So I've found a beta and I plan on having every chapter edited! Thanks to DawnofShadow256 for betaing, as well as Moonlightdeer for helping with that and being my co-writer/collab partner! I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!


Each person you pass by on the sidewalk has a name. No matter how ordinary they may be, every one of them has a personality, a family, and a home. I'm one of those people. Even at sixteen years old I'm not the most normal person you've ever walked by. Sure I have long black hair that reaches my thighs and dark blue eyes, nothing weird there. However, having a strange blue tattoo that covers the entire left side of my body is. You know, just a little bit. I'm not even sure where it came from or how it got there. It would be impossible for me to ask my real parents, Albert Witwicky and some lady 'or as I know her, she-who-shall-not-be-named', because they abandoned me at birth. Luckily for me my Aunt Judy and Uncle Ron were there to take me in.

Most people would have some sort of issue from being left at a doorstep as a baby, but me? Well it just solidifies the fact that certain people are going to screw you over so you have to know who you can really trust. "Make good people choices!" is what my Aunt Judy says, and why not listen to a woman who threatens you with a baseball bat? Now that we're past that, onward!

My cousin Sam and I live in a town called Tranquility. I'm sure you've never heard of it but it's in Nevada. It's also where, surprise, surprise, we go to our crappy high school. It sucks big time because everyone there is either a douchebag like Trent Demarco, or a stuck up bitch. Either way I don't really talk to anyone; I try to keep all the hormones as far away from me as possible. My cousin Sam however... he's a total tool. He's always trying to be someone that he's not to make friends or, more importantly, impress a girl named Mikeala Banes.

So far he hasn't been that successful; I'm not even sure if Mikeala knows he's alive. Which I find kind of hilarious but hey! I have an amazing sense of humor! Sam will deny it saying that I'm a she devil, but he's just jealous that people actually try to talk to me. The sad, sad truth of his poor, little, adolescent life, but I love him anyways… even if he is a loser.

Anyways, today is a huge day! Sam and I are going to get our first car! Man I'm so freaking excited that we don't have to ride the bus to school anymore! I'm practically bouncing in my seat! The deal was that if we both got good grades this year that Uncle Ron would buy us a car.

My Aunt and Uncle never had to worry about my grades because I'm a genius, literally. I've never gotten anything below an A+ in any class ever. It's kind of weird if you think about it, but school is way too easy for me. I swear I could read an entire thousand-page book and memorize each word. Sam likes to joke and call me a human dictionary but I can't help it. But anyways, at the moment we were both on our way to find our car with Uncle Ron.

"Are you two excited about getting your first car?" Ron asked, looking at us through his mirror with a large smile on his face.

"Yup! But I think that Sammy here will crash it if you let him drive." I joked, earning a glare from my cousin. I elbowed him lightly in the arm, or at least I thought it was lightly, but he cringed and scooted farther over in his seat. Pansy.

"Stop being such a brat Clare." He muttered.

I shrugged kicking at the passenger seat distractedly. "What kind of car are we going to get Sam? No Porsches either!" I don't know why; I like the brand but I never wanted to own one as my first car. It's probably because Sam and I are going to share it and I expect him to total it at least once or twice.

Sam pouted at me. "Why not a Porsche? If I get one of those Mikeala will definitely talk to me!"

"Not on your life..." I muttered under my breath as we pulled into a lot. When I looked up my eyes widened in surprise as junk car after junk car passed by us. "Where did you take us Uncle Ron?" I twisted around in my seat looking for the name of the dealership, catching site of a big, worn down sign that read 'Uncle Bobby B's: used car lot'. With a sigh I slumped back in the seat, waiting for Uncle Ron to finish parking the car. I glanced towards Sam who was gaping like one of those fish that you see in those giant ass aquarium tanks. "Might as well get this over with Sam." I said as I stretched and got out of the car.

Sam followed and together we went to look over different rusted pieces of crap cars while Uncle Ron talked to the owner.

I wandered away from Sam, perusing the different rustbuckets when I suddenly jolted as a strange... almost static shock hit me. I tried shaking it off but it seemed to pull at me, feet carrying me to the furthest corner of the lot where an old yellow Camaro with black racing stripes sat. "What are you doing in this crap hole?" I whispered to the vehicle. It definitely seemed out of place here next to all these junkers. I walked around it, inspecting it carefully. No rust, though the paint was a little faded but that could be fixed easily enough. I popped the hood and took a look at the engine underneath which was unlike anything I had ever seen before... maybe it was custom built? Trust me I would know, I spent a summer in a car garage. Don't ask why. Either way it was in really good shape! Letting the hood fall, I turned and looked for Sam to find him standing not too far off with Uncle Ron and some other guy looking at what appeared to be a shitty Dodge Neon. Ewww!

"Hey Sam! Come check this out!" I shouted across the lot at him.

He came jogging over, looking sick to his stomach. "Did you see that car dad was trying to make me get?" He blanched and shuddered.

"Well let's try to get him to buy this one instead." I grinned and patted the hood of the old Camaro. I held in a started jump as I felt another small swell of the energy like before. During the time that Sam and I were talking Uncle Ron and the man from earlier had walked over to stand next to us.

