*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.*

Sleeping was growing old to me but now when I actually wanted to sleep, I couldn't. My headache was now returning and I was becoming annoyed. The many deep, loud voices outside removed me from my peaceful slumber; three of the voices I recognized as Ratchet, Ron, and my dad followed by three that I could not decipher. I had no clue what they were yelling about and frankly I didn't want to know.

I turned on the TV and switched the channel over to Criminal Minds, turning the volume up as loud as it would go hoping to drown out the sound of the angry men. Suddenly, a loud crash could be heard outside followed by what seemed to be a gunshot and I jumped back, slightly startled.

"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself.

I got up off of the couch and hopped around it, trying to make my way to the front door so I could see what the hell was going on outside. I barely even took two steps before the front door burst open. Two boys ran in at full speed, their eyes widening when they saw me, but before they could come to a complete stop they ran into me which knocked me to the floor in the process.

The two boys cursed and I groaned, clutching my head tightly in my hands. I rolled over on the floor and fought back the tears as best as I could. A loud set of footsteps could be heard walking into the house followed by a few softer pairs. I heard a growl and beside me I could feel the two boys getting up from the floor.

"If you touch her again, I'll kill you. Move aside," I heard Ron say.

I heard footsteps again and then felt myself being picked up by two strong arms which I knew to be Ron's. I held on tightly to his shirt as I tried to find my balance.

"Are you okay, Lea?" he asked me.

I just nodded and turned to face the front door where five men, three of whom I did not know stood. I shifted a little bit behind Ron and he chuckled.

"There's too many men in here right now. I can literally feel the testosterone," I whispered. My dad laughed at me.

"Don't be frightened. They won't hurt you. .or at least I know one of them won't. The other two will pay later for what just happened in here," Ron growled.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"This is Mudflap," Ratchet told me as he gestured to one of the young boys who had just knocked me over.

He had bright red hair with chalky white skin. His eyes were the same shade of bright blue as Ron's and Ratchet's were. He was dressed in a white t-shirt with a red X on it with black jeans and brown boots as well a brown beanie. I honestly felt that he was dressed a little too hipster for his personality though I hadn't talked to him.

"That's his brother Skids," my dad told me as he pointed to the boy beside Mudflap.

Their names were far beyond weird.

Skids had brown hair with a strange green tint to it. His eyes, like Mudflap's were the same shade of blue as the others and to me that was becoming a little weird. He was dressed in a white t-shirt with a jean jacket, black jeans and brown boots that matched his brother's.

It was weird to me. The two of them didn't seem like the hipster type.

"And that's Optimus; our boss," Ron told me.

Optimus had an aura of authority around him, I could just see it. To me he looked to be about forty years old or at least in his very late thirties. He was very muscular but not quite as muscular as Ron was. His dark brown-almost black-hair was tousled on top of his head and it looked like he hadn't shaved in about four days, but I didn't mind it. It made him look very attractive. He was dressed in blue jeans, a red v-neck shirt and black boots. He didn't seem like a hard ass the way Ron was and I kind of liked that.

"It's nice to meet you all," I said as I stepped from behind Ron, nearly forgetting that I couldn't exactly walk.

If it wouldn't have been for Ron I would've ended up in the floor again.

"Crutches, young lady," Ratchet scolded me. I sighed and hopped around the couch to get them. After grabbing them, I crutched back over to the group of men.

"The bro and I are sorry about knockin' ya over earlier," Mudflap told me.

Yeah, they definitely were dressed too hipster for their personality.

"It's fine. I'm okay," I assured him.

"That still doesn't change anything," Ron seethed.

"Yo, stop being such a hard ass. The girl said it was fine," Skids retorted.

Ron grunted and I laughed. I then remembered my reasoning for even getting up from the couch in the first place. I excused myself and hobbled over to and out the front door, politely pushing passed Optimus and the two boys as I did so. It was still light outside so that was good.

