Attention humanoid inhabitants of this planet,

I cannot tell you what a great honor it is to be amongst you. I realize that you may find me to be a bit intimidating, however I assure I have no intention of doing harm. I'm afraid I am in need of assistance, you see I've been kidnapped by one of your kind, a very unique young female with a feline companion. They are known as designation Lydia The Radish and designation Tibs the cat. I am writing this, in hope that my friend Bumblebee will find it, knowing as I do his fondness for fan fiction. Bee, if you are out there, please inform Optimus Prime that I will require rescue.

Thank you for your time,

Autobot Designation Perceptor.

Poor, poor Perceptor. I really didn't mean to hold him hostage! Really I didn't! But, he's helping me with my biology 12 class... Biology is hard damnit! It's just until the end of the semester, I promise!Well, maybe two... I have to take Trigonometry next semester and I could use some help...Yeah, imagine that, little miss nutcase is a student at UCLA. Get ready, here's the funny part. Would you believe I'm a psychology major?

I was also diagnosed with Bi Polar Depression when I was 14. Talk about the blind leading the blind huh?

Oh, Ratchet says if you catch him off shift you can hug him... Aw!

Chapter 13- Going to the doctor is scary!

"SQUEAK! Stop struggling and hold still!"

"NO! NO NO NO NO!"

Ratchet scowled as the youngling on his table kicked the syringe out of his hand, sending it skittering across the floor. Sighing heavily he looked down at her. "Please Squeak, this will only take a moment, I promise."

She looked up at him angrily. "NO! NO SHOTS!"

Ratchet raised an optic ridge at her, remembering the day, not so long ago, when those same words came out of a certain bright yellow scout who still feared his rust vaccine. Thinking for a minute, he decided to try a different tactic. Grinning he pretended to knock a data pad onto the floor. As he bent down to grab it, he scooped up the syringe, hiding it in his left hand. Sighing he continued to talk to the tantruming youngling.

"You know, rust is a horrible disease Squeak. You need to be vaccinated against it. I know your scared, but I give you my word, I will be quick about it."

As he spoke, he edged closer. When he was finally in position, he sent Ironhide a signal. On cue, the weapons specialist crashed through the med bay doors, cannons charging loudly. "UNHAND MY YOUNGLING RATCHET!"

Just as Ratchet hoped, Squeaks looked up at her gaurdian, a look of relief on her face. Quickly, he slid the needle into her neck, injecting the vaccine and pulling the needle out without her even knowing it. In the same motion, he released Squeaks, pretending to be intimidated.

Squeak dashed across the med bay, leaping into Ironhide's arms. Ironhide cuddled her, shooting Ratchet a look. Ratchet held up the now empty syringe and Ironhide grinned, carrying the now vaccinated youngling out of the med bay.

"I WANNA SEE MY BROTHERS NOW!"

"No."

"Hide'Hide, pretty pretty please, I'm worried... "

Ironhide looked down at Squeak's famous pouty face and grinned. "Not going to work. You three are grounded. Prime's orders."

"But.."

"No. But, I have something better."

"NO! I WANT MY TWINS NOW!"

Ironhide shrugged and turned, heading out of the rec room. He called over his shoulder "I guess you don't want to learn how to transform then."

He hid his grin as he felt a familiar ball of silver slammed into his leg, her little arms clinging tightly as she stood on his foot and looked up at him, all traces of her tantrum gone. "You want somethin Squeak?"

She smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Magic word?"

"Paaaahleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?"

Ironhide nodded and headed out the door, letting her cling to his leg and catch a ride.

-20 minutes later-

"Ok kiddo. Focus.What is the first rule of transformation?"

"You can only take an alt form equivalent to your mass."

"Very good. Rule two?"

"You can only take an alt form equivalent to your specs."

"You got it. I think we're ready."

Ironhide's deep blue optics rested on the youngling as she looked at the little girls bike in front of her. It was hot pink, with rainbow pom poms on the handlebars and white pedals. Bumblebee had borrowed it from Sam's six year old cousin. Squeak regarded it with a serious expression on her face.

"I wanna be a jet"

Ironhide grinned "Way to think big, but your not ready for a form upgrade and until you are, your gonna have to stick with this. Come on, give it a try."

Taking a deep breath, Squeak willed herself to be the form in front of her. As her transcanner kicked in for the first time she shivered as the strange sensation that was transformation gripped her.

"Just let it flow..."

Nodding, she relaxed, sliding into her new form. The world looked strange, as if she was watching it on a screen instead of seeing it with her own eyes. Immediately she panicked. The moment she panicked, she began to move, flying forward towards the wall with a scream. Strong metal hands lifted her off the ground as her tires spun, preventing a collision.

"Not bad runt! Not bad at all. Now, do the same thing in reverse."

Squeak shivered as she slowly unfolded, finding herself laying face down on the floor. Ironhide chuckled. "Eventually, you'll learn how to push yourself onto your feet while you transform but for now, you did great. I remember Bee's first transformation. What a mess that was..."

"What happened Hide'Hide?"

"Poor kid popped a transformation cog and got stuck halfway. We had to undo him one piece at a time. By hand. Boy was Ratchet pissed."

"Isn't he always pissed?"

"Only when people are stupid."

Squeak instantly vanished into thin air as Ratchet entered the room.

The sound of tiny feet scampering down the hallway and Ironhide's deep rumbling laugh was the only reply.