"Strange... I don't remember this car being here." The strange man said quietly. Oddly enough, he reminded me of some male stripper in a dress shirt and pants. Aww man bad images! I'm going to have to bleach my brain.

"An old Camaro. Nice." Uncle Ron said before turning to the stri –ahem- gentleman. "How much?"

"Considering the make and paint job..."

"The faded paint job that we have to fix?" I deadpanned loudly, earning myself a glare from the salesman.

"It's still a custom paint job girly. Five grand." He quipped.

Uncle Ron was immediately shaking his head. "I'm not going over four."

"Well I guess that settles it! I can show you a car worth four grand." Bobby B ushered us away towards some junk car that looked like it belonged on a crap sundae right next to the Camaro.

We hadn't even taken two steps when there was a loud metallic bang. All of us whipped back around to see the door of the Camaro buried into the side of the Lumina Bobby B was trying to pawn off on us. I couldn't help it... I burst out laughing while everyone else was standing there too shocked to move or say anything. Of course this made it seem as if I was guilty or something, WHICH I WASN'T!

"Clare!" Uncle Ron scolded me.

"I didn't do it! I was right here with you the whole time!" I protested.

"Well there are other cars that I can show you-" Bobby B started only to suddenly get cut off as another high frequency screech split through the air; causing each of us to cover our ears and all of the car windows and windshields to completely shatter.

We all ducked out of the way as flying glass came showering down around us. Aside from getting a few small cuts this was totally making my day!

After the glass had stopped falling and the noise had cut off, everyone looked up to see only the Camaro undamaged. I stared at it with a grin... looks like the car picked the owner!

"I'll take four thousand!" The cheapo salesman swiftly turned to Uncle Ron.

"Deal." They shook hands while I flitted over to the Camaro and patted the hood affectionately.

"Good car!" I crooned to it while Sam just gave me a weird look. "Hey! Don't you stare at me mister bedroom masturbator!"

"Clare shut up!" Sam blushed furiously and stomped over to stand next to me. "I do not do that so don't go broadcasting it to the whole world!"

"Sureeeee you don't! You know, acceptance is the first step to finding a solution." I told Sam with an evil smile as Uncle Ron walked back over to us before Sam could say anything else. He still shot me an evil glare before reaching for the car keys in Uncle Ron's hands. I wasn't having any of that so I quickly called out. "Rock paper scissors for who gets to drive first!"

Sam put on his game face, which actually just looked like he was severely constipated, and we started smacking our fists into our open palms. Unfortunately for Sam I already knew his particular rock paper scissor pattern... heehee.

"Rock! Paper! Scissors! Shoot!"

Sam groaned as I put the scissors to his paper and even made the fun cutting motion with sound effects. "I WIN!" I grinned and snatched the keys from Uncle Ron.

"She's probably going to get me killed or something dad..." Sam muttered as he sulked around to the passenger side door. He slid in and buckled his seatbelt as I practically dove into the driver's seat and did the same.

For a moment I gently rubbed the key in my hand before I slid it into the ignition almost reverently and twisted it. The engine gave a loud roar and the strange energy that I felt before intensified until I felt like my hair would stand up. I shivered slightly at the feeling, brushing it off before Sam noticed and concentrated on not crashing and dying in a giant inferno. So I continued to drive the car off the lot and towards the direction of home.


Later that night I sat in my room, doing homework for my AP Biology class. Sam had taken the car to go to a party with his friend Miles in an effort to, unsuccessfully, impress Mikeala. I grinned at the thought and flipped my textbook closed once I finished the last question on the worksheet.

Sam had wanted me to go to the lake party as well, but I wasn't really into being around a bunch of people that I didn't know. It made me uncomfortable, and I would probably end up terrorizing some of them with pranks. Plus, I didn't really want to see Sam hit on Trent Demarco's girlfriend, or get his ass kicked. Cuz then I'd have to kick Trent's ass for kicking Sam's ass!

Stretching my arms above my head, I stood up and made my way downstairs to the kitchen where Aunt Judy was making what smelled like chicken teriyaki for dinner. Uncle Ron, however, was not in the kitchen as usual. Normally he was trying to steal the all the food before everyone sat down to eat. "Where's Uncle Ron?"

Aunt Judy turned to me and pointed out the window towards the backyard. "Oh he's out there trying to fix the spots that Sam left when he stepped on the lawn! Honestly I told him that unless it's real Maui green it shouldn't matter but he just wouldn't listen!"

I blinked at her, before slowly shaking my head and trying to fight down a laugh... good ole crazy Aunt Judy. "Ok I'm going to go outside and see what he's doing." With a quick wave I stepped out the door to the backyard, immediately catching sight of Uncle Ron's chubby form staring down at the grass with a deep concentrated frown. "Sam step on the grass again Uncle Ron?" I came to a stop beside him while laughed quietly.

He held out his hands rapidly waving them back and forth at the small foot prints. "He just doesn't understand how it feels to own, mow, and love your own grass. To have each piece perfect only for a teenager to come by and step on it! No respect, I tell you!"

I shrugged. "Make him get down on his hands and knees and use a set of tweezers to pull each individual blade up!"

