Ok. I know, you want to shoot me for starting two other fic's without finishing Squeak. I will finish Squeak, I promise. However! I have a request! OMG! Yeah, isn't this cool? Ok, I'M FREAKING THE HELL OUT! Yeah. FIRE! HELP! FIRE EVERYWHERE! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! The fires in LA haven't reached my house yet, but just to be safe my hubby and I are staying with my bestest friend Chandra in Riverside. Updates may be sporadic. I have my laptop and Chandra has WiFi, so I should be ok... So, my best friend Chandra wants a fan fic written about her. You asked for it Chandra :D You know how you keep saying you wish you could find yourself a man? Well. I found one for you...Honestly, I can't imagine any other autobot for you. Thanks for letting us have your basement babe, you rock. For all the victims of the horrible fire in Southern California, our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Ok, I know nothing about the military. Nadda. Most of this stuff is made up... Don't yell at me, please? I'm suffering from smoke inhalation.

Chapter One- First Impressions...

"Sergeant First Class Chandra Baker, Elite Weapons Specialist, US Navy Seals, reporting for duty sir!"

William Lennox smiled at the slender black woman saluting crisply in front of him and shot a look at the two way mirror across the room and winking, knowing the being watching from behind it was no doubt wanting to blow something up.

There had only been twelve out of the two hundred and twenty-six dossier's he had shown the old mech that hadn't been thrown into the air and blown into dust, one at a time. None of the four previous soldier's interviewed had made it past the second phase of testing before Ironhide had bluntly told them off. William was starting to get concerned.

He was being deployed in less then a month and he wanted to make sure everything was in place before he had to leave for a 14 month tour of duty in Iran. Since Sarah had died of breast cancer five years ago, it was just him, his truck and his now nine year old daughter.

A nine year old daughter that needed more then just Ironhide to watch over her while he was away. Having the secretary of defense owe you a favor for saving the world had its benefits. Having to run each candidate through a cranky old mech was a pain in the ass. Still, it would be Ironhide who had to deal with her and he wouldn't trust anyone else with his daughter. Sighing, he sat down

"At ease. I'm Commander William Lennox, US Intelligence. I've read your file. You graduated first in your class with honors from the Cambridge Military Academy in London, correct?"

"Yes sir."

He nodded, impressed. Cambridge was one of the best schools in the world. "You entered the Marine Corps at 19 and became a Navy Seal at 23, correct?"

"Yes sir."

He smiled. "How are you with kids?"

She blinked, a hint of surprise crossing her face. "I'm the oldest of six sir. I like kids."

"Follow me." He got up, leading her to the warehouse, where there was a table lined with 112 different guns, everything from a .22 pistol to a rocket launcher. This part of the test had been Ironhide's idea. Chandra stared. William was pleased to see that unlike all the others, instead of an expression of confusion, her face was a mask of barely hidden glee.

"Do you like guns?"

She nodded a little too eagerly and grinned "I'm a weapons specialist sir. Of course I like guns."

"Your going to hate them when this is over. This test is to see just how much you know about them. You will dismantle, clean, put back together and fire every gun on this table. You will be judged on accuracy, speed and above all, marksmanship."

Chandra's grin widened. "Yes sir!"

Four hours later, she fired off the rocket launcher, beaming with pride at the expression her commanding officer's face as it hit right on its mark. This was in the bag. She had known it the minute she saw the table.

William grinned. He wanted to see the expression on his friend's face. Chandra had not only broken every record there was, she had done it with the same gleeful grin that Ironhide got on his face whenever he got to show off his cannons.

"Well done! What do you know about the terrorist attack on Mission City eight years ago?"

Chandra's face fell. "Lost a brother to it sir. Airman 1st Class Dominick Baker. He was flying one of the Black Hawks called in for the retrieval of a civilian with precious cargo. He was shot down just before he was able to complete his mission. We were not briefed on the details of the attack."

William winced. He wondered if she knew that he had been the one who called in the retrieval order. Answering his question, she spoke, her voice brimming with pride. "You couldn't have called in a better pilot sir."

William nodded "Excuse me a moment." Walking briskly to the door on leading to the observation room where Ironhide waited he entered, closing the door behind him. Deep blue optics met his eyes. He leaned heavily against the door with a sigh, regaining his composure. Ironhide's voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"It wasn't your fault Will."

Will looked up at his friend and nodded. "I know."

"Bring her in."

William stiffened in surprise. She hadn't even finished phase one of the testing yet. "Are you sure?"

Ironhide grinned sheepishly. "She reminds me of Bumblebee."

William banged his head on the door. "Primus help us..."

Ironhide chuckled as Will left to give the femme outside what had been fondly dubbed "The Optimus Speech".

To her credit, Chandra didn't laugh at him.

Ironhide grinned at the expression on her face when William pulled open the cargo door and she saw him standing there, arms crossed over his chest. "Chandra, this is Ironhide. He's been overseeing the entire interview and decided he wanted to meet you."

To the surprise of both, Chandra took a moment to get over the complete shock of seeing a giant alien robot, then managed a crisp salute. "Sir... Assuming you are a sir."

Ironhide laughed. "Do I look female to you?"

She blushed "No sir."

William could tell this was going to be the start of a beautiful relationship.