Okay, I'll be honest with those who are going to read this fanfiction: my weakest point is grammar. So don't be surprised when you find several grammar mistakes in the chapter. Another note is that today (March 28th, 2009) I just went to the movies with my friends and I had this terrific idea to combine my already established (in my mind anyways) Transformer's fan fiction and do a crossover with Race to Witch Mountain (which by the way is the most awesomeness movie I've seen besides Transformers and Prince Caspian). I created several Ocs, and two of them happened to be 'special'. No, they don't have super powers but they are much different than your average human. Yeah.

If you like this story, then go and read Little's story, A Helping Hand.

And now, to get started on the story. But before that, the disclaimer. This will mostly be in the Race to Witch Mountain section with a few references to Transformers, but that's it.

Note: yeah, I'm rewriting this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Race to Witch Mountain nor do I own the Transformers franchise. I do, however own my character Alex and her sister who may make an appearance in this story.

Note 2: Exactly just how many times have I re-edited this story? Meh... a lot.


Chapter One: Hitching a Ride

"Sunstreaker you stupid freaking excuse for a yellow daffodil!" A girl shouted at the retreating form of a yellow car.

Alex Tyson growled in frustration. She was pissed that Sunstreaker left her on the side of the road and drove off. Sure it was her fault for calling him 'Sunshine' in the first place but the yellow narcissist didn't have to stop and DUMP her on the side of the road to prove how pissed he was. While the golden blond had been in one of Las Vegas, she had broken into a convention and had snatched a fragment of the Allspark that was going to be displayed.

While the not so mild tempered Autobot ranted about how stupid 'squishies' tried to break in and drive off, Alex smirked. Sunstreaker had taken on the form of a Lamborghini Murciélago. Apparently there had been about at least thirteen attempts to steal him in which in one of them, the driver seat window had been smashed into fragments. It was amusing to come out of the UFO convention with the fragment only to find a certain Lamborghini cussing his lungs off once she returned.

The time spent inside the car was pointing out that maybe, just maybe, people wouldn't have tried to jack him if he didn't have such a hot car form. Lamborghinis weren't exactly cheap after all. They suddenly broke into an argument which resulted in her calling him 'Sunshine'.

That was apparently the last straw as he screeched to a sudden stop, opened the driver's door, dumped Alex on to the road and then raced off without a second thought.

Alex sighed, picking herself off the ground. She brushed off some dirt on her sleeve and stared in the distant before sighing again.

She had two options: a) wait for Sunstreaker to come back or b) wait for some other car to come by.

Option A was highly unlikely because once Commodore Narcissist threw a temper tantrum like a girl who discovered someone was wearing the same outfit as her, he pretty much made up his mind to hold a grudge. And he could hold grudges for a long time. Option B could take hours and patience wasn't really her strong suit.

Or she could always run. But she had no idea how to get to Tranquility from where she was and there was the factor that she could risk being seen by someone.

And it was always fun explaining to gaping wide eyed people just how you were able to out run their car. Particularly if the idiots in question were speeding.

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Jack Bruno had handled one problem that involved dealing with Wolff's men only confronted by another. In the form of two adolescents. He glanced at his rearview mirror and sitting in his backseat were two teenagers: one boy and one girl, both with blond hair. The taxi driver immediately hit the brakes.

This caused a chain reaction of several cars that were behind him to do the same. Unaware of what he had just done, he turned in his seat to confront the teens who had gotten inside his taxi without him noticing. He ignored the honking and yelling of the other drivers. Right now, the two teenagers were his concern.

"Where'd you come from?" He demanded, looking between them. Jack assumed that they were siblings; their appearances didn't differentiate from each other's that much.

"Outside." The boy answered.

"Yeah, I figured that part out on my own." Jack retorted, looking at the boy. "How'd you get in the car?"

Both kids pointed to the door on the boy's side and the girl spoke. "Through that portal."

Jack was bewildered. Was it a new trend for teenagers to call doors 'portals' these days? The way the girl said it didn't sound like she was joking. Actually, she sounded serious.