"That's a good idea... until he decides to stay on the path!"

"Right. So when is Sammy double whammy coming back home?" I asked and looked over at the smooth rock path just as a little green frog hopped onto it. I swear it was looking at me funny, and I just stared back without blinking, I would not break!

"...listening to me...? Clare?" An irritated voice questioned, distracting me from my contest with the frog that I had subconsciously named Cabbage.

"Huh? What?" Swiveling around, I caught sight of Uncle Ron staring at me intently.

"I asked if you could walk Mojo and Frankie before dinner?" He prompted me.

"Oh sure. I guess I'll be back in a few then." I turned back around and started back towards the house to grab the little humping menace AKA Mojo, and little lovable Frankie the non-shaking humping menace. THE ONLY NORMAL DOG!

"MOJO! FRANKIE! WANNA GO OUTSIDE?!" I called out as soon as I stepped foot into the house and grabbed the two leashes hanging near the door.

Almost immediately I heard the distinct sound of paws pattering through the kitchen before Mojo, the shaking midget, came bolting out of the kitchen followed by Frankie's black and white fat self. I leaned down and attached the leash to each of them before tugging them out the door.

The two of them started tugging as I led them around to the front of the house. "Calm down Seizo: the magically seizuring dog!" I admonished Mojo when he almost choked himself from lunging too hard on the leash. I swear, sometimes I just want to give this dog coffee and sic him on Sam.

Frankie was placidly walking a few steps ahead of me, too lazy to put the effort into walking fast. I had to pull Mojo back gently every few feet as we walked around the block. Both of them did their business, and I did my job as a good citizen by picking up the dingleberries with the pooperscooper bags as Aunt Judy called them.

It was on the walk back that I caught sight of Sam driving home from the party in our Camaro. He also may or may not have almost taken out a trashcan on the curb when he waved at me. I just shook my head and made my way back to the house, stopping near the back door to drop the pooperscooper bags into the trash can.

Sam grabbed a hold of me as soon as I set foot into the house and tugged me to his bedroom. "You'll never guess what just happened!" He slammed the door after us and locked it.

"Umm you finally admitted that you're a complete freak and that you're ok with it?" I deadpanned. He shoved me to sit down on his bed which I grimaced at and stood to sit down on his dresser instead. "I so do not want to sit on your bed ever Sam. I don't know what's happened to those sheets."

"Shut up!" He growled, flushing a deep red color.

"So what happened that you had to drag me away before I could even take Mojo and Frankie off their leashes?"

He almost started hyperventilating, eyes bugging out until he almost looked like Cabbage, my froggy friend. "Mikeala... I talked to Mikeala and she actually talked back! Can you believe that? I even gave her a ride home!"

"Geee I wonder how that happened?" She probably got stranded at the party and desperately needed a ride home, ergo the reason that she spoke to Sam at all. Or maybe she liked nerds with jock complexes who just had no capacity for being masculine? I'm pretty sure that's what it was.

"Hey! I know that you're thinking something completely uncool about me!"

"You'd be right! So what did she say to you? How badly did you embarrass yourself?"

Sam threw his arms up in exasperation. "What makes you think that I did something to embarrass myself?"

"Ummm you're you." I told him seriously. He gave me a withering look making me shrug as I flicked a few strands of my long hair behind my ear from where they had come loose from my bun. "Just tell me what she said to you already!" I demanded.

"Well she uhhh, at first she said a bunch of stuff about the kind of guys she likes..." He deflated.

"So everything that you aren't?" I sighed and kicked my feet against the side of his dresser. "Sam if she can't like you for you then why bother? Stop being an stereotypical teenage boy and find a girl that likes you for you."

He gave me a look. "I think she does like me."

"Wasn't she dating Trent? She can't have that good of taste in men Sam..." I didn't know Mikeala that well, but any girl that dated Trent was probably a preppy bitch. Then again maybe I shouldn't be a hypocrite and judge Mikeala until I knew her myself. Not like that was going to happen. Yup, I was arguing with myself again… I need to stop doing that…

"I think they broke up." He looked up at me hopefully.

I bit my tongue to prevent myself from saying anything to crush his boyish hopes and dreams. "Maybe this is your chance...?" It came out as more of a question and my doubt must have showed, because he gave me a somewhat dejected look.

"You think I have no chance."

"I never said that Sammy! If Mikeala wants to have a relationship with someone in chibi form you're totally up her alley!" I told him, only to bite my tongue because of how degrading it sounded. "I mean go for it Sam! If you think you have a chance, then go get her!"

"You think so?" He asked me hopefully.

"It can't hurt Sam. Just ask her tomorrow or something and if she's not into it then you know where you stand." I told him honestly.

"Alright then! I'll ask her tomorrow!"

"Good! Well it's almost time for dinner so let's get going! IT'S CHICKEN TERIYAKI NIGHT!" I cheered as I ran out the door to his room. Little did I know that things were about to change in our lives.


Sometime that night I was awoken by a hysterical Sam bursting into my room. Doesn't everyone just love to wake up with someone screaming in your ear? "CLARE SOMEONE'S STEALING OUR CAR!"

