Drumroll Please! So this is the sequel of I Feel Home. If you haven't read it, then go read it! Free Falling will make a lot more sense if you do. And you'll probably like it! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, but I do own Jaime and the plot of Free Falling!

Jaime's POV

"Go! Go! Go!"

"I am!"

"Well go faster!" Jaime barked. Sideswipe's only response was the rev of his engine, as he poured on an extra burst of speed. The sliver Corvette Stingray swerved around a sand dune and continued to accelerate. Jaime was pressed to the backseat as the g-forces slammed into her. The girl forced herself to turn around and glanced through the back windshield.

"How is he still gaining on us?" she demanded.

"Pit if I know!" Sideswipe bit out as he tried to shake their shadow. "The mech's a fragging ninja!" Jaime watched as Prowl's black and white alt form pursued them.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Jaime muttered. It wasn't like the two partners in crime had anywhere to escape to. They were stuck on an island, Diego Garcia to be exact.

"Are you kidding?" Sideswipe laughed. "Super gluing everything down in Prowl's office? That was brilliant!" Jaime couldn't help but chuckle. The prankster just had that effect on her; he never failed to make her laugh.

Weeeoooeeeoooeeeoooeee!

Jaime snorted, Prowl had turned his sirens on for the third time. Sideswipe's radio crackled.

:: Sideswipe, pull over. :: Prowl ordered through the twin's comm.

:: Aw, come on Prowl. Don't you just love racing? :: Sides jibed. Jaime's mouth twitched in amusement. No doubt, the Second in Command's patience was wearing thin. Sideswipe veered around another sand dune. He was heading back to the base now. Jaime continued to watch Prowl. He hadn't really taken any extreme measures to stop Sideswipe. By now Prowl would have stopped giving warnings and resorted to more forceful measures to stop the silver prankster, but the SIC held back. Jaime knew it was because she was in Sideswipe's alt form. It was another reason Sideswipe loved having her as a fellow collaborator. Prowl was more cautious of his actions, but only when Jaime was around.

"You do realize he's eventually going to find you alone and throw you in the brig right?" Jaime asked the silver mech.

"It'll be so worth it," Sideswipe snickered. Jaime shook her head in with a smile as Sideswipe sped towards the base. A lot had happened in the past year. The biggest change was the new NEST base. The Hoover Dam based had become too crowded and conspicuous. So the government's solution had been to ship all the Autobots to a small island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Neither Sarah nor Will had been happy about the arrangement. Annabelle had thrown quite the tantrum, demanding that Ironhide stay. Jaime remembered the broken look on the black mech's face as he unsuccessfully tried to soothe the little girl. That hadn't been the worst part. They had waited to make the move until school was out so Jaime could accompany them to the new NEST base. Jaime's connection to the Allspark had grown stronger and was only more reason for the Autobots to keep her nearby. Jaime grimaced when she remembered Annabelle's reaction to the news.

"Why does she get to go?" Annabelle whined.

"Well, she's a target to the bad robots I told you about," Will struggled to explain. Annabelle didn't know about the Allspark.

"The ones with the red eyes?" Annabelle sniffled.

"That's right sweetie, and she needs to be close to the bots so they can protect her," Sarah added, who was aware of Jaime's special connection to the Autobots.

"But I wanna go too! I wanna go with Hide!" Annabelle stomped her foot. Jaime glanced out the kitchen window, catching a flash of black metal.

"Honey," Sarah reached out towards the girl, but Annabelle would have none of it.

"No!" she screeched. "I WANNA GO TOO!"

"Annabelle," Will began.

"SHE DOES EVERYTHING! WHY CAN'T I? YOU ALWAYS SAY NO TO ME, BUT YES TO HER!" Jaime was taken aback by the outburst. They'd never fought before. Although the girl had been rather quite lately…Jaime frowned when she realized that the girl had also been avoiding her. "You love HER more!"

"That's not true," Will defended, a bit harshly.

