Chapter 1: New Summer Job

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, as much as I'd like to… *Sigh* I only own my OC, Hannah.

Legend: Thoughts, "Speech".

Weird idea formed weird story. Hope will be up to your tastes! This is my first fic, so please be less harsh with your reviews. I'd also like to thank my pal, Divya, for inspiring me. Read on!

"Yaaaaahhh!" I flew and landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. I heard a sigh and looked up to see the face of my exasperated mom.

"What did you land on? Did you break anything this time?" With the bazillion times I've attempted flying, you'd think that she'd be used to it by now. Oh well, that's what moms do best. Worry.

I stood up and brushed myself off. "Nah woman, I'm okay! You'd better worry 'bout your food more, unless you want to order takeout again for lunch."

She face palmed and groaned. "Oh no! I totally forgot! Back in a mo, I'll be busy trying to make it presentable." She ran into the kitchen, which had black smoke billowing out the door.

I chuckled. How typical. Get so distracted that our food is sacrificed. I sat at the dining table and waited.

Mom was pretty much the best girl-friend that I had. Apart from being slightly scatter-brained and not being able to cook well, she's pretty much the most fun-loving adult I've met in my life. Sometimes, I think of her as more of an equal than a senior.

She's also the prettiest lady in the world and I'm not exaggerating. She's pretty tall and has dark brown hair all the way down her waist. Bangs framed her heart-shaped face and two glittering ocean blue eyes twinkled joyfully. An energetic aura constantly surrounded her, always making her seem much younger than her actual age, but sometimes when she is stressed or troubled, the 35-year-old her surfaces.

I was brought back to the living by a frightening declaration.

"I've managed to save the food! Bad news is you'd probably have to go to the bathroom after eating this." Mom appeared in the doorway with some very suspicious-looking things she called "food". I sighed. As awesome as you might be mom, you still can't cook for squat.

Grudgingly receiving a bowl and a spoon, I shrugged and started eating. Trying not to gag while holding a conversation, I said, "You know, it's been a few weeks into the summer vacation, and I really have to get a summer job to pay for my tuition. But, I'm not really sure what to do. I'd really like to try something new, preferably to do with cars. Working in the pet hotel was okay, until the manager changed. The new one is such a bi-"

Mom cut me off before I could start swearing. "Language, Hannah. Anyway, that was on my mind too. Initially, I wasn't planning to ask you about it, since you had a job already. But, since you're already planning to quit that job, it's going to work out."

My curiosity was piqued. When mom said something would work out, she meant it. What crazy idea do you have this time? I arched an eyebrow and waited for the news.

She smiled and announced, "You remember your uncle Will? Well, he just offered for you to help him wash and do some minor repairs on some cars from the military he works in. So, how about it?"

"Yes!" I cheered. This could be a chance to see vehicles the military use. It'll be a great learning experience and I get to be near cars!

"I knew you'd say that. Work starts tomorrow at five am. He'll pick you up."

"Thank you, thank you, and thank you!" I hugged her and then did a little victory dance. Oh my gosh. Military vehicles? Internally I did a fangirl 'squee', impatiently waiting for tomorrow to come.

Short first chappie, I know. Don't worry, more to come! Please R&R.