bDisclaimer/b: No I do NOT own Transformers, Hasbro and Takara Toys do. This is just a fiction brought to life by those amazing individuals.

bSummary/b: Pretty much a revamped, slowed down version of Transformers: Ynitsed. Main character is now Kimry, instead of Elizabeth and this time we've got a car playing key. Do enjoy and be kind, it's been a while since I've been able to get anything out of my hands, drawings and stories alike. But do review!

bNote/b: I still own that bucket and I'm still not afraid to use it. No flames. My geography may not be spot on but I try, kay? Yes, Autobots will be far and few but never fear, that third chapter will make life great. Got chapter two complete but it's not getting put up until I'm sure this one will do good.

Enjoy!
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Sitting on the plane, I could only stare out at the changing scenery. Mom and Dad were shipping me away from home because they couldn't deal with me anymore. They were shipping me to my real home in San Diego, California to live with Avery. My eyes watered at the memories I shared with the man who treated me like the daughter he'd never had.

Uncle Avery looked so much different than my father. Taller, though not by much with blonde hair instead of my father's obnoxious red. His blue eyes were so much sweeter too, like you could tell he cared about everything and everyone. Even the cars were people to him back then. Shaking my head I let it lay back to relax for the rest of he point to point flight.

Through those few hours nightmares were all I had. Nightmares of my father, and the room they'd caged me in. And suddenly the dreams changed. I could hear all sorts of rather metallic sounds, and bright blue lights, and flamed meteors. It was like Armageddon but not. I could see people screaming and yelling, but I couldn't hear them, it was like a silent movie playing in my head.

Apparently we'd landed and a stewardess, who had become worried from seeing me thrash about in my sleep, headed over to me to shake me gently. She let out a scream when I came jerking up, a fist balled and ready to be thrown at my attacker. Once I'd seen the terrified look in her eyes, I stopped and took a deep breath, letting my arms fall gently.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! You just looked like you were in pain and a lot of us thought you were having a heart attack..." The stewardess chattered on for what seemed like forever until I held up my hand with a smile crossing my face.

"My good woman, you've done nothing to upset me." Laughing gently, I stood and stretched a bit before pulling out a lollipop and sticking it in my mouth.

She continued on behind me until I got off the plane before she wished me a safe rest of my trip.

Walking through the gate and into the luggage pick up room, my gaze drifted to the windows that encompassed the whole room only to fall on the sight of an F-22 Raptor.

Now mind you I had heard of the attacks in Baltimore. I'd read up on them in my attempt to keep up with the world while caged away. The knowledge that many of the goodies were spread out throughout the United States to keep the safety levels green was always floating around in my head. But just how effective would an F-22 be this far away from the President?

I quickly grabbed the small fast food receipt from my pocket and a pencil from my hoodie pocket and doodled down the symbol before I grabbed my luggage and walked into the main terminal to begin my search for Avery.

Looking around, there were so many people with only one protector. Whatever the government was up to seemed a bit flaky to me but before I could over analyze the situation further I heard a rather loud and booming voice behind me.

"Crap." I groaned only to be picked up and swung around with rather bulky arms around me.

"My Kimmy! How have you been little one?" Avery asked, before setting me down only to ruffle my hair a few seconds later when my guard was down.

Grumbling and un-fluffing myself, I looked up at my Uncle with a smile. He'd been working out, or at least working on more cars per day. As a smirk crossed my face I balled a fist and took it right to his gut. His reaction scared the daylights from me as he crumpled to the floor.

Gasps emitting from all around me, I shrank into a small version of myself, watching people looking at me disapprovingly.

"Ha ha! Just kidding Kimmy! Wha- wait why are you so ghost white?" He questioned, tilting his head a little before reaching down to grab my luggage carts without a single groan or complaint.

"..but you! I mean you were..." My tongue just further tied itself in knots, making my explanation last until we got to his car, which only further confounded me.

A beautiful 76 Camero sat before me. The black paint detailed with red-ish glitter flames running up from the tires as if they were on smoke. The all around detail that man had put into his car left me piratically drooling and looking a bit like a slow individual.

