We now return to the Transformers...

The morning sun came to shine its light into Sour Sweet's bedroom, shining over the yellow-paled and freckled girl. The sound of her alarm clock woke her up, followed by the light from the sun flashed into her eyes, making her eyes wince.

"Awwwww... time to get up already?", Sour whined.

Looking behind her, she saw the open turquoise eyes of her partner, who gave her a heartwarming smile.

"Morning sweetness," Smallfoot smiled.

Sour smiled and kissed her neck, "Morning my big rig."

Smallfoot let Sour go so she could get out of the bed, and she stepped out as well. The two of them moved close and Smallfoot gave Sour a passionate kiss on the lips, wrapping her arms around her while Sour wrapped her arms around her neck.

"Did you sleep okay?" Smallfoot asked.

"Yep," Sour grinned.

After gazing into each other's eyes, Smallfoot let Sour to go tidy herself up and to get dressed. Today was a school day, and she needed to get herself ready. Plus, it would have been rude to be in her room while she was changing. She wasn't going to stare at her like that, that was rude.

She rushed downstairs and was met with the smell of fresh bacon and pancakes. The senses alone made her mouth water. Walking into the kitchen, she could see Lemon Zest making breakfast for them.

"Morning Lemon," Smallfoot said.

"Morning... Big Rig," Lemon joked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"You don't get to call me that. The only person who can call me that is my girlfriend, and no one else. You don't earn that right. Kay?"

Lemon giggled, "Okay, okay... Where is Sour anyway?"

"She's getting dressed. And I assume the rest of you have gotten dressed as well?"

"Sugarcoat's changing in the bathroom in your basement, Sunny Flare's in the bathroom on this floor, and Indigo's just sitting in the living room in her PJs finding a good TV show to start the morning."

Smallfoot nodded, "So I see... anyways, what do you got cookin?"

Lemon looked back to the stove, "Eggs, bacon, waffles, toast, pancakes, sausages, spam, spam, spam... eggs and spam, eggs bacon sausage and spam, spam, eggs, bacon, and spam... spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam and spam... and a rotisserie with a side of bacon and spam."

Smallfoot gave Lemon a deranged look, "You're cooking a rotisserie chicken at...", Smallfoot checked her watch on her wrist, "6:20 in the morning?"

"Yep!"

Smallfoot blinked, "Do you really have that much time to cook that? You guys have to be school around 8:00, do you really have that much time?"

Lemon Zest paused for a moment and looked at the clock that was on the stove. She then glanced to the instruction card that was laid out for the chicken. "Hmm... Yeah you're right, this was a waste of my time."

Lemon Zest grabbed the chicken that was on the plate, ready to get rid of it.

"Okay, just whatever you do, don't throw it out the window. I'm planning on spending my time in the backyard--"

Lemon didn't finish listening for she tossed the plate with the chicken to the trashcan, throwing it like a frisbee. But she failed to aim properly, and so the plate ended up going straight through the glass door that led to the backyard. Shards of glass shattered on the ground, and some of it shattered over to where Smallfoot and Lemon's feet were.

"... pulling shards of glass out of my bloody feet."

Lemon chuckled hesitantly and rubbed the back of her head.

"S-Sorry..."

"Don't be. It just means now Sour's going to be blamed, and her father's going to yell at her. As if she wasn't hiding enough information from her," Smallfoot groaned.

"No, don't. I'll pay for the damages, I'll give him a call to tell him I'm gonna pay for the glass door," Lemon protested.

Smallfoot just scrunched her face and rubbed the top of her eyebrows with her fingers.

"This is just perfect...", Smallfoot sneered.

Just around the corner came Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat who were all dressed and ready to leave.

"What was that?" Sunny asked.

"Lemon just broke Sour's window... with a rotisserie chicken."

Sugarcoat raised a brow, "She tossed it out the window, didn't she?"

"Yep."

"Thought so."

"And now I have to distract Sour so she won't see it. Lemon's just lucky I was going to show her something that she's going to be extremely focused on. But first thing's first... I got to get back into my real body..."

Smallfoot rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare standing while Lemon attempted to sweep the glass into a dustpan.

