Well, this will be a bit different. I am still going to do another Transformers story but this time it will be set in the Transformers Prime series. I may go a little OC with my characters and I hope that my readers will review. Please keep in mind that I do this for fun and a way to get away from a tiring busy day so please don't be too cruel. I wish that I owned these characters but I don't so I will just continue to write for enjoyment only.

The night was quiet as Arcee zoomed across the Nevada desert away from Autobot headquarters. She hated that patrols were now solitary events when before they were always partnered but since Cliffjumper's deactivation there were so few of them left and Optimus worried over all of them but some bot had keep up patrolling or their base might be discovered. Ratchet did his best with the parameter but they could only reach so far.

Arcee cast her headlight out as it touched over the quiet, lone two-lane road. Her motor softly buzzed in her warm chassis as her alt form ate up the lonely solitary miles. How long since she had been in the company of mechs that were not soldiers? How long had it been since she had went out with fellow femmes to have a drink or dance? Those days were long gone along with the fall of their home world and nothing short of a miracle could ever bring it back.

Suddenly, Arcee heard a noise closing in from behind her. She quietly pulled off to the side, though stayed in alt form since there was no cover and waited patiently to see if it was human vehicles or possibly con activity. She waited, keeping calm to force the air to evenly leave her vents and not cause to much speculation to why a lone blue and pink trimmed motorcycle would be parked along the edge of a deserted road out in the middle of nowhere. She tensely waited as a thunderous roar approached and Arcee glanced in her rear mirror lights shining angrily as cars raced by her tearing up the road as they tried to vie for first in place.

"Humans and their desire for speed," Arcee murmured under her breath not noticing the tingling feeling that crouched down her back strut nor listening to the slight ping of danger. She pulled out and started back the way she came careful not to draw attention to herself quickly putting distance between her and the illegal humans. The last thing she needed was a run in with a local sheriff.

Arcee slowed after making sure she was clear of the racers and settled back into her patrol. She couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was about to happen but nothing showed in her sensors so she dismissed it as part of the sudden excitement from encountering the foolish racers. She reached out with her sensors and picking up nothing she once again slowed to a crawl before shifting to her bi-pedal mode while exhaling air from her vents. She looked around the dark quiet desert before walking over to lean against a boulder large enough to support her frame.

"Nightie night!" Was the only thing she heard before a shock prong was taken to the back of her helm and knocking her out.