This is the sequal to 'Nothing left to lose.' If you you have not read NLTL, I suggest you do, otherwise you will have no freaking idea what this is about. And if that happens, well, I guess you're screwed.

Disclaimer: I only own Roxy, Tank, Kale, Zeke and Susan. Anyone who says otherwise will be chased by hungry plot bunnies.

ON WITH IT!

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Sleep. It was a good thing. It was something essential for all organic life. But can too much of it be a bad thing? Optimus was unsure of what to do about the current situation happening in his front seat. A young female human, a red haired green eyed one named Roxy, was asleep in his cab. Now, he had no problem with her sleeping there. He enjoyed the contact, but she had been there for hours.

Fifteen full hours. It was three thirty – three thirty six to be exact- in the afternoon. Should he wake her up? Should he let her sleep? Was she even breathing?

"ngg, morning."came from the warm sleepy lump. The mental debate was over.

"Afternoon is more like it." he responded, tone calm.

"Mhm. Were you driving the whole time?" She was still sleepy. And hungry. And severely dehydrated.

"yes, and we should stop here so that you can eat." he slowly pulled into a near by truck stop, gaining odd looks as he passed the few people there. A peterbuilt truck with a custom paint job was a rare sight.

He received even stranger looks when a teenaged girl toppled out of his cab and wobbled into the small shop connected to a diner. He watched her go around collecting things she would need.

Wait, did she have money? He mentally slapped himself; he should have told her to bring money.

Okay, right now he had to focus on Roxy. Apparently she had thought to bring money, for she now had a bag in one hand. The other pocketing the money. She hopped back in, and shut his door herself. They had enough people watching them. She sifted through the bag, not noticing the hologram flicker to life.

Optimus moved the hologram so that it looked at her.

"GAH!" she said loudly, earning a smile from the 'man'.

"Okay from now on say something before you do that." she mumbled, slightly annoyed. She observed the man, making sure she knew every feature. At least five nine, black, short cut hair that was slightly graying at the temples. He wore black jeans and boots, a plain white tank top [the manly kind. Not a spaghetti strap. that covered a well toned chest. Not overly muscular though. He was also adorned with the autobot insignia on his right arm. And finally, a small, pale scar on the right cheekbone. (1)

Accurate and believable. "I like your bot form better." she smiled, still apparently tired. She pulled out a gatorade and stopped, thinking. She looked at the hologram.

"So, if you have to use that when you drive then that...means..." her eyes got big, and the holo quirked an eyebrow.

"OH MY GAWD! YOU WERE SITTING ON MY HEAD?!" He knew she would do that. She always did something like that when she wanted to make him -or any overly serious autobot- smile or at least lighten up. It had worked, because the holo was smiling.

"Point being? You, Roxy, have sat on my head multiple times. And yet I have never complained." he looked at her, still smiling. 'And Ratchet's, and Bumble Bee's, And Iron Hide's, and Jazz's...' she had this thing about being on there heads.

Roxy was now drinking the gatorade, signaling that the conversation was over.

Xxxx Seven hours later xxxX

"Your Serious?"

"Yes."

"He hates dogs now?"

"No, just one crack head Chihuahua."

"Crack head? Hell, don't bother, I'll figure it out."

"Are you alright Roxy? You seem quiet."

"I'm still getting over the fact that you were on my head."

He doubted that that was the problem. But still, prying was not something he liked doing, and Roxy did not like negative attention. He let it go, noticing how dark it was getting.

"where are we now?'' She had to know. She was freaking out. Though Roxy would never admit it, but all that time in a ten by ten room made her despise confinement. A lot. A whole lot. Like, more than most could comprehend hatred. To put it shortly, she was a bit claustrophobic.

Well, unless inside an autobot.

"We've actually made excellent time. We're early. It should be a few minutes." He paused. He felt something bounce on his seat. Apparently, Roxy was hyper. Very very hyper.

The bouncing continued when they pulled into the Lennox driveway.

Who else was in the driveway was another matter. There, in the gravel, sat a yellow 2008 Chevy Camero and a custom black Topkick pick up. The vehicles shifted as silently as possible [which was actually impossible. to meet their three-days-missing leader.

"Optimus! Where the hell were you?" [2 Sadly, IronHide had forgotten that most humans, and bots, were asleep at this time of night. Not him, oh no, not a pissed off, worried-but-will-never-say-it IronHide.

"Hello to you to, Hide." The fatigue filled leader replied, still in truck form.

"HIDE!" The bot mentioned from the random scream leaned down to look for the noise. He found the noise maker when she used her old greeting on him; running at his legs at full speed.

The resounding thump that occurred after skin to shin contact caused Will, Sarah, Sam an Mikela to exit the large shared house.

"Bee? What was that sound?" Sam asked from his spot next to Mikela. Said bot could not answer, for he was as confused as his charges.

"Hide..." said a voice on the ground. "Did your legs get harder?"

IronHide, recognizing the voice, picked Roxy up from her crumpled but happy position.

"No, your head got softer." He glared at her with peircing blue optics, but he wavered when she scrambled onto his head, proving Optimus' earlier point.

"Prime, who is that girl?" Will asked from his place.

"Everyone, this is Roxy." Bumble Bee said, cheek plates raised in what could be a smile.

Roxy, not knowing Bee could talk, looked around searching for the voice.

"Who said what now?" She got her answer when Bee got within jumping distance.

"I did Roxy." he said with a smile in his voice. Her response was music to his audio receptors.

"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" a quick lunge and she was on his shoulder, making both absolutely ecstatic.

"Dang it Bee! Do you WANT to wake Ratchet up?" Sam hissed.

"I am already awake." came an angry, tired medic. He looked at the strange group, and said the sanest thing anyone had heard that night.

"Don't. Just, Don't. You can tell me in the morning." he looked at Roxy, blinked, and left, apparently too tired to converse with the friendly teen aged girl. She waved franticly at him, his only acknowledgment being a nod. It was enough to make her grin.

"Um, guys?" Everyone turned to Mikela, who was proping up a tired Sam.

"Is Optimus okay?"

The Autobot leader was silent since about the arival time.

"Something tells me 48 hours of no sleep is bad for a bot." Sarah mumbled, heading back inside. The rest of them followed suit.

Roxy smiled at her sleeping friend, and climbed down Bee's leg to get on the ground. The two bots shifted into their alt modes, and Roxy climbed into IronHide's truck bed.

"G'night."

"Hm."

"Hehehe."

"Roxy..."

"Okay, I'll calm down"

"Like that is even possible."

"Heheh!"

"ugh."

Roxy stared at the sky. All stars could be seen from this spot. She knew she would like it here.

Lesson: Sleep is a VERY good thing.

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1 In the movie, Optimus has a marking under his right eye.

2 Sorry, I don't know any Cybertronian swears.

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