My body acted on autopilot, jolting up from the bed, I grabbed a jacket; throwing it on along with a pair of leather boots. Together we raced out the door and down the stairs just in time to see our car go shooting past us. Sam yelled back at the house to wake Uncle Ron then grabbed his bike, which prompted me to grab mine. We both hopped on and took off down the driveway, and out onto the sidewalk. Sam got onto his phone and called the police while we rode alongside the Camaro on the sidewalk.

"Hello police? I need to report an emergency! SOMEONE'S STEALING MY CAR!" Sam shouted furiously as he swerved out into the road and followed along behind me since I was faster than him. "I need you to send out every squad car in the area!"

"Oh my god Sam..." I moaned as we peddled along. I could hear him panting heavily from behind me as he continued shouting into his phone. Like they were going to send every car in the area for a stolen Camaro!

We followed until the thief pulled into an old junkyard, both of us discarding our bikes and continuing on foot after it. I took one step in the direction that we had last seen our car disappear in when I was suddenly hit with a feeling of electricity coursing all over my body. My knees almost went out from under me and I had to grab onto Sam to keep from falling down. A muffled scream escaped my mouth before I clenched my teeth together.

"Clare?!"

"I'm ok. Let's go!" I told him as the sensation dissipated. Shaking it off, I launched to my feet and ran across the junkyard with Sam in toe.

My feet almost went out from under me again when I witnessed the most amazing thing I never thought possible! The Camaro was sitting at the opposite end of the junkyard when a small whirring sound broke the silence. Then our four thousand-dollar piece of metal proceeded to shift and break apart. Individual pieces started to move and rotate until a giant form began to take shape. We watched in awe as our Camaro turned into a huge robot!

"What the hell?!" Sam squeaked.

"This is so cool!" I muttered as we watched the metal being shine a huge ray of light out into the night sky.

I heard a small click and looked over to see that Sam had taken a picture of our robot Camaro. "My name is Sam Witwicky and if I don't make it back, my car is alive!" He muttered to his phone.

Rolling my eyes at him I turned back to our robot car... only to notice two large guard dogs sitting just opposite of the scrap pile we were hiding behind. They were watching us intently too, looking like they were ready to rip us apart for dinner. "Oh shit." I whispered as I backed away, slowly dragging Sam after me.

"Clare what are you-oh shit!" He yelled, taking notice of the dogs for the first time too. Seeing our panic, they rose from where they were laying and stepped towards us, growling and showing their teeth.

Both of them lunged towards us making Sam and I scream and take off in the opposite direction. The sound of the chains clanking echoed across the junkyard as the demon dogs yanked themselves free from the brick wall. I shrieked and sprinted away as fast as I could, leaving Sam struggling to catch up.

"Clare! Wait for me!" He yelped and as he tried scrambling up a slab of metal before losing his balance and falling onto his hands and knees. He crawled the rest of the way to the edge as I vaulted over the side, and quickly scuttled down after me and we took off into an old abandoned building at the edge of the junkyard.

I leapt up onto a couple of barrels as soon as we were clear of the shoddy walls and Sam jumped up next to me. We made it just in time because both dogs, a Rottweiler and German Sheppard, tore in after us. Sam clutched at me in panic, nearly pushing me off as the dogs circled us barking and snarling.

"We are so dead!" Sam yelled as one of them snapped at him.

Out of nowhere a bright light filtered in from the holes in the building, making me look up right as our car smashed through the wall! It spun around us and Sam, the idiot, tossed the keys at it!

"Take your keys, we don't want them! The car is yours!" He shouted as he jumped off of the barrels, all while pulling me after him, and sprinted back through the hole. If I was that car I would be laughing my ass off right about now...

He dragged me back outside just in time for a cop car to pull up. And Sam, being Sam, kept adding to his list of idiotic moves as he stopped us right in front of the police car and started sputtering at the cops that stepped out. They just pulled guns on us and… well... you can tell where that went.


Several hours later we were sitting in a police station with this moron detective who was questioning me and Sam about being on drugs.

"I'm not on any drugs." Sam protested.

Another officer tossed what I recognized as Mojo's pain medicine towards the guy questioning us. "What is this huh? That's what you kids are doing now? A little bit of Mojo?" I rolled my eyes at the idiot. He almost reached Sam's level.

"That's our dog's pain medicine." I told him with a deadpan expression.

Uncle Ron who was standing next to us instantly nodded and agreed. "Yeah a Chihuahua."

Maybe the guy wouldn't think we were high if Sam hadn't started going on about our car turning into a giant ROBOT! I glared at my cousin from the corner of my eye and was half tempted to elbow the crap out of him. Yeah it was true, but why would you tell a cop that?! Of course he's going to think we're high!

The cop suddenly put his hand on his head and swayed a bit before holding a hand out towards us like he was warding off evil. I'd show him something really menacing if he didn't let us go soon. Barely 3 hours of sleep didn't exactly make me cute and fluffy. "Whoa whoa! What was that?"

Sam made a small noise of confusion. "Hmm?"

