Hello new and old readers! This, obviously, is my new story. It's a bit different then how it was originally set up, so prepare to be shocked! Of course, you never saw the original, so….. You know what? Just read it.

Kira leaned back in the seat of her car, or truck, rather. She breathed a sigh of relief, as she pulled out of the parking lot for her job. It wasn't that she hated being an Air Force pilot, it was just tiring. Why was it tiring? Well, the reason was currently running across the parking lot in an attempt to catch her before she left.

Maybe I can pretend I don't see him… Nah, he would just find me on Monday. The man had just run up to the window of her truck, just coming a bit below the bottom of the window. He knocked impatiently at the door, and Kira reluctantly opened up the window.

"Yes, Mr. Jones?" The man grinned at her, rubbing his hands on his black slacks. Kira struggled with the urge to just roll up the window and gun it out of there.

"I was wondering if you would be interested in dinner next Tuesday." His grin grew wider, as Kira's frown grew more pronounced.

"I can't, I'm helping a friend out during that time…And I hate you." Henry Jones's grin faltered, before coming back full blast.

"I'll have to change that then, won't I?" With that the man jogged off, leaving Kira staring after him in disbelief.

"…What?"

Kira had just arrived home to her house, a medium sized place, when a knock sounded at the door. She groaned, turning back around and headed towards the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to see her friend Jesse Jameson, standing there. Jesse shoved a box into Kira's hands.

"Kira, I know this is sudden, but I need you to look after these while I'm gone, 'kay? THANKS!" With that, Jesse ran off towards her car, and screeched off down the street. Kira leaned out the door, watching as the car disappeared. The Prius was surprisingly fast.

She shook her head, turning her attention to the box instead. Walking back inside, she set it on top of the counter in the kitchen. She bent over, grabbing a box cutter from a drawer, and slit open the box. Inside were three jet models. One was the jet she flew, and she suddenly recognized them.

"Why would she give me her Trine dolls?" She held up the F-22, smiling at it as she changed it into Starscream. After placing him on the counter, she transformed the other two into their Bipedal stages as well.

"Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp." She murmured, tilting her head at the small figures. She hadn't seen these guys since her childhood days of watching the cartoon. "Now why would she leave you with me? It's not like someone would steal you…Ah, well, the mysteries of the Fangirl."

Kira walked out of the kitchen leaving the box on the counter. After making sure she had locked her front door, she headed up stairs to her room. Let me give you the layout of her house: Basement, then 1st floor is kitchen, living room, a bathroom, and a dining room. Second floor is bedrooms, main and guest.

After the usual before bed routine, showering, brushing teeth, and such Kira was settling down for sleep when she heard a crash.

Kira wasn't one to take it laying down, so she leapt out of bed, and grabbed a bat. Now as to why there was a bat next to her bed, you don't need to know. Let's just say that it can come in handy.

Stepping down the stairs to the first floor, another crash sounded, this one coming from the kitchen. She stepped around the corner, bat raised to strike…

"VIVA LA DECIPTICONS!"

"Shut up Skywarp!"

"Silence."

You have got to be joking.

There in her kitchen, having tipped over a cookie jar, was Skywarp. He was standing on top of the overturned jar, with a cookie raised above his head. Thundercracker was facepalming nearby, as Starscream screeched about being quiet, which was completely redundant considering how loud he was being.

Thundercracker turned, and froze up spotting her.

"SLAG."

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