This story came to me after watching Universal Studios 1980's Knight Rider episode "White-Line Warriors".
Transformers: Dark Of The Moon belongs to Hasbro. I only own Celia Robinson, Claire, and Jefferson.
Always In Your Blood
Chapter 1: The Visit
Celia leaned one hand on the wall and sighed as she shifted her weight to her left leg to ease the pain in her right hip. Her right leg hung like a dead weight as she rested a bit and then walked over to the couch, sitting down and propping up her right leg, pulling up her right pant leg to see the smooth metal her right leg now was.
She then looked over at the trophy case that held several racing trophies. She turned away, feeling shamed.
Ever since that awful accident three years ago, she had never raced again nor did she drive. She walked everywhere and kept clear of cars. She didn't even attend any car races. The racing accident had cost her more than just losing her right leg and the emotional pain had changed her a lot. She kept to herself and lived very simply, mostly to keep racing fans and the press away.
She sighed again and got up, deciding to work on an alarm she had been constructing to keep intruders out.
Opening the door from the house to the large garage, she stepped in and found something she didn't expect.
A huge green and white robot was crouched down in her garage and he looked over at her, his blue eyes seeming to widen at seeing her. Shock filled her before becoming anger and she grabbed the shotgun she had nearby, pointing it at him.
Holding up his hands, the robot backed out slowly and she followed him, her gun steady in her hand. She was honestly surprised she wasn't afraid, but more upset at the intrusion.
When they got outside, the robot stood up and three others joined him. Narrowing her eyes, Celia stood her ground.
"Celia?"
At the questioning voice, she turned sharply, her gun aimed at the intruder, who held up his hands with a pleading expression. She blinked as she looked at the boy, who looked very familiar to her.
"Sam?" she asked and lowered her shotgun. "Haven't seen you in a while."
"Yeah," he said.
"So, what brings you and your…friends…here?" she asked.
Sam took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn't be angry at his request. "We need your help."
Hmm. What could Sam and the Autobots need Celia's help for? Read on!
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