- Trust is earned when actions neet words. -

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[Chloe's Third P.O.V]

"You will be gone till tomorrow?"

Chloe asked dumbfounded, settling down the newspaper she was reading as she glanced back at her Uncle who was making some coffee. The man made a brief nod, the girl turning forward again eyes spinning around.

"I wonder who you'll be doing a massage..." She continued with tease, not noticing how fast her provider was behind her, settling down the milk can as reaching for a sugar. A grin on the man's face.

"Don't get your hopes up." Uncle Joe whispered to her ear, making shiver go down her spine. "Besides," He walked now with the coffee pan to the seat opposite of Chloe- their table was small, as well sat down, heavily sighing. "I will not search for my partner before you turn 18, that is final." He took a sip of his coffee.

"Uhm, hello?" Chloe couldn't believe what he had just said, the news were boring anyway as she folded the paper and settled it aside on the table, grabbing her sandwhich. "You have all the rights to do as you please, while mine interest will remain to follow my parents' footsteps-" Joe was about to argue but had his mouth stuffed full of his bread. "And no arguing about it. If I don't get so much living of it I will take on two jobs... but it's important for me to finish what we started a long time ago."

Her Uncle settled down his mug full of coffee, sighing again.

"What about your amigo?" Joe grinned suddenly michiviosly. Chloe stared at him, eyes wide, her tea cup waiting to be drinked. God she hated mornings such as these when she had the time to talk with her temporary-parent.

I don't like where we're going with this.

"... The what?" Chloe played innocent while drinking her tea now.

"Your priatel', metade da sua vida-- ama la tua vita," That man was playing on thin lines with her. Chloe rose her eyebrow for not understanding half of what he had said, getting him to finally stop and watch him have his fun. Laughing like any other day.

"In English, old man?" Chloe had her morning laughs by his devilish face, the glare on place. But her Uncle couldn't stay angry for long as he smiled, leaning closer.

"I'm pretty sure- alright 100 percent certain that the love of your life is waiting for you to take action." Joe said firmly, handing on the bread Chloe was munching a cucumber which about she stared at. Brow raised. "You just need to open your eyes and enjoy. It would really be good for you, Chloe."

"If you're referring to a boyfriend I don't think that'll happen." The girl said eyes wide, standing up carefully because of her leg again. Although it had started to heal already. "Last time I had a crush on my teacher..." She headed towards their front door to get her boots on, pouting by herself.

And that was on third grade.

I don't know what's really wrong with me.

-- The thing for older people?

"How 'bout I'll give you ride?" Out of nowhere her Uncle showed behind her, the girl almost jumping ten feet away. He had seriosly the skills of a ninja. If he trained that couldn't mean him to earn abnormal instincts... cause that would be cool. "Since I'll come back only by tomorrow morning..."

"No need to worry." Chloe gave him the most reassuring smile of the year, extending to him her arm. The man realized to lift her up which he did, easily by bare arm. He did earn shocked glance until it was all forgotten. "And I'll definitely accept your offer-- let's drop by K.O driving!"

"But we just had breakfast?"

"Doesn't matter! Let's goooo!"

~ Time skip ~

"Do you think Shane would be for real?"

Eating their lunch Chloe was chewing the lovely burger her Uncle had bought this morning, her eyes very concentrated to Sara's before her. That lady knew to eat nothing less than salad everyday. Well, being a vegetarian might've explained it, but she looked like she would appassire away!

It was their lunch-hour.

"I mean, he did act all gentleman and now when finally confessing that he fancies me... I need to know your opinion." Sara continued while played with her fork, Chloe drank some cola from the straw.

What's today with all loving-conversations with me?

"Show me the texts." Chloe wanted the phone on the table, her friend hesitantly giving it and opening already their conversation open. She watched her every possible reaction. "I, uhh, woah..." When our carrot-head kept reading she couldn't do else but gasp, that guy knew how to bend a girl under his spell. But it was too smooth. Shane was one of the school's most popular guys -sadly Vincent's friend, Sara the one having the opportunity and chance to talk to him.

"I know, right?" Sara got her phone back as Chloe ate her final piece of hamburger, thinking. "But I don't know what to do now." Her forehead met with the table quite bad, getting the girl sitting opposite widen her big green eyes up. She stared when the girl rose herself back up like itself straighting hay, a red mark covering her forehead now. "Alright, that hurt."

"It will hurt more if you fall for that gamer's words-- don't you realize how big fuckboy he is? Probably banged every popular girl in this school and now they're coming for the likes of us?" Chloe desided to speak while playing with her food, not knowing presences behind.

