Disclaimer; Nope. Still don't own them. :(

-Avoids flying bricks-

Yea, I'm a procrastinator, but I did make the original chapter longer! -Cheers- Now, I really don't have much to say, except for 'Press the Button' will be receiving some very special attention as of now. :D

Please enjoy!

As Keenan's form made its way down the stairs, the reality of the situation sunk down into his CPU. He asked himself this one question, that didn't want to leave him brain, 'What in the world do I do now?'

The fall was sudden, but only partially unexpected to Keenan. The highly sensitive pain receptors in his holoform were activated, but before he could let out a yelp of surprise (and fall flat on his face on the kitchen floor) his physical form, hundreds of miles away, trembled as his CPU locked up. The holoform dissipated, and was lost until Prowl could receive proper medical attention.

No more than a half an hour later, Cleveland woke from his slumber, the sun barely grazing over the subtle horizon. He let out a sigh, holding his head on his hands. 'What are we going to do now? The girl's arm looks worse than it had yesterday, and we need to get to our physical forms before someone else does.' He stood from the couch, making his way to the opposite room where he hoped to find Keenan. The sight splayed out before him was simply adorable, (and would make great blackmail later) but Keenan was currently not present.

Off to the kitchen he went.

"Keenan?" Cleveland made sure than his voice was loud enough to be heard, but soft enough to not wake the twins. Moments later, and there was no reply. 'Must be sleepin' still.' Cleveland trekked up the two flights of stairs, looking out for his comrade.

"Keenan?"

"Isn't he downstairs?" I looked at Cleveland who stood at the top of the stairs, looking into my room. "I swore he went down before I fell asleep." As I spoke I looked down at the computer that was sitting in my lap, checking my e-mail.

Cleveland stepping into the brightly lit room, immediately seeing the merchandise splayed across my room. Posters hung proudly on the walls and ceiling while figurines sat posed in different stances on shelves and on the computer desk. Even the blanked that covered her legs had a familiar image embroidered onto it.

"Where… did you get all this stuff?" The holoform gaped at the infinite amount of objects, then turned to me, waiting for a response.

I laughed. "You like? I got it all from Ebay. I swear that place has everything you could ever imagine. I'm just surprised my parents let me… Hey, Cleveland? You alright?" I watched him with curiosity a he just stood there in some sort of stupor.

"No joke, huh?"

I shook my head. "No. No joke. Why, what's the matter?"

There was a long awkward pause until Cleveland found his voice. "Look, Alexa… there's something we need to talk about."

My eyes widened a bit as he sat down on my bed, facing me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's this all about? What is it that we need to talk about?"

Cleveland placed his hand on my own, "I'm sorry we've been keeping this from you, but…" Pause. "…We were going to tell you once you saw out vehicles, but…"

"Quit with the dot, dot, dots! Just tell me." The words that came out of his mouth were unnerving as he spoke them to me.

He sighed, "Alexa, we're not who you think we are."

Ian sat up from his makeshift bed on the floor, rubbing his eyes as they were assaulted by the bright rays of sun dancing across his graceful (and no less than handsome) features. He gently pulled himself away from his brother, walking out into the kitchen.

"You're what?!"

Ian physically winced at the loud yell, wondering what could have caused it. He heard soft murmuring, no doubt either from Keenan or Cleveland, was heard in between a young girl's crying. Ian frowned, following the voices to the upstairs portion of the house. "Alexa?" he called quietly upon seeing the young teen sobbing into Cleveland's chest. He hadn't noticed anything else but the two beings in the room.

"Cat's out of the bag, Sides."

No he didn't. "Wait. You mean to tell me that you went ahead and told her? I thought we were.."

Jazz held me tighter as my grip on his arms tightened. I was afraid that if I let him go he would disappear. "Took you a while to notice," Jazz commented, watching Sideswipe's expression.

Indeed, it had taken Sideswipe a moment to notice the room décor. "You… already know about us, don't you?" The hologram sat down on the opposite of Jazz who was stroking my hair gently.

Still sniffling, I nodded before pulling away from Jazz. I wiped my eyes, trying my best to get rid of the tears currently staining my face. "I'm sorry about that you two."

Jazz chuckled, "No reason to apologize."

Sideswipe leaned forward to look at my face, pulling my hair behind my ear, "But why did you?"

I scooted closer to the wall, resting my back against it, and pulling my right leg underneath me. "It's a long story, but I guess we have time to kill."

"Christmas break was now over and school had started up again. Most people were bragging about their new clothes or other expensive and other lavish items. Not me. All I talked about was you. To this day I still remember the date. December twenty-sixth of two thousand and seven; I found you guys on that date.