"Avery! Oh my god, wow! This looks like it took you months to complete!" I yelled, before running around to his side to pop the hood, a beautiful, chromed 428 V-8 staring back at me before he revved it, the engine purring like spoiled brat cat.

"It did. Took me a good four to find all the replacement parts. I built it from scratch, found the shell in a junk yard. But you'll be even more pleased with the surprise I have waiting for you at the house." He stated, before closing his door, which was my signal to shut the hood, shut up, and get in.

We zoomed past all the little hot-wheel toys, laughing about their drivers and makers, the silly little plastic cars sounding like really aggravated bumble bees. About half way through the ride back I looked in the dash and tilted my head, the red LCD lighted stereo staring back at me. I looked at Avery who just smirked, still staring straight forward and pushed the power button with a rather shaky hand, afraid of what music would cause me to become totally deaf.

As it beeped a confirmation it was on, I felt the rumble before I heard the music, one of his metal bands came screaming out at me from the multiple speakers around me and the sound waves seemed to push me further back into the leather seat.

Before I could reach the volume button to turn it down he swerved off and into the nu-necissarily long drive way before speeding up to the house only to grab the e-break and drift around the fountain in the front. He let out almost a roar of laughter as he saw my white knuckles grabbing the "oh shit" bar by my head.

"Y'know, it's a good thing you aren't married Ave. I'm pretty sure any woman of your standards would hate to see you come speeding toward the office like that. You'd probably kill them by heart attack before you'd be able to have a kid.." I muttered, shaking my head and rubbing my hand before I opened the door to get out and grab a few bags of luggage.

"I suppose you're right. Thank god I'm not married. I wouldn't be able to travel or take care of you." He added to my protest of his driving. "Now go wash up so we can eat, I've got a steak simmering out back and a ton of sides sitting in the oven staying warm just for you." He grunted, before throwing the front door to his rather modest house open.

The inside of his house was huge and beautifully done. It looked like a woman had been there but there was no evidence of it except for the decorations. As I made my way back to my room I groaned only to blink a few times at the sound of rather large paws hitting the wood flooring.

"Axel!" I'm pretty sure I sounded like a dog yipping, but that's the reaction I always had when greeted by my favourite person.

Axel was a rather large husky who stood out from the rest due to his rust coloured markings and rather wolf like physique. Giant white paws pinned my shoulders down and I laughed before struggling against him to get into a sitting position, rubbing on the dog all over which only made him flop down in my lap.

"Dang, mutt you've gotten so big! Last time I saw you, you still looked like a puppy..." I mused, resting my forehead on his as he sighed out in response which only made me giggle harder.

"Kimmy, c'mon! Foods ready!" Ave's voice rang through the house and Axel perked up at the word food, taking off with a bark as he slid around the corner and somehow made it down the stairs gracefully.

Walking into my old room, I smiled at the rather old Japanese theme he'd turned it into. He knew that the fashion from Japan mesmerized me and even had an old kimono framed and put on the wall, which did take my breath away. The silk fabrics hand embroidered. It was gorgeous.

Hurriedly, I washed my hands and took off in my sock, sliding up to the stair railing before sliding down it just like I always had only to slide all the way into the kitchen after being propelled from the railing. With a loud "oof!" I ran into Ave and slid down to hit my rump square on the floor tiles.

"Okay, ow. Not cool Ave. You know this is a designated landing zone, right?" I looked up at him with a grin before taking his hand and yelping as he yanked me up from the ground easily.

"Yes, but I also haven't been around you for two years so it's not something I'm used to anymore. I'll try and remember from now on..." He muttered, bowing to me slightly.

Putting my hands on my hips I nodded only to be knocked over the head playfully with a bottle of steak sauce.

"Ow! Avery!" I yelled, curling up around my head protectively, rubbing the spot he'd just pegged vigorously, looking up at him like he was crazy, which only caused a booming laugh to ring through the house.

