Transformers: This Is Crazy

Chapter XXXI

Free At Last

Selena's P.O.V.

"I wish I could control time. That way I could have more time to sleep before we got into this mess." I said, folding the clothes I was given from the base camp.

I was extremely tired, with dark bags under my eyelids. A sigh came out of my mouth as I slumped forward, brushing the shirt I was folding off my thighs. It dropped to the floor and I started at it. If the shirt had feelings, I would definitely know what it would be: used and overused.

"Yeah? Well, if I could control time, I would slow it down and replay that time we kissed." Said Sam, sharing googly eyes with Mikaela.

I felt like barfing.

I don't know what happened between them that had caused them to be all lovey-dovey, but, from the way Sam keeps mentioning Mikaela and him kissing, at some point during the whole run-for-your-lives battle at Mission City, they had kissed. Gosh, this was starting to seem like those trashy romance novels where the heroine saves the day and gets the girl of his dreams.

Hello! We just merely escaped death or enslavement from an alien race!

I slumped further forward.

"Cute." Mikaela commented.

The air in the room suddenly got thick with so much sexual tension that I decided to leave at that point or I would barf in disgust.

I hit the pile of clothes we had finished folding accidentally and let it fall down. They could deal with the cleanup.

I left the room but left the door open a bit. Walking down the hallway of the camp dorms, I exited the building, being greeted with the shining rays of the sun. I brought my hand up to my eyebrows, blocking out the sun.

The soldiers stationed here had already been up and moving, doing drills, and working on their assignments. A couple of Sector 7 agents were still here, unfortunately, wearing their oh-so-original uniforms and standing like guard dogs.

But across from camp, where the hangars for planes and other important stuff are held, were the Cybertronians, or more specifically, Optimus Prime and his league of alien superheroes.

Feeling my lips tilt up to a smile, I swiftly made my way over there, walking through a bunch of running cadets. I made sure to not get tangled up with them.

The hangar housing the Autobots was a different one. It had previously been used to house one of the military bases bigger planes but was moved out to accommodate the Autobots. Also, it was nicer than the other hangars, which were very old and full.

I entered the building, skipping my way to Ratchet. My little babies were with him, chatting up a storm to every Autobot they saw. Well, the talking was done more on Kain's part while the other little one followed him around like a lost puppy. It was adorable at first, but I was starting to get jealous.

"Hello." I chirped out to the first Autobot I saw, which was Ironhide. He was sitting on his hide, cleaning one of his big plasma guns with a rag.

I received a "Hmm." in return from ol'-grumpy-yet-hardcore Ironhide.

I tweeted a hello to everyone, even Optimus Prime, who was in his semi form. But Ratchet, Bumblebee, and the kids weren't there. I stood for a whole complete minute wondering where they went, contemplating if I should be worried or not.

"Lookin' for Ratchet and the troublemakers?" Said the small grey Autobot, Jazz.

Jazz was looking much better now. After the battle, he had a couple of wounds, but they were easily treatable, except for one slash mark he received on his left shoulder. As far as I know, he was still healing from it, although he looked fine right now.