A/N: Broadwing looks similar to Predaking, as the picture, except he different shades of blue instead of orange and yellow. He also has two tails and claws at the joints of his wings, and has six legs instead of four.

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In her mind, Rachel was currently conversing with Broadwing and Jazz. It had been two weeks since the incident, and they had begun training in her mind so she could master the 'mind meld' in battle if needed. When fighting, she could call upon Broadwing at a time of need, and their minds would essentially become one. Having been at it nightly for two weeks, they agreed on a break as the strain was starting to effect her outward attitude and personality.

"I believe it wise to tell the others what we are doing. Optimus at least. That way, if something were to go wrong, they would be ready to help." Broadwing suggests, for the fifth time those two weeks. Rachel still shakes her head, but before she can say her usual spiel, Jazz interjects. "Lil' lady, it will do no one any good if you go down in mental strain in the middle of a battle and no one knows what's happening."

Rachel still begins to protest, but she stops mid word. She sighs in defeat. "You're both right, I'm just worried they will take it the wrong way. They may not understand or-" Jazz suddenly breaks out in laughter, and even Broadwing releases a chuckle. Rachel glares at them and the mech calms down. "Wooooh! Lil' lady, you know better than that! I just-I can't believe you actually said that." He turns to the girl and sighs. "Ratchet is one hell of a doctor, he'd understand the most, and if Bossbot is as smart as I remember, he'll catch on easily."

Rachel releases a defeated sigh. "I-I.... Gah, I know. I'm just... I-I'm scared..." She grabs her arms and squeezes them as she hugs herself. Her eyes shut, and Broadwing gazes at the girl in worry. Such a small life form that was filled with unnatural strength was scared at a simple change in...

Well, everything.

He nods his head in understanding. Jazz turns his optics to the predacon, then to the young femme. "Hey, kiddo, 'salright. I get the feelin' you aren't the only one." Rachel turns to look at Jazz, who gives her a soft smile. "Ya think wakin' up in someone elses body, after being completely ripped apart, makes me feel safe?" Rachel's eyes widen, and Jazz quickly adds, feeling her sudden guilt. "I-I-I mean, I'm more than h-happy I ended up here! Imagine me, stuck with this dude," He gestures to Broadwing. "In some..... Some 300 pound dude named Chuck who lives in his mom's basement in suburban Detroit!"

Rachel bursts into laughter, and the tension in the room suddenly dissipates. Broadwing releases a sigh of relief. His gaze turns upward, and he softly speaks. "It seems your body is awaking from recharge. Until next we meet, young Rachel." Rachel takes a deep breath, then sighs. "Yeah... Alright. Y'all don't have too much fun without me now." Jazz chuckles. "It's kinda hard to do that. You're all around us!"

Before she can reply, Rachel wakes up. Stretching her limbs, she releases a mighty yawn and rolls over...

Right of her bed.

With an oomph, the young girl pushes herself up and sits against the legs of her bed. Her eyes open slowly and fall on the large, recharging cybertronian before her. She gives a soft smirk at the Prime, who had decided that she could stay in his berthroom since they had a shortage of rooms for the humans as well. Ratchet was currently fixing that problem, but he and the Prime both agreed that his berthroom would be safer since Optimus is more cautious than the others.

Releasing another yawn, she slowly stands, wraps herself in her blanket, and makes her way towards the berthroom's door. She knew the 'human bathroom' was just down the other hall, along with the closet holding some left over army clothing. She never felt so relieved at women being in the military in her life until she saw many clothes that were her size hanging up. Shuffling across the main hangar, she shivers and tries to wrap the blanket around herself more. However, a deep voice soothes her, and her body slowly warms up.

'Thanks, Broadwing.'

'Of course. Humans get sick when they are too cold, correct?'

Rachel chuckles, alerting the medic currently standing at a set of computers. Said medic turns and eyes the girl. "What are you doing up at this hour?" He asks, a slight edge of worry in his voice. Rachel gazes at him an smiles. "And what exactly is this hour?"

"4 in the morning, Rachel Darby."

