"Sierra!"

I was in a relaxing swim in my backyard when I heard the gate to the yard close. There was a sound of running feet that caused me to glance up and see no one other than my neighbor and self-proclaimed younger brother, Sam Whitwicky. We were practically opposites but we got along fine. I was almost 22 while Sam was 17; Sam lived in a modest 2 storey home near the edge of my family's property. My family's house was practically a mansion with 1 or 2 acres of grass between our houses. There were a bunch of empty buildings scattered at the back of the property that my parents had transferred int my ownership, meaning that they were all mine and no one else was allowed to enter them.

Sam wasn't much of an athlete, or much of anything really. I was the athlete, the artist and singer; Sam couldn't do any of those for his life. Especially singing. He was definately vocally challenged. I swam, played tennis, and volleyball. I had the highest possible levels in kickboxing, self-defense, karate, and pretty much all the hand-to-hand combat styles. Archery and Gun Use came to me naturally and I had earned the nickname Phoenix - sharp eyesight of a bird and flaming attitude of a Phoenix. May I add that recently I had taken up using katanas? Of course. I was a kick-ass tech designer as I had managed to give my Bugatti Veyron Super Sport car artificial intelligence.

I had a job, part-time modelling at the agency in the city so that I had a constant supply of cash in case I wanted to purchase anything. Once again, Sam often came to me for extra cash- dates, repairs, gift-buying- I swear I knew what adults felt like when kids as them for money.

Then there were the looks. He was an average looking guy- lanky with brown eyes, dark brown hair and pale skin. (I wonder how he managed to score a girl like Mikaela Banes). On the other hand, I was toned, tan and tall with platinum blonde hair shot through with electric blue streaks. My eyes were the most curious feature about me- they were a startling electric blue, matching my streaks. I had never met anyone else with the same eye color as me...

Normally, Sam greeted me with a large smile and grin but he simply looked extremely worried today.

"Hey, Sam! What's wrong?"

"My car's running funny! Can you come check it out?"

"Isn't Mikaela a mechanic?"

"Well, she and I have a date and I was going to pick her up but my car won't start!"

"Ya, gimme a sec. I'll come have a look at your car."

I hauled myself out of the clear water and onto the cement. Sam handed me my towel so that I could dry off. I ran into my room, quickly changing into short camo shorts with a black sports bra-showing off my toned legs and flat stomach. My dog tags shone around my neck, in sharp contrast to my tan skin. Knowing he couldn't wait any longer, I ran out of my house, almost knocking Sam flat in my hurry.

"So," I helped him to his feet. "Where's your car?"

"On my driveway. Come on! I don't want to be late!"

"Alright! Alright, Sam! I've got legs- I can walk! I'm not a mermaid!"

"But you spend enough time in the water to be one."

"Hey! Say that one more time and I won't fix your car!"

Stumbling onto Sam's driveway, I smiled. His car sat on the driveway. Originally, he had purchased a 1976 Chevrolet Camaro but it seemed like he had traded it in while I had been away on vacation. Now a 2009 Chevrolet Camaro sat in its spot. I whistled softly.

"That is one damn hot car, Sam." He grinned at me.

"He's called Bumblebee."

All the Autobots were concerned when Sam contacted them at the base, telling them Bumblebee kept complaining of pains in his undercarriage that were keeping him from transforming properly. Asking Mikaela to fix Bumblebee was out of the question as she would feel too awkward, knowing she was sliding underneath a high-tech sentient robot from another planet.

::Ratchet, how far away are you?:: The pains in his undercarriage had steadily gotten worse, it was like something sharp was jammed into his gears and it was highly uncomfortable.

::We're about 5 minutes out, can you hold on?::

::Ratchet, it hurts really badly, I don't know if I can last.::

::Ask Sam if he has any mechanic friends that can check it out.::

::Affirmative.::

"Medic... Friend." Bumblebee sang through the radio.

"You're a genius, Bumblebee! I just hope Sierra's home..."

With that, Sam rushed off onto the lawn of the next door neighbour's house. Bumblebee hoped they wouldn't mind. There was a revving of engines in the streets nearby and suddenly, the alt forms of Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, and Sideswipe appeared at the head of the street. Looks like the entire party came. They screeched to a halt in front of Sam's house, their holoforms already activated, and watched as Sam reappeared, pulling a girl by the wrist behind him. The platinum-blonde was wearing a short black top and shorts with a pattern that looked remarkably like the uniforms at NEST.

"That is one damn hot car, Sam." She remarked at she stared at Bumblebee.

::You've got an admirer, Bumblebee.::

::The little femme likes the little fuzzy Bee.::

::Silence, Autobots. We must see why Sam brought her here."

::Mechanic friend.::

"Sam, you named your car?"

"Ya, doesn't it just give off 'Bumblebee' vibes?"

"...Whatever. Now, shut up and let me work."

"Alright."

With that, I tucked a skateboard under my back and rolled underneath the car chassis. It was absolutely filthy, covered with dirt and grime.

