Title: Secrets

Rating: T

Disclaimer: We own nothing, we just get to write about them.

kay, I promised TehMarshial I would get the first chapter up today, so that is what I am doing. Hope you enjoy!


Zac stood at the end of the pier looking out over the water. He had come here a lot lately without, since he had lost his job not more then a week ago. It was tough living out on your own without a job. He had to be able to support himself, but that was difficult when he had no job.

He clenched his fist wanting to throw something, anything. But there was nothing within distance for him to throw. Instead he turned around and walked away, thinking about getting a paper to look for another job.

What he didn't realize that someone was standing at the end of the dock and he literally ran over the person.

"Sorry," he apologized without looking up.

"No problem," a man said rather happily. "Hey, wait a minute."

Zac paused in his stride, turning back to look at the man. "What?" he asked a bit tersely. He didn't mean to be unfriendly, but he wasn't exactly in the mood to socialize.

"You look like someone who's down on his luck," the dark-skinned man said. "I've been watching you over the past few days, and I have a proposition for you."

"Oh?" Zac said, feeling both wary and skeptical. He was getting a bit desperate for a job, but he didn't like the idea of being spied on, either.

The stranger grinned in a shark-like manner. "How would you like a job where you can become a better person than you've ever been, with abilities you've never even dreamed of, and be assured that you'll never have to worry about keeping the bills paid ever again?"

Zac raised his eyebrows at the man's words. Frankly, this man sounded like a salesman who had a new product to sell; only he was offering a job, not a vacuum cleaner or something. "Well…" Zac said slowly, "to be honest, I'm not sure what you're talking about or what you mean. But I will say that I'm kind of desperate for a job right now. Maybe if you tell me more about this, whatever you're talking about, I can think about it."

The man smiled. "Very good," he said. "By the way, my name is Porter C. Powel."

Zac smiled. "My name is Zachary Zeus, though everyone calls me Zac."


Lizy crouched defensively, holding a specially modified sai weapon in each hand. The two weapons had been given to her as a gift from Prowl, something which she could use to defend herself. They were also modified to be able to slice through anything, including Cybertronian armor, in case she ever came face to face with Starscream again.

At the moment, she was in the middle of a training session with her father. She had been learning many things from him over the past couple of months, ever since they had bonded after he saved her from Starscream. She was now quite familiar with the base and everything that went on within it. On top of that, she'd gotten to know the Autobots fairly well, and she had been learning to fight and to defend herself.

She had made so much progress over the past few weeks that even Optimus Prime seemed satisfied that she could be a valuable asset, and once in a while he allowed her to go with him—or Prowl—on a patrol. Unfortunately, that also meant she got stuck with monitor duty sometimes, but she understood that she had to take the boring jobs as well as the more exciting ones.

Right now though, she was preparing herself for an attack. Prowl was somewhere in the room but she had no way of knowing where. He had his holographic device on, and for all she knew he might have been one of the storage crates in the room, or perhaps part of the wall somewhere.

"Well, I'm waiting!" she finally said out loud, impatience showing in her voice. Was Prowl going to attack her, or was he just going to wait until she got bored and went to sleep or something? Or did she have the wrong room?

She looked around, but there was still no sign of him anywhere, so she finally turned to head toward the door. Maybe she had somehow come into the wrong room. He had told her in advance which room they were going to be training in this morning; maybe she got it wrong.

Just as she was about to leave the room, Prowl suddenly appeared before her, standing tall with his arms crossed. However, for once, Lizy was not fooled; she spun around, turning her back on the figure that now stood before her. She then took a few steps back, looking around anxiously, and backed into the figure—going right through it as if there was nothing there.

She already knew that it wasn't really Prowl; it was a holographic trick.

Then, out of nowhere, a spinning star came flying in her direction. It had a very precise aim, one that would hit her metal armor rather than her human flesh, plus this was a specially modified star for training purposes. The star, if it hit her, would simply bounce off of her harmlessly, unlike the regular ones that Prowl used in fights. However the star didn't even get a chance to touch her, because she reacted instantly, swiping it with one of her sai's and sending it flying in another direction entirely.