The girl stops dead in her tracks, then smiles again. Another yawn racks her body, and she makes her way to the stairs up to the 'common area' platform that allows her to look at Ratchet without breaking her neck. "Well, I usually got up this early at base anyways..... Okay, maybe a little later." She yawns again and leans on the rails, gazing up at the doc. "However, once I'm awake, I can't fall back asleep."

Ratchet seems to take that answer with a nod before turning back to his work. Rachel follows his gaze and narrows her eyes. After getting more attuned with the cybertronians currently residing in her mind, she was starting to understand their language much more easily, and what was currently in front of Ratchet had her mind boggled.

"Why are you trying to hack into the government database, Ratchet?"

Rachel can barely contain herself at the medic's sudden lack of movement paired with wide optics. Apparently, Jazz couldn't contain himself, and his laughter was starting to give her a headache. The medic turns his gaze to Rachel, then back to the screens. "I-I am doing no such thing! I was s-simply trying to... to.... uh..." He rubs the back of his helm, and Rachel only giggles. "If you are trying to bypass their firewalls, you need to think more human." She turns and walks towards a set of old computers that were wired to the mech's large screens. She sits down and powers them on. "Your algorithms, though very impressive, are alien. The system detects this and instantly blocks out any attempt."

Ratchet slowly nods while rubbing his chin. "Of course. Why didn't I realize that?" 'Cuz you never think simple, old man!' Rachel begs Jazz to shut up, and the Predacon hears this and helps her out by clamping a large claw over his mouth. Rachel hums her thanks and quickly gets to work. "In order to get in, we will still need your original algorithm, as it keeps them from tracing it back here, but we will use it as a diversion to-"

"To trick the system into focusing on that attack while we bypass the firewalls and access the-"

"The main storage files so we can find.... whatever it is you are looking for."

Ratchet turns to the girl, who finishes typing a few more things before twisting in her chair. "Try it now, doc." Ratchet stiffens at the name, but obliges and attempts to attack the firewalls of the Pentagon once more. As he successfully makes it in, Rachel stands and walks back to her position. "So, care to tell me what you are looking for?"

Ratchet stays quiet for a while before huffing and beginning to speak. "I believe your government has been holding information from us, and I plan on uncovering everything they know about our race. Including why I am detecting a cybertronian energy signal from Chernobyl." Rachel glares at the screen, and something echoes in her mind. She listens and turns her gaze towards a file that Ratchet seemed to skim over.

"Hey! What's that?"

Ratchet turns his attention to it and opens it up. Multiple pictures of space appear, the most prominent one being the spacewalk from way back in the day. She glares at it, and Ratchet sees this. "What is it, Rachel?" The girl huffs, then leans forward. "That's the spacewalk from 1969. Our first trip to the moon...." She slowly walks against the railing towards the screens. "Everyone was debating the real reason for our sudden haste to get there first after the Russians successfully launched the first probe..."

Her gaze skims over the files, but they all suddenly disappear and she gasp. Ratchet quickly tries to fix the issue. Rachel swiftly flies back into her chair and her fingers slam against the keyboard. "No... no, no, no, no, DANG IT!" Her fists slam on the keyboard, essentially turning it into useless pieces. Ratchet growls as his screen goes blank and returns to a picture of the globe. He shakes his helm and turns towards Rachel. She growls, and shakes slightly before calming down. Ratchet slowly takes a step towards her and scans her. She slightly sighs, and leans back, rubbing her forehead. "The agents caught on to our ruse. However, your bug successfully stopped them from tracking it back to us." She turns to the medic with a frown on her face and sighs.

"I'm fine, Ratchet. Just... Tired."

She quickly regrets her choice of words.

Ratchet gazes at her and his optics narrow. "What have you been doing in the evenings instead of resting?" Rachel's eyes widen and makes the medics suspicions true. She turns to him and stutters. Finally, she sighs and slumps in her chair. Ratchet leans forward slightly and watches her carefully. "As crazy as this will sound, it's the truth. Jazz, Broadwing and I have found out-"

"Who's Broadwing?"

