Note: This is my first story, And I'm rewriting it! So please forgive the akward posts! I'm working on this on the side of my other two better fics right now. Big props to Au2bot Starlight and DaemonicKitten who inspired me to write this. Thanks to the both of you.
I do not own Transformers, nor do I wish to make any money off of this story. All original Transformers belong to their current and rightful owners (Please don't sue me). I own only the silly plot, Natasha, and Dr.
Hi my name is Natasha, most just call me Natasha or Tash. I am the typical 17 year old girl girl who everyone aside from my best friend likes to pick on. I don't know why... maybe because I have a family that loves me and raised me to be the "Jack" of all trades, school being one of them. My best friend is Dr. Ameda. His first name is hidden for... reasons (he hates it). He is my age but I call him "Dr." because he is wicked smart. Any who enough about me, onto the strange stuff.
Before I went back to school for my senior year of high school I needed to get a car. I had previously made a deal with my father (At the ripe age of three) that if I saved up enough and got exceedingly good grades, he would go half and half on my first car with me. Frankly I wasn't in the mood to go shopping for cars, since these two adorable boys had transferred to my school. Now before you go thinking "oh she's some boy crazy girl" let me stop you. They are gorgeous but they are complete and total assholes. I mean they must be leading the asshole revolution since every girl that I hate are after them. If you're curious, their names are Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. First of all, who the hell names their kids that? Second where do they get off trying to bite my head off for walking across the street when I had right of way? I can't stand people like them. Just because they're all rich and flashy and drive Lambo's doesn't mean that they reserve the right to be total dicks. Ugggh! Alright back to what we were originally talking about. Before school started last week (But not before I met the kings of assholes) I bought a 2002 Volkswagen Beetle Turbo. I instantly knew that something was off about the car, because where turbo usually was in beautiful stenciled cursive, it instead read Glyph. Something told me to get that car, it was in pretty good condition, and only had one owner a man who said the car started to act strange all of a sudden. But he wouldn't say what was so strange about it. But to me there was something more to the car... it seemed friendly almost protective of me. So $2,250 later I officially had a permanent ride to school. Now if only I could get it repainted. The poor thing's paint is fading and it could really use some TLC.
Unfortunately for me, I know like nothing about cars. However the pros of having a best friend whose wicked smart and who happens to be a guy is that he can help me. Dr. came over to my house, so we could give my car a major once over. We started with checking the engine first, only thing wrong was the oil being a little low, well that and the hood refusing to open and then threatening to slam shut on poor Dr.'s head.
Dr: "Holy! Hey! What's with this thing?!"
Me: "I don't know, it acted kinda like that when the guy selling it to me tried to pop the hood too. Aside from the oil change anything else wrong?"
Dr.: "Nope, she's perfectly fine, though she could probably use a wash and wax."
He said as he closed the hood of my car. Dr. and I have known each other since kindergarten, we actually started out as rivals. I wanted to be at the top of the class, so did he. So the last 12 years have been us hanging out, studying and trying desperately to beat each other. As a matter of fact, we're both in the running for our graduating classes' valedictorian. But for now I'm just wondering why he called my car a she.
Me: "She?"
Dr.: "Well yeah. Cars with softer lines and rounder curves are typically called female. You have a beetle, soft lines and round curves."
I rolled my eyes playfully at him while sighing.
Me: "My mistake! I went and had the garage painted blue instead of pink! Oh and here I've must have offended her! What's her name? Glyph I presume?"
He rolled his eyes at me in return, while grabbing the hose and turning it on.
Dr.: "Haha! You're lucky I'm helping you do this! I have so much homework and extra credit I could be knocking out right now."
Me: "Yeeesssss! My evil plot is working wonderfully! You shall toil doing hard labor for me and later I will pass you in our educational battle! Muhwahahahahahaha!"
I cackled as I grabbed a bucket and some soap. We both dissolved into bouts of laughter and snickering as we scrubbed away at the dirt on my car. I don't know if I'm going nuts but I don't remember turning on the radio, let alone to a channel that played mixes of old school.
Dr.: "The hell? Did you turn that on?"
Me: "Noooo. I thought that you did."
Dr.: "Tash, go into your house."
Me: "Why?"
Dr.: "I need you to grab your bible, and the book of Mormon. Your car is possessed."
Me: "Really?! You're still going on about that?"
Dr.: "Hey, you've heard the rumors of that one sophomore from like four years ago."
Me: "Dr. It's probably just a short in the car. I mean it's kinda old, and I did get it for pretty cheap."
Dr.: "Fair enough, but I better not get some random call at like 2 in the morning saying you need help."
He said as he bent over to apply the tire cleaner, allowing me to see his scar.
Me: "I see your scar still hasn't faded."
Dr.: "If memory serves, neither has yours."
Four years back Dr. and I were on a field trip to mission city, there was a major terrorist attack and we were part of the lucky group in my class that survived with cuts and gashes. Dr. and I wound up with some serious wounds, but as you can tell we turned out fine.
Squeeeeeee!
What the hell was that?! Seriously what the hell?! I really hope that I won't have to bless my car.
Me: "DR.! Stop doing what you're doing!"
Dr.: "See?! I TOLD you!"
Me: "SHHHH!"
I hissed as I listened to the radio.
Radio: "Everything is tickling is this really happening? Again and again and again."
Me: "Oooooo-kaaaaaay. Uhhh, why don't we leave the tires alone…and just wax the car and call it a night?"
Dr.: "Uhhhh….sure."
He said. Good he's as cautious as I feel right now. Ummm, so my car turned out nice, under all the dirt and grime was like a faded pale lavender paintjob with silver pinstripe racing stripes. And the hood symbol was kinda strange, instead of the typical Volkswagen symbol, was silver boxy male face. Like I said before this car is strange.