"Annabelle!" Sarah chided in a chillingly low tone. But the little girl was too worked up to stop. Her head snapped in Jaime's direction.

"Everything was great until you came!" Annabelle shouted at the stunned girl.

"I…I'm…sorry," Jaime sputtered, not knowing what else to say.

"Everyone likes you more! No one ever talks to me! Even Hide likes you better!"

"That's completely absurd," Ironhide groused from outside. Annabelle huffed, her face red.

"I wish you never came!" Annabelle wailed before running up the stairs to her room. Jaime swallowed thickly, tears pricking at her eyes.

"Annabelle!" Sarah's face was thunderous as she marched up the stairs.

"Jaime," Will attempted to comfort the girl, but the damage was already done. Jaime shot out the door and rushed into the barn. She stayed in there the entire night, seeking comfort in Orion's presence. The next morning Ironhide, Jazz, Will and Jaime had to leave for the rendezvous point. Sarah had forced Annabelle out of her room to apologize and say goodbye. The little girl had cried and said goodbye to Ironhide and Will, hugging them tightly. She'd patted Jazz's hood as a farewell. Meanwhile, Sarah held onto Jaime, wishing her farewell.

"Don't get into too much trouble. Listen to Will and Optimus. And don't forget to brush your teeth," the woman rattled off. Jaime laughed.

"Okay…Don't worry, I'll be fine," she reassured Sarah. They pulled away; Jaime and Annabelle stood looking at each other awkwardly.

"Um…Well I guess…this is it…" Jaime trailed.

"Yea…" Annabelle fidgeted. Silence. "…Are…are you going to call?"

"If you want me to…" Annabelle glanced up at her and gave a shy nod. "Okay…We can use the webcam to call each other…" Annabelle shuffled a little closer. Jaime knelt down in front of her. They regarded each other silently. Jaime bit her lip before hesitantly spreading her arm as an invitation. The small blonde girl eagerly accepted.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Jaime sighed in relief and returned the embrace.

"I'm sorry too. I didn't realize you felt so left out. You're not used to sharing attention are you?" They pulled apart and Annabelle shook her head.

"We need t' get goin'," Jazz murmured. Both Autobots were already loaded with Will and Jaime's luggage. Jaime waved goodbye to Annabelle and Sarah before sliding into Jazz's backseat. Will and Sarah embraced, sharing a long kiss, before Will climbed into Ironhide's driver seat.

The two sisters had made up during their first webcam session, but Jaime would never forget the look of absolute jealousy on the little girl's face when she learned of the base and Jaime's relocation. Jaime was pulled away from her thoughts by a jolt, as Sideswipe's tires found purchase on pavement. Sideswipe was much faster on pavement, and Prowl knew it. That was why he had herded the prankster off one of the many streets that crisscrossed the island. Sideswipe easily pulled away from Prowl, who had just reached the pavement. The police cruiser paused, recognizing the hopelessness of the situation. There were no other Autobots on base to assist him. Bumblebee had chosen to remain in the States to continue acting as Sam Witwicky's guardian. Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet were on a mission, investigating a Decepticon sighting in South America. Jazz, Jolt, and the newly arrived Arcee triplets were somewhere in Europe for the same reason.

Prowl had remained at the base on emergency standby, and Sideswipe had not been cleared by Ratchet for active duty due to an injury from last week. Jaime knew what was going through Prowl's mind, as the police cruiser lingered far behind them. Thanks to the bonds that connected her to the bots, she'd learned to discern what certain flickers of emotion meant. Prowl was the most stoic of the Autobots, preferring logic over emotions. But that didn't mean he was completely emotionless. The SIC experienced feelings just like the others, he just chose not to show them. Judging by the scant feelings Jaime was receiving from Prowl, he had come to the conclusion to bide his time until Sideswipe was too exhausted to flee.

"Hey Jaime!"

"Hi Mikaela!" Jaime grinned and waved at the brunette on the computer screen. "How's it going?" A few days had passed since the prank in Prowl's office, and Jaime and Mikaela were having their monthly webcam chat.