Sour Sweet finally came down the stairs in her regular clothes, attracted by the smells of her breakfast calling to her. She wanted waffles and bacon, and she wanted it now. Today, she wore something a bit more casual than the usual clothes she would wear. Most of the time nowadays, she would wear something fancy for her girlfriend even though Smallfoot liked Sour just the way she was, but that didn't mean she stood in the way of her decisions.

Today she wore blue short jeans, with pink tennis shoes, and a green tank top. Her hair stayed tied to the back of her head

"Sunny? Where's Smallfoot?" Sour asked.

"Oh she's waiting for you in the garage. She wanted to switch her body back to her Guardian form, and she's waiting for you."

"Oooh... okay," Sour excitedly said.

Sour opened the door and entered inside the messy garage. There were boxes lying around with a few scribbled labels all in marker, there were two bikes hanging from the ceiling, a washer and dryer on the right side of the door, and there were a few more boxes lying around. And right in the middle of the garage was Smallfoot back in her real body, but in vehicular form.

"Hey baby, you wanted to see me?"

"I wanted to show you your second birthday gift from me," Smallfoot said.

"Oooh! So... what is it?"

"First thing's first... can you please open the garage door? I can't exactly convert inside your house."

"Oh, of course!"

Sour moved over to the front of the garage and entered in a key code to open up the garage door. The door began to slide itself up, reaching to the top of the garage. In the driveway, was a strange object covered by a messy gray tarp.

"Smallfoot, what did you get me?", Sour said in a silly tone.

Smallfoot slowly pulled out of the garage, trying to pull onto the driveway. As soon as she had a far enough distance, she converted herself back into her mech form and stood before her.

"Okay. This was a little late... but I think its worth it. I know there are times when I can't help you go to place to place, so I whipped up a little something to help you go from town to town in the event that I'm not around."

Smallfoot gripped the tarp and ripped it off, revealing the hidden machine that it covered. The tarp revealed a red sparkling, shiny, old red vehicle which made Sour gasp. The fins that stood out from the back, the sleek red paint, the clean chrome that glittered in her eyes, the whitewall wheels that looked like delectable minty cookies, and the slender white top that covered the car. This car looked absolutely wonderful. But that wasn't all the car had. There were two headlights on each side of the vehicle, along with a strong grille in the middle, with a singular V shaped ornament in the middle of the grille. And just above the V ornament, there was a tiny metal tag on top with a singular word, reading as 'Sour'.

"Baby, this looks amazing... did you make this?"

Smallfoot nodded, "With a... little bit of help from Wheeljack. I wanted to bring you a vehicle that reminded you of some of your favorite things. I'm sorry it took so late but--"

"I love it...", Sour whispered.

"Y-You do?"

"I love it!" Sour cheered. She lept up to the mech, trying to give her a hug. Smallfoot just smiled and picked her up so she could give her a proper hug.

"Baby, I love it! I... I don't even know how to thank you," Sour said.

"Don't. You're worth it babe," Smallfoot smiled.

Sour's cheeks turned red as red velvet cake, making Smallfoot giggle.

"You're cute when you blush," Smallfoot said.

"Stop it," Sour jokingly said as she lightly punched her grille guard, "Ooh, ow. That's hard."

"But there's something else I want you to see with this. Something I made just in case you're around people who are being jerks... and Decepticons."

"What's that?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot looked to the right and pointed to the metallic chest that was sitting on the ground. And on that chest were two handles for Sour's hands to grip.

"Grip the handles, and and stretch them out. Stretch your arms out."

"Um... what?" Sour asked.

"Just trust me, it's okay."

Sour looked back to the metal chest on the ground and slowly walked towards it. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. After all, this was something her girlfriend had made for her, surely it would be alright.

She crouched down to look at the strange box which was starting to look more machine as she walked towards it. There was some glowing neon colors on some of the sides, and the entire mold was shiny just like the car.

She gulped and gripped the handles that were sticking out the sides of the box. Doing what her girlfriend suggested, she pulled hard, and the machine began to activate. She stood still and watched as it began to change its shape. It threw itself onto Sour, and began wrapping itself around her.

"Uh... Smallfoot? What did you have me do?"

"Hang on...", Smallfoot said.

As Sour looked around her body, she did start to notice a new change. The machine was starting to wrap itself around her, but it wasn't crushing her. It looked like it was forming armor. The arms were looking bigger and blocky, big metallic gloves applied onto her hands, and metal armor began to coat her legs.

