Notes: This really just for a bit of fun! To get a look at what Alice Witwicky looks like, go to my author's page and I will have the link there of her. I found this picture and thought it was so simplistically beautiful that I knew from one look that she was the right Alice. Oh! Alice is named Alice because my favorite childhood story is Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, so I figured what better way to commemorate a story I love besides using the main protaginists name.
Summary: Sam Witwicky is finding himself in a lot of otherworldly trouble, alongside his adopted cousin Alice. When he finally gets to meet the girl of his dreams, will his cousin also be able to meet hers? Bumblebee/OC
Disclaimer: This story is just for a bit of summer fun. In no way, shape or form do I wish to or will make money from this story. Transformers belong to Michael Bay and Hasbro. The only thing I own in this story is Alice.
Defender of the Heart
…Of Introductions and New Cars
Walking down the hallway was a simple, normal girl. Sure, maybe her looks were slightly more than average but the way she kept herself so nondescript caused so many to look over her. With a simple, slouching shirt and pair of faded out skinny jeans; Alice seemed like every other girl who walked the school's halls. Her shoes were simple black Converses that did nothing to add to her incredibly short height of five foot, two inches.
If they did take the chance to look at her truly, they would see lips that were shaped like cupids bow. She never applied gloss; she only ever used lip balm that was religiously applied at least ten times a day. Freckles were spread across her small, proportional and high cheeks. She was blessed with a creamy skin color that was neither too pale nor too tan. And although it never tanned, she always had a glow to her skin in the spring and summer. Alice was often told she looked like a younger (and prettier) version of her mother when she was younger. But sadly, Alice barely could remember her mother.
At the age of three, her parents had gotten into a car crash that put her father into extensive care and killed her mother. Even though her father lived, he was brain dead and would only be able to live with the help of technology. Deciding that it was not worth it, as he would never come back, Ron Witwicky decided the "pull the plug" on his own brother. It had put the Witwicky household in a depression that did not disperse until all the papers were completed and Alice was officially living with them.
The first few years were rough on them all, but they prospered. Sam and Alice, being the same age, became more like twins than cousins or even normal siblings. It was not an uncommon occurrence for them to finish each other sentences or pulling pranks together like pros when they were younger. Of course they were still close and alike likes peas in a pod but as they grew older, they began to bicker over more paramount things than who got the last cookie. But through all of this, Sam still acted like her older brother.
And here she was, thirteen years later after that fateful and life changing night. Alice was genuinely pleased with what her life had come to, even though there were nights tears gathered in her eyes and she wished she got to know her parents better. Honestly, though, Alice could not have wished for better surrogate parents. She had even taken to calling Ron and Julie, mom and dad; the happy, odd couple had beamed when she first called them that and had treated her like their own flesh and blood daughter ever since.
Today was going to be an exciting day, Alice just knew this. Today was the day Sam and she were going to get a car! Alice had worked hard on getting that 'A' on her History test - a subject she needed some help in - and all Sam had to do was get an 'A' on his project. It should be an easy grade too being that he was doing it on their great- great- grandfather, Archibald Witwicky. He even had authentic props to bring in. There was no doubt in her mind he would get anything but his needed grade.
Nearly skipping into her last class of the day: Spanish, Level Four. She loved this class. It was a refreshing change from the other classes with its fast pace and easy-to-grasp concept, at least for Alice. It was as if she were a natural for foreign languages. Her accent was also quick akin to a natural Spanish accent and whenever she heard praise from Senora Lopez, her heart nearly sung and her cheeks flushed like a tomato.
However, with her mind in the skies with dreams of a new car, Alice barely noticed the class run by. She went through the natural motions and before she knew it, the bell had rung and everyone was leaving. Quickly grabbing her bag, Alice packed up all her materials and left with a wave to her teacher. She moved, quickly, to her locker in a daze. Deciding that she could no longer stand one more second in this school and not looking for a car, she ran like mad towards the entrance.
However, as Alice's luck would have it, she ran straight into Trent, jock and jerk of the Junior Class. It seemed as if every girl in this school became a pile of mush when he talked to them; sadly and thankfully, Alice was not one of those girls. Fumbling for the spilled pens and books that fell from her messenger bag, she muttered an apology to him. She did not want to stick around in this school any longer than she had to.