"You eyeballin' my piece fifty cent?" He asked, then he stood up and stalked towards Sam before leaning over him. "You wanna go? Make somethin' happen. Do it." He leaned down into Sam's face and gave him his 'serious' face. "Cause let me tell you somethin', I will bust you up." Never mind. I didn't think it was possible but crazy here is worse than Sam. Congrats Sam, you're no longer on the top of the list.

"Are you on drugs?" Sam and I asked at the same time.


The next morning, I was downstairs in the kitchen eating breakfast while Mojo stared out the window; his front paws on the windowsill. Right now I was waiting for my coffee to get finished because caffeine is life. I can never wake up in the mornings without it.

Sam walked in, dressed for the day and grabbed the milk out of the fridge; proceeding to drink straight out of the gallon jug.

"Sam really?" I reached into the cupboard, grabbing two mugs and passing one to him. "Don't drink out of the jug that's nasty!" He ignored me and kept drinking. Ooh, he was going to regret that.

Mojo started barking out the window as I poured my coffee into my cup and added a crap load of creamer and sugar. "Mojo cut it out! It's way too early for you to be barking at-!" The sudden roar of a loud engine cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

Sam spit out the milk in his mouth and raced over to the window where Mojo was barking.

I followed him and peered out the window and there was our car... or robot pulling up into the driveway. "It came back!" I chirped as Sam proceeded to have a freak out, which involved him grabbing Mojo and calling Miles. I ignored his nonsensical speech and waved at the car. Call me crazy but I like our robot car! It gives off a good vibe.

A sudden tug on my arm had me whipping around in time to see Sam with Aunt Judy's pink bike. "What are you doing?"

"Let's go!" He started yanking me towards the door and I let him, but only because I wanted to go out and see Robocar.

"Sam I can't ride on that." I sighed as he hopped on. He opened his mouth to say something to me when our car came driving around the side of the house, causing him to scream and take off without me.

"What a pussy." At least it's nice to know where I stand for the zombie apocalypse. The Camaro stopped in front of me and opened the driver side door. "How polite of you!" I got in without a second thought, I probably should have questioned that more but for now… meh.

It was kind of weird being in a car that could drive itself, but so much fun! I could just sit back and enjoy the ride, while the car drove after Sam's pink bike riding self in silence with my boot clad feet propped up on the dash. Who knew that Sam could ride that fast? All he did on the weekends was sit inside and play videogames.

The idiot led us through downtown where I caught sight of Mikeala hanging out with some friends outside of the local burger king. This is also where Sam decided to flip Aunt Judy's bike over a piece of uneven concrete and land painfully on his back. "Ouch that had to have hurt." The car even seemed to give a rumbling laugh with me.

Sam slowly stood, rubbing his lower back while muttering something to Mikeala. She replied right before Sam got back on the bike and rocketed off. I was surprised when I saw Mikeala get up and follow him on her moped; she didn't seem like the kind of person that would care about someone else. So Mikeala went after Sam with Robocar and I on her tail.

We lost sight of him in an underpass that was filled with junk. Damn, this was worse than Where's Waldo! I was peering around the trash and between abandoned vehicles in hope of seeing Sam's scrawny ass. The Camaro went up and down a few rows before turning back onto the main road to search there. Only we didn't get far. Robocar suddenly skidded to a halt in the middle of the street before flipping around and gunning it back towards the underpass.

Mikeala and Sam were on the ground next to a fallen moped yelling at each other, but that was not what really caught my attention. No the main picture to this screwed up scene was a black and white robot sprinting towards them while tossing aside cars. A seatbelt snaked across my chest at the same time that the Camaro sped up and did a fishtail; taking out the other robot's legs. Spinning around, Robocar pulled up and opening the passenger door for Mikeala and Sam.

"Hi Sam! Hi Mikeala!" I waved at their dumbstruck faces.

"Clare, what are you?! Never mind Mikeala get into the car!" Sam tried to shove Mikeala in.

"Are you crazy?! I'm not getting into that car!" She protested.

"Just trust me ok?!" He then jumped in; pulling her into the car after him. The door slammed shut after they were both inside and Robocar took off like a bat out of hell.

Unfortunately, our other robot friend shifted down to a police car and tore out after us. Robocar floored it through a cloud of smoke and Sam started beating on the dashboard, flipping out. "GOGOGOGOGOGO!"

"We're gonna die!" Mikeala screamed as the two cars swerved around each other.

"No we're not! No we're not! No we're not!" Sam tried placating her.

And me? I was having the time of my life! "WOOOOOHOOOOOO!" I threw my arms up in the air and cheered for Robocar at the top of my lungs. Fortunately for me the other two were too busy panicking to care what I did.

"Trust me he's a kick ass driver!" Sam told her.

The car then decided to go straight through a glass window in the side of a warehouse.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Sam screeched like a girl. The car swerved hard to the left and gunned it back out of the warehouse, using evasive maneuvers and managed to get away from the cop car. Robocar pulled up to another small warehouse before turning everything off and activating the door locks. This of course made Sam and Mikeala start freaking out even more. Yay for me.

"Relax! It's not like you'd be able to get out here anyways. Mr. Robostalker is still lurking around out there." I told them in a soothing manner, trying to calm them down. This also backfired slightly by caused them both to look over at me.

