"Are you ladiesman217!?" The voice was slightly metallic as it yelled.

"Would you keep it down...?" She muttered, curling tighter in the back seat of the wrecked and shaking car.

"Are you ladiesman217!? Where is eBay item 21153!? The glasses! Where are the-"

"Would you shut the hell up!?" She darted from the backseat of the car, glaring up at angry red lights. "I'm trying to sleep! In case you hadn't noticed!"

It took her a few moments, sleep-fogged brain registering the teen male staring at her on the windshield of the car, edging away and the towering, black and white robot that was snarling at her.

"That probably wasn't the smartest idea..." The raven haired girl scrambled backwards, nearly tripping over a lead pipe that was lying around before bolting.

The robot let out an angry roar, charging after her as she scrambled away, leaving the male on the hood of the car.

The male on the hood of the car stared with wide eyes as they ran, chest moving with jerky breaths. He blinked, slid down off the hood, and fell on his face in his attempts to get away from the area as fast as he possibly could.

"You fragging glitch!" Barricade roared, snatching the thin human up none too carefully.

"GAHHHHH! PUT ME DOWN!" She paused having been lifted higher. "You know what...never mind. DON'T LET ME GO! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! I've done some pretty stupid things –like running in front of a train- but this takes the cake! I'm too young to die!"

Barricade narrowed his optics at her, dampening his audio receptors in case she let out another shrill shriek.

"You're creepy, man." The pale woman laughed, practically falling against his metal hand as she swayed. "But I'm probably hallucinating again. No big deal."

"You've cost me the glasses, you fragging little glitch." He snarled, squeezing the little insect in his hand. "I shall kill you and then return for the boy."

The woman gasped, sucking in air as Barricade squeezed, enjoying the slow movements of torture.

"I'll help you! Just don't kill me!" Barricade snorted at her desperate exclamation, pausing in his movements.

"You are tiny and organic. What can you do that could possibly help me?!"

"Exactly!" She struggled to breathe, flushing slightly. "I'm human, and you're a robot."

"Decepticon."

"Yeah, a Decepti-whatever." She waved her hand. "But you can't go places I can! I could probably sneak into 'Ladiesman's' house, steal the glasses and then give them to you!"

"Frenzy can do that." The police Saleen resumed his slow killing.

"I can be of help to you! I know a mechanics! I worked in worked in a auto shop! "

"We are lacking a medic at the moment. Upon his revival Lord Megatron might need maintenance, no matter how small. However, you're still a squishy organic."

"I can get the little things! Like the gears and stuff your big hands can't! I can help you! I promise!"

Barricade struggled a moment, debating silently whether to kill her or not. The offer of maintenance kept appearing and the calculations that ran through his head indicated that it would be far more beneficial to have her than not.

"You still cost me those glasses. I must have them before the Autobots."

"Glasses? What glasses?" The girl stretched out on his hand. "Oh, the ones from Ladiesman? Yeah, you failed on that. Nice try."

Barricade grumbled, folding in on himself and he revved his engine once he was in his alt mode. He had no idea why he didn't just squish the organic on sight, especially after she had insulted him. But he did need maintenance, and so would Starscream, once Megatron was defrosted. But Barricade didn't care about Starscream.

She blinked as she landed on the leather seats, bouncing several times.

"Don't move or touch me more than you have to." Barricade snarled through the radio, and Frenzy clicked several times.

"Who is that organic femme?" The smaller Decepticon whistled and clicked in Cybertronian.

"She's going to fix Megatron after he's defrosted. We're going to get the glasses."

"Kill the boy?" The minicon seemed excited.

"Go ahead. The organic femme; search her up. Make sure her creators weren't military."

"Conducting search on organic." Frenzy typed furiously on the laptop in the middle of the car while Barricade zipped through traffic.

"Search successful; femme's designation: Axelle Carbonneau. Age: Eighteen. Wanted for theft in the American states of Nevada, Oregon, and Manitoba. Ran away at age sixteen. Creators; Jessica Gold and Simone Carbonneau. Femme Creator worked for Walmart until she had first sparkling, and works at a 'Dairy Queen'. Simone Carbonneau works for a large advertising agency. Background check clear."

:: Barricade, have you located the glasses?!::

The police Saleen wanted to slam on his brakes and hide somewhere far away from Starscream's annoying voice processor.

::Barricade, do you forget who your master is? Answer me!::

::Megatron is my leader.:: Barricade shot back, voice neutral.

::Did you get the fragging glasses?!:: The lieutenant screeched

::Glasses not located.:: Frenzy perked up, and Barricade let his minion handle Starscream.

The girl, Axelle, stared out the window and hummed quietly to herself. Had Barricade been in his bi-pedal form, he would have rolled his eyes.

I would like to thank Miss Slenderpanties, from the bottom of my deep dark heart, for Beta-ing this. And for putting up with the multitude of spelling and grammar errors.