But it seemed that Trent had a different idea in mind.
Reaching for her last book, Crime and Punishment, Alice almost growled when a tanned and beefy hand shot out and grabbed it before her. Looking up into what most thought as "piercing" blue eyes, Alice sighed. She placed her tiny, delicate hand out for it. After a short moment, she realized that Trent was not just going to hand it over.
"Thank you for getting my book, but can you please give me my book?" She said as politely as possible.
He smirked. "It was good of me to get your book, wasn't it?" Trent pretended to pause as if deliberating something, but if he really was to think Alice assumed smoke would come out of his ears. "How about you give me a kiss in payment for getting your book."
Alice barely suppressed a groan. "I don't think your girlfriend would like that." There! That should do it; guilt tripping almost always worked.
"She doesn't have to know," Trent said as he moved closer to her.
Thinking fast, Alice brought a jolly grin to her face and waved around Trent as he was too tall for her to wave over. "Hello, Mikaela!" She tried to put as much joy into her voice as possible.
Playing this trick on his was most definitely worth it. The look on his face when he heard her say that had Alice giggling. As he turned around to look for her, Alice's hand shot out and grabbed the book. She didn't stop moving as she quickly headed out of the school. From the groan that resounded behind her, Trent was not too happy about her prank.
Worrying that Sam and dad were going to be mad waiting for her, she grinned when she saw Sam just getting in. He was waving a paper excitedly and she watched as Ron had to grab it from him to read. Sliding into the back seat of the car, she plopped into one of the seats which caused her curly, bobbed hair to flounce around her face. Pushing back the brown, almost auburn bangs from her face, she settled in.
"So are we good?" She asked, excitement creeping into her voice.
Ron turned to look at her. "We are," he said and the car took off down the road.
Poking Sam's shoulder, Alice could not help but ask him about his project. "What was the final grade, Sammy?"
Frowning at her childish nickname for him, Sam grumbled, "It was an 'A-', but that is still an 'A!'" It was funny to see him so flustered over something so insignificant. She thought it was like he was still trying to convince himself.
The rest of the car ride was silent, until they got to the Porsche dealership. Sam began to squeal like a little girl and Alice smiled widely, even though there was a suspicious feeling about things. "No, no, no, no. Dad!" He was grinning like a fool. But… so was Ron and that is not a good thing.
So Alice was not all too surprised when he continued to go through the dealership and pull out. Sam's disappointment was nearly tangible. Alice reached up and patted his shoulder comfortingly. Grumbling and mumbling under his breath, Sam finally fixed his dad with a beady glare. It was a look Alice never wanted to get from him.
"You think that's funny?" He sounded so terribly sad.
Barking out some more laughter, Ron could not help but look amusedly at his son. "Yeah, I think it's funny." Alice was beginning to feel real bad for Sam. She knew how excited he was when he first saw the dealership.
They continued to bicker and Alice just rested her head on the backseat of the vintage looking car. They were going back and forth like tennis match. Sam sounded confused and angry, while Ron sounded amused and pleased. As through drove into a rusty used-car dealership, Alice could not help but snort at the pathetic clown that was complaining about its make-up.
Slipping out the car with the two boys, she quietly left them to talk to "Uncle" Bobby. Her eyes wandered over cars that did not even deserve to be in a junk yard. Her tiny fingers left clean trails on the dirt encrusted cars she touched. As she was about to give up and just let Sam randomly pick any car, her eyes spotted an older Camaro. Rushing towards it with glee, Alice barely cared that the paint was chipping in some places and had overall fading. Opening the driver's door, she slipped in.
It was a bit dusty on the inside, but it was sparkling clean compared to the other cars in this dump of a dealership. "If only we could have this," she thought wistfully as her hands drifted gracefully over the steering wheel. The car seemed to shiver but she just put it off as the heat getting to her. She was happily in her own little world imagining owning this car and flying down the highway. But her reveries were broken with the sound of her family and Bobby Bolivia coming over.
Sam opened her door. "Move over," he commanded.
