Oh man unexpected sequel time!

So TehMarishal of this website got in touch with me about working on a collab for a sequel to Sari VS. Sitter, and it's been quite sometime since I've done a collab, and the idea seemed to be perfect for having fun with so I couldn't say no.

Plus even though I had other ideas I'm not really sure how I want to start them off just yet but I'll have a lot of other stuff up soon… I'm already really liking this fandom.

TehMarishal is also posting the story on their deviantart page and I'm linking to it on my profile since I can't really put links into stories without making them quite a hassle.

Disclaimer: We don't own Transformers… need I say anymore?

The Ninja Nanny

Prologue

Prowl activated his holographic "driver" as he pulled away from the base, moving out onto the road. He left his lights and sirens inactive, since this was no emergency. Bumblebee might be the type to abuse them, but Prowl was not.

Professor Sumdac had called about twenty cycles ago, stating that he was leaving Detroit for an important business meeting in exactly two days, and he asked the ninja bot to look after Sari. Basically because Sumdac felt that Prowl would take good care of her, and wouldn't let her get away with anything. On top of that, ever since what happened during Cara's time babysitting Sari, no one in their right mind would even think of looking after the child now.

Plus Isaac did not want to return seeing his home a complete mess again, either.

Prowl had agreed, if for no other reason than to preserve the sanity of any other potential babysitter that might come along, by taking the job so that no other would be unfortunate enough to get stuck with it. Plus he wanted to make certain that no more damage came to Sumdac Tower, and that Sari would not fool Bumblebee and Bulkhead into anything.

At times, Prowl couldn't help but wonder who was really more naïve and childlike; Sari, or Bulkhead and Bumblebee.

Prowl shoved those thoughts aside as he neared Cara's residence. He had a few things he wanted to ask her about watching young organics, and he figured she was a good source of knowledge to go to.

"No!" was the first thing that fell out of the teenager's mouth, she continued. "My mom is going to be home in about fifteen minutes, she is not going to be happy when she sees a giant-talking-transforming-alien-robot in her front yard!"

"Remember that favor?" Prowl asked calmly

Cara sighed, "I don't have a lot left from the job, but I have a couple hundred in the bank. How much do you want?"

"No, I'm not here for money. I'm actually here because I recently choose to take on a certain job, one that you have had prior experience with."

Cara seemed to freeze up and was silent for a few seconds before slamming her front door closed. Prowl was worried this might happen, he used the number that the professor had given him.

"Hello?"

"Cara come back outside."

"No way! I refuse to go back there, nothing can make me go back not even giant-talking-evil-alien-robots!"

"No one's asking you to go back; I just wanted to ask you some things about taking care of the child because I have decided to take up the job myself."

Cara hung up her phone and stepped back outside.

"I have repressed those memories; so sorry but I can only vaguely recall the horrifying week!"

"Can you remember that you owe me for the week not being anymore of a disaster?"

Cara sent a glare at the ninja-bot "Maybe."

"Well…"

"Well?"

"I'm waiting."

Cara sighed and folded her arms across her chest. "Fine," she finally said. "What… exactly… do you need?" It sounded as though she had to force the words out through gritted teeth. In truth, she would have actually preferred it if the Autobot had wanted money. This was worse than torture.

However, things actually started out fairly easy. In fact, over the next few minutes or so, Cara was completely baffled and shocked at just how much the Autobot apparently didn't know. Oh he apparently knew the basics, about how humans needed to eat and do some things each day, but now he was asking her for all the specifics.

Then again, what could she expect from a giant, alien robot? He probably didn't even have to eat or sleep, at least not in the way she knew how. But she did find it a bit disconcerting to be asked about things that even a four-year-old would know about.

Even right down to toilet paper. How could anyone not know about toilet paper?

Cara even made sure to remind the ninja of the girls' nature; she was sure he should already know her well enough to know all about her but Cara felt it was her responsibility to remind him.
"And she'll play mind games with you, and she'll probably even bite… considering you're a robot she probably won't hold back any either. I know you've dealt with all kinds of crazy stuff I mean I do watch the news occasionally but—"

Prowl had to stop the girls' babbling, it was clear that she may still need therapy for the incident.
"That should be all; I'll call you if I have anymore questions."

"Okay fine, but don't bring that—thing—that child anywhere near my house, and just don't even let her know we're communicating. In fact if she mentions me, tell her I died or moved to Canada; better yet tell her I moved to Mexico."

"Uh… will do." Prowl turned away and while leaving heard the teenager yelling many things about demons and precautions and 911, many things she'd already told him.

So we figured this would work for a prologue. I already feel bad for Prowl.