*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

I was surrounded by nothing but complete darkness. I hadn't a clue about where I was, but I figured that I was dead. All I remembered was being surrounded by a wall of blue and red flames before I finally collapsed. It didn't make sense though; if I were dead then my body would definitely not be aching the way it was. I always believed death to rid pain, but this pain was there and it was definitely noticeable. My muscles ached and my bones felt like sandpaper. I felt like the life had literally been drained out of me only to be shoved back in and buried with a shovel.

As I lay silent in the darkness, the sound of voices flooded into my ears. They all sounded kind of familiar, yet very pained and full of worry. I couldn't help but wonder why they were all so sad, and I was going to figure it out.

With as much strength as I could muster, I opened my eyes hoping to reveal the beauty of whatever the afterlife had for me, only I was met with a very big bedroom filled with a bunch of people that I knew.

Well...I definitely was not dead.

Almost immediately I became uncomfortable with the amount of people surrounding me. My dad, my grandparents, and even Mackenna, Caylee, and Haylee were all sitting around me. It was fantastic to see them, but after remembering just how easily I could hurt someone I became deathly afraid. They should not be in here.

"You have to leave, please leave," I said urgently. They all seemed surprised and upset at my abruptness; they probably thought I didn't want to see them, and I didn't, but they were for completely different purposes. I didn't want to hurt them.

"What's wrong, Bree?" my dad asked. He attempted to lay his hand down on my arm, but I jerked away, causing a very sharp and burning pain to erupt inside my body.

"I don't want to hurt you. You don't know what they did to me. I'm a monster, daddy," I told him. I had begun to cry by now. It's amazing how I've only been awake for thirty seconds, yet I was already bawling my eyes out. I must look pathetic.

"I know what they did to you," a new voice sounded. I turned to look at the bedroom door to see Ratchet's holoform walking in. "They injected you with a very complex serum, one that I have never seen. It heightened your abilities nearly one hundred times making you nearly unstoppable and very dangerous. The only limitation was that you could only use a certain amount of power before it consumed you."

"That explains why I feel like I've had the life sucked out of me," I grumbled.

"You did quite the number on yourself, Brenna. As of right now your ability remains dormant. It will probably take a couple months for it to come back, maybe even years. I can't be too sure. I've never met a creature quite like you before," Ratchet chuckled.

That was actually good news to me. For months I wanted nothing more than to be rid of this ability, and now I was. I didn't know how long I had until it returned, or if it would return, but I didn't care. I was going to bask in the glory of this. This is truly among the top three amazing things that's happened to me within the last four months.

"Oh thank goodness," I breathed as I fell back onto my pillow.

"Wait," I heard Caylee say. "Are we missing something here? What freakin' ability are you talking about? What serum? I was just told she was in a bad accident! What the hell is this shit?"

I shook my head and sat up. Of course my dad would bring my three best friends to the military base to see me without even bothering to tell them the truth about what happened to me. I mean, they already knew about Optimus. It wouldn't hurt to tell them that I was captured by the Decepticons and then almost killed myself because of some witchy ability I was given.

"Well, you see, this ability...it's very complicated to explain. You watch Vampire Diaries, right?" I asked.

"Duh. You should know this, you nutbar," Mackenna replied. Oh, how I've missed her witty charm.

"Okay, so this ability is very similar to Bonnie's powers, only I don't have to say some weird Latin word to activate it," I explained. Now that I think about it that was really the only thing I could come up with to describe whatever it was that I could do.

Caylee laughed loudly, almost as if I were telling her a joke. "You're kidding right? That kind of stuff just doesn't exist!"

I have her a look. "When Mackenna all showed us that picture of Optimus and the rest of the Autobots you were so quick to deny their existence, yet here you are inside a base full of them. I'm not kidding."

"Okay, so if you're not kidding then show me. Show me the real you, Brenna Bennett," she smirked. I loved this girl to death, but I was just so ready to smack her in the face.

"Did you not just hear what Ratchet said, you idiot?" Haylee defended.

"No, what?"

"I don't have my ability anymore!" I exclaimed. Now I kind of wished I would've stayed trapped in the darkness. This girl was way too much.

"But I do!" my Nana chimed.

Oh gosh...

"Nana?" Caylee asked as she glanced at my Nana and back to me. "Your Nana is Nana Bennett? What the fuck?"

My grandma just shook her head before raising her hand towards Caylee. The next thing we all knew was that the jewel on Caylee's necklace was now floating above her chest. This amazed her more than anything else.

"No freaking way!" she squealed.

"Oh how I've missed these wonderful girls," my dad grumbled. I just laughed at him.

For the next five minutes we just sat and talked. After that my grandparents decided to leave, and, of course, take my best friend's with them. Caylee didn't mind it at all. I had the feeling that she was going to spend the rest of the night hassling my Nana about her ability. I felt sorry for her, to be honest.

Soon enough, everyone except for Ratchet and my dad were out of the room. I didn't mind their company at all, but there was one person that I wanted to see who wasn't here.

"Where's Optimus?" I asked.

"He's currently out on a mission with Ironhide. He was worried about you, so he decided that he needed to do something to take his mind off of it," my dad informed me.

I frowned. He did not need to be worried about me at all. I was fine, but I would be much better if he was here with me.

"Do not worry, young one," Ratchet started. "He'll return soon."

I truly hoped so. It really sucked when the person you wanted to be around the most wasn't even there.