"Good, I –hey!—" Mikaela was cut off as a large Mastiff entered the screen. "Down boy," Mikaela pushed the large animal away from the screen. Jaime blinked.

"I didn't know you had a dog."

"Oh well," Mikaela shrugged. "He's a stray. I found him a few days ago hanging around the garage looking for a handout."

"He's so cute!" Jaime exclaimed, leaning towards the screen and trying to get another glimpse of the mammoth sized dog. "What's his name?"

"Um, I haven't named him yet," the teenager admitted. "I've put up some flyers around in case his owners are looking for him, but I'm beginning to think he was abandoned." The mastiff plopped his head on her leg and Mikaela began to massage it absentmindedly. "So what's new over there?"

"Sideswipe's in the brig…again," Jaime chuckled. Mikaela rolled her eyes.

"That's not new…What was it this time?" Jaime grinned at the brunette.

"We super glued everything in Prowl's office so he couldn't move anything." Mikaela snorted.

"I'm not even going to ask how you did that," she shook her head.

"Good," Jaime replied, "because I'm not telling." The girl glanced to her left, movement catching her attention. "Maggie!" the girl exclaimed and waved the Australian blonde over. Maggie Madsen and Glen Witmann had also been relocated to the NEST base at Diego Garcia.

"Oh, hi there Mikaela," Maggie waved to the brunette on the computer screen.

"Hi Maggie," Mikaela waved back. "Hey, I'm glad you're here. I need your help on something."

"Sure what is it?"

"Well…" Mikaela paused. "It's Sam."

"Boy troubles?" the Australian asked in a knowing voice.

"Yea," Mikaela sighed.

"What's wrong?" Jaime asked. In the last webcam session, it sounded like things were going relatively well between the teenage couple.

"Well…nothing's wrong…It's just…We've been together for nearly a year now," the teenager explained with a frown. "But he still hasn't said it." Maggie tilted her head in confusion.

"Said what exactly?"

"Oh…She means the L word," Jaime clarified, remembering their past chat sessions.

"Seriously?" the blonde woman raised a delicate eyebrow.

"Seriously," Mikaela repeated with a groan. "I mean, I know he's shy and all, but he's under the impression that I should say it first."

"But most guys go running if the girl says it first," Maggie nodded in understanding.

"Exactly!" Mikaela exclaimed.

"Well, Sam's not most guys," Jaime muttered, but neither female heard her.

"Okay, so maybe he's not ready to tell you he loves you with words," Maggie continued. "Does he show you that he loves you through his actions?"

"Well…yea," Mikaela answered after a few moments of pondering. "It's just…he's going to college soon. Did you know he got accepted into Princeton?"

"Really?" Jaime questioned with a surprised look. Wow, who knew ladiesman had it in him, the girl mused.

"Yea, he's going to be meeting all these college girls and…"

"You can't help but feel anxious because he won't say aloud that he loves you?" Jaime supplied. Mikaela nodded sadly.

"Maybe you could share an apartment near the college?" Maggie offered.

"I can't," Mikaela shook her head. "I need to stick around the shop to help my dad out." Jaime nodded in understanding. She knew that the teenager's dad, who was a car thief, had served time. She forgot that he was being released this summer.

"Hmm," Maggie contemplated. "I'm sorry…but I don't know what else to say."

"Why don't you just say 'I love you' first?" Jaime asked.

"But it might scare him off," Mikaela protested.

"Oh come on," Jaime rolled her eyes. "The guy's faced off with Megatron! Give him a little credit." Michaela's lips pursed thoughtfully.

"Woof!" Maggie jerked in surprise. The mastiff's head filled the screen once more.

"Hey! Knock it off boy," Mikaela moved the dog aside.

"I didn't know you had a dog," Maggie blinked.

"He's a stray," the brunette explained shortly.

"Did you name him yet?"

"No. Got any ideas?"

"Ted? Manny the Mammoth?" the Australian offered.