Dr.: "So let me get this straight; This guy said that the car was acting strange, this car has a custom paint job, a custom hood ornament, and you only paid over 2 thousand bucks for it? And I'm almost certain that it squealed as well as tried to decapitate me."
Me: "Yep. You know we're probably just noticing nothing. Like I said it's kinda an old car."
Dr.: "Tash, old car or not you have to admit that what happened today was strange."
Me: "Yeah…but we can't dwell on it too much. I have homework and sleep…so do you."
Dr.: "Touché. Well guess I'll see you tomorrow. Later Tash."
Me: "Later Dr.!"
I called as he slipped on his helmet and hopped onto his Suzuki. I don't know how he can feel comfortable riding something so uncovered. I need something with four wheels to make me feel safe. I drove my car into the garage and shut the door behind me. One things for sure, this car is definitely strange.
Next day some point in the middle of school
Oh, and here I thought that yesterday was strange. God you do love to surprise me don't you? It started in my calculus class at the begging of the period. I had just finished up the work for the day, turned in my homework and was leaving when Dr. nearly flattened me in the hall.
Me: "Ow. Uh, you running from someone?"
Dr.: "Yes and no….Uhhhh come with me!"
He said as he grabbed me by the wrist and drug me to the library. God Save the Queen, he has that paranoid look in his eyes.
Me: "Any particular reason why you drug me in here?"
Dr.: "Tash, look at this! LOOK AT THIS!"
He hissed frantically as he shoved papers in my face. When I pulled the papers away I saw the Lambo goons, and-
Me: "Angetsu, what the hell am I looking at?"
I asked using his real name. He knows I only use it when I'm mad or freaked out at him. Right now I'm kinda both, why did he show me those two and then a picture of two red and yellow giant robots?
Dr.: "Tash! You don't understand! They aren't human! I was on my way home from the library when I saw them pull into an old warehouse, so I followed them. I saw them! I watched them turn into those giant robots!"
Me: "Okay, you must have dreamt that. Hit the books a bit too hard last night?"
Dr.: "Tash, I know what I saw! And to top it off your car met them there! It turned into a giant robot too!"
Me: "Do you have any proof?!"
Dr.: "Yes! I recorded it, but as soon as I got home, I found that my phone was hacked! So I hacked the security cameras of the warehouse and found this!"
He hissed frantically as he pulled out his lab top and pulled up a video showing what he described, it even showed him on the screen! Oh. My. God. What the fuck? My. Car. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON?! Oh shit….
Me: "The...the yellow one! He...it saw you!"
Dr.: "That's when I ran home! To make matters worse I was on my way here and I saw them, they had gotten stopped by a cop, and I was like "Oh no Biggy, they probably speed all the time"."
Me: "And?"
Dr.: "That is until I saw in my rear mirror that they and the cop were following me here. I took wrong turns and went through residential housing Tash! They followed me the whole way! The cop is in with them! I know he is, because when we passed some power lines he disappeared! Like a hologram! The magnetic coils or something-"
Sideswipe: "Hey, you think they're in there?"
Sunstreaker: "Probably, they're nerds. The library only makes sense."
Dr.: "Oh. Shit. Run. Run. RUN. RUN!"
He snarled as he grabbed my wrist again and began to sprint out of the room as the twins and the cop burst through the door behind us.
Me: "Why do I have to run?!"
Dr.: "Your car is involved! It said your name! They're probably looking for you too!"
He yelled as we ran out into the hallway. We sprinted out of school and we jumped onto his bike, all I saw was Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and the cop. My backpack, my classes and my car were left in the dust.
Me: "WHAT THE HELL DUDE?! WHERE ARE WE GOING?!"
Dr.: "OLD TREEHOUSE! THEY WONT FIND US THERE!"
He yelled as we broke the speed limit. It's at least a forty minute drive to where he was talking about. We had built this old fort in the woods right after our fifth grade year, if we ever needed to get away, this was the place. Dr. Had even gotten solar panels attached to it so we could have electricity. We hadn't been here in a while, man this place brings back memories. Neither of us spoke until we were inside.
Me: "And we came here because?"
Dr.: "Uh hello?! Giant robots?! Technology that is far superior than ours?! They could hack cameras to find us anywhere! My lab top doesn't have a webcam."
Me: "But our phones do! Battery out! NOW!"
I scolded. I watched as Dr. looked up any and all information he could about what we knew so far. Dr. is what you would call a grey hat hacker. Meaning he hacks for good. And bad sometimes. This is one of those times. I watched as he pulled up a video from the attack on mission city, nothing but shaky camera and wild pan shots of crashing buildings.
Me: "Wait! Rewind two seconds and freeze the image! Good! Now zoom in!"
He zoomed into the image, showing a giant blue and red robot fighting a giant silver one.
Dr.: "I remember that. I remember seeing that! They told us-"
Me: "What the military wanted us to think actually happened. What we saw, what we experienced was-"
Unknown voice: "An intergalactic civil war that has ravaged our home planet and is slowly tearing yours apart."
"AHHHHH!"
We screamed at her. She was pale, with bright blue eyes, she looks like a teenager, but like a really experienced in college teenager. Her hair was blonde with lavender streaks. She was smiling like she had won the lottery, where the fuck did she come from?!
Unknown person: "Hi, my name is Glyph. You purchased me a week ago, and I must say, that I am quite curious about you two."
A/N: So this is my attempt at a re-write. I will post to this irregularly because I have Love Quadrupled, and All That Jazz! to write. They9 and my homework take priority, but if this is given enough attention, maybe I'll post more often. Please Review follow and Favorite!
CLYL!