Fowler had to attend a very important Government meeting and he may or may not have messed his own car so he needed a favor from Team Prime. Right now, he was in the process of asking Optimus to 'barrow' a bot.

"I'm gonna need a source of transport." He said.

"What happened to your vehicle?" Ophelia asked.

"I may have 'scratched' it." Fowler nervously laughed.

"Well we need our wreckers here in case of Decepticon activity so I will have to leave the decision to Ophelia." Optimus said, turning to the femme prime.

"Elita, if you will." Ophelia said.

"Sure." Elita replied, transforming to her alt mode. Fowler's eyes went wide as his eyes fell upon a bright pink Maserati.

"I uh... That's very pink..." He said.

"Yes and?" Ophelia asked, not comprehending the issue.

"That's a problem." Fowler sighed.

"Is it?" Jack chuckled from the human area.

"I mean your name already sounds like flower sooo it's perfect!" Miko said before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"For once Miko's right about something." Raf said, never once taking his eyes off his laptop.

"Kids these days..." Fowler scoffed.

"Fine, fine, I'll take you to save your precious human ego." Ophelia said, transforming into her alt mode, a white and gold McLaren P1.

"Now this I like!" Fowler said enthusiastically and hopped in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, don't let it go to your head." Ophelia said sternly.

"Ophelia take it easy on him." Optimus said.

"Alright, alright, now Fowler where am I going?" She asked.

"Washington DC. A 36 hour drive." Fowler said.

"Dear primus... No time to waste then, better put that seat belt on." She suggested, Fowler quickly put his seat belt on and wasn't ready for when the prime slammed the gas, shooting out of the hangar, Fowler screeched like a child at the sudden speed.

"Well... Who knew primes could be so snippy?" Wheeljack said.

"I don't blame her... It's Fowler." Chromia said.

On the long drive-

"It's too quiet in here... Music?" Fowler suggested.

"Sure, just nothing so... 'Miko.'" Ophelia said.

"Absolutely not. No Slash Chimp? Monkey? Orangutan? Whatever that is." Fowler scoffed and started playing music, 80's music.

"I won't lie... This music isn't terrible." Ophelia admitted as Fowler played the infamous song Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds.

"It was and will always be my favorite." Fowler chuckled.

"It seems you aren't as annoying as I thought." Ophelia said, although, she was a little skeptical about his calm demeanor for now.

Three hours later-

"I stand corrected." Ophelia mumbled, Fowler had been nonstop yapping for three hours straight, as if he didn't need to breathe.

"And then I said 'You smell like Uncle Sam's left toe bro!' to that recruit." He said.

"Not even Optimus could deal with this." She sighed and continued to drive, she was tempted to turn around but knew he'd be more annoying than he already was. She had to suck it up and deal with it.

"How about some music Fowler?" She suggested.

"Oh you like music now huh?" He asked slyly.

"No, you talk too much." She said, she the brutally honest type of femme.

"Oh ok then..." Fowler mumbled, slightly offended.

Final destination-

Ophelia and Fowler arrived in DC and she had to wait outside of the building in her holoform, everyone knew she wasn't truly human since this was a meeting of top government officials. She saw a certain holoform wearing heels and immediately knew it Starscream. Duh. He stood next and started yapping.

"Ophelia, second in command of the Autobots, Optimus's precious glitch, and carrier to that Smokescreen I despise." He sneered.

"We all hate you as well Starscream, trust and believe that." She snapped.

"Well, if you didn't know I am a valuable member of the Decepticons!" He replied, growing frustrated.

"Valuable? Please. You're anything but Megatron's number one mech, you're practically his punching bag/ footstool, Predaking's chew toy, number one on Dreadwing's hit list, Shockwave sees as a failed experiment by your creators, and you're everybody's source of irritation/ entertainment and primus almighty those horrendous heels on your pedes should be illegal on every planet." She ranted.

By the end of it, Starscream's jaw was practically on the ground. He had been insulted so badly and he nothing for to say. He didn't say a single word before his holoform fizzled away and Ophelia heard a jet taking off. For a prime she really doesn't have that much patience sometimes it pays off well.