All aboard! Hahaha

Crazy, but that's how it goes

Millions of people living as foes

Maybe. it's not too late

To learn how to love, and forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing

Life's a bitter shame

I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne

(There's an idea and a couple of characters in here from the Prime verse. Just a heads up. Oh, and in case I forgot to mention it earlier. Wheeljack in this is Prime verse Wheeljack. Because I, personally, did not like Que much... Oh, and I used Animated Blitzwing because I'm obsessed over that mech. XD {C.M.})

Metallicar couldn't help the smirk that crossed her lipplates at the sight of Dean, curled up under a huge thermal blanket on the Autobot couch. Which meant he was laying on a giant end pillow, sinking into the fabric. She captured a still and made sure to save it. Though she was still upset with him she did still love him. Nothing could ever change that.

She was aware of another human walking into the room by the sound of light footsteps. She turned slightly, seeing Juliet walking up to her. "Morning Metallicar. Didn't expect to see you up this early."

"It's six a.m. Usual wake-up time for people on base." The red-head stopped by her pede.

"Yeah. For soldiers." Blue optics focused on her and Metallicar shrugged.

"Guess I'm still used to being one." She turned and sat in a large chair. "We hardly got any recharge on Cybertron. Megatron was to busy destroying it."

"I thought Stargaze called you a neutral." She nodded.

"She did. I wasn't an Autobot until shortly before leaving Cybertron. My signal was still that of a neutral when I sent the distress signal." She looked over to see Hijack in the doorway. "Since then I haven't done much more than fail."

"You didn't fail anybody, Metallicar." Juliet climbed up and sat on the arm of the chair. She looked up at Metallicar as she focused her gaze out the window.

"Yes I did." Once more she turned to the youngest Winchester and leaned back. "I was supposed to guide the All Spark to a safe planet."

"What happened?" Metallicar's hand tightened into a ball as she growled.

"Blitzwing happened."

-

Cybertron

Five Vorns Before Earth

-

"Ironspark!" The femme turned, her armor dented and gouged. She walked up to Optimus.

"Yes, sir?" He looked to her and then gestured to the fight around them.

"You need to seek shelter youngling."

"No. I'm not a youngling! I can fight!" She ignored the pain ripping through her frame in favor of lifting her favorite pistol. He frowned but an explosion cut off anything else he wished to say. Ironspark turned, aiming out the window to see a very frazzled Wheeljack with what had once been an invention in his servos. She bit back a laugh, firing past him as a Decepticon took aim. "Jackie!" She threw herself out the shattered window, falling the few floors and grabbing her gun's twin from her side.

Wheeljack ducked as she slammed the guns together, charging up a large bolt between them. Once she was satisfied with the charge she released it, the bolt hitting a drone in the chest. "Spark! Behind you!" She turned, aiming one weapon as her eyes locked with Megatron's own.

"Megatron." She growled. He let out a dark laugh, pulling his flail from his subspace.

"Ironspark. Such a young and worthless femme." Wheeljack stepped up behind her as she put her weapons together, charging a blast.

Megatron charged as she fired, narrowly missing his spark. He growled, a servo to the wound as he swung. The flail slammed into her wrist, shattering the right while simultaniously crushing the weapons against the left. She was thrown back, slamming into Ironhide's chassis as he ran up behind her.

"Ironspark!" She winced, clutching her servo and forcing herself to stand.

"I'm fine opi. Where's danni and Crossers?"

"Already on a shuttle out of here." She nodded and looked up to see Megatron glaring at her.

"You will regret this youngling." With that he and his men were forced to retreat. Ironspark felt herself falling, crashing against an all to familiar dark green frame.

"Woah. Looks like she's not feeling to well." Ironhide looked to the mech and then back to the retreating Decepticons.

"Bulkhead. Take her to Ratchet." She felt him lift her up, energon staining her chassis and his. She winced, seeing now just how much she had lost. Panic overtook her and she shoved away, looking around.

"What's wrong Spark?"

"My blasters. Where are they?" She spotted them, rushing for the pearled black weapons. Once she reached them she reeled back, horrified at their state. She reached down with her good servo and picked them up, the twisted masses of metal now unrecognizable. The hit the ground without her consent, her own frame falling not long after.

-

Ratchet grumbled about younglings and their foolishness as he patched up Ironspark's servo. She was staring vacantly at nothing, her other servo instinctively resting on an empty holster.

"You were a fool not to listen to Prime youngling." He finished repairing the new servo, Ironspark flexing the appendage before standing, not saying anything to Ratchet. Optimus walked in and she brushed past him, ignoring him entirely. "Primus, what happened to make her so cold?"

"The weapons Alpha Trion gave her have been destroyed." Ratchet fell silent.

"Weren't those..."

"Iaconian relics? Yes. They were."

"Frag." Ratchet sighed, shaking his helm. "No wonder the femme's gone so cold. She's used nothing but those since even before she joined the Autobots."