The machine's armor kept on wrapping itself around her, until finally a helmet began to transform itself onto Sour's head, covering her entire face and skull. Inside the helmet, she could see energy gauges, radar screens, energy readings, and a map of where she was.

"Whoa... this is so cool...", Sour said inside the helmet.

She turned herself around, and she stared up at Smallfoot who was standing outside. The screen inside her helmet scanned her girlfriend with a blue highlight, and it read her name inside her helmet.

"How did you make this babe?"

"Wheeljack's help. I thought maybe you would like something to use as an extra measure of protection in the event that I'm unable to help you. And it comes with a special feature... See the little red button that's right on the side of your finger?"

Sour looked at her hand where her main finger was and saw a red button positioned near it. She hit her thumb on the control and her suit began to change shape. The metal began to unfold her arms and it began to grow bigger and bigger. The suit wasn't isolating her body, but instead it was starting to change its shape. The outside looked like it was beginning to look like a head, as a pair of horns emerged, a purple visor folded out along with a pink mask. But the inside was another story.

Inside, Sour could see everything unfold to look like an small control center. A chair began to extend out, and she sat down in it. Joysticks, keyboards, and more buttons that were glowing.

"Whoa... Smallfoot this is incredible...", Sour gasped.

Sour soon shook around in her chair as she felt the head unit began to swoop up into the air, carrying her as she sat in the chair. She watched through the screen as she flew up, until the head turned itself around and dropped down, slamming onto something.

She hit a few controls, and she noticed something. She was a little high off the ground, but not only that, she looked like she was part of a mech body. An image on the screen displayed the design of her suit which looked very much like a regular Transformer. The grille had formed the chest, while the car doors hung on her back. The back taillights and tailgate formed the feet, and wheels were hanging onto her shoulders. Sour Sweet was in possession of a suit that she could operate on her own, so now she could go into battle and fight against the Decepticons.

She was about to speak until she heard a voice speak inside. A voice that sounded just like her girlfriend.

Headmaster Unit #8; Connected. Welcome, Sour Sweet.

Sour's hands cupped her mouth as she held back a scream of delight. This thing was made just for her!

"How did you get your voice to work in the controls?" Sour asked.

"I wanted to give you a little reminder that I was always with you, even when I'm not around," Smallfoot said.

On the outside, Smallfoot watched as Sour slowly began to work the controls. Including the head which looked towards her.

"Baby, this is amazing... I love it!"

"Thanks, Sour. Now, I know the controls are going to be a little difficult at first, but I had Wheeljack design them so--"

Smallfoot didn't finish for at that moment, Sour's suit wrapped her arms around Smallfoot and lifted her up in a big hug and swung her around in a circle.

"I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it!" Sour cheered like a little girl.

The mech put Smallfoot down, and it stood still for a moment. Before Smallfoot could say anything, the mech's head unit flew out from its socket, and the body changed its shape back into the vehicle it had disguised in.

Sour's helmet folded itself off to reveal that sweet face and she lept up at Smallfoot to hug her. Smallfoot smiled and she raised her up so she could hug her in a better place, so she could smell the sweet scent of cherries from her hair. Smallfoot listened close and she could hear Sour relaxing as she hugged her.

"Thank you...", was all that Sour whispered.

Smallfoot just giggled and nuzzled her cheek.

"Happy birthday, my beautiful sweetness."

Meanwhile, back out in space, the pirate ship nicknamed the Verano was still traveling towards Earth through hyperspace. It hadn't even made it to the destination yet, so it meant the crew had plenty of time to kill.

Everyone sat in their stationed chairs in the main bridge as their vessel continued to move on its course. But they were quickly starting to get bored. Road Rage kept spinning around in her chair, Overload plucked little strands of dirt and other substances off of his hammer, and Scatterspike was rubbing her back with one of the quills she plucked. She had found a spot on her that was itching her like crazy, and she wanted it to go away.

Shadelock scratched his chin for a moment thinking. What could they do while still traveling?

"Hey, how about we take a look at who's down on Earth. Roughedge, you did hack the Cybertron Elite Guard database to see who's down on Earth with Optimus Prime right?"

"And the prisoner manifest containing the list of names of every prisoner that was on board the Alchemor," Roughedge replied.

Road Rage shared a look with Scatterspike and Overload, giving shrugs to one another. They had nothing else to do, maybe it wouldn't hurt to see what they had to keep their eyes out for.

