Okay, I have a slight problem. One of my readers was wondering if Bluebell was going be like a brother to NEST. Then I have another reader asking for a Lennox/OC story. I was originally going to make this a Cybertronian/OC story, but I don't want to disappoint my readers.

What I need for y'all to do is to put your input in this and tell me what y'all think I should do by reviewing.

Okay! *Wipes sweat of brow* Now another thing. I am SORRY! I trully am sorry because I haven't updated in more than a few months (bad me!) and I bet that some readers are pretty pissed. Please don't give me flames or throw tomatoes at me! I have had several problems at home, three relatives passed away, and I have also been sick. And lets not forget all the homework! So I'm sorry and I hope that my readers are still reading and dealing with my slag. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I officially do not own Transformers.

Chapter Seven: Seperation

Now you're gone
I realize my love for you was strong
And I miss you here now you're gone
I've been waiting here by the phone with your pictures hanging on the wall

~Now You're Gone by Basshunter

The rest of the ride was silent, and we caught up with the others. I noticed that Sam and Mikaela was missing.

"Ironhide, where is Sam and Mikaela?" I asked.

"Got taken away by some 'Sector Seven' group and are in black SUVs. We are currently headed towards them, going to block and unarm them." Ironhide answered me. I nodded and readied my AK for fire, making sure to have it pointed down to make it not seem threatening to Ironhide. Ironhide stopped and I jumped out of him and he transformed, pointing his cannons at frightened agents.

"FREEZE!" He commanded loudly.

"Gimme those," Jazz said and lifted up his hand. Their guns and badges flew to his hand and I felt my weapons start to leave me before I surrounded them in my magic to keep them with me. I walked forward with my AK aimed.

"Don't move or I'll shoot," I told them coldly. A stupid agent grinned at me and began to get up. I shot him in the knee. "I said don't move, agent." He cried out in pain and I scoffed at him.

"What is Sector Seven?" Sam asked an agent. Most likely the head agent.

"I won't tell you, boy." The agent spat.

Sam reached into the agent's jacket and pulled out a badge. "The I-can-do-whatever-I-want-badge, right?" Sam mocked. "Now, what is Sector Seven?"

"Grew some balls with the giant robots here, did you?" The agent spat.

I walked up and aimed my AK right between the eyes. "What in Merlin's name is Sector Seven, agent?" I commanded coldly. "If not, then I will pull this trigger and the last thing you will see is Death's eyes." I saw him gulp and I smirked.

I felt myself be lifted into the air until I met the pair of bright blue eyes of Optimus Prime.

"Things won't be resolved with violence," he said wisely.

I looked at him, eyes cold with memories. "Then you have no idea how the government works. They use any means necessary, and to get to the governement, you have to do the same bloody thing. That is how humans work on Earth. And here, you can trust nobody." I know that personally, speaking of experience. He looked at me and I crossed my arms, my AK dangling in my hand. "Now if you can set me down, I think you need to take care of Bee."

I snickered at Bee pissing on the agent. Optimus' eyes twinkled.

"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man," he commanded with a tone of humor laced within. Bumblebee looked at his boss innocently before backing off. I saw that face before, and I knew it was up to no good.

I was running down the corridor, looking over my shoulder constently. I smirked as I saw that I had finally lost them. I slowed down into a stride and pulled out my wand and froze before looking down into my hand. It wasn't my wand, oh no, but a twirly twister stick. My eyes narrowed and I looked towards the end and saw the culprits. Their blue eyes twinkled as Fred twirled my wand around his fingers. I scowled at them.

"I'll get you, Weasleys!" They laughed and ran off and I hurried after them.

"We got company!" Jazz called.

"Fuck," I cursed myself for letting my mind wonder. "We got to get out of here!"

Optimus scooped up the kids and Ironhide grabbed me, setting me on his shoulder, getting his cannon on his left armed charged up, even though I had a feeling that he wouldn't be allowed to use it because of Prime. That didn't mean that I couldn't use any of mine on the other hand . . .

I aimed my AK at some of the agents and shot them so they wouldn't be able to be of use, but not kill them. That was not how I rolled unless they were an actual threat. I managed to take out about a dozen agents before I heard a high-pitched chirp and I whipped around and saw Bumblebee on the ground. Several agents were spraying him with freezing guns. I growled lowly and felt a burning hatred burn through my veins.

I dropped my empty AK and took out my glock. I aimed it at an agent's leg and pulled the trigger, the bullet making contact with its target. I faintly heard the kids screaming at them to stop, but I knew that their attempts were futile.

I watched from Ironhide's shoulder as Bumblebee, Mikaela, and Sam were taken away from us. My eyes stung from unshed tears and prayed to anyone that would listen for their safe return.

A/N: I don't know when the next update will be, and yes, I know that this one is really short compared to the others. I'm not too sure what is to happen next, because I actually have nothing written down. So I'm basically going by thought process and instincts. I'm not going to promise not to abandon this, but I am going to try my bes to actually finish this.