"Clare! What the hell were you doing in here anyways?" Sam asked me.

I shrugged. "I'm going for a ride in the world's only self-driving car... or at least one of them." It was then that Robocop passed by in front of us.

"Who are you anyways?" Mikeala asked me.

"I'm Clare Witwicky, Sam's cousin!" The car suddenly jerked forward as I held out my hand for her to shake causing her and Sam to scream again.

Robocar just barely made it past the cop car. It seemed to realize it was out of options because as soon as we were clear Robocar spun around and opened the passenger side door and dumped us all out on the dirty ground!

The sound of metal shifting hit my ears a second later as our car shifted into its' robot form and took a fight pose. "GO ROBOCAR!" I cheered as Sam pulled Mikeala and me to our feet, just in time for Robocop to transform and tackle Robocar. They went flying overhead, Robocop coming up onto his feet first. Something small shot out from his chest and landed a few feet from us.

It was a robot that was about the size of a small child, and he looked as twitchy as hell. "Oh no, no Robomojo."

A hand grabbed my arm and pulled me along as we fled from Robocop and Robocar's battle zone. Both of them were tossing each other into buildings and shit. Not a safe place to be, but neither was with Robomojo. That little bastard kept chasing us until it leapt onto Sam's legs; pulling him down and yanking his pants off.

Mikeala took off to god knows where while I was busy kicking Robomojo's metallic ass to try and get him away from my cousin. I'm guessing he finally got pissed off because he then let go of Sam and jumped at me, trying to bring me to the ground. I twisted to the side and he flew past me, if just barely because he was a quick little bastard. By distracting him, Sam had enough time to get to his feet and together we took off running. That is until Robomojo tackled Sam over a small drop-off. It pinned my cousin against a fence and started pulling at him. I frantically looked around for something to hit it with until my eyes landed on a lead pipe sitting not too far away. I grabbed it, scaled down the drop off, and swung at the little thing making it go flying. No one hurts my family!

Robomojo lunged back up and flew at us, somehow managing to get under my pipe as I tried to hit it again. Sam helped me out by grabbing it and holding it out away from himself, trying not to get scratched by its' flailing arms. I would have hit it again if Mikeala hadn't run up and taken a saw to the thing's body; lopping limbs off in a way that would make a lumberjack jealous. She finally managed to cut the damn thing's head off and if fell with a thud.

The Robomojo's body fell from Sam's hands with a dull plop to the ground below... dead. I looked at Mikeala breathlessly and murmured. "Nice one."

"Thanks." She panted, clearly out of breath.

Deciding it was time to go, the three of us jogged along the fence line until we saw Robocar walking over a hill, apparently looking for us.

"What is it?" Mikeala asked.

I felt something shift in me at the question. I wanted to answer but at the same time I didn't know what to say. Sam attempted to. "A robot...like a super advanced robot. It's probably a SONY. Definitely Japanese."

"What's it doing?" Mikeala questioned, a slight bit of fear reaching her voice as Robocar came closer.

"It doesn't want to hurt us. I don't think... or he would have done it already." Sam responded.

"Oh really?! How do you know that? Do you speak robot?!" Mikeala snarked back.

"Hi Robocar!" I greeted him with a wave, earning myself certain looks from Sam and Mikeala. Robocar waved back at me and chirped like some kind of bird.

"Do you want something?" Sam asked him. "The other one was asking about my eBay page."

"You are the strangest boy I have ever met!"

Sam ignored her and shouted up at Robocar. "Can you talk?!"

Suddenly its' radio kicked on, broadcasting a bunch of sound clips that were threaded together. "XM satellite radio!"

"So you talk through the radio?" Sam guessed.

Robocar started clapping at him. "Thank you! Thank you! You're wonderful!"

"So what was that last night?" Sam asked.

A few more clips played from his speakers, but all I caught was unanimous something that had come to visit us from heaven, enforced by the fact that he pointed at the sky.

"So you're an alien." Mikeala and I guessed at the same time.

Instead of responding to us he suddenly shifted down to car form and opened the doors for us. "Anymore, questions you want to ask?"

I shrugged and hopped into the driver's seat immediately. However, Sam and Mikeala were not so eager.

"Let's just get in the car." Sam urged.

Mikeala looked at him like he was crazy. "Get in and go where?"

Sam turned to her. "Fifty years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say that you had the guts to get into the car?"

Mikeala gave him a look before finally getting into the vehicle. Sam followed along after her and got into the passenger seat while she climbed into the back.

Robocar stopped to grab Mikeala's dropped bag and phone and Sam's pants before taking off, back into the city without another word… or clip. Still I enjoyed the ride. The seats were comfortable, but there was the added bonus of knowing that Sam and Mikeala were still panicking internally.

"This car's a pretty good driver." Mikeala said so quietly that it was mostly a whisper. She seemed unsure of how to react to any of what had happened. Well most sane people would be. "You know what I don't understand?"

Both of us looked at her curiously. "What?" We asked at the same time.

"Why if he's supposed to be a super advanced robot does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro?"

Robocar suddenly screeched to a stop out of nowhere, turning sharply until he was sitting dead in the middle of the road blocking both lanes. Both doors popped open in a silent message to get the hell out.