Then Prowl himself leaped down to the floor, from where he had been positioned on the ceiling. To this day, Lizy still couldn't figure out just how he could stick to the ceiling like that, but it was a secret that he wouldn't divulge even to her. She simply had to admit that he was good. Very good.

For a moment the two simply looked at each other. They were about five feet apart now, with Prowl looking down at his daughter, and with her looking up at him, ready for anything. What was he going to do?

They continued to look at one another; neither moving. Only the soft sound of Lizy's breathing could be heard. Her hand gripped around the sai in her hand tighter, waiting for him to strike.

She was patient, but that patience could only last for so long. Of the many times Prowl had taught her, he showed plenty of patience. Something she envied him for, sine she had very little of it herself. Although Prowl had been trying to teach her patience, to Lizy it was a wasted effort.

But she at the moment was learning to use that training and wait for him to make the first move.

That waiting paid off, when he suddenly moved and Lizy turned just in time to avoid being punched. Of course he would never punch her, to harm her. Prowl was testing her reflexes, to make sure she could duck in time.

"Good," he praised her as he threw another punch, which she barely avoided.

She smiled, which distracted her attention from him as he threw another punch and Lizy went down. She groaned as Prowl kneeled down next to her.

"Are you hurt?" he asked concerned, worried that he hurt her.

Lizy shook her head and sat up. "No just surprised me is all."

"You dropped your guard." He pointed out.

She looked down at the ground. "I know, sorry."

He placed a hand under her chin so that she looked up at him. "You did good Lizy. Most aren't fooled by my holograms, but you saw right through it."

"Yeah well, I guess I've been getting to know your style, kind of." Lizy grinned, getting up off the floor.

For the next few minutes, they continued to spar. Prowl continued to test her reflexes with punches and even a couple of gentle yet swift kicks, which she managed to dodge most of.

Finally he stopped and said to her, "I think that is enough for today, especially since you look tired." He smiled. "But you have definitely improved."

"Thanks," Lizy grinned, knowing she could afford to smile now that they were done for the day.

"So," Prowl said, kneeling down next to her, as he sometimes did when he wanted to be a bit closer to her level. "What do you plan to do today?"

"Well I guess I'm stuck with monitor duty in a couple of hours, because Bumblebee has to go to Ratchet for a checkup today," Lizy said, rolling her eyes. Everyone knew how boring monitor duty was.

"That reminds me," Prowl said, "have you had your energon yet today?"

Lizy groaned inwardly. Yes, Prowl knew her too well. He knew that sometimes she tried to skip it for a day or so if she could. "No not yet," she answered. It was always best to be honest about it when she hadn't had her daily energon, because Prowl could always check with Ratchet to make sure, and she didn't need both of them getting upset at her for lying if she chose to say she had drank it.

"Then let's go get you some," Prowl said, rising. "I could use some myself after that sparring match."

Lizy knew that was probably true, but she also knew he most likely wanted to make sure she actually drank her daily dose of the stuff.

They arrived in the main area, heading over to get their energon. Lizy waited patiently as Prowl filled up her glass handing it to her before getting one a glass for himself.

Lizy glared down at her glass as Prowl slowly drank from his, seeming to be eyeing her out of the corner of his visor. She scowled, but took her first sip, grimacing as it went down her throat.

When she was done, Prowl took it from her and placed it back on the counter. That done they went back to his room, to meditate in order to allow their minds to clear.

Lizy had found the meditation a bit boring when she'd first tried it, yet somehow she had gotten used to it. If nothing else, she liked to use a bit of the time to daydream, and to focus on whatever happened to pop into her head when she was in a relaxed mental state. She had to admit that sometimes she did find it worthwhile, because it allowed her to remember some things she hadn't remembered in years. Some things she didn't like remembering, because they were painful memories from the orphanage she had suppressed long ago. Other memories brought her sadness because she remembered something about her real parents, or her old home, before her parents had died.