I looked for anything to be out of place, but I found nothing. Ironhide was still in the same spot in the driveway and everything looked perfectly fine. The only thing different about the driveway was the fact that there were four extra vehicles: Ratchet's emergency vehicle, a very familiar Peterbilt semi with blue and red flame decals, a green Chevy Spark with black detailing and a red Chevy Trax, the semi and the emergency vehicle sparking a strange feeling inside my body.

"What's the matter, Azalea?" Ratchet asked me.

I turned to look at him. "Well, earlier I was woken up by my dad and Ron's loud mouths and then I heard a really loud crash. I was just looking for any sign of that out here."

Skids chuckled. "Oh, yeah. That. Ron was trying to shoot my bro and I," he said calmly.

My eyes widened. "Why?"

"He doesn't like it when you talk about his love life apparently," Mudflap answered me.

I felt a pang of hurt inside my chest but quickly hid it with a smile and a laugh. Ron grunted.

"It's okay, old man. She's cute. We understand. We probably would've picked her too," Skids baited.

Ron growled and quickly trotted over to Skids. He took the boy by the neck and slammed him up against the side of the semi. My eyes widened and I took a step back, slightly startled by his sudden actions.

"Yo man, chill."

Ron ignored the boy and raised his arm up. I could tell where this was going and I didn't like it.

"Ron," I called.

That instantly got his attention. He turned and looked at me, his angry blue eyes softening ever so slightly. I shook my head as if telling him not to hurt the boy. He looked back at Skids and shoved him back into the truck before letting him go and quickly walking into the house. Everyone's eyes were now on me.

"What?" I inquired.

Mudflap laughed as did his brother.

"Nobody's ever been able to stop him. Once he starts you can't stop him, but you, little lady. .you did," Mudflap told me.

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Huh?"

"Oh. You don't know, do you?" Skids said. I was becoming confused.

"That's enough boys," Optimus scolded. They just ignored him and so did I.

"Know what?" I asked.

"You aren't aware of his feelings for you. Most everyone at the base is aware. I know that for sure," Skids chuckled.

I smiled but was still confused.

"Seriously?" I laughed.

"Yeah. He tries to deny it, but we all see it. I mean he talks about you 24/7. I'm surprised you haven't noticed it yet," Mudflap said.

"Alright boys. That's enough for tonight. We need to be heading out now," Ratchet stated.

I frowned. Behind me, the front door opened. I turned around to see Ron standing in the doorway, a melancholy expression on his face.

"We shall see you soon, Azalea. It was very lovely to meet you," Optimus said to me.

I gave him a smile. "It was nice to meet you too."

Ratchet and Optimus walked over to their vehicles and got in, wasting no time in driving off. Mudflap and Skids were the last to leave.

"See you later, little girl," Skids said.

"Yeah. It was nice to finally meet you," Mudflap followed.

Before I had the chance to say goodbye to them and warm hand was placed over my mouth and I was being carried back into the house. I heard Mudflap mumble something under his breath but I couldn't quite make it out. Ron shut the door abruptly and carried me over to the couch and sat me down. I propped my leg up onto the cushion and laid down, letting out a groan when I did.

"That was rude," I told Ron.

He only grunted. "Hardly."

I rolled my eyes.

"Are you mad because they spilled your little secret?" I asked, a sly smile on my face.

He shook his head and stared at the television. On the inside I was incredibly happy with the revelation of this new information but I definitely wasn't going to inform him of that.

"I'm just thoroughly repulsed at the thought of them. The fact that they laid their hands on you gives me even more of a reason to be angry," he explained to me.

I sighed. "It's okay, Ron. I'm fine. It was just a little knock on the head."

He grunted yet again. "It's not okay with me."

I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "Listen to me. Thank you for everything you do for me. I appreciate more than you know, Ron. But, I'm fine. It's okay. Please believe me when I say that."

He just nodded and I laid my head back on the couch. Well, tonight was a pretty eventful night.

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