In months past, I had been struggling from the transition between seventh and eighth grade year. I had somehow become somewhat popular, to my own group of friends anyway. Even though life was getting easier for me in school, at home, things were getting worse. That January, my eldest sister was engaged, and two months later she left and apparently had a wedding over the summer.

I wasn't invited. My parents didn't want to take me because the plane tickets to Washington were too expensive.

Besides that, when I found you, I became ecstatic. I thought I had found something that no one else knew about, and I was right. Very little people did know about you.

Months passed slowly until May arrived, just before my eighth grade school year ended. My life was a wreck. People mocked me because I was apparently obsessed with you, but then summer was there, and they were taken away from me, and placed into different high schools.

Later, freshman year started, and I hated it. At that point I was labeled as suicidal, and my parents stayed away from me as much as possible. They didn't think I could be saved. I still held onto you though, and I night I would call out for you to take me away. I would cry to the starry skies, and I believed you were listening.

Throughout that year, it was very hard to stay alive, but somehow I prevailed. I think it was because I still decided to hold onto you. Even though I had my doubts, I would still call to you every night before I went to sleep.

Sophomore year was a bit better, but that was because I stopped talking about you. People didn't call me 'That girl who's obsessed with Transformers,' anymore. I was considered normal, until you saw me at home. You still influence my life, but not in public. I can't talk about you in the presence of others.

After I stopped mentioning you to the public, I became a little bit more suicidal and messed up in the head each day that passed by. I would yell at every suspicious car, plane, or other vehicle or electronic item to reveal themselves to me. They never did.

Now I'm a junior in high school, and I'm a lot better at controlling my emotions. I don't think about you anymore, but I'm still a believer. I never gave up on the thought that you would come to save me.

…Now I see you have."

The two holograms sat in an awkward silence as another fit of tears crashed into me. 'They must think I'm absolutely crazy, huh?' I asked myself. 'They certainly wouldn't be the first to think so.'

"To think all this time you were waiting for us." Sideswipe rubbed my shoulder comfortingly, looking at my reddened face.

I tried to avoid his gaze, turning to sob into Jazz's chest again. "It's nothing to worry about. There was no way you could have known about me. I'm just another human on this pathetic planet."

Jazz kissed my head affectionately, "Well, we're here now and we intend on helping you, all the way to the end. We prmise." His words ran in my ears, my heart beginning to pound harder within my chest.

"Help… me?" I timidly asked. I looked back at Sideswipe who was nodding in agreement. I let out a ragged sigh as a sudden wave of fatigue washed over me.

I closed my eyes as Sideswipe shared a look with the saboteur, and I was handed off into the twin's arms before Jazz left to inform Sunstreaker of the current situation. "Go to sleep, Alexa. You look exhausted." Sideswipe glanced down at my injured arm, making sure not to brush up against it.

"I'm… fine." I used my other hand to wipe away the forming tears in my eyes. ""You shouldn't be caring so much. You just met me the other day." I slowly started to pull away from his embrace.

"No, you're not fine, and I want to care. From your story, you've been waiting for help for some time now." Sideswipe lay down on my bed, pulling me down with him. My head was placed neatly under his chin, so that my face was buried in his chest. He wrapped his arms around my lower back, making special care that he didn't touch my left arm.

I could tell he as smiling. "Sleep. I'll wake you up in a few hours if you're still asleep."

I let out a breath, trying to relax my tense muscles. "Umm, this is only a little bit… awkward."

Sideswipe smirked at the wall, "Sorry, Alexa. It wasn't intentional."

"Sure it wasn't," I replied, knowing fairly well who it was exactly I was sleeping next to. I decided that he wasn't going to leave or let me go, so I relaxed, curling up closer to his warm body.

"You did what?"

His tone was as frozen as the ground was underneath the six plus inches of snow.

Jazz crossed his arms while looking at the frontliner. "She already knew about us. Would you have liked her to break down while we were already on the road? What if then she refused to help? Also, I bet you if Keenan's holoform were still operational, he would have done the same thing."

Sunstreaker's frown grew colder. If he looked at a human, I bet he would have given it frostbite. "It doesn't matter. Now she is going to want to tag along with us, and knowing the rest of you, you'll all let her stay."

"Sunstreaker, I understand, but you need to think about her right now; you need to think about us. We need to get a signal out there without letting the Decepticons know where we are. If she fixes us, she may be able to keep us under an umbrella, and keep us functional until we're in the clear." Jazz sent a glare right back at the other mech. "End of discussion."

Sunstreaker looked over the side in defeat. "Fine. Hove it your way, but if she gets us all killed it won't be my fault."

Jazz turned to see Sunstreaker walk out the kitchen door, and into the frigid temperatures of a mid-winter morning. "You'll grow to like her, Sunstreaker. There's no doubt about that."

Well, was the ride fun? I hope so, because I loved writing this chapter.

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