*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.*

Being sick sucks horribly. The warm shower I had taken earlier didn't do much to help me either. This was one of the worst "colds" I had ever had, and to top it all off, I had laryngitis. Falling asleep outside last night had done quite a number on me. A pain throbbed inside my head, my chest ached, and my throat burned like hell. I've been sneezing and coughing all day and I was completely miserable. If you looked at me, you would probably think I was dying or even dead. It was that bad and it felt even worse.

At the moment, I was laying on my bed watching old reruns of The Vampire Diaries. Gracie was still fast asleep on the couch across the room. I don't know why, considering it was almost noon. I sighed in boredom and got up to get dressed. I put on a pair of high waisted shorts, a white flowy shirt and a tribal print cardigan. I grabbed my combat boots out of the closet and put them on before grabbing my phone and slowly heading downstairs.

In the kitchen, my dad sat at the table reading his newspaper. I walked over to the medicine cabinet to see if I could find some aspirin for my aching head. The sound of the creaking door caught my dad's attention and he looked at me. I grabbed the bottle of aspirin from the top shelf of the cabinet and opened it up, taking out two of the small tablets.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked me as I shoved the pills into my mouth.

I swallowed them and shook my head. My dad chuckled.

"That's what you get for falling asleep outside."

I glared at him. I wanted to speak so badly and it made me angry that I couldn't. My dad noticed my frustration and got up. Seconds later, he came back with something in his hand.

"I got this for you," he laughed.

He handed me a whiteboard and a marker. I gave him a crooked smile and scribbled onto the board.

"Jerk." I wrote and showed my dad.

He laughed again before picking up his newspaper and heading out of the kitchen and into the family room.

With nothing else to do, I took out my phone and decided to scroll through my camera roll. I scrolled through multiple pictures, laughing when I got to the one of Jason, Lynleigh and I in our onesies and smiling when I came past one of me and Jason on Uncle Josh's yacht. I stopped when I got to a picture of me and Bee. Lynleigh had taken it about four months ago. It was my favorite picture of us. He was crouched down by me and I was leaning my head against the side of his face smiling as happily as I could. I smiled and set it as my wallpaper before sitting my phone down on the counter. I grabbed the white board and headed outside to the courtyard.

The four Autobots were in their usual places on the wall. I walked over to where Bee was sitting and sat against his leg. I could feel him and Crosshairs's chastising stares.

"Those shorts are far too revealing. Do you not own longer trousers?" he chided.

I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up," I jotted down.

I showed it to him and he scoffed.

"Why do you look so repulsive, young Rosalie?" Drift asked me.

I pouted and sneezed.

"I'm like, dying" I wrote and held it up.

I earned a worried whir from Bee and an understanding nod from the other three.

"It's okay. I'm not literally dying, Bee."

A relieved whir sounded from the yellow bot. I smiled and jotted down something else.

"I'm sorry for being mad at you." I looked up at him to see a sadness in his optics.

I frowned.

"Don't be upset. I was just being over dramatic. You just can't say stuff like that to me."

He nodded as if to say he was sorry. I smiled at him and leaned my head against his leg.

"Why are you using a slab of plastic to communicate? Are your vocal processors damaged?" Drift asked me.

"Precisely," I wrote down.

Suddenly, the screeching of tires caught my attention. I turned to see an all too familiar black Range Rover hurriedly pulling into the driveway. I recognized it as Joshua's work car. Uncle Josh quickly got out of the car and ran to the front door. I instantly got a bad vibe.

"Something's wrong," I croaked out, my throat crying out in protest. I looked at the bots with a knowing look. "I'll be right back."

I ran into the house and into the family room where Joshua and my dad were. They turned to me and I gave Joshua a look as if to say "What's wrong?". He sighed before answering.

"We have a major problem. A year ago, far before the battle in Hong Kong and before Optimus Prime and the Autobots destroyed my lab, I had a massive safe built into the lower eastern wing of the building. I used it to store Transformium and about one hundred more of my prototypes," he said.

I scrunched my eyebrows together. Why was this a problem?

"So, you mean to tell me that you had a secret safe down in the basement that held more of those man-made prototypes that tried to kill us back in Hong Kong?" my dad asked.

Well.

"Yes, but they weren't active. No one knew about it except for me and the people I had assigned to put in the safe. But, that's not the key issue right now. I had had a secret team of excavators go out and find me the Transformium that had been put in my safe-"

"Then why did you need the seed?" my dad interrupted.