"Look who we have here," That voice got Chloe shiver very much. Her entire body turned at once while before her was now Vincent's gang again, including the exact curly brown haired Shane. "Isn't it our favorite junk-girl?" Our read head tried to get up and back away but Vincent's arms blocked each side of her and clenched to the table, blocking her way out. "Why in a rush? I'm more than interested of who you were talking about before."

"Vincent." Sara got up from her place in dangerous style, Shane all forgotten as he hadn't noticed her till now. His brown eyes widening each split second. "She's injured- lay a hand on her and I will report to the principal immediately."

"So, here we have a traitor-- going to the old man?" Vincent blabbered eyes almost rolling to the back of his skull until his attention was back on the heavily breathing girl who seriosly wanted to smack his face with all she had. "It doesn't matter as long as no harm comes to our carrot-head."

"Haven't you learned anything about personal space?" Chloe spat, leaning now way back the closer Vincent got.

"I want to make you feel uncomfortable. Is this working?" Vincent was way too obviosly glancing between her eyes and lips, Chloe widening her eyes. She was completely on the table already, harrassed to the bitter end.

"You shit--!"

Suddenly; Vincent was gone. Chloe lent up to see the guy thrown elsewhere far away from her by his shirt. To his attacker; turned out to be her newest classmate, Tara. That girl had changed her shirt into a tank top today, but looked almost same as yesterday to her. Although her eyes were now in flames, while Vincent's friends stared blankly and didn't want to harm such a lady.

She has the curves...

"Woah, woah--!" While Vincent was getting back up painly Tara seemed ready to launch again but Jack ran out of the dark and into the dining room to stop her, Chloe seeing Miko and unknown glass wearing young boy follow him. These four stood now there, Tara having issues controlling her anger. "Easy. I think you did enough." Jack defended but had his glare on place, releasing the girl in great shape then. Until Chloe's closest friend turned to her with worried eyes. "You okay?"

Chloe nodded head low, shaking little still.

"Argh-- my nose!" Vincent had landed on his face and now from his nose came blood just floading. Did Tara broke his nose?

"I can do far worse than that, you piece of scum!" Tara snarled her arms swinging in dangerous manner up in the air. You should've seen the people's looks around them. No one had ever stood up to face Vincent-- Jack had only to racing manner but he didn't want any trouble. So this was historical. "Try to scare another innocent girl again, I fucking dare ya!"

"-- The principal's coming," One of Vincent's friends ran up to the gang's bleeding boss, their group of friends disappeared almost immediately.

Although Vincent did leave cursing and muttering something to himself while holding his nose.

"Come on, cool down now." Jack dragged Tara away, these four heading towards Chloe. Although the just-said girl flinched and froze of them approaching, unable to move with Sara behind her. "It's about time you two meet." The teenage boy chuckled, Chloe's eyes locking to Tara here. Geez, her eyes indeed was like that of ice Queen's.

Tara took in a deep breathe, and within second startled Chloe by going;

"I'm Tara Fowler, and you must be Chloe. Jack has told a lot about you, since we both know what a blabbermouth he is." Tara said, rapidly taking her mood-change. Chloe stared to her extended hand, shakily grabbing a hold of it.

Fowler--!?

She couldn't be related to that Agent right now...?

It would explain her amazing skills.

"I'm sorry... but do I know you?" Chloe asked after their handshake, almost startled when that girl chuckled. She knelt down before her, getting Chloe all dumbfounded.

"I'm Jack's close friend, in fact we all are." Tara showed Miko and the small boy who fixed his glasses, all four of them staring at her. Chloe made maybe the oddest look towards Jack who bit his lip, expecting this. As if waiting something worse to happen? "And we're here on a mission. Can you help us?"

"Wait-- hold on- on a mission?" Chloe asked as if they all had lost their minds. "Have you finally gone mad, Jackson?" Her eyes were suddenly locked to the teenage boy who tensed.

"No!?" Jack questioned.

"It seems first odd," The glass wearing boy started, coming closer. Exactly how old was he Chloe wondered. "But we're in a..."

"In a club!" Miko piped in quickly, earning somehow relieved looks from the other three. They made innocent smiles down at Chloe who thought that to be the most creepiest thing she had seen- second of seeing her Uncle dressing as Santa-, her head glancing back at Sara who slowly begun to leave.

"Good luck, whatever that is." Sara left Chloe in trouble!?

I have no friends!

