Namesake

Namesake - Seventeen

          "So the moon dude made me get possessed by the Allspark?" Alice asked to no one in particular. "What a jerk. Humph. Rude." She gave the brigged mech a one-fingered salute. Then she turned and left the brig, mind humming with the fact that Ironhide would interrogate the traitorous little slimeball none too nicely. It made her feel better.

On another subject, Sam had disappeared with 'Bee and Mikaela for awhile. That was interesting, but also very suspicious. Her and Sam's birthday was coming up... and that meant Sam was, as always, going to try to get her to attend the party. She had evaded him so far, even with the 'bots. But this time Cherrybomb and Steel knew of her reluctance for 'fun,' and had decided their mother needed to lighten up. Alice... did not agree with that opinion.

She was a pretty laid back person. Took a lot of naps. Had a steady income from her stock shares and the publication of her inventions. Cared for her kids. She thought she was okay. But as always, everyone but her disagreed.

Abruptly a muffled thump reached her ears, the young woman hazily connecting it to the slight sting that appeared on her forehead. Alice blinked, rubbing her forehead gently at where she had smacked into the sign. She read it softly, mouthing the words.

'WARNING -Humans should not enter this area- WARNING' A grin slowly spread across her lips. Well wasn't that inviting? The young woman easily bypassed the sign, striding confidently down the hall. She passed several doors as she went, half an hour passing before came across an open doorway.

The inventor peaked in, blinking curiously as she spotted Sunstreaker standing in front of an Autobot sized easel. She pondered on whether she should enter the room. It would be wiser to leave the mech to his own devices, as clearly he didn't want the humans to know. Alice nodded resolutely to herself, deciding that the mech would tell her about his hobby if he wanted to.

She continued on.

There was a door at the very end of the hall, a huge hulking thing. Alice's interest was piqued, especially since the door was cracked open. Enough for her to know it wasn't on purpose. The young woman slipped inside, confused when all the light from the hall revealed was a trap covered lump.

It was a bit anti-climatic. She was expecting something, well, bigger. This was an Autobot wing. Suddenly the door closed and the lump glowed.

"Oh shit!"

-Alice has been gone awhile... So Wheeljack's gonna go bug Red Alert on her whereabouts.-

          "Red!" The short mech shouted, running into the Chief Security Officer's surveillance room. Alice had been supposed to visit him in his lap half a joor ago. After his latest invention blew up in his face, he grew worried that she didn't appear after a few klicks. His comrade turned to him, lifting a metallic brow.

"What is it Wheeljack? Did the twins sabotage one of your inventions again?" His friend asked concerned. Wheeljack shook his head frantically, his fins flashing several different colours in his worry.

"Can you check the security feeds for Alice? I haven't seen her all joor and I'm worried." Wheeljack asked, optics pleading. Red Alert nodded.

"The Witwicky girl? Of course," the mech agreed as he turned back and began typing. The screen beeped and flashed several times as it followed Alice throughout the day. It stopped as her figure stopped in front of the end of the 'no humans allowed' corridor. Wheeljack made a weak sound at the curious look on the human femme's face. He knew that meant the next few scenes were going to end badly.

Wheeljack and Red Alert watched as Alice entered the room, the door shutting mysteriously a minute later. Then the crevice between the door and floor glowed blue. Alice's shout was barely caught by the camera, but it was there.

"Oh shit!" Alice's voice shouted from the speakers. Wheeljack groaned, Red Alert looking at him worriedly. The inventor knew what was in that room: the pillars. How was he supposed to explain to Alice's sparklings or brother how she was suddenly on Cybertron? He wasn't worried about her survival, she did have the Allspark in her after all. Wheeljack met Red Alert's optics. The other mech stared at him questioningly.

"Wheeljack?" Red Alert queried. The inventor's fins pulse a blackish blue.

"We gotta go tell Prime." Was all he could say. Red Alert froze, also coming to that realisation.

"Ah scrap." The security bot muttered.

-With Alice, on Cybertron.-

          The young woman was on the defensive the moment she could see her surrounding. She knew she wasn't still in DG. No, her stomach wouldn't be topsy turvy if she was. Alice gave her surroundings a once over. Neither would the planet literally be made of metal or covered in overgrown crystalline formations. Suddenly, a memory filled her ears.

"The Crystal Gardens of Praxus were one of my favourite places to visit," Ratchet's voice filled her ears. The words from a slow day in the medbay as he taught her how to fix spark chamber fissures.

"Towering Praxian crystal formations from all sides— it was said they even towered over Prima when he still walked Cybertron. I imagine you wouldn't even be a fourth of their height." The medic had mused. Alice was sort of grateful for the conversation at the moment. She knew where she was now, but not how to get back. Cybertron and Earth were billions of light years apart after all.

Alice suddenly stumbled forwards, something in her chest tugging. For some reason, she had to get somewhere. North. Alice flinched at the voice that had accompanied her blackout from before. Ruins-of-my-temple. Lacon. Alice realised belatedly that it was the Allspark speaking to her. She also realised she should probably be dead out here on an alien planet with a different atmosphere. Might as well listen to the thing keeping her alive, right? Go.

Right.