"Well, that's a completely different story. I explained to people that I needed more Transformium to create more prototypes, when in reality it was only half true. That's when I partnered up with Attinger. He told me that if I could build a prototype to help defeat Optimus Prime long enough for his asset to come and capture him, he would get me the seed for my prototypes, only I had enough of them for myself.

"After the Battle of Chicago, the government had terminated all joint programs between the Autobots and the humans but, only one of them still remained. They had been previously working with the Autobots for four years up until the aftermath of Chicago. Months before, I had met up with the team's captain. I was to use the seed to build more prototypes for their team's benefit. I have no clue why considering they had their own, but it was all shut down when Optimus Prime took off into space with it. Now, let's get back to the real dilemma.

"Today, a loud explosion had caused the alarm in the basement to go off. I figured it may have been a technical error, so I went down there with a team of security guards to see what had happened, and the sight was horrendous. My guards lay dead on the floor, the safe door was blown open and my one hundred prototypes and all of the Transformium was gone. The only thing left behind was a gaping hole in the wall and massive footprints. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Galvatron is back, and this time, he's after revenge," he finished.

My eyes widened and my dad shook his head.

I had been right. The nightmares, the bad feelings. Everything. It was all a warning.

"Revenge for what?" my dad asked Uncle Josh.

"Revenge for what Optimus and the Autobots did in Hong King. They killed his entire army and kept him from getting what he wanted. I'm not particularly sure, but it's just a guess."

"So, what are we supposed to do?" my dad asked him.

"We have to stop him. If I'm correct, Galvatron has at least a hundred year's worth of Transformium, not to mention the one hundred prototypes I already had stashed in the safe. That's enough to create hundreds of his own. Enough to build an insanely massive army. No human on Earth will be safe."

"That's the same thing Optimus told us last year before we left for China," my dad responded.

I just shook my head. All of this information was too much for me to handle at the moment. Footsteps caught my attention, and I turned to see Gracie happily running down the stairs. The three of us stared at her and her smile quickly faltered.

"What's wrong? Wait, please don't tell me this is about some type of alien crap because I've seriously had enough with it," she said boredly.

I just nodded and she groaned before heading off into the kitchen.

"How are we supposed to defeat him and an entire army of alien robots?" my dad asked.

"We have the Autobots," Joshua pointed out.

I rolled my eyes. The four of them may be amazing and determined fighters, but they wouldn't be enough.

"You know good and well that they wouldn't be enough to defeat him. There's only four of them," my dad retorted.

Uncle Josh had a snide smile on his face.

"I've got my own backup plan. Tomorrow morning, we'll leave for Washington D.C.," Joshua said.

I gaped at him. He can't possibly be serious. My dad let out a frustrated groan.

"I don't see how that's going to help us."

"You'll see in time. We will defeat Galvatron. The world is in danger because of me and I plan to fix it no matter what it takes," he finished before walking back out the front door.

Well, that was just spectacular. He practically comes in and tells us that the world is in peril yet again and then expects us to go on a mini vacation to the country's capital. Okay. Nice. I pouted and walked back outside with my whiteboard.

"We're going to DC tomorrow guys," I wrote and held up to the four Autobots.

They all gave me questioning looks.

"Why?" Crosshairs asked.

I just shrugged.

"Galvatron is back and supposedly wants revenge and Joshua said he has some sort of backup plan which is inconveniently nine hours away," I sighed and sat down on the ground.

I held my head as it throbbed, the pain making me want to cry.

"Are you okay, Rose? You look a bit paler than normal," Hound said.

I was far from okay. This headache was about to consume me and I felt so lightheaded it wasn't even funny. I was ready to vomit and this news of Galvatron wasn't calming me down at all either.

I picked my head up and looked at the bots, all of whom were staring at me with a very anxious expression. I shook my head and quickly got up, rushing over to the bushes on the side of the house, not even bothering to pay attention to who was walking out the front door. I puked all over the rose bushes. Feeling just a bit better, I wiped my mouth and stood up. I scrunched my face up in disgust as I looked at the now ruined rose bushes.

"Ew. What did you eat?" I heard Gracie ask from behind me.

I turned around and looked at her. The Autobots had started closing in around us as well. I walked over to Bee and he held his hand out for me. I climbed on and he lifted me up to the crease in his helm. I climbed off of his hand and sat there, the cool air from above blowing around me. It felt absolutely amazing.

"So, we're going to DC tomorrow. Am I right?" I heard Gracie ask.

I nodded at her and leaned my head up against the side of Bee's face.

"But what is the need for all of this?" Drift asked.