"Bones?" Jaime added.

"Hmm," Mikaela tilted her head. "I like Bones…" The teen turned to the dog.

"Bones? Don't name him Bones. He's a big dog. He needs a tough manly name," a voice called. Mikaela glanced off-screen for only a few seconds before facing Maggie and Jaime, who were both giving her confused looks.

"My dad," Mikaela sighed. "Yesterday was his first day back."

"But Bones is a fine name," Maggie argued.

"No it ain't," Mikaela's dad disagreed from off-screen. Jaime huffed.

"Fine, his name can be something 'manly' like Bonecrusher and you can call him Bones for short." There was a pause.

"Eh, I guess that works." Mikaela glanced at her dad before giving Jaime an approving smile.

"Come here Bones," the brunette crooned to the dog. Maggie and Jaime laughed when the mastiff butted the teen off her stool with affection.

Ratchet's POV

The Autobot medic had finished the in-depth research of his personal side project months ago. He was currently working on finishing the prototype, when his sensors picked up on Jaime's approach. He quickly subspaced the item and busied himself by putting away some tools.

"Hey Ratch," the girl called. Ratchet glanced at her over his shoulder.

"Do you need something?" he asked.

"Not really," Jaime shrugged nonchalantly. The CMO faced her completely and scrutinized her. Jaime fidgeted for a few moments. "I uh…was wondering if you need help with anything?" she admitted. It was more of a question than a statement. Ratchet blinked at her.

"Are you planning some kind of prank? Is this meant to be some distraction?"

"No, no," the girl was quick to reply. "I, uh, was just looking for something to do." The CMO continued to study her. He knew that the girl considered him a friend just like the other Autobots, but she never came into his med bay without a reason.

"Is there something going on that I should know about?" he crossed his arms. Jaime bit her lip. Ratchet remained quiet and watched the conflict wage inside the girl. Her shoulders slumped when she came to her decision.

"Galloway's on base," she sighed. Ratchet growled. Now he understood. She was coming to his med bay to avoid the annoying twit. The medic silently offered Jaime his servo and the girl eagerly hopped on. He lifted her next to a counter that had numerous human-sized files stacked against some file cabinets.

"These files need to be organized in alphabetical order," he muttered. Jaime sighed in relief, and busied herself with the task. Ratchet worked on the week's medical report that needed to be sent to Optimus. The medic resisted the urge sigh, waiting for the inevitable comm. from Ironhide. Every time Galloway visited the base, the mech would rant to Ratchet about the stupidity of stupid humans and say that they were only good for target practice.

Jaime's POV

The girl hummed to herself as she worked on organizing the files. She was thankful that Ratchet caught on why she was hiding in the med bay. She really didn't understand why the government was set up the way it was. How could a man as annoying and thickheaded as Galloway get as high up as he was? Didn't his superiors realize how uncaring and idiotic he was? Well at least he's not the Autobot liaison, Jaime snorted to herself. God help us if that ever happened. The girl froze. Did she just…Nah. Jaime wasn't one of those paranoid superstitious people. No one could possibly stupid enough to trust the douchebag with that much power. A grin flickered on the girl's face when she remembered how she first met Galloway.

It was just another day at the Autobot base as NEST personnel walked down the halls, going on their business. All of a sudden, a small blur raced by. A cackling Jaime sped down the hall with her rollerblades. The humans had two reasons for sticking close to the halls. Reason number one was to avoid being stepped on—although there had been no incidents so far—by an Autobot. The second reason was Jaime. Ever since receiving her rollerblades, the girl's figure blazing by had become a common occurrence. There were the rare moments when a newbie did not know about Jaime's speeding in the halls and she would yell at them to get out of the way. The newbie would dive out of the way in fright, Jaime would laugh and apologize as she passed by, and everyone would continue on like it was no big deal. Today, Jaime was playing hallway tag with Sideswipe and Jazz in their holoforms. Since the holoforms possessed inhuman speed, it was agreed that Jaime would be allowed to use her famous rollerblades. Unfortunately, they had not been informed about the stranger in the suit that was unsuccessfully trying to gain access to enter the base. Jaime flew around the corner near the entrance and was surprised to see Will and Epps along with a stranger in her path. The man in the suit was ranting for whatever reason and was waving his hands around like a fool.

