I am awesome. That is all.

I don't own Transformers. Or Alien.

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Amy's POV

"WHAT?!" I jumped straight up, Supernova's robot eye flying away from me, landing in the shallow water in front of me. "Supernova?! You're alive?!"

"Of COURSE 'e's alive, otherwise he wouldn'ta gone and blowed hisself up, now would he?" The voice came from the eye that I dropped. Tentatively I picked it up, staring at it.

"Wh-who are you?" The eye shook and split apart, a small, spidery robot taking its place. Six legs, big, creepy eyes, little stabby hands, bright white, it was really weird.

"Name's Scalpel. Now then. LEGGO OF ME!" He yelled so loudly I dropped him into the water, earning an angered grunt from the little robot. "Thank ya. Now, get outta mah way, I got work ta do!" The little thing scuttled away, climbing up onto the big black container, poking at wires and looking under panels. "Good. 'E's still stable. Now, I need ta get alla his pieces togetha, help me out, will you?"

"But I don't even know what you're going to do! Why do you need my help? What's going on?"

"…"

"S-Scalpel?"

"NOW!" The little robot would be spitting in rage if he had spit, so I decided it was better to do what he said rather than piss him off more. I ran off, picking up bits and pieces of Supernova, like armor, and wires, and other things I could carry. I dumped the armful in front of the container, looking up at Scalpel. The little spider-thing looked down at the pile, looked up at me, closed his eyes and sighed.

"All right. Sweetie? I'm gonna need a LOT more than this. I'm tryin' ta fix your friend, so I'll need the big pieces."

"But I can't carry them! They're too bi-"

"GO!" I yelped and ran off, hoping that Scalpel didn't have laser eyes or something. I found a big piece of what looked like and arm, grabbed it and began dragging it over to the lake. It barely moved at all, even though I was using all of my strength. After five minutes I dropped down, having moved the arm about two inches. "WHERE ARE YA WIT THOSE PARTS?!"

"I CAN'T CARRY THEM! THEY'RE TO DAMN BIG, YOU STUPID BUG!" Silence met my words, and I immediately wished I hadn't said anything. He could probably tear me apart from the inside, like in Alien! I heard a scuttling noise, and I prepared for the worst, shutting my eyes.

"Achem." I opened my eyes and looked down. Scalpel was standing there, two weird bits of metal and wires behind him. "I understand that humans are weaker. So I took the liberty of making ya some enhancements. Slip yur little arms inta these, and your strength will be increased tenfold."

"Th-thank you?" I reached over, picking up the robotic arms, all of the worst assumptions flying through my head. "What if he's trying to kill me? What if they explode or come to life and strangle me?" I looked down at the impatient Scalpel and decided that a swift death would be better than risking his fury. I stuck my arm into one of the arms, feeling wires connecting to my skin, my fingers slipping into the robot's fingers. I put the other on, and felt the ends tightening around my biceps. They felt heavy and were very hard to move around, let alone move anything heavy with them.

"Good. Now that ya can't pull 'em offa ya, they can get ta work."
"What do you mean-AAAAAAHHHHHH!" It felt like hundreds of white-hot needles were stabbing into my skin, and any movement just made it worse. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the pain numbed, letting me fall limp on my back. I moaned, rubbing my forehead, and blinked. I could barely move them before, what the hell happened? I sat up, looking at my arms. The metal was melded seamlessly into my arm, and each movement with my arm was as natural as when there wasn't a hundred pounds of metal covering them. It looked like they were longer, giving me gorilla arms. "Wh-what did you do?"
"A simple cybernetic techno-organic transfusion. Temporary, unless I decide otherwise. So don't disappoint me, and GET TA WORK!" He scuttled away, muttering under his breath, and I turned to the huge red arm in front of me. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed it and heaved. Rather than staying completely still, the huge limb rose from the ground and hung above my head, supported by my arms.

So cool!

I worked quickly after that, running around the field, bringing Scalpel more and more pieces, even earning a satisfied grunt when I brought a huge piece of Supernova's chest over. After nearly three hours of work, Scalpel told me to stop, all the necessary pieces having been gathered. There was a small skeleton surrounding the black container, all wires and thin bits of support metal. Kinda like the Terminator, if he was a giant alien robot.

"Awright, one more wire, and he should be operational." Scalpel connected a red wire to the black container, and a bright flash of blue lanced forward, blasting a shrieking Scalpel up and over the body, plunking into the lake. Supernova's body lurched, his one eye snapping open, a gasp coming from his half-built mouth, smoke coming from between the metal lips.

"Wow! What a blast! Yo, Doc! You okay?" For some reason, seeing him lying there, alive and cracking his jokes as usual, made tears come to my eyes. I climbed up onto his chest, using the braces as footholds, and reached up to touch his cheek, causing him to turn his face to me, his eye focusing on me. "Hey there."

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Boom. Done. Pretty sure my longest chapter. Bow down to me, for I am your new God! Relax and enjoy, you pack of whiners! Oh, and accents suck.