This is how my characters Blair and Rachel got to know the G1 Autobot's. Read on my friends!

Blured

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So far the day had gone all right and well. Well in Blair's definition of 'right and well'. Her definition of it was no ignoring customers, no classes to worry about, and no sister and parents to worry about either. She had the snow outside to thank for that.

Her dad called a few hours ago saying that he wasn't going to be home anytime soon because of the snow had trapped everyone at his shop in town in. Rachel was also in town getting who knows what just incase anything happened that would cause them from going anywhere. How she had made into town was beyond Blair. Their mom lived out of state.

It was snowing really bad outside but Blair was comfortably slacking off inside her house strocking her cat which she had no problem with either. But what she didn't know was that her peaceful lazy day was about to change forever.

Blair laid on her back watching a rerun of a show she liked to watch, her cat seating snuggly on her stomach purring softly. Twitching her ear she opened her bright yellow eyes and listened to something that Blair couldn't hear yet.

Completely oblivious to her cat's movements, Blair sighed as the show went off, but then the sound that her cat heard she finally took notice of. Blair always had this unique ablility to figure out sounds and what object it went to, very precisely for that matter.

Seating up, "A jet?" she said out loud

Blair put her hand on her cat's head softly, listened, and turning off the TV.

"A F-15 I think with a tricked out engine, but I here something else to." concentrating on the rumbling coming from the said jet.

"I can't tell. The jet is over powering the other sound."

The whole house was vibrating now. Blair looked at the half empty glass that was vibrating on the glass table in front of her, the Dr.Pepper in it sloshing around inside. Blair watched her cat take off for some were in the house to hide.

"Jet's never come this close, it sounds like it's going to land right outside. And in a blizzard at that."

Blair slipped on her socks, Sketchers, and ran for the kitchen and down the laundry room of the front part of the house. She still couldn't tell what the other sound was because of the jet but what ever it was, was on the ground.

The long hallway that leads to the side of the house had one small window with a washer and dryer in it doubling as the laundry mat. Blair leaned on the dryer and looked out of the window. She had always said this house was weird the way it was constructed but she had grown use to it since the two years she and her sister had lived here.

Blair leaned futher on the dryer thankful for her abnorml height of six-foot something for a young women like herself and both her parents being short. She put her hands on the glass and peered through, trying to see through the thick snow coming down outside. Looking up was nothing but white fuzz and an eerie gray sky. It was so thick that she couldn't see the road in front of the house, but then again that wasn't surprising because it was a half of a professional football field away.

The jet was getting closer now "What is it going to do crash? Jets back home never got this close to the ground."

Back before her parents had decided to move closer to most of their family that lived in Oregon and parts of the west coast, they lived on the east coast of the United States were they all hours of the day had jets flying around. She had come accustom to the jets because they had become an everyday occurrence even if you never knew when they'd be flying over head. Having lived in North Carolina all her life she, along with her sister, still called the Tar Heel State home. But neither of them liked moving.

At first Blair had been eager to move some place new away form N.C. Her life there was rough. She had no friends that like the thing she like, she had some but known that understood her and her hobbies or being a tomboy. Rachel raged having to leave, she, unlike Blair had friends. Rachel was more of a girly girl than her sister on most occasions but Rachel couldn't hide that she loved to go under the hood of an expensive vehicle.

Later down the road Blair took Rachel's side in wanting to go back to her childhood home.

"This is unreal! It's to damn close!"

Blair said aloud finally seeing the F-15. So close she could see its colors even though it was just a blur in the snow engulfed sky. Suddenly she saw the sky light up in a brilliant red purple mix then a loud explosion after a few seconds like the light of thunder then the clap of the lightning. Blair felt the house shake then heard the screeching of tires. She thought to herself it was like an action movie when a helicopter is chasing a person, well in this case a F-15, and just at the last minute everything should go in slow-mo.

Blair lost her balance and slepted on a stray sock on the floor. She found herself, lying on the floor rubbing her butt from the fall.

"I'm going to get Rachel latter. It was her week to tend to the laundry," she said through clenched teeth.

Regaining her poseur she finally noticed that everything was quiet now, deadly quiet. Quickly jumping to her feet and running toward the door that was at the end of the hallway she ran out of it just before grabbing he gloves off the rack and her heavy snow jacket out of the closet.

Blair pulled her hood over her head with white fur on it edges. Blair stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the rumble of the jet coming back.

"He's coming back to make sure he got what ever he shot at," thinking to herself

For some reason she found herself running back to the house toward the door she had just come out of. She had no idea why but she did. And she her self kind of scared. "This is unreal" the thought watching the jet zoom past over head from under the thing that was over the door like a small shelter.

She covered her ears over her hood as the loud engine of the jet as it came back toward the road. If you have ever been to an air show you known how loud jet engines can get. Blair waited for sometime after the jet disappeared apparently satisfied that what ever he had targeted had been destroyed. But through the thick falling snow Blair could just barrely see smoke rising just over the tree line that lined the road past her house.

"What am I getting myself into?" she asked to no one as she took off down the path that lead to the road from her house dreading what she would find but naturally and completely curious.

T.B.C . . .

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AN:

You known I have to add my two cents.

Some of the things in this story are acturaly based on my life. (yes chessy I know) The only thing I'm going to point out though is that I do live in North Carolina and all sorts of flying aircraft fly over my house all the time.

I don't know much about the 80's so sorry if something may be out of place. My bad.

Transformers and related character(s) belong to HasTak Blair, Rachel, and the plot are mine

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