"Hey! Move it!" Jaime shouted, knowing she didn't have time to stop. The hallway was narrower than most and the three men were spread out, so there was no way Jaime could skate around them. Out of habit, Will and Epps wordlessly pressed themselves against the walls.

"What!" the man in the suit snarled, turning to face Jaime. The girl's last thought questioned the man's intellect. She had told him to move. Didn't she make herself clear? A second later she barreled into the man. They toppled and landed in a heap on the floor, Jaime on top.

"Aw shit," Epps muttered. Will reached down and pulled Jaime up as the man in the suit gained his bearings. She rubbed her bruised elbow with a scowl. The man stood and brushed himself off, before peering down at her with disdain.

"What kind of base are you running Major Lennox?" he glared at Will. Will opened his mouth to speak, but the douche in the suit didn't give him the chance to reply. "This isn't a daycare! Honestly, rollerblading in the halls? Who are you and what are you doing here?" He directed the last part towards Jaime. The girl snorted and tilted here head.

"I think the question is who are you?" The man bristled.

"Director Galloway, National Security Advisor of the President," he allowed himself a small smirk. Jaime's expression revealed how unimpressed she was. Really? Advisor to the President? Okay, that was cool. But not as cool as meeting aliens from outer space.

"Who are you?" Galloway glared at the girl. Jaime glanced at Will who gave her an indiscernible shrug.

"…Jaime." He smiled victoriously, under the impression that the girl was going to spill.

"And why are you here?"

"Classified," the girl smirked. Galloway's face became pinched. Before he could continue to interrogate her, she spun around and rollerbladed away.

Jaime was brought back to the present when she heard Ratchet grunt.

"What's wrong?" she turned to him. The medic had an unpleasant expression on his faceplates.

"It's nothing," he waved her off, without even looking at her.

"Ratchet," she warned. Though he was the medic, Jaime had recently learned of Ratchet's habit of overworking. He wasn't as bad as Prowl, but he didn't recharge as much as he should.

"Ironhide just found out that Galloway is on base," the CMO grumbled. A grin crept on Jaime's face. Ah, she thought in understanding. I wonder if Hide will punt kick the oil tank again…

Jaime stayed in the med bay alphabetizing the files, even an hour after Galloway had left. When she had finished, she went to the cafeteria and had dinner with Will's team. Now she was making her way back to her room. Unlike Hoover Dam—which had been mostly comprised of gigantic hangars—the Diego Garcia base could be divided into three general sections. There was the human side, the Autobot side, and the neutral territory. Unlike the other humans, Jaime's room was on the Autobot side. She didn't mind the size difference like some people did. After over a year of strengthening the bonds, she felt more at ease with the bots around. Jaime finally reached her door and tapped in her code before the human sized metal door slid open.

Next to it was a much larger Autobot sized door. She climbed up the spiral staircase attached to her loft and flopped on her bed. Since she was on the Autobot side, her room was Autobot sized. It was the smallest of the bedrooms, compared to the other bots' rooms. But it was still huge to her, at least four times larger than her room at the farm. A balcony had been added to place furniture and her personal belongings, so she didn't feel like a small ant in a giant metal box. The balcony took up about half the room. Jaime could sit on her bed and converse with any of the bots—who easily fit in the other half of the room—without craning her neck up at them from the floor.

Jaime exhaled and got ready for bed. She changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth—she'd had her own mini bathroom installed—and hopped under the covers. The girl snuggled in their warmth. Before falling asleep she sent a goodnight tug to Jazz. The last thing she remembered before drifting to sleep was his answering tug.