Getting up I looked at the counter tops in the huge kitchen and grinned, grabbing a ridiculously large plate only to fill it so there was no empty space to be found on it, before flopping down at the table and looking out the back windows at the beach.

He sat down next to me and pours some of my soda into a glass before handing it to me and smiling softly, his teary eyes betraying just how truly happy he was to see me. Lifting up my glass he sniffled a bit after they clinked together and I just laughed, before stuffing a spoonful of mashed potatoes into my mouth happily.

Dinner went with talking about all the drama my father had started, about how complicated things had gotten at home, but mostly about how they'd kept me caged in the house, unable to visit or have anyone visit me which caused Ave's face to contort with disappointment.

"Well here you're welcome to go anywhere you'd like, just so long as you tell me where you intend to go. The trip to Phoenix is in a few weeks, so try to stay out of trouble for the sake of it all, okay?" He asked, looking down at me, his blue eyes a bit too intense for my liking.

"No problem Ave." I gurgled through the last of my food only to look at him with intense eyes of my own. "Now just what the devil was that surprise you promised me?" The question seemed to throw him off like he'd totally forgotten it.

I watched him slowly rise and walk over to me before being blinded by a think material blindfold.

"Avery what the hell?" I questioned, turning my head this way and that, trying to see under it with all my might but failing only to jump when he grabbed my shoulders and turned me to my right.

"Just calm down and watch your footing." His mutter almost fell on deaf ears as I looked around, rather frantically, not okay with the fact that I couldn't see. "Calm down, and walk." He repeated, giving me a little nudge forward.

Crossing the house proved difficult when I walked in to the living room coffee table but at that point I knew we were walking toward the garage which enthralled me. This meant the surprise had something to do with a car. And if I was right, it had something to do with my car in particular.

Slowly, the blindfold was lifted from my eyes and I let out a yelp, seeing the beautiful purple and black glitter coated car in front of me. It was my 1967 Shelby. My car we'd been working on for years. Avery had finished all by himself and made sure to keep it to my specifications. Without a second thought, I threw open the drivers side door and popped the hood, only to lose my breath at the beautiful chromed sight before me.

"Just like I wanted...Avery all of it's to the specifics we sat four years ago. I mean the chrome plating, the dual exhaust, the coating on the inside..." I whispered, running my fingers over the brand new engine, and over the plating that state it was an official Shelby.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he began to laugh again. It was that laugh that meant my reaction was better than what he expected. Shutting the hood gently, I looked over at him with an amazed look, before walking along the car, following the silver stripe that lead to the back. Somehow, a smirk had decided to reveal itself, my hands running up the back windshield.

"Hollywood."

"Figured it was good enough to be a Hollywood star." Ave mused, before walking over to nudge me toward the open drivers side door. "Take a seat, see what it feels like."

I slid over to the driver's side door and then slid right into the seat, melting in to it as it cradled me. New car smell was never so sweet. That's when I let my fingers run over the dashboard, stopping at the stereo system mainframe to smirk. It was just like his, which meant I could go deaf and easily at that. Then my fingers traced over to digital screen.

"GPS, weather, .mp3 compatible. Everything I knew you'd need. There's even a plug in for your laptop.." He trailed off as he saw my face before grinning. "Took that from you too, didn't they?" He asked, only to frown when I nodded slowly.

"No connection to anyone Avery. Except you." My voice cut short and I sighed out, looking off and down the row of cars he'd managed to collect. They kept my attention until I saw something shine out of the corner of my eye. That's when I knew what Ave had done for me.

In his hand was a brand new, custom made laptop. The stop of the screen black and dimly back lit by red LCD bulbs. He opened it up and pressed the power button only to have to keys back lighted by green LCD's. It was obvious that he'd spent a long time building it, but I don't think that hit me until he closed it and smiled down at me.

"You know for being so big you sure are a teddy bear Ave." My words sounded so melancholy it wasn't even funny.