"I think I know something that could cheer her up." Both turned, seeing Wheeljack in the doorway. "I've got this prototype. Real nasty. It's a shotgun." Ratchet and Optimus exchanged wary glances.

"Wheeljack. I just finished fixi-"

"Don't worry! It won't blow up. I've tested it myself. Only problem is I... Well I have no idea how I built it. I could never replicate it. It's one of a kind." He chuckled and grinned innocently, fresh wounds forming over his lips. "I was overcharged and can't even figure out where I welded it together."

"Again Wheeljack?" Ratchet sighed. "Then again. I cannot complain." He placed his servo on a small weapon at his side. One of Wheeljack's other drunken creations.

"See!" Wheeljack suddenly pulled the weapon from his subspace. "I can guarantee this will cheer Ironspark right up!"

"Very well then Wheeljack. You may give it to her. And when you do, tell her to report to me."

-

Tyger Pax. The land bearing the same name as her cousin. And that the Prime did before becoming Prime. It was once beautiful place, calm and relaxed. Now it was the graveyard for dozens of Decepticons and Autobots, allegiances hopefully forgotten as they entered into the Well of Allsparks. It was here that her little cousin, Bumblebee, lost his voice box only hours before. It was also where the All Spark was hidden.

"Ironspark?" She turned and straightened, holding herself high.

"Sir!" He looked to her, seeing the shotgun in hand. He smiled slightly before walking to the femme.

"At ease. I have a very important mission for you. If you will accept it." She brightened and nodded fiercely. "I need you to take the All Spark somewhere off world. Somewhere safe." She bowed her head.

"Yes, sir."

-

Earth

Present Day

-

"Blitzwing attacked me mid way and I lost the All Spark." She shook her head as she flexed her right servo. Juliet took careful not that there were a few differences between it and her left. "We were really good friends once."

"Hey, maybe you can find him and convince him to join the Autobots."

"They won't be so easily swayed." Juliet looked confused at her choice of words. "Blitzwing is split into three minds. They don't always get along." She simply nodded as Metallicar stood.

"Well I'm gonna stay here and talk to Dean when he gets up."

"Alright. But be careful. The Terror Twins are already on a pranking spree."

"Got it." With that Metallicar left.

-

Metallicar was walking into the washracks, intending on scrubbing away the leftover dirt from Egypt. She grabbed a mesh cloth and walked to the end, turning on the water as she glanced around. Satisfied that no other bot was going to walk in she unclipped the armor holding her jacket on, setting it aside. With that she loosened the rest of her armor and stepped into the water.

An hour and a half later she had finally managed to scrub the last of the debris from her frame. She turned off the water and grabbed one of the large towels the humans had been kind enough to order for them. She began to rub away the excess water before reaching for her jacket.

As she touched it she got a good look at her arm.

"Sunstreaker! Sideswipe!"

-

"Juliet." She turned, hiding her wince when she saw Dean. He smelled strongly of vervain, which meant that he knew it'd keep her away. Still. She'd try to at least have a decent conversation with him. "Do you know where Metallicar went?"

"I don't know." She sighed, leaning against the cooler from her truck.

"So that's your food huh?" She nodded but didn't open the cooler, knowing that the sight would only make him trust her less.

"Yes. Please don't ask anymore Dean. You won't want to know. And no. No one died for it."

"I wasn't saying they did."

"Don't lie to me Dean, I can tell." She growled, feeling overly annoyed by his arrogance.

"Fine." He growled. She sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"Look. I get what I am makes you uneasy. And I'm sorry." He sighed.

"No. I'm sorry for being an ass. But that still doesn't mean I trust you. I just won't try to kill you unless you give me a reason to." She chuckled a bit.

"Fine. I'll tell her you apologized." He smiled.

"Thanks Jules."

"Twins!" They both turned, seeing a silver femme in the doorway. She was wrapped in a black metal jacket. It hit Dean then and he blinked in shock. "Dean. They stripped my paint."

"What?!" She transformed and he stared at the silver and black Impala. "Baby!" Her holoform appeared, her clothing bleached white. He rushed over and hugged her. As he did her attiturde did a complete three-sixty and she growled.

"I'm gonna kick their afts!" She grabbed him and walked to her alt-mode.

"Hey, by the way Meta. Dean apologized. No need to keep him on couch arrest." Juliet spoke, digging out a bag. Metallicar simply smiled and threw Dean in the car, climbing in as well before driving off to find the Terror Twins. Juliet chuckled and tore into the bag, dark veins appearing beneath her eyes as she took a drink. She promptly spit it out, coughing and choking.

"What the hell?!" She heard laughter and saw both Crowley and Sam doubled over behind the couch. "I'm going to kill you Crowley!" She leaped off the chair, taking off after the vanishing demon. He took Sam with him, saving him from the vampire's wrath.

Needless to say, there would be pit to pay when the four pranksters were later caught.