The boy broke the silence, introducing himself and the girl. "I'm Seth and this is my sister Sarah." Pausing briefly, he said, "We require your transportation services immediately."

Jack wondered if the boy-err Seth, was being smart with him. If that was the case....

"Really?" He gave Seth the most skeptical look he could muster. "Well, I require-"

Sarah cut him off, finishing his sentence. "A currency transaction."

Once again, Jack was bewildered. Seth looked like he was looking for something and when he found it; he reached over to show the driver what it was. It was a big wad of cash. "Will this amount suffice?" The boy asked. Jack stared at the cash and realized that not only was the wad big, it was also composed of $100 dollar bills.

"Did you two rob a bank?"

"Is this acceptable, Jack Bruno?" Sarah asked her expression anxious.

"How'd you know my name?"

In response to the driver's question, the siblings stared at the front. Jack turned to see what they were staring at. It was his Taxicab Driver's permit that listed his surname, name, when his permit expired and his physical features.

Oh.

"If we have a deal for your services, we must move forward rapidly." Seth stated, sounding insistent. "It is urgent we get to our destination without delay."

"Alright, alright, I'm going!" Jack said, sounding completely exasperated by now. "Where to?" He asked, starting the car. Jack had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling.

He was later sorry he asked that question.

Seth took out a black device resembling a black hand held game system. But if you looked closer, you would have realized that maybe; just maybe, it was something more than that.

"I need an address," Jack asked, his gaze on the rearview mirror and not in front of him like it should be.

"We must travel in that direction." Sarah pointed in front of them.

"I'm going to need something a little more specific than 'that direction'," He resisted the urge to groan.

Seth decided to be more specific as the taxi driver had asked, but ended up complicating it more. "We must locate latitude 40.54 cross-intersecting longitude-"

Not wanting to hear the rest in case his brain suddenly decided to blow up from both the encounter with these strange teens and the latitude and longitude directions that Seth gave him, Jack cut off the rest of the sentence with a wave of his hand. "We're just going to stick with 'that direction'."

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Dead.

That was what Sunstreaker was going to be once she got her hands on him.

Three hours since she had been in this forsaken desert with nothing but sand and prickly bushes to accompany her.

Sitting with her legs crossed, one arm supporting her chin as the elbow rested on her knee, she traced the sand with her finger, imprinting swirls that she traced over and over.

Screw it, if nothing comes by in the next hour I'm just going to freaking run there. Alex growled mentally in her mind.

As if to grant her prayers, her ears picked up something. Her head perked up and she became more alert as she screwed her face into an expression indicating concentration. The sound her ears were picking up was a car. Her eyes confirmed it was a car. Standing up, she held out her arm and had her hand form a 'thumbs up'.

Whoever the hell else was driving the car better pick her up. Or else.

In the distance, she saw the car coming. Coming from the direction of Las Vegas and it was yellow.

Alex frowned. Even if it was Commodore Narcissist, he would've been coming from the opposite direction. Not Las Vegas.

As it got closer, she realized it wasn't Sunstreaker. Not unless the narcissistic buttercup decided to take a liking to putting a bar on his roof labeled 'taxi'.

Deciding that this would probably be her one and only chance, she stepped right into the taxi's path.

Jack saw the girl and swore. It was hard not too when she stepped in front of the taxi. He swerved at the last second, avoiding hitting her before he braked and walked up to her to demand an explanation. "I could have hit you!"

Alex shrugged. She highly doubted that there would have been that much damage done to her but she still considered his words. She would have had a lot of explaining to do if he realized that something was up.

"Sorry, I needed a ride." Without a word, she pulled open the door to the cab and got in. She buckled herself in before looking up at the gaping driver.

Jack just stared. He had a bad feeling about this.

Note: Hmm, I've bet you all noticed by now that I'm reposting this. Why? Because I'm not very satisfied with the older version and definitely want to re-write this fanfic. I've made a few drastic changes and this time updates are going to be slower because my computer crashed and died on me. And I'm typing this up on the computer.

Hopefully, the reviewers who were with me on the older version will like this one as well.