Glaring at him for all of her petite self could muster, she pointed to the passenger seat. "I ain't moving, you sit there." Alice knew, she just knew, he was going to fight her on it. So she pulled out the big guns. Swiftly raising her left brow, she also narrowed her eyes. Now she looked fierce and Sam knew this look. There was no compromising with Alice when she had that look.
Dejectedly moving around the car, Alice giggled at his dramatic theatrics. He sidled into the car and sighed contentedly once in. She could tell by the great, big grin on his face that he, too, agreed that this was the car. Both looked expectedly up at their father who began negotiating with Bobby.
The two men talked and upsettingly, they were not going to be getting the car. Alice sighed and slumped forward to the paint where her forehead rested on the steering wheel. She jumped when Benny knocked on the window telling them to get out.
"Kid, come on, get out. Get out of the car."
Sam seemed to grow a pair as he talked back to the dealer. "No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers." And Alice had to hand it to him, he seemed to have a good, valid point but Bobby was having none of it. "What happened to Uncle Bobby?" she irritably thought to herself.
Bobby leaned into the window and was in Sam's face. "Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out of the car." And he moved away to let Sam out.
Sighing dejectedly, once again, Sam was the first to get out of the car. He got out without any issues and pretty much ran over to his dad to try and get him to pay the extra one thousand dollars. Alice, on the other hand, could barely open the door. Pulling on the handle, she noted the door would just not budge at all. Looking at the lock, it showed the door was unlocked. Frantically, she began pulling at the door with no avail. Finally the door opened, but so did the other one. She physically winced as she heard it the passenger side door slam into the other car.
With wider eyes than normal, she looked towards her dad and Sam. The car must have been glitches because that would not normally happen. Alice was not an obsessive fanatic of cars, though she could easily tell you that this was a later '70s Camaro model, but she knew that that was not supposed to happen. As worried as she was, it confused her to see Bobby look so passive and apathetic about the whole thing even though the Beetle now had a dent in it.
Bobby just told some guy to get someone else and hammer out the dent. Alice quirked a brow at this and wondered if any of the cars, besides the Camaro, were actually worth buying here. All of a sudden there was this scratchy noise that started as soon as Alice left the car. It quickly got unbearable to hear and Alice dropped to the ground whilst covering her ears. She was glad that she decided to hunch down on the ground as all of the windows of the other cars shattered. For a minute, she actually felt sorry for Bobby.
But her sympathy was quickly washed away as she saw him hold four fingers up and telling her surrogate dad that he would take the car for four thousand. Squealing, she ran over to Sam and have him a high-five. Though, considering her height, it could be counted as a low-five. Smiling innocently at the man who she called dad, Alice did her infamous puppy pout.
"Daddy? Can I drive it home?" She heard Sam groan behind her. Said groan came about as they both knew that Ron could never help himself when it came her calling him 'Daddy' and doing a pout.
Her pout must not have been at maximum charm for Ron deliberated a moment before caving in. While he still let her drive the car, she was shocked it still took some time for him to say yes. Not to say that she was spoiled, but her daddy always seemed to let her have the little things over Sam. Both knew this was due to the fact that Alice was daddy's little girl.
Sam and she waved at Ron as he pulled out before Alice flounced over to the driver's side. While she was just about skipping, Sam was sulking. Though happy he got the car he wanted, Sam figured it would be him who would be driving them home. Turning the key in the ignition, the car came to life. Alice drove the car home and smiled the whole way. After ten minutes, even Sam was grinning from ear to ear.
They thought life was getting good and as they pulled in the drive-way to get ready for the party at the lake, neither one of them even figured how hectic and amazing their lives were going to become. They each went into their respective rooms. Alice changed into a high waisted, floral skirt that she tucked her black t-shirt into and spritzed some body spray on herself. Sam, on the other hand, grabbed his phone and called Miles to make sure he was ready. The two of them were each excited; Sam for Mikaela and Alice for reasons even she did not understand.
A/N: Well, thank you for reading! It is incredible fun writing this and I already have the next chapter done. I would really, really like to have at least five reviews before posting the next one.
Just a little bit of warning, but the next chapter (and every chapter after that) is going to be in first person, in Alice's point of view. I only have it in third for this one to explain her past and looks. So... yea! Please just give a review to let me know what I need to improve, what you liked, or even what you did not like.
Thank you!, Kruix.