"Alright, you four..." Chloe started with sigh, Tara getting back on her full height once she got. They were almost same size, that is Tara was few inches taller. "What's your mission? What you need?" She grabbed her hips, Tara grinned by it.

"We're searching from our school red heads like you, almost equal to your looks." Tara explained, this had to be the weirdest thing Chloe had ever heard which about she rose a perfect brow.

"What she means is," Jack nudged her elbow a bit to remain quiet, Chloe stared now at him arms folded. "We need to-- interview rare looks such as you in this town and list them all down, our club's a bit weird but it's very important."

"... Okay...?" Chloe blinked, head slightly tilting. "And I do make an exception, because...?"

"Because Jack knows you already, and we have listed you down already." Tara stated, face calm and soft as ever. For the truth Chloe was scared of how she could change her attitude like that. "So, you know anyone quite similar to your looks?"

"I do know few," Chloe said as if they were arguing about it. But then the bell went on again, informing that lunch break was over. "For example start with Anastasia who's on parallel class, but I need to go now."

"It was nice to meet ya, Chloe." The way Tara said her name was something horrific but odd at same time. Chloe nodded while grabbing her backpack, rushing along with everyone else out of the dining room.

Heading towards her class, last two hours were going to be physics.

What was that just now...?

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[Autobots]

The atmostohere in the Autobot base; very tense.

"Doesn't this seem suspicious to you?"

Arcee stood there arms firmly folded, glaring now at the file which Agent Fowler had sent to them of stolen goverment technology devices. Some of them belonged to Cybertronians.

"They're building something again..." Ratchet gritt his dentas in thin line, tapping open a closer look of what Decepticons had resently taken. "Even if these are nothing major, it never promises any good if they're searching specific parts."

"Can you tell for what?" Bulkhead asked.

"It's hard to tell, they are always one ahead thanks to the Iacon database in their use." Ratchet almost spat, frustrated for their luck.

"We do know Megatron doesn't have any knowledge of how to decoy it, so I doubt he has any plans for our ancient relics." Optimus tried to calm the situation down, to each four Cybertronians' audioreceptors echoed the sound of two honks, until black/yellow muscle car pulled over. Four doors opened at once, exact counted humans stepping out completely exhausted.

"Man, I'm not moving!" Miko fell on her knees, eyes shutting close as she lent first forward, then again back, yet again forward. Trying not to fall over.

"Last time I let you handle the speaking," Tara closed Bee's door glaring at Jack, until the scout transformed, carefully closing up with his team members who now watched the humans with shock.

"That was embarassing..." Jack admitted it himself, rubbing the back of his head until noticing the multiple optics on them.

"How is your task going?" Arcee questioned, feeling smally more relaxed of the sight of the humans. It did cool down her nerves likewise the others'.

"Completely to the bushes." Tara pointed, climbing the multiple stairs up to reach the railing until she walked to close up with Ratchet and the Bots. "What's going on?"

"Decepticons have been active lately, stealing speciments from human use with force. Both human technology, but also Cybertronian." Ratchet stated, showing her and the other following trio images of the stolen objects. Some of them were small, the others very big.

"We have a reason to believe they are building something again." Optimus finally said the topic point, watching the humans' reaction.

"Could it be again a space bridge?" Rafael questioned with grabbing the railing, eyes held worry.

"Impossible. It would take time and much more resources to build such a thing." Ratchet quickly argued, best at with all this. "What is the most concerning object they have stolen is this," He tapped up an image of a round thing, full of wires. For the Cybertronians; it was a horror to watch. For the humans... like staring a puzzle they were about to solve. "The spark of a Cybertronian."

"Are they building a Frankenstein this time?" Miko suggested, holding her chin eyes wide. "More zombies!?"

"It's bad, right?" Jack wanted to confirm his suspicions, already imagining of this huge Cybertronian zombie-Con as Miko referred walk in Jasper Nevada destroying the town.

"We do not know," Optimus sadly admitted, but his optics shifted ice cold. "But whatever evil they are planning, we will make sure to stop it."

"I hope it has nothing to do with that girl." Tara said in deep thought, sudden ideal filling her head. Very concerning. "Should we head tomorrow to the principal and ask has someone gone missing?"

"You stick to your task, we handle the 'Cons." Bulkhead said in deep proudness, glad that Miko was occupied of something else. Although now that she knew to suspect something similar to a dead Cybertronian it was hard to keep her interested in that.

"Deal." Jack said, agreeing.

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Yup, yup. I'm just writing these in a row, ya know. I do slow updates tho, so you may read the chapters in peace.

~keep reading.