"Now look what...!" Sam stammered as we were coerced out of the Camaro.

And then it took off driving down the road away from us. "Well nice one Mikeala! Four thousand dollars just drove off." Sam and I muttered together.

"Hey! How was I supposed to know that he was sensitive?" She snapped.

I sighed and we turned to walk away and begin the long journey home since our ride left us. How was I going to explain this to Uncle Ron? It's not like we had enough money to buy a new form of transportation. Maybe we could say someone stole-! I was interrupted by the sound of a loud engine revving behind us. I glanced toward the road in time to see a brand new 2007 Camaro approaching us with a custom striped black and yellow paintjob. My jaw literally dropped as I squealed and lunged onto the hood. "SOO COOOL! Robocar you're freaking awesome!" Without waiting for Sam and Mikeala to say anything I ran around to the driver's seat and jumped in. "C'mon Sammy get in so that Robocar can take us wherever he needs to!"

Sam and Mikeala stared in complete shock at our new ride. "What?!"

He stepped forward and opened the door for Mikeala, allowing her to slip into the back seat before sitting in the passenger seat. The three of us stared at each other in complete freaking awe as the car took off again.


About a half hour later Robocar pulled into an alleyway and stopped, motioning for us to get out by opening his doors. We did so in time to see a large red and blue semi-truck with flames painted on it pulling into the alley ahead of us. The sound of engines behind us startled me into whipping around in time to see five more vehicles pulling in. I hesitantly edge closer to Robocar as a safety precaution. "They're cool right?" I whispered to him. They all have the same inkling of energy that I can sometimes sense coming from Robocar, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say they're transforming robots too. He only revs his engine at me.

The truck, or Peterbuilt I realize, stops in front of us for a moment before it begins the process of changing, almost exactly like Robocar did before. However, more parts shift and snap into place as a much larger robotic being appears before us.

We stare in awe at the process and more sounds of transformation go off around us, but I barely notice the others changing. The one in front of me is so freaking big it's at least twice the size of Robocar. If he wanted to he could eat me! Slowly take one step away now…

He kneels down in front of us on one knee until he's almost face to face with our small group, or as much as you can be as a giant robot. "Are you Samuel Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?" He asked in a deep timbre voice.

"They know your name." Mikeala whispered. No shit Sherlock!

I stared at the metal man, whose face seemed more human than robot. The cheeks were metal and smooth, defined as a human's would be, and he had lips that I could tell were softer than the rest of the metal of his face. I feel like such a creeper right now, but there were so many similarities! It was astounding. "Sam he asked you a question." I prompted when my cousin just stared dumbly at him.

"Yeah." Sam answered dumbly.

"My name is Optimus Prime." He informed us, before gesturing with a nod of his head to the others gathered. "We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."

"But you can call us Autobots for short." A yellow and red robo- Autobot informed us in a gravelly voice.

"Autobots..." Sam and I murmured together.

I turned as I heard a noise to my right, turning my body towards the smallest Autobot there. The tiny silver bot stepped forward slightly. "What's crackin' little bitches?" He spun around and leapt onto an old rusted car, his paint gleaming in the street lights. "This looks like a cool place to kick it."

"That is my first Lieutenant designation: Jazz." Optimus introduced us.

"Where did he learn to talk like that?" I asked.

Optimus focused in on me. "We downloaded the English language from the World Wide Web in order to communicate with your kind." He turned towards a large black mech. "This is my Weapons Specialist: Ironhide."

Ironhide transformed his arms into cannons and pointed them at Sam. "You feelin' lucky punk?" He rumbled.

"Easy Ironhide." Optimus warned.

Dude those cannons were freaking huge! Oh my God!

"I was just kidding... I wanted to show them my cannons." Ironhide almost seemed to pout.

"Our Medical Officer: Ratchet." Optimus gestured to the yellow and red one from earlier who was now sniffing oddly at the air.

I immediately knew that I would like Ratchet when he opened his mouth and embarrassed the shit out of Sam. "Hmm the boy's pheromone levels indicate that he wants to mate with the female."

I snorted out a laugh as Mikeala swiveled her head in Sam's direction. Sam in turn glared at me, and I only shrugged as Optimus moved to introduce Robocar. I skipped over him before Optimus could and patted his leg. This seemed to surprise the other robots there including the two that were standing next to Robocar.

Optimus moved to introduce him next. "You already know your guardian, Bumblebee."

Bumblebee, as he had been dubbed, struck a fighting pose and started throwing quick jabs as music started projecting from his speakers. "Check on the rep! Yep second to none!"

I giggled at him and mirrored his movements eliciting a happy chirp from him.

Sam pointed at me and shook his head. "Uhh… that's my cousin Clare she's spec- I mean weird." Sam laughed nervously as he corrected himself. I gave him a nod and put away my death glare for another day.

"Weird?" A red robot with a black head, with these horns on his head grinned and stepped forward to kneel down near me. He was predominantly red, but he had white on his abdomen, and legs, with more black on his crotch area… "She seems to know how to have fun. My designation's Sideswipe."

