my programing is slowly taking it all in. It's taking longer than information on cars or tactical vehicles, but at least its working. Now if only it would make it easier to see them. To look at them and really see them for who they are. Not just machines that my programming seems to be taking them for. They are more than just machines. They are sentient beings, with emotions and feelings, they can feel pain, they can speak their mind and they can die. They can get hurt and they can be healed. They are more than just robots from outer space. This is just so frustrating. Why can't I get an upgrade that lets me understand the Cybertronian's? I haven't had an actual upgrade in years, since I left the facility.

As the day goes by, my mind begins to wonder to the holoform that stood in front of my door this morning. How he looked so nervous standing there. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen. I would never tell him that though. He might step on me. I can't believe he came and asked me. Sides has been asking me out for weeks, but I only said I wanted Sunstreaker to do it, because I figured he never would. Then I would never have to give them an answer. Now I have to give them an answer. What is so special about me that they seem to see? If anything, I'm a freak of nature. I was built into a high-tech machine. What would two frontliners, who are beyond gorgeous, want with a freak like me? They could have any girl they want, but they are choosing me. If it's just because I saved Sunstreaker's life, then its more of a thank you date, not a real date. That's probably it. They probably think its some Earth custom to take someone out as thanks. They don't really like me and why would they?

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Ratchet stirs me from my thoughts.

"Just these notes you've given me." I lie, hoping he'll buy it.

"You haven't scrolled down in the past half hour. I know your thinking about something else."

Damn he's good.

"It's nothing important, I'll get back to reading."

I shove my nose down into the data pad and focus on the words written. I hear him sigh, but he doesn't continue, which is a relief to me. Now I really need to focus.

The end of the day comes closer and I dread walking out those doors. I know the twins will probably be snooping around out there somewhere, probably waiting for me. I don't have an answer. I mean I kind of do, but its complicated. I need to say no and put my foot down. A date would mean nothing to them, its only to thank me for saving Sunstreaker's life. Then after than we would probably never talk again. They don't need to do that. A simple thank you is enough for me. They don't owe me anything. Yeah, I'm going to tell them no. Hopefully they leave it at that.

"I'll see you tomorrow Ratchet." I send a wave over to the medic.

"Sounds good, Taylor." He doesn't look up from his work, but he never does.

I head out of the medical bay and make my way to the hanger, to cross over to the other side and get to my barracks room. I keep my eyes open and scouting for a certain duo. So far so good. I move quickly across the hanger, but just before I was out, two lambos drifted to a stop in front of me. The holoforms got out and two beautiful men stood in front of me, both leaning against their alts, arms crossed. They are definitely twins.

"Can I help you?" I ask, hoping to avoid the actual problem.

"Yes, you can. You can give us an answer." Sideswipe is the one to speak, he takes a step away from his alt and walks closer to me.

His brother does the same and they stand side by side in front of me, towering over me. I lean back to look up at them, both sets of eyes staring down at me, with a piercing gaze. I need to say no, but they are making it so hard.

"I can't." I say quickly and try to maneuver around them.

Sunstreaker grabs my arm before I can get to far.

"Hey!" I exclaim, trying to pull free.

"You can't what? Go out with us or answer us? Are we not good enough for you?" Sunstreaker immediately started spitting questions at me, tightening his grip on me.

"It's not that. Let me go." I keep trying to pull free, not looking at them, keeping my eyes on the white knuckled grip on my forearm.

"Then what is it? Why can't you tell us?"

"Sunny! Let her go, your scaring her. This is not the way to treat a femme." Sideswipe intervened, moving in-between us, grabbing Sunstreaker's arm, making him release me.

I rub my hand over the area Sunstreaker had a firm grip on and I back away.

"She needs to give us an answer." Sunstreaker shouted.

"And if you keep scaring her, she never will." Then he turned to me.

"Look if you're not ready to give us an answer, that's okay. We will wait for you." Sideswipe puts a hand on my shoulder, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

"Thank you, I'm just not sure what to say yet." I glance up at them quick, then back down at my feet.

"I'm going to go now."

With that I turn and leave them in the hanger.