Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own Transformers. I only own my OC, and any plot twists/bunnies that there might be~Hannah

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I hope my eyes are deceiving me, but when the lights of the cop car slowly inch forward, all of my questions are answered. I slowly back up, but Sam stays where he is.

"Sam move!" I hiss. He doesn't move, just sits there frozen. I stare as the weird lights seem to exam Sam's face.

"What do you want from me!?" Sam screams. Dear lord help this boy.

That fear filled question seemed to catch the car's attention, because within a matter of seconds the lights go back into the car, but the sounds that are coming from it is what scares me the most. We stare as we hear rumbling, clicks, and turns as the police car..transforms.

"Holy mother of gravy." I whisper in shock. As it finishes its transformation it lets lose a loud guttural growl.

"Oh God no! No!" Sam screams as its demon red eyes land on us. I on the other hand just stare at it. For some odd reason images of the past float in front of my eyes, but I shake it off as Sam grabs my arm, dragging me with him as we run.

Okay so let me get this strait people. First I get bitten by a freaking dog! And now...I'm running away from an evil robot who I've sworn I've seen before. How much more can my life get messed up?

I yelp as something metal claws at my legs, flinging Sam and I onto a broken down car.

I hope this car has good insurance....

The giant police bot slams its fists onto the car we're on, making us tilt forward.

"It's just a bad dream." I mumble, pinching myself. Yeah...just a bad, bad, bad, dream.

"Are you username LadiesMan217!?" The robot growls in our faces, banging on the car as he speaks.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Sam yells back.

"Yeah, that's him." I answer. Sam glares at me, but his eyes are filled with fear.

What? If we're going to die we might as well tell the robot the truth.

My voice catches the robot's attention.

"Is your designation Tanya Fey Wess?" The robot asks, his gleaming red eyes locked on mine.

HOW DOES HE KNOW MY NAME!?

"No." I hiss. No one, not even evil robots, are allowed to know my name.

"Are you designation Tanya Fey Wess!?" He growls again.

Man this guy has anger issues. Wait...why did he suddenly go from questioning Sam, to questioning me?

"No you stupid rust bucket." I sass.

Okay maybe not my brightest idea.

Mr.Anger Issues growls and swipes at us with his claw-like-hands, barely missing as I drag Sam away. We start running for our lives, Sam screaming like the little baby he is. I, on the other hand, have way too many thoughts swimming through my mind.

How did he know my name?

Why am I so important?

Does he know about my past?

Oh...my..god! He does...

"Get back!" Sam suddenly screams. I look around in confusion, but then my eyes widen when I see Mikaela riding towards us on her moped.

"Get back Mikaela!" I scream, grabbing her arm. I mentally laugh as she falls off her bike.

"Tai? What is your problem?" Mikaela hisses, getting on her knees.

"Okay so long story short we're being chased by a giant evil robot," I say pointing at the oncoming robot. "And Sam is being a spazz." I add quietly. She looks at me like I just grew a second head.

"Come one, come on! We've got to run!" Sam yells, dragging Mikaela to her feet. I groan loudly. I don't think my leg can take anymore physical abuse today. Luckily the Lord is watching out for me once again.

I smile when I see our cars, my truck and Sam's Camaro, driving towards us.

"Sam, take Mikaela with you!" I shout. He nods briefly before the two of them jump into his car. I sprint as fast as I can towards my truck, thankful that the evil robot isn't following me. Though that same fear returns when I realize that the robot is chasing Sam.

"Are you injured?" A gruff voice asks as I hop in.

"Mentally or physically?" I remark sarcastically.

"You know what I mean femme." The voice mumbles.

"Physically: yes, my leg still hurts from the other night. Mentally: Very." I mumble, leaning into the seat. This time the voice doesn't answer, so I take that as my cue to be quiet. Taking this chance as my only one to sleep, I rest my head against the window.

As sleep engulfs me, one last thought remains.

Why am I not questioning my truck?

~~~~In Her Mind~~~~

I remember the first time Sparky ever spoke to me, and I remember it well. Lets just say...she wasn't very civil.

'H-hello?' I whimper inside my mind.

I was 10 when I first spoke inside my mind.

'What do you want human femme?' A strong, yet weary, female voice snaps. I flinch at her tone.

'Wh..who are you?' I ask gently.

'That is for me to know, and for you to never know.' The voice replies sharply.

'I...I'm sorry...I shouldn't..have asked ma'am.'

I was used to being snapped at, so on instinct I apologize.

'Why do you call me ma'am, femme?' The voice asks, although this time with a hint of confusion.

'You..are above me...so I..must be polite.' I whisper in my mind.

'And how do you know I am above you?' She asks.

My answer would change my life.

'Because everyone..is...I...am..not..anything' I reply sadly. Every word the truth.

'Why do you believe such things?' She asks, this time confusion clear in her voice.

I was slowly changing her mind about me.

'Because..that is what..mother..and father...say.' I reply.

'And you believe every word they tell you?' I am asked.

'Yes...otherwise I...get hurt.' I whimper.

'Why would they hurt you young one?'

Using the phrase 'young one' was a clear sign she was becoming more civil.

'Because I am..not....' I can't finish, the memories to painful.

'You are not what?' She urges. I choke back a sob.

'Because I am not..loved.' I answer, tears flowing down my cheeks.

I was surprised when she didn't answer. I had completely shocked her with my answer.

'Calm down young one, everything is alright.' She whispers kindly.

'No...one loves me...nothing..is..okay.' I sob.

As I say these words a blanket of what felt like warmth engulfed my body, in what you could call a hug.

'Do not fret young one, I am here. You have me now.' She whispers kindly.

'R-really?' I gasp.

'Indeed little one, I will always be here.' She replies.

'What...what do I call you?' I ask, enjoying the strange warmth surrounding my body.

'You my Sweetspark may call me...Sparky'

~~~~Sexy Line Break~~~~

Hey guys! So sorry for the late update on this one. I've been busy with crap and whatnot, but now I should hopefully be back to my original updating schedule.

Anywho...I want to thank you guys for almost 500 reads! This book as been going way better than I thought it would. And for that I want to thank you guys

And Happy New Years! Can you believe it? 2014 is already over!

This year has been one of my best, thanks to all of you. So keep being the amazing people you are.

'Is Sparky mind speaking'

'Is Tanya mind speaking'

(The photo is made by me, and only me)

~Till all are one, stay fluffy~Hannah

And I am also dedicating this chapter to @jubilantgirl She is another amazing transfan, and another one of my favorite authors on here :)