Christmas aboard the nemesis!

Why your optic so great

I hit Starscream's pedes then land on my back giggling.

"Amy," Starscream said. "Why are you in the training room?"

"Knock Out!" I said, in-between my laughter rolling on the floor.

"Knock Out did what?" Starscream asks.

"He's—" I cry in between my laughs. "Reading a One Direction Fan Fic!"

Starscream's optics went wide.

"You didn't," Starscream said.

I wipe away my tears of joy.

"I did!" I said,nodding.

"His poor optics," Starscream said, shaking his helm.

"Yesss," I said, getting upright wiping off a tear. "Sorry for interrupting your practice."

Starscream is staring down at me.

"Did you just apologize to me?" Starscream asks.

"Uh yeah," I said.

"You never apologize to me!" Starscream said. "If ever; never."

"Sure I do," I said.

"No, you don't," Starscream said.

"Do too," I argue back.

"This is the first time you have apologized to me, and I have a record of it in my processor," Starscream said, tapping on the side of his helm. "Time stamps, recordings, and back up memory."

"I take back my apology then," I said, sticking my tongue out. "Bye Mrs Hannigan!"

I flee and hear the laser blasts strike the floor eventually one sent me flying into another room where Breakdown is singing while cleaning his armor using a stick with a white fluffy part covered in soap. I get up hearing Breakdown's totally deep voiced classic song. I totally did not know Breakdown can sing this well!

I clap my hands.

"Wooho!" I cheer. "Bravo,bravo,bravo, that is brilliant!"

"Out of my quarters!" Breakdown said, shaking the stick at me and splatters of soap land on me.

Knock Out came running in covering his optics.

"My optics!" Knock Out screeches. "They burn!" Knock Out grabs the stick with a fluffy part soaked in soap out of BreakDown's servos and began applying it into his optics. "I must clean my optics!"

"Knock Out," Breakdown said. "Are you okay?"

"I read the most horrible story with the cruelest form of Stockholm syndrome featuring Harry Styles and a underage human being!" Knock Out declares. I made my exit running out of the room. "I must clean my mind of this nasty image."

I ran past several other vehicons.

I saw a blue screen reading 'December'.

HOLD UP!

Back up, back up, back up.

I return to the blue screen.

December 20th,2011.

Five days until Christmas!

"CHRISTMAS!" I shout in glee, running around in circles.

I so gotta get the nemesis ready for Christmas. Oh wait there is one Decepticon who'll follow my lead when doing the convincing right! I stop grinning from ear to ear at my ever so suddenly marvelous idea. Perhaps I can get a award for the best idea in the entire galaxy. I hitch a ride on one of the vehicons to Shockwave's home lab.  At least that is what I call the lab anyhow.

For the past few months I have been noticing strange things going on about myself.

My fingers are turning gray and metal like.

I peel off the human skin to reveal metal qualities on my slowly changing phalanges. You know the fingers are called the phalanges in terms of skeleton; yes, that's what you get from learning in anatomy not just the well of bone spots. You see; make a circle, now put dots in each of the circles similarly structured to a tree's stump. I forget what the well of bone spots mean since it has been a long time since been I had been a ROWVA Junior. ROWVA is a school for kids with disabilitys and such located in Oneida, Illinois. ROWVA stands for Rio Oneida,Wataga,Victoria, and Altona. In the begining when I was transferring schools I spelled ROWVA as ROVA.

Need I remind you I have a disability, too.

I hop off the Vehicons leg then dart off into Shockwave's lab.

The tables are huge to say for the least.

Very huge.

It reminds me of a mad man's lab just gigantic.

"Hey Shocky!" I shout. "With your optic so great can you shine on the nemesis for me!"

"My name is not Shocky," Shockwave's voice came from behind a table. "It is Shockwave. Shocky is not a logical name."

"CHRISTMAS!" I squeal.

"Christmas?" Shockwave repeats.

I climb up the tables parts and made it on to the surface.

"Ya heard me!" I shout, gleefully. "Christmas time is coming to town!"

"This is not a town," Shockwave said.

"CHRISTMAS IS COMING TO THE NEMESIS!" I sang. "It is smowing, smowing, and smoowing!" I twirl around in circles. "Rows of snow going down in rows similar to a lawnmower in strands of white fluffy balls coming down out of the sky! CAUSE IT IS SMOOWWING!"

"You mean snowing," Shockwave corrects me.

"Shockwave," I said. "Megatron just told me to get the ship decorated in Christmas lights! Christmas is a time of giving," I held up my fingers. "See my little handss?" I wiggle my fingers. "Now see which one of them is not pale enough to reflect brightly on a mirror when I am running."

"You have been painting," Shockwave said.

"Nope," I said.

"What?" Shockwave asks.

"No sirry," I said, shaking my head. "I have not been painting anythin' for the past five so months."

"That is not logical." Shockwave said.

"What is logical is something going on and I am changing," I said, with a wink. "Why your optic is so great can you please help me convince the others to decorate the base?"

"Give me the logic, Amy." Shockwave said.

"Megatron will see you as a holiday prepared scientist and he'll ask you for anything that require doing a trojan horse using holiday related decorations such as a Christmas present, Jack-O-Lantern, Easter egg, and a big gigantic heart!"

"That is logical," Shockwave said.

"Now," I said. "Who do you want to have kiss under the mistletoe?"