Rachel's eyes widen even more. She coughs slightly, and holds her chest. 'I apologize. I sneezed. Are you speaking about me?' Rachel huffs and continues. "Broadwing is the name of the Predacon that is also inhabiting my subconscious right now." Ratchet nods his head, remembering something about her mentioning the Predacon after the battle with Megatron. "Anyways, we found out that, in case of emergency, we could-"

"Switch each other's consciousness to allow each the chance to fight?"

Rachel gawks at the medic before her, who only smirks. "We had something similar on Cybertron in the works. You weren't the first to hold the spark of another, you know." His smirk falters, and Rachel sighs. Slowly, she stands and walks over to him. Laying a hand on his servo, she offers a comforting smile. Ratchet, startled at first, sighs and smiles back at her. She removes her hand and walks towards the stairs. "I'm going to get cleaned up and dressed. Let Optimus know when he gets out." Ratchet nods and turns back to his screens. Just as Rachel makes it to the center of the stairs.

*BRR BRR BRR BRR BRR*

The girl stops dead in her tracks and turns as Ratchet frantically types on his keyboard again. "It's a cybertronian distress signal, emanating from orbit!" Rachel races back up the stairs, dropping the blanket in the process and quickly slides into her chair. She shoves the broken pieces of keyboard out of the way and grabs a new one from the desk next to her. Easily plugging it in, she doesn't hesitate to find the signal and zoom in on it from the satellite in space. She gasps as she is able to see the symbol it sports shine in the rising sunlight.

"It's Autobot, Ratchet!"

The medic nods his helm, and, as if on cue, Optimus races into the hangar, all the others except Arcee and Bumblebee following him. It was their night for patrol. However, this couldn't wait for them. Ratchet quickly determines its course of movement as Rachel attempts to gain communications with them. "It seems they will crash land in Egypt, close to the area where the Harvester was located." Optimus gazes at the schematics, and Rachel stands. The chair crashes against the metal walkway, gaining the attention of the others. "I've established communications, however, it is in an Autobot code that I don't understand yet!" Engines echo around as Arcee and Bumblebee race in. Each transform and gaze around in confusion. "What's going on?" Optimus says nothing, but he makes his way over to Rachel.

Optimus quickly moves over to her and lays a gentle digit on her back. "Can you bring it onto Ratchet's display?" The girl nods her head, and types a few more things. It suddenly appears on Ratchet's screen, and the Prime quickly deciphers it. "It would seem that they are trying to make sure we are, indeed, Autobots. Send a confirmation to them immideatly and request comm link establishment." Ratchet nods his helm and gets to work.

A moment later, a sound wave appears and Optimus quickly speaks. "This is Autobot Outpost Omega-1, to whom are we speaking to?"

"Optimus?"

The voice leaves everyone in shock, even Rachel gasps as Jazz's memories flood her mind, letting her know just exactly why he was freaking out as well. Arcee steps forward, laying a hand on the walkway to steady herself. "Cliff? Is that really you?" She says, eliciting an excited response.

"Arcee! I never thought I'd be more excited to hear your voice again, since I thought you'd be barking orders instead." Arcee smirks, and the Prime relaxes. "Cliffjumper, it is good to hear you have made it safely here. Your current course will land you near an old battlefield. Try to blend in until we can retrieve you." The voice quickly pipes up again, sound more respectable. "Yes sir! It's good to hear that you all made it out alive as well. Cliff, out."

On the outside, Rachel could barely keep herself standing. In her mind, Jazz was leaving her with a blazing headache. She growls and Broadwing does the same. Jazz barely quiets down. "You guys don't understand!"

"We just got one of the best back in the team, dudes!"

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Yo, mah dudes. This is out, not really long, but I needed to get this piece out so we can get to one of the movies.

Can you guess which one?

Anyways, Cliffjumper has joined the party! I also want to say I am starting another story, however it won't be out for a while.

It's from Rise of the Guardians....

Cuz Jack Frost is mah boi.

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