This is my first Transformers fanfic.
Warning, hard-core fans, I've only seen the movie (and love it!) Please forgive any mistakes I make.
Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Edit: Corrected the spelling on Mikaela's name!
Requesting transmission link for report.
Request granted. Transmit report.
Today at 0800, a police car bearing two men and one passenger - a young female human - stopped outside the house across the road from the Witwickys' residence. The man formerly known as Agent Simmons, dressed as a police officer, escorted the girl to the house. After a short conversation - the attached recording - Simmons returned to the car alone, then drove away.
Your report has been recorded.
Orders?
Should Simmons return, contact me.
And the girl?
Keep an eye on her, but do not blow your cover.
Understood.
Chapter One
"Son, I have a problem." Mr. Witwicky was sitting on the couch, his eyes on the television, but fully aware of Sam standing nearby. "You know our neighbor, old Mr. Canbury? He needs a favour, but I told him that it would have to be a family decision."
"A favour? Like what?" Something big, Sam decided. You didn't say it had to be a family decision if it was fixing a car or mowing the grass. Anyway, Mr. Canbury went to a mechanic once a month, and his grass was mowed by a group of neighborhood teens looking to make some money by charging steep rates for a two hours' worth of work.
"It's not complicated. Mr. Canbury has a cousin who is coming to visit, but..."
"Get to the point, Dad."
"He doesn't think she'd like living in his house, since it's a giant mansion, and he's the only other person living there. So Mr. Canbury was wondering if she could stay with us, just for a bit. Only until he can find a foster home for her."
"His cousin? She must be about fifty, right?"
"No, Sam, she's a third cousin, or something like that," replied his mother, stepping into the living room. "She's only thirteen. I think it'd be a wonderful experience for you! Just as if you had a younger sister!"
"Then why doesn't she stay with a closer relative, maybe a second cousin?" asked Sam, scowling. It was summer! He didn't need some kid hanging around. Knowing his mother, he'd end up baby-sitting the entire vacation.
"Well, she doesn't have any other relatives." Mrs. Witwicky glanced out the window at a yellow Camaro and black Pontiac parked near the garage, then lowered her voice. "There was something to do with the Government, or so Mr. Canbury said. Her parents were doing something top secret and they died. The Government's been looking for relatives for about three years now."
"Three... years?" Sam was surprised. More than surprised. How hard was it to track down a family member if the government was doing it?
"It's all rather strange, but the girl doesneed a place to stay, and we're the best option at the moment," pointed out Sam's mother. "Mr. Canbury doesn't get out much, you know, and we're one of the few families he knows, and since we're so close his cousin can visit without having to walk further than across the street..."
"How long?" asked Sam, wondering if an argument would have any effect. "Rough estimate."
"Mr. Canbury said perhaps a few months, at most," replied Mr. Witwicky. "He's already looking for a family who will take her in until she's eighteen."
"That's all summer! What about when school starts?"
"Mr. Canbury assured me that school would not be a problem. His cousin is very bright and can learn at home. He's willing to pay food and board, and if she's still here when school begins, he'll buy her whatever books and things she needs."
Sam groaned. He could see where this was going. "She's coming, isn't she?"
"We think it'd be for the best. No need to make her feel unwelcome in a new town," replied his mother. "Agreed?"
"She won't go near the cars?"
"Of course not," laughed his father. "Girls her age don't like cars."
"Then it's settled!" exclaimed Mrs. Witwicky. "I'll call Mr. Canbury right away. Sam, can you open the windows in the guest room? And sweep the yard's walkway? And take out the trash?"
Sam's face grew longer with each word. "When's she getting here, exactly?"
"Why, she's at Mr. Canbury's right now! She arrived an hour ago, just after he talked to your father." Mrs. Witwicky hurried off to find the phone. "Hurry, Sam, she'll be here soon!"
Sam went upstairs to the guestroom to open the windows, then took the trash out and swept the flagstones of the walkway. Then he called Mikaela.
"Hey, Sam. What's up?"
"Mr. Canbury's cousin's coming to stay. Something to do with the Government. Other than that, not much." Sam winced as Mojo started barking madly. The vacuum was whirring, and the dog didn't like that machine at all.
"What's his cousin like?"
"Sorry, can you repeat that?" asked Sam, covering one ear.
"What's his cousin like?" Mikaela yelled.
"She's thirteen and I haven't met her yet. She'll be here in a few minutes."
"Sounds interesting. I'll be there in five. See you." There was a click as she hung up.
"Mikaela's coming over," announced Sam, running down the stairs.
Mrs. Witwicky turned off the vacuum cleaner. "What did you say?"
"Mikaela's coming over. She wants to meet Mr. Canbury's cousin."
"They're here!" called Mr. Witwicky, just as the door bell rang.
Mojo began barking at the door.
"Oh, dear, I haven't even finished vacuuming yet!"
"I'm sure the place is fine. Coming!" Sam's father opened the door, Sam and Mrs. Witwicky right behind him.