With All My Spark → Transformers

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The ride back to Washington D.C. was nothing short of annoying. I was happy to finally be going home, but long car rides were my enemy and it was a good ten hours back to Washington; it was actually five considering our Autobot companions, but either way I hated the long distance.

We had left about half an hour after the battle officially ended. Many of the Autobots required medical attention, especially Optimus, and most of the soldiers had too, and considering that Chicago was literally in ruins, they wouldn't be finding any help any time soon. The best option would be for them to return back home so they could receive proper medical attention.

I really just couldn't wait until I was home. The battle had left me completely filthy, not to mention I was exhausted and was already sore from head to toe. I had been through more in the past two hours than I had been through in the past for years, physically at least. I was still surprised I hadn't injured myself in some way, just like I was surprised Sam and Carly were still in one piece; the three of us had almost died, after all.

At the moment, I was laying in the backseat of Ironhide's cabin, staring down at the floor. It had been a pretty silent ride and that was only because as soon as I hopped into his cabin, a dead feeling overwhelmed my body. I was exhausted yet I couldn't sleep at all, so I had really just been in a daze for the past five hours or so. The only thing I was aware of was that we had entered Washington D.C. about five minutes ago. This caused me to remember that my car was at Sam's and I raised my head up slightly to look at the dashboard.

"Hey, Ron."

"I beg your pardon?" he responded.

I chuckled when I realized what I had just called him. "Sorry. But, can you stop by Sam's house so I can get my car?" I asked him.

"Are you sure you're in any condition to drive yourself home?"

I just shrugged and laid back down. "I guess we'll find out."

He grunted and came to a stop. I shot up instantly and saw that he was parked in front of Sam's apartment, directly beside my car.

"That was fast," I claimed.

"I was only a block away when you asked me. Washington isn't that big, Azalea. Now get out, kid," he instructed me.

"Sure thing, Rusty Rockets."

He just chuckled and I pushed the back door open before climbing out. I walked over to my car and pulled on the door. To my surprise, it was unlocked. I felt under the seats to see if Sam had been smart enough to leave them there and I smiled when I finally came across the cold metal. I pulled the keys out from under the seat and got in the car, wasting no time in starting it. Ironhide made a move to head out, but I quickly put my car in gear and sped passed him, a laugh escaping my mouth as I heard a low growl outside my window. He was definitely going to chew me out when we got back home.

I pulled onto the busy streets, Ironhide on my tail. Instead of bothering to pay attention to the speed limit, I sped down the street and soon enough I was pulling into my apartment complex's parking garage. Ironhide was semi correct. I really was in no condition to be driving, but it didn't make any difference. We were home now. .thank God. I pulled into my original parking spot and turned my car off, Ironhide parking closely beside me. .too close might I add. I groaned and crawled over to the passenger's side, grabbing my purse before getting out of the car. I slammed the door shut and heard a laugh. Ironhide's lesser form appeared and and I glared at him before walking towards the elevator.