"Kimmy you don't have to get all sentimental on me, kiddo. All of this is for you. I figured they'd taken everything we built away so I made sure to have something for you when you came back. I even made sure that you have a full closet of clothes. Special ordered from Japan and France." He told me, tilting my chin up gently with a smile. "Oh and here." He added, dropping a car key into my hand.

Staring down at it, I could only imagine just how much I meant to Avery. It was obvious how much I cared about him, I mean I let him touch me, which was different. At least that I knew of. But apparently he'd missed me so much that he made sure I wouldn't want to leave this time.

"You can go out whenever you'd like to. And you'll get to follow me to Phoenix in it, I'm not driving you and you're not driving me. So. I'll let you get acquainted with your car, but let's watch a movie here in a bit, sound good kiddo? I could use some down time, as you can imagine and I figured a good action flick would do us both good tonight." He rumbled on, rubbing his chin a little with a small yawn.

"Sounds good Ave. I'll head in here in a little bit." I replied, watching him walk off before throwing open my laptop and opening up the quickest media downloading system, beginning the restoration of my music library my parents had stolen from me.

As music downloaded, I walked toward the hood and ran my fingers over the outline of the beautiful mustang that plastered the front. He'd put so much of his art into the car, as well as his sweat, tears, and most likely a ton of his blood. Ave never was too graceful when it came to putting cars together.

Sighing out I walked over and popped the hood, propping it open before sliding the key gingerly into the ignition. As I turned the key, I felt a rather psychotic grin creep over my face. This car sounded like a huge cat purring for me, like it was so over joyed from starting it would call out my name any minute.

"Hollywood." I muttered, running my fingers over the gear shift that only needed to be tapped in order to change. Six gear, four wheel drive. On a Shelby. Avery was nuts, but it slowly showed to be a good thing.

Before I could get too involved, I remembered what he had said and turned the key to the off position, leaving it in the ignition slot as I got out, closing my laptop and dusting off my hands before walking back into the kitchen with a rather loud and long sigh, slipping in to the house and then down a rather lengthy hallway, upstairs, into the entertainment room he'd enlarged.

He was reclining in his satin chair, watching the news with a rather grim look on his face.

"That fight in Baltimore wasn't worth the lives lost. At least they upped the security." His low rumbling voice echoed in the room and so did the yelp when I snuck up on him before flipping onto my couch, a long soft leather couch.

"I agree, now let's watch some Marvel movies before I pass out. That plane ride was too stressful..." I groaned, stretching in my seat only to wince as my back popped. "And before I need to take my pain pills..." I added, regretfully.

He nodded and placed a movie in the DVD player that was mere inches from his chair. This room was made for lazy people, which is why you never heard a sound from us once we'd disappeared into it. The couches were so soft, and so was the carpet, and the surround sound made you feel like you were in whatever movie you happened to be watching.

The night went by in a flash. We hadn't even noticed that it had gotten to be two in the morning before he looked at me with a rather large grin.

"What's up your sleeve now Avery..?" I asked, stretching and sliding off my couch, looking up at him from the floor. "It's too late for surprises." I groaned, rolling around in his floor, leaving a body print in the deep carpet.

"We're going dirt bike riding later on today, around mid afternoon. So I'll let you sleep as late as you'd like. It's up to you what goes on before then." He stretched and strained, trying to relax his muscles before standing up, grimacing as his knees gave a loud 'pop'.

Smiling up at him, I watched him leave the room after muttering a rather soft 'goodnight' as he walked out. Shaking my head, I got up and slugged my way into my room, my feet dragging behind me like someone had tied weights to them. It was so nice to finally be home, to finally be free from the tyranny that was my parents.

Flopping down on the bed even took effort, but once I had landed I melted into the satin sheets he'd bought for me. It was nice to be the niece of a rich man. Especially one as generous as Avery.

"Dirt bike riding. It's been a while since I've done that..." A yawn escaped from me, and I let my body give in to sleep, rolling over as it took me deeper into the abyss of sleep. No nightmares even dared reach me tonight, I'd be too tired to even have a twitch as a reaction.

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Well? Did I do good? It's still kinda hard to get used to writing again... Let me know what you think!