The three gathered around Shadelock's chair, along with Roughedge and Forewing as they all moved close to see the screen.

"Okay, lets see what Autobots we need to look out for," Shadelock replied.

He hit his fingers on the control and started hitting a button constantly, swifting through the various warriors profiles that appeared on the screen.

"So we know Optimus Prime is leading the team on Earth, and he's accompanied by some of the lifeforms on that planet. They call them humans. We need to avoid contact with them, and we can't be spotted."

"But who is on board with Optimus's team? Currently, I mean?"

"Well...", Roughedge said as he moved his hands to type on the computer, "Gathering information from when they first set out in space, along with the recent news of a bunch of Autobot warriors leaving Cybertron to go to Optimus Prime's team... They have an army, essentially. This is no small team. With the Autobots they've got, its safe to say they'll easily annihilate us all if they see us. Especially you Overload, Shadelock."

The two exchanged nods to each other.

"So basically...", Shadelock tried squeezing past the scrunched space, "Basically we avoid them at all costs, just keep our focus on the task at hand."

"So who's on board?", Scatterspike asked.

"Well, lets take a look. Just warning you all, the manifest listed them all in alphabetical order. Lets see...", Shadelock typed on the screen. Once everyone confirmed they were ready, Shadelock began to go through the list.

"We've got to keep our eyes out for Ace, Air Raid, Arcee, Baron Von Joy, Beachcomber, Bent Wing, Blades, Blaster, Bluestreak, Blurr, Bolt, Brawn, Bullseye, Bumblebee..."

Shadelock kept on hitting a single button, and the group watched as the pictures kept sliding through the various Autobots that had joined the crew. All of them could barely comprehend the fact that so many warriors had joined Optimus's crew in the first place.

"...Hans-Cuff, Heatseeker, Highbrow, Hotspot, Hound, Huffer, Ironhide, Jazz, Knockout..."

Road Rage scrunched the top of her helmet and stared at the list with wide eyes. How could there be so many warriors? How could Optimus even get all of these people onto one spaceship? Where did even find half of these bots?

"... Sandstorm, Searchlight, Scratch, Sideswipe, Silverbolt, Skydive, Slag, Slingshot, Sludge, Smallfoot, Smokescreen, Snarl--"

"Wait... go back," Road Rage interrupted.

"What?"

"Go back to the last one," Road Rage asked.

"Okay..."

Shadelock moved the slide back to the last screen, revealing Smallfoot's profile picture. The profile showed her full body moving in a 360 style, along with some text on the right reading her strengths and abilities, and a few separate pictures of just headshots. Road Rage just gasped when she realized who the Bot was that she was facing.

"No..."

The others turned to look at the fembot with concern.

"Everything... okay?" Forewing hissed.

"Um..."

"Road Rage, are you alright?"

Road Rage had no expression left on her face except for distress. Without saying a word, she just left the main bridge, leaving the crew behind to stare in confusion.

"... Did we say somethin' to offend her again?" Scatterspike asked.

"I don't believe we did," Roughedge replied.

Road Rage had ran off into her sleeping quarters with her metallic body was shaking. Her fists were clenched tightly, she grit her teeth together, and she breathed heavily. She was trying her hardest not to scream at the top of her lungs, to let the others know about how she felt.

Instead, she slided her back against the wall, and fell down, landing on her behind. She scrunched her face with her pale fingers and rubbed the top of her left eyebrow with her other fingers.

"Just... perfect...", Road Rage groaned.

She banged her head against the back of the metallic cover that stuck out her back that split her wings. She rested her head back for a brief second when she heard a knock on her door.

"Road Rage? May I come in?"

"Uh, sure come on in."

The door slided open, bringing light into the dark room. The mech that entered in was the same scarred Decepticon with glowing blue neon in some of his limbs.

"Road Rage, is everything okay?", Overload asked.

Road Rage shook her head slowly, but she didn't look back to the Decepticon. Overload just sat down and leaned against the wall, right next to Road Rage. He looked to her face and noticed she was biting her lip.

"Did we say something to offend you?"

She shook her head and she buried her head in her arms. Overload just frowned and patted her wing.

"Well, what's wrong?"

Road Rage sighed and raised her head back up. From the corner of her eye, a little bit of golden liquid was seen forming near the side. Overload just moved a finger and wiped the golden tear.