Prowl had tried to teach her that the purpose of meditation was to clear the mind completely, not to simply let random thoughts wander in and out, but Lizy couldn't help it in some ways. Her mind was always active, and there was always something in it, no matter how hard she tried to keep her thoughts still. So about the best she could do was to relax her mind and slow her breathing, and Prowl seemed to accept that as being good enough, most of the time anyway.

There were a few times that Lizy had ended up looking into a few of her sadder memories. They had brought tears to her eyes and Prowl who had heard her sniffling, comforted her as best he could.

Her having to get over her past was one thing that only she alone could work on. Prowl would be there to comfort her or listen if she needed to talk. But she needed to learn to overcome her past on her own.

Lizy soon grew tired of meditating and so stood and moved out of Prowl's room. The mech didn't try and stop her, knowing that if he tried bringing her back, it would end in an argument.

Though Prowl did let out a sigh as he watched his daughter walk away, wondering just what was troubling her. She had been quiet the past few days and she had yet to tell him what was going on. He wanted to ask her, but pushing her into telling was out of the question.

For now he would sit and wait and hope she would tell him soon enough.

Lizy went back to her room and closed the door behind her, where she allowed the tears to fall freely down her cheeks. She still didn't like anyone to see her crying, even though she had allowed Prowl to comfort her and even hold her on occasion when she sometimes began to cry in his room.

The fact was, she wasn't used to being close to anyone, although she had grown far closer to Prowl than she ever thought possible. She knew that he loved her exactly for who she was, and she couldn't imagine life without him. And yet for some reason, she still felt a bit… lonely, and incomplete.

She wasn't sure if she understood it herself, but it just felt like… Prowl wasn't enough in some ways. But what did she want, then? What was it that her heart yearned for? Was there some need she had that Prowl simply could not fill?

She frowned and moved to sit down on the edge of her bed, trying to use the meditation techniques she'd learned to think about the problem. If nothing else, the meditation had taught her to focus her mind better, so that she could determine more quickly what her problem was.

Then, gradually, it came to her, at least somewhat. It seemed like she wanted someone more like her... but what did that mean, exactly? Did she wish she had a human friend around somewhere?

As she pondered the thought, she realized that she had never truly been close to any humans, and that Prowl was literally the first person she'd ever opened up to. Part of her wondered what it might be like to have a human friend, although the fact that she was half-Cybertronian made her an outcast among humans. She enjoyed going for nightly rides on her motorcycle at times, but there were times that people still looked at her funny if they noticed her.

Yet somehow… she had to admit that being half-Cybertronian was worth it, if only for one reason: She loved being Prowl's daughter. She then blinked at the thought; that was honestly something she never thought she'd admit to herself.

"Optimus Prime to Lizy."

Lizy groaned inwardly. Ratchet had installed a commlink into the metal on the right side of her head, at her own request. It made keeping in touch with the Autobots easier, especially if she should run into Starscream again. "Yes?" she answered.

"You're supposed to be watching the monitors now," the Autobot leader said.

Lizy sighed. "Oh yeah, I guess I lost track of time, I'll be right there." She killed the link, then stood and headed toward her door. Tonight, she decided, she was going out for a ride, alone. She felt she needed it just to clear her head.

Oh God, she was sooo bored. Monitor duty was one of the worst possible jobs ever. All one did was sit in front of a bunch of monitors for at least four hours. What could possibly happen in four hours that one had to be punished this way?

Lizy had only been here an hour and already this was driving her absolutely nuts. She banged her head repeatedly against the table, hoping the time will go by faster.

"Lizy, what are you doing?" she heard Prowl ask.

She didn't bother looking up. "What does it look like I'm doing? This is so fucking boring," she exclaimed.

"Watch your language," he snipped. Lizy lifted her head and glared at him, but then looked back at the monitor. "Would you like me to sit and watch the monitors with you?"

"Unless you relieve me and allow me to go," she added instead with a smile.

He gazed down at her. "No." Her head fell back onto the table with another bang.