"Galvatron and some type of backup plan Joshua has that will help defeat him. I have no clue. I didn't hear the whole thing," Gracie explained. I raised a brow at her. "We might as well get to packing then. Come on, Rose."

I groaned and held onto Bumblebee, not wanting to be functional.

Bee startled me by grabbing me from his shoulder and dangling me in the air. He may not have been as tall as the rest of them, but he was still pretty damn tall and right now I was scared to death. My eyes widened and I whined. I motioned for him to put me down, and he did, chuckling as I practically jumped from his hand. Gracie quickly grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house.

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After one hour and forty five minutes of Gracie instructing me on what to pack, we were finally finished. I didn't know why I needed this amount of clothes in the first place just to go to Washington DC. In all honesty, I hadn't any idea that we were even staying. I thought we were going to see this "backup plan" of Joshua's and then head out to try and defeat Galvatron.

I was currently laying on the couch in my room while Gracie was laying on my bed flipping through an old Seventeen magazine. The voices of Lucy Hale and Ian Harding filled the room. An episode from the last season of Pretty Little Liars was playing on my fifty two inch flat screen TV on the wall, one I had seen far too many times.

I sighed and walked over to my balcony door. I opened it and stepped out into the cool evening air. The Autobots were sitting outside in the courtyard, like always, just chatting up a storm. I was about to yell for Bumblebee when I forgot that I couldn't talk. I pouted and walked back into my room and over to my sock drawer. Gracie was too involved in her magazine to even pay attention to what I was about to do. I took out about ten pairs of socks and walked back out the balcony door.

I threw a pair of the socks at Bumblebee, who was facing away from me, and missed, although Hound saw the socks land and he looked up at me and snickered. I threw two more pair, one of which hit him on the back of the head, and the other which hit his foot. I heard a confused whir and then bright blue optics met my dark brown eyes. I smiled at him before motioning down to the whiteboard that lay on the ground. He looked at it and picked it up before standing up and making his way over to the balcony. He handed me the small piece of plastic and I turned around to grab my pen off of my dresser.

"You know, these pictures are so photoshopped. All these girls look like freaking Barbie dolls," Gracie exclaimed, throwing the magazine in the corner and getting off of my bed.

I looked to where the magazine lay on the floor and then back to my best friend.

"You're a piece of shit, Grace." I wrote down.

She rolled her eyes at me.

"At least I don't eat it, Rose," she shot back.

I sighed.

"Pick up the magazine, please."

"Shove it, douche face," she responded.

I groaned and picked up the magazine before walking back over to Bee.

"Can you shoot her please?"

He chuckled and shook his head. I groaned before walking over to Gracie who was sitting at my desk reading over another magazine. I ripped it out of her hands and placed it back down on the desk. She stared at me and I smiled.

"Can you go get me some food, please?" I jotted down.

I showed her and she rolled her eyes before getting up and heading out of my bedroom. I turned to Bumblebee who was just shaking his head at me.

"What?" I whispered, the action not as painful as earlier but it still hurt like hell.

He gave me a warning look as if to tell me not to talk but I just ignored him.

"Why'd you shake your head at me?" I croaked out.

He rolled his optics at me and I smirked.

Moments later Gracie barged into the room with a sandwich in her hand. She tossed it at me and proceeded back over to the desk. I scarfed down the ham and cheese sandwich and lay back on my bed. I took a drink of the Mountain Dew I had sitting on my night stand and burped loudly. Gracie looked at me with a disgusted expression while Bumblebee stared weirdly at me.

"Excuse you," Gracie said and I smiled at her. "You're disgusting," she mumbled.

I flicked her off and she rolled her eyes, turning back around in her seat. I picked up the dry erase board and scribbled on it.

"Being mute sucks," I showed Bumblebee.

He raised his brow plate at me.

"You think I don't know?" he asked through his radio.

Oh. I forgot about that.

"I'M SORRY!" I wrote down.

All he did was laugh at me.

"You know, how are we possibly going to defeat Galvatron? The four of them obviously couldn't take on an army of the magnitude." Gracie spoke up.

I looked at her and Bee gave her a confident whir.

"We'll do whatever we can-to make it like it was," he said.

I smiled, although inside I was frightened.

This was the question that rang through my head. How were we going to make it out of this? Surely, Uncle Josh's back up plan couldn't be of that much help and even if it was, we probably wouldn't be able to last three hours on the battlefield. I feared that none of us may come home after this. This is exactly what Optimus had warned us about. .and my nightmares. A threat of this enormity may be impossible to escape from, but I had to have hope. I wasn't going to let this tear my life apart or rip the people I cared about and loved away from me.