"That girl... Smallfoot. I know her...", Road Rage sighed heavily.

"You want me to slaughter her?"

"No!", Road Rage exclaimed, "Ahem, I mean, no. Please don't slaughter her."

"Well, what did she do?"

"Its not what she did... its what I did."

Overload raised a brow, "Huh?"

Road Rage sighed, "Look, um... there are some things that I never told you, or Scatterspike, or any of you guys on this ship. I sort of had a... well... um... relationship."

"Oh, well who was the guy?" Overload asked.

Road Rage didn't reply, but instead she looked away in shame. Overload immediately caught on.

"Oh! Or girl, I'm not judging you. You know I'm not going to judge you, right?"

"Are you sure?"

Overload cupped the side of Road Rage's face, moving her so she could look to Overload. He moved his hand away and patted her shoulder with a friendly smile.

"I promise I won't judge you. Just tell me what happened."

Road Rage took a deep breath to calm herself, gathering all of her thoughts together so she could speak. When she finally calmed down, she worked up the courage to tell Overload the truth. She explained what she knew, what she knew about Smallfoot, and retold everything that she had been through in the past. But in between her explanations, she kept trying to hold back tears that welled up in her eyes just from how much pain she felt within her heart, and her mind.

Overload was nothing but shocked when he listened to what she had said.

"Wow... Road Rage, I am so sorry to hear that. I didn't know that's what happened between you two...", Overload said.

Road Rage sniffled, "Its okay. You didn't know. But... all I know is, I can't face her again... if I do, its just gonna remind me of what happened not too long ago..."

Overload patted her wing, "Well maybe we can avoid her. Since we're in possession of a wide array of gadgets and equipment, this mission should be easy. We just avoid Optimus and the Autobots... including the organics, and we'll be okay."

"But the organics are sided with them, we can't exactly hide among them. Especially since we bare those...", Road Rage pointed to the visible Decepticon marks that were on Overload's door wings.

"We can blend... but maybe you don't need to."

"Huh?"

"Your Autobot logo may be clawed out, but it's visible for all of us to see. If the organics don't suspect a thing, you can walk around them without any issue... that is if they're aware of the Autobots."

"I rather not stoop down to exposing myself," Road Rage snapped.

"Its just something to think about, that's all I'm saying," Overload protested.

"I'll think about it. But... until we get off this planet, I don't want to see her and I would like to ask that you Bots... and Cons to please not bring her up whenever we talk? Please?"

Overload just smiled, "I promise. And I also promise I won't go and attack her."

Road Rage had a hopeful smile in her eyes, "T-Thank you..."

Overload nodded and patted her shoulder, "So... I think I'm gonna go do some combat training. You want to join me? I know a new course we could try."

Road Rage thought for a moment and gave a smile.

"I would like that."

The two mechs slowly rose up and got back on their feet, stretching their legs and arms. Overload opened the door, and allowed Road Rage to leave first. The two bots exited the room and began to wander the darkly lit, poorly constructed, and barely put together cruiser to go down to the combat training center.

"I'm going to say this though, I find it insane that Optimus Prime has that many warriors on Earth. It sounds like he's taken up half of the Autobots," Overload said.

"Trust me Overload, with the Bots I've seen, there are far more that you don't even know."

"Like who? Give me one name that isn't with Optimus's crew."

Road Rage paused for a moment, "Well... he doesn't have me."

Overload laughed, "But you're not an Autobot."

"Okay, okay... he doesn't have Springer, that's one right there. Oh, he doesn't have Perceptor either! Nor Tork, Tri-Trak, Twistor, Throttle, Apollo, Ultra Magnus, Rodimus Prime, Sentinel Prime, Defendor... Ooh, forgot Cloudrakker and Fastlane! There was also Kup, Jetfire, Drift, Roadbuster, Topspin, Leadfoot, Bulkhead, Omega Supreme, Sky High, Quickswitch, Gunrunner, Kick Off, Crosshairs, Sureshot, Pointblank, Chromedome, Hardhead, Brainstorm..."

The Transformers will return after these messages...

Author's Note

Some more fluff for a bit. And as for why I didn't explain with what happened near the end there, I'm saving it for much later. Better to find out later than now.

As always, I hope you enjoyed it, and have a wonderful day!