A half-hour passed in silence, during which Prowl was seated in the chair next to her. She wondered how in the world he could do it, just sitting there perfectly still, ever watchful, as patient as ever. She bet that he could watch a leaf fall from a tall tree to the ground and be perfectly entertained until all movement had ceased.

After a full forty-five minutes had passed since Prowl seated his aft in the chair, he turned his head ever so slightly to Lizy. "This may go more quickly if we talk," he said, hoping to get her to open up to him. "Is there anything you would like to talk about?"

Lizy sighed. Frankly, doing anything at all was preferable to sitting there in silence. But there wasn't a whole lot she wanted to talk about, not even to him.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked hoping to avoid the subject all together.

She missed the frown that came over his face. "I don't care, as long as it's nothing boring."

Lizy glanced in his direction. "And what would you consider boring?" she asked.

"Stuff about video games or music, that is very loud," he answered her.

"You really don't like loud things, do you?" Lizy commented.

"I find them distracting," Prowl replied. "Plus they serve little purpose. They only serve to distract people from the world around them, when there is more to be gained from observing everything around you."

"Yeah well, sometimes the real world is worth escaping from." The words left Lizy's mouth before she realized she'd even said them.

"Perhaps, but what do you perceive to gain by trying to escape from the real world, as you put it? Is the real world so bad that you humans try to escape to your dreams and fantasy?" he asked hoping to understand where she was going with this.

"What are you saying; it's wrong to have an imagination?" Lizy retorted. "Can you honestly tell me there's nothing you dream about, that you wish you could do or even be?" She glanced off in the direction of the rooms. "What about, say… nature? I know how much you love it. Don't you ever wish or imagine you were part of it somehow?"

He looked away from her. "I do Lizy, all the time. But sometimes even I realize the difference between truth and reality."

"What are you saying, Prowl?" she snapped up at him.

"I am saying that I recognize that, as much as I would like to experience something I've dreamed of," Prowl replied, "that I also know how to accept that my dreams will never become reality. And that at times, some things are better left as being dreams." He turned to look at her. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"You're saying that you have better things to do than daydream or play games, even though you've admitted you do like to imagine things," Lizy said.

He nodded his head. "Lizy dreams are just that; dreams. None of them are real and none of them will ever come true."

Lizy scowled up at him, crossing her arms over her chest and turning away from him. "Just because you don't believe, doesn't mean that others don't. Lots of people actually have their dreams come true. Not everything has to have logic Prowl."

"It is better to follow logic, and to simply indulge in a private fantasy from time to time, than to live for an unrealistic fantasy that may never become reality," Prowl told her.

"Fuck it, Prowl. You know what, never mind. Obviously you don't believe enough and I feel sorry for you. Without dreams there can be no future in life." She snapped refusing to talk to him for the rest of her shift.

The time seemed to pass all the more slowly in some ways, but Lizy seemed to occupy the time by humming to herself and counting how many different objects she could see on the screens.

Prowl wisely chose to stay silent, considering she seemed to be sick of talking to him for the moment anyway. It was times like this when he found her rather frustrating to be around. All he was trying to do was understand her better or try to figure out what she was saying, yet apparently sometimes it had to be a big deal and turn into an argument. Maybe there were some things he would never fully understand about his daughter.

He thought about simply slipping off to his quarters, but part of him wanted to stay there in case she decided to talk again. She remained silent for the rest of the shift, but he did feel that they were on much better terms than they were when they first met. She was obviously irritated at him, but she wasn't running from the room. Although then again, Prowl knew that that might also be because Prime would probably chew her out if she left the monitors during her shift.

Prowl sighed. "Lizy," he spoke but she didn't look at him. "Go, I'll finish the last few remaining minutes."

She didn't acknowledge him, except to stand up and all but sprint out of the room, when she was far enough. He didn't stop her, instead just watching the monitors, but not really paying attention.

There was still a lot he had to learn from her and this planet, and he was obviously going about it the wrong way.


Author Notes: Well there you all go, hope you enjoyed the first chapter! please leave a review!