Jaime felt like she was suspended in midair. She would have found it disconcerting if she were not used to it. She felt a familiar presence brush up against her. It was the same presence she'd been dreaming of since a year ago. The presence came closer and they embraced, enjoying the closeness of another being. Jaime probed asking about the presence's wellbeing. The presence hesitated only briefly before admitting what had happened this time. Jaime had come to the conclusion that this presence was an Autobot somewhere in space. She knew it was an Autobot because the presence had told her that it was a prisoner on a Decepticon ship. Scenes flashed before her. Jaime pulled back with surprise. She'd seen Starscream. But Starscream was laying low on earth…wasn't he? Jaime felt a throb of pain stem from the presence. She pushed her questions to the back of her mind. She'd deal with them later. She had a job to do.

She knew the bot was being tortured. She normally had these dreams in between torture sessions and she would distract the bot from the pain. Although there had been a few times when they had been connected while the presence was being tortured. That was horrible. Jaime sifted through some memories and settled on telling the presence the story of Sideswipe's latest prank. She would always focus on the bots. She never told the presence about the humans and the base. She felt that the bot was trustworthy, but she didn't want to be feeding it sensitive information, especially since it was a prisoner. Hearing about its comrades always seemed to lift the presence's spirits. Jaime stayed with the presence sharing stories until she felt herself drift away. She embraced with the presence before they parted ways.

Jaime opened her eyes. She languidly stretched in bed and glanced at the clock on the nearby nightstand. The clock read 7:15 AM. The girl sighed and pushed herself into a sitting position. She found herself wondering about her dream. Starscream was apparently on a Decepticon ship, the same one with their Autobot prisoner. But Starscream had been sighted flying over a military base less than a month ago. So the ship must be somewhere in earth's solar system. Jaime got up and washed her face and got ready for the day. She had just finished changing into her clothes, wondering what was in store for the day, when a loud noise from the hallway gained her attention.

"I didn't do it Hatchet! I swear!" Sideswipe exclaimed as he skated down the hall. Jaime cocked here head. Heavy footsteps followed the prankster.

"Come back here fragger!" Ratchet bellowed. Jaime imagined the wrench the medic was surely waving at the silver mech as he pursued him down the hall. She leaned against her balcony, a smirk stretched on her face. I guess it's going to be one of those days, Jaime rolled her eyes.

To Sympathy for the Lost Love (Since your PMing is off): No, Sunny doesn't make an appearance in I Feel Home…Yes, I am doing a sequel. Jaime has a lot of growing still. I'm not done with her yet :)

Author's Note: I'M BAACCKK! Hey all! Here's chapter one of Free Falling. It's kinda short…but I figured I left you guys hanging long enough. Hopefully the coming chapters should be longer :)

Also I'd like to make an announcement. I shall no longer be answering reviews at the end of the chapter. I'll be answering the by pming the reviewer, so I implore you to be logged in or leave your penname so I can answer that way (also you may want to make sure your pming is turned on so I can answer you). If you don't have an account, you are still very much welcome to leave a review! I absolutely love reviews/feedback, they make my day. I will still answer anonymous reviews at the end of each chapter, but I would like to cut down on the signed reviews so the word count of this story is more accurate. Thank you. :)

So drop me a review about what you think, what are you looking forward, etc.

Jazz: Finally!

Hubero: Don't you give me that. I only meant to take about a month to get the sequel out. Not my fault Jaime was extremely uncooperative.

Optimus: *Enters, fingers pinching his nose in frustration*

Jazz: Wha's wrong boss bot?

Optimus: Hubero, could you please talk to Sideswipe about his extracurricular activities?

Hubero: Why?

Optimus: He just got out of the brig yesterday. And now he's in it again.

Jazz: Wha' was it this time?

Optimus: *Deadpans* Ratchet's collection of wrenches are missing.

[Silence]

Jazz: Ya c'n't be serious.

Optimus: *Nods*

Hubero: *Chuckles*

Jazz: Wha's so funny?

Hubero: *Turns and walks away* What makes you think Sides is responsible?