My mouth formed a little 'o' shape... D'awwwww, he was cute for an alien! "My name is Clare Witwicky! And don't listen to Sam when he says that I'm weird! He's just jealous that I can be a total weirdo and everyone still wants me." I informed him, shooting Sam a grin.

He gestured back over his shoulder to a golden robot that seemed to be glaring at the humans gathered. "This is Sunstreaker, my older twin. Don't mind his attitude he's just an aft."

"Is it because you're the cuter twin?" I asked him seriously.

His grin widened. "Yup. I get all the femmes and he gets none." There was a sudden clang as the bot who was predominantly gold robot, with black on his head and some on his shoulders, forearms, and crotch, AKA Sunnykins, slammed his fist into Sideswipe's helm.

"Liar! The femmes flock to me for my superior looks!"

So this guy was a self-perfectionist and had enough arrogance that he surpassed Trent... I was going to have fun with him. This was going to be awesome. "You have some dirt on you... just there... or umm like all over. Do you need a hose and some soap to get it off?"

Icy blue robot eyes flicked in my direction, well I that's the second robot I've pissed off today. "What did you say squishy?" He growled at me, but oh how sexy that deep metallic voice was.

Then I processed what he called me and my body heated in anger. "What did you just call me?!" I took a step towards him with my fists clenched. "I have a name you giant asshole! It's Clare! Not squishy! Not organic! IT'S CLARE! And if you can't call me by my name then don't complain when I call you Sunnykins!"

Before things could get any worse than they already were, like me being stepped on, Sideswipe picked me up and deposited me on his shoulder. I held onto one of his weird horn thingies for support and snootily turned away from Sunnykins.

"What did you call me organic?!"

I ignored him and played with Sideswipe's ear thing... or maybe it was some kind of a vent? "What is this Sideswipe?"

"It's part of my audio network." Sideswipe explained.

"Oh so it's how you take in and process sound?" I prodded at it gently, not knowing how sensitive it was so I didn't want to hurt it. He rumbled beneath my hands causing me to snap back just in case. Maybe I should be paying attention to Optimus or something. I turned back to see said Autobot waiting patiently for all eyes to turn back to him. "Sorry."

Apparently Mikeala or Sam has asked him something before Sunnykins and I had gotten into it, because he quickly started talking. "We came here looking for the Allspark and we must find it before Megatron."

"Mega-what?" Sam asked him.

Instead of answering him Optimus lifted a hand to his head and tapped at his temple, projecting a light show from his eyes. "Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just, until we were betrayed by Megatron the leader of the Decepticons. All who defied him were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet and the Allspark was lost to the stars. Megatron followed it to Earth where Captain Witwicky found him."

"Wow Grampy Archibald!" I grinned.

"It was an accident that intertwined our fates. Megatron crash landed before he could retrieve the cube and Captain Witwicky accidentally activated his navigation system. The coordinates of the cube were imprinted onto his glasses."

"How did you know about the glasses?" Sam asked. I rolled my eyes at him.

"EBay." Optimus responded.

My jaw dropped. "SAM YOU PUT GRANDPA ARCHIBALD'S GLASSES ON EBAY?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I growled and turned to scale down Sideswipe's shoulder.

Sam squealed like a girl and pointed at Sideswipe. "DON'T LET HER DOWN OR SHE'LL KILL ME! SHE HITS LIKE A FUCKING AMAZON!"

"Amazon?" Sideswipe murmured but he did grab me so that I could not get free to get at Sam. I squirmed in his hand, trying to get at my dumbass of a cousin.

"LET GO! I'M GOING TO RAM MY FOOT SO FAR UP SAM'S ASS THAT HE'LL TASTE THE LEATHER OF MY BOOTS FOR A MONTH!" I shrieked and thrashed kicking wildly at Sideswipe's hand. Man he was a strong robot, but then again I was a small organic human. "It's okay Sam, we have to go home sometime!" I grinned ferally at him making him whimper.

"We have to get the Allspark before Megatron does or else he'll use its' power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army." Ratchet informed us.

"And the human race will be extinguished." Optimus informed us gravely. "Sam Witwicky... you hold the fate to Earth's survival."

"Please tell me that you have those glasses." Mikeala gulped.

"They're at home." I muttered. "Let's just go get them Sam."

"Right." Sam agreed quickly.

Optimus nodded. "Autobots roll out!"

Bee transformed down and opened his doors for us. Sam and Mikeala quickly climbing in, but I never even hit the ground as Sideswipe shifted around me. I squeaked and closed my eyes, not wanting to see it when I somehow got caught in a part and crushed.

"You can open your optics now, Clare." Sideswipe told me. I could hear the grin in his voice.

I slowly opened my eyes before blinking in shock. I was sitting in plush black leather, completely safe, in an expensive as hell car. "Holy shit is this a Lamborghini Murcielago?"

Sideswipe rumbled around me. "You bet! Sunny and I only choose the very best alt modes Clare."

Just then a sleek gold Lamborghini Gallardo drove by us. "He's still covered in dirt." I turned away with a huff.

Sideswipe just laughed as we pulled out after the other Autobots. At least he seemed nice!


R&R! Edited 5/30/16