*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.*

It had been over a week since Ron and I had made up. I had forgiven him rather easily, but I seemed to do that with everyone no matter what the situation was. Trent DeMarco was a perfect example of this, but on the bright side Ron and I were doing incredibly well. He was my best friend and I was more than thankful to have him in my life.

My parents still didn't know about mine or Ron's very uncanny relationship. I was almost positive that if they were to find out, it wouldn't end well. This wasn't exactly a normal relationship for a teenage girl to be in. My dad would definitely blow a gasket and my mom would freak out over the fact that I was basically dating an alien robot from the planet Cybertron. This kind of relationship would definitely not be accepted by society, but I didn't care. I was happy with my life at the moment, but until further notice I would withhold this truth from my parents.

I walked over to my dresser to pick out a set of workout clothes. It was 9 AM on Sunday morning and I was about to go on my first run since the accidents had happened and I was ecstatic.

Ratchet had dropped by every single day after school for a therapy session as well as he did yesterday. He had worked my leg to death but it helped me quite a lot. It almost felt as if though my left leg was becoming much stronger than my right one but it was okay; it meant I was making progress. After our session he had told me that because of how great I had been doing and how strong my knee already was, I was now free to resume my normal activities: running, training, fighting, and shooting though I had been shooting only a week ago. When he told me this, I was beyond happy. May sound strange, but I missed working out and feeling healthy. Not many teenage girls could say that, but I was not like most teenage girls, obviously.

I very hastily threw on a pink long sleeve Nike dri-fit shirt as well as a pair of black spandex. After putting on my black Nike Free Runs, I threw my blonde hair into a messy bun before heading out of my room and walking down the stairs.

My mom was sitting on the couch holding a sleeping Annabelle in her arms. There was no sign of my dad or Ron anywhere. I sat down in the recliner and she looked at me, studying my outfit.

"Going for a morning run?"

I nodded. "Dad and Ron at the base?" I asked.

"Yeah. They shouldn't be much longer though. They only went up there to help take care of a certain twin incident," she answered. I laughed.

I absolutely adored Mudflap and Skids. They without a doubt had to be my two favorite Autobots, aside from Ironhide of course, but he was a given. They were just so fun to be around. They had been by twice in the last week, much to my dad and Ron's disapproval.Ron had attempted to keep me away from the disastrous duo, but had failed in the matter. Their Autobot forms were just as fun to be around as their holoforms, but I still preferred their holoforms. It was much more natural to me. In a very obscure way, they were almost like brothers to me. I felt it was weird at first to refer to two Autobots in a brotherly manner, but then again I was in love with one.

"What'd they do this time?" I inquired.

She chuckled. "I'm not very positive. I just know that it was extreme enough for Optimus to call your father and Ron in for assistance," she explained.

I snickered and shook my head. I was really surprised one of the bots hadn't murdered them yet. I stood up and headed for the door.

"I'll see you in a little bit, mom."

She smiled at me. "Okay. Be careful."

I just smiled and nodded before running out into the cool morning air. I put in my headphones and unlocked my iPod. I scrolled through my music library until I came to the song "21 Guns" by Green Day. I smiled and clicked on it, the melodic sound of the music flooding through my ear. Soon I took off down the street, now happy that everything was moderately back to normal.

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After an hour and forty five minutes, I arrived home. I ran my normal trail-the Tacoma Trail-twice as well as running a much shorter trail before coming back home. The run was a lot longer than my newly healed body was used to but I loved every minute of it. I had forgotten how much I missed the exhilaration.

I huffed tiredly as I pulled onto my street. I slowed to a steady walk and pushed the loose strands of my hair out of my face. My body was covered in sweat; my arms, my legs, my face, my everything. There was soreness in my left leg, but I knew it was from the fact I had been working it so much for the past week and running over thirteen miles had done an impeccable job in intensifying it.

I smiled when I finally limped into my driveway and noticed the GMC Topkick sitting in its normal spot. I patted Ironhide's side before limping into the house. After I shut the door all eyes turned to me. I smiled at the three figures in front of me.

My mom and dad were seated on the couch while Ron was sitting on the recliner I had been sitting in before I departed for my run. I limped over to the couch and sat down beside my mom.

"Hey guys. What's up?" I leaned my head against my mom's shoulder.

"Nothing. Why are you limping?" my dad asked.

I looked over at him. "I'm not," I lied.

Ron grunted. "That's funny because you hobbled all the way from the street to the door. What's wrong?" Ron insisted.

Sometimes it slipped my mind that he was present in both forms at once. I pursed my lips. "I'm just sore."

"How many miles did you run today?" my mom asked. One thing Ratchet told me that I had forgotten was not to run a long distance. .oops.

"Thirteen or so," I answered her.

"Did you not hear what Ratchet told you?" Ron pressed.

I chuckled. "I heard him. I only just forgot his key point until now."

"Insolent child," he grumbled.

I shot him a look. "How many times do I have to tell you that I am not a child?"

He chuckled and I couldn't help but smile. "No matter how many times you tell me, it's not going to change anything."

I shook my head and moved to sit on the coffee table.

"Don't you think you're over doing it just a bit?" my dad chided.

I shrugged. "Maybe so, but I've missed being able to do what I use to be able to do."

"That's understandable but we don't need another knee injury. I've only just now rid the sound of those retched crutches out of my mind," my mom exclaimed.

"You're being a little melodramatic. But, okay."

I turned towards my dad and Ron, a smirk on my face. "Care to elaborate on the issue involving my two favorite Autobots?" I asked.

Ron raised a brow. "I beg your pardon?"

He was quite cute when he was trying to be offended. My dad even laughed at his reaction.

"Mudflap and Skids?" He grunted and rolled his eyes.

"The story I was told was that the two of them wondered off and managed to find their way into the boiler room. I had no clue what the hell they were doing down there but they managed to detach one of the bolier's safety valves and then everything went down from there. Luckily, no one was hurt," my dad explained

My eyes widened. The twins may have been two of my favorites, but the actions they ensued did require a lot of discipline.

"Are they being punished?" I inquired.

"More or less. They've already received quite a good beating for their actions," Ron said.

The expression on his face made it clear to me that he was the one who had provided the beating. Of course.

"You're always so violent," I said.

He shrugged and smiled at me. "Sometimes it's necessary."

I just chuckled and turned to my dad. "How are you feeling?"

He gave me an odd look. "Huh?"

"Remember what you said yesterday? How is are you in that particular subject? Anymore strange epiphanies?" I baited.

"Nope. The one still lurks deep inside my mind. It'll be fine though. You were probably right," he laughed.

I always was.

I stood up from the coffee table and stretched, popping my back and arms as I did so, the sound causing the three to grimace. I was beginning to feel rather icky with all of this sweat drying onto my skin.

"Are you sure you didn't just dislocate or fracture a bone?" Ron teased.

"I assure you that's not the case," I smirked.

I took a step to walk but my leg had become abnormally stiff and that prevented me from walking, so I fell to the floor with a squeal. I groaned and sat up quickly. In front of me stood my dad and Ron. My mom sat forward on the couch, her eyebrows etched in worry. Ron held a hand out to me and I gladly took it. He pulled me up and steadied me on my feet. I bent my knee back and forth hoping to get rid of some of the stiffness and to my surprise it was working. I was starting to get uncomfortable underneath the three pairs of eyes that were staring at me though, so I took a small step backwards.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ron asked.

I nodded. "I'm going to go take a shower now. I'll be back down in a little bit," I told them.

Moments later I headed up the stairs.

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