"Dammit, Sam, when was the last time you washed the chassis of your car? It's pretty damn filthy down here. Grab a bucket of warm water and a sponge. I might as well wash your car while I'm down here. It'll make it easier for me to find whatever it is that's jamming your gears."

Sam dashed into the house, seemingly returning with the water and sponge in a few minutes. He knelt down and passed me the warm sponge covered in soap suds. I snagged it and gently began to wipe away the grime caking the bottom of the car. I swore the car rumbled slightly when I began. After a few minutes, I had worked my way to the middle of the car and I was still wiping away the grime. All of a sudden, the horn of the car blared, practically deafening me and causing me to jump, smacking my head against the bottom of the chassis. I rolled out from under the car, absolutely furious.

"SAM! WHAT THE FLIPPING HELL WAS THAT? I WENT DEAF FOR A MINUTE!"

Sam was leaning against a blue truck with flames painted on its side. A Peterbilt 379 semi. Awesome. Turning my head, I saw a Pontiac Solstice and GMC Topkick sitting beside it. Behind those two cars was a Search and Rescue Hummer H2, as well as a scarlet Lamborghini. He looked genuinely surprised when I rolled out from under his car, looking really pissed off.

"What's wrong, Sierra?"

"Either you somehow honked the damn horn from over there or the car honked its own horn." I shook my own head at the two options, rolling back under the Camaro. "Geez, I must be getting too much chlorine in my brain..." I muttered.

::Bumblebee, what was that! You almost blew the femme's audio receptors out!::

::I believe they are called ears.::

::Whatever!::

::She's washing my interface panel- I can't help it!::

::She. Is. Doing. WHAT?:: Sideswipe's outraged voice almost overloaded Bumblebee's comm systems.

::Help me. It... it feels so nice...::

::Bumblebee, control yourself. Keep your systems from honking, revving or anything else that could potentially injure the femme.::

::I'll try.::

::Whatever you do, make sure you don't overload... That would probably cause you to transform back into a robot. In front of her.::

::Bad.::

::No kidding, Genius.::

By now, the ringing in my ears had stopped, the entire bottom of the chassis was clean and I was now poking about for whatever was stuck in the gears. As my fingers slowly slid across the gears, I swore I felt the car shiver. But that was impossible.

Just then, my fingers slid across something sharp and metallic stuck in the gears. I gasped when I cut my hand on it and blood dripped down onto the ground beside me.

"DAMMIT!"

I slid out from underneath the Camero, holding my bleeding hand. Sam jumped when he saw the blood.

"Sierra! Are you alright?" He rushed over to me as I grimaced and held my hand.

"Ya, I'm fine. I found whatever was stuck in your car's gears though. Gimme a sec and I'll pull it out."

"You're bleeding though!"

"Just a little scrape, Sam."

"Just to be safe... Ratchet!" He turned to face the assortment of vehicles parked beside the curb. A man stepped out of Search and Rescue Hummer. He wore a medic's uniform and had a small First Aid kit clutched in his hand.

He looked as though he was in the late thirties, with neatly trimmed brown hair, streamed with a few strands of white. Relatively handsome facial features... What caught my attention were his electric blue eyes... Just like mine...

"Your hand?"

"Oh ya, it's just a nick. I'm not going to die or anything."

He sat me down on the hood of the Camaro, cleaning my cut with a little bit of alcohol before bandaging it. He glanced up, accidentally making eye contact with me- his electric blue eyes meeting mine. I sensed his body stiffen slightly when he noticed what color my eyes were. Everyone did that...

Sam, noticing the tense position of Ratchet, nudged him slightly. The medic snapped back to reality and proceeded to give me follow up instructions.

"Make sure not to get any sort of contaminates in there. Change the bandage every few hours to prevent infection. Other than that, you're fine." I nodded at the man, still slightly down from the fact that another person was repulsed by my strange eyes... even if their own eyes were the same color. I watched as Ratchet returned to his vehicle. Sam rubbed my shoulder, noticing how tense I was.

"You ok, Sierra?"

"Ya, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll pull out that sliver of metal and you can be on your way to Mikaela's house."

"Thanks, Big Sis." Sam was such a sweet kid.

Lying on the skateboard again, I slid back under the Camaro and moved back to where I found the shard of sharp metal. Reaching up, I tugged on the obstruction gently, trying to wiggle it out of the gears without damaging the gears. The engine revved once and was silent. Must be my imagination.

::Help. The piece of metal is stuck inside my...::

::Inside your where exactly, Bumblebee?:: Sideswipe already sounded pissed off.

::My interface panel...::

::WHAT?!::

::The girl is wiggling it and it arghhh is nghhh killing me!::

::Not good...::

::NO FRAG, Sunstreaker!::

::Bumblebee, there's nothing we can do for you. You have to try to hold it back.::

::I'll do my best.::

The stubborn piece of metal wouldn't dislodge from the chassis of the car.

"Sam, this thing won't budge. Permission to yank?" I heard Sam snicker. "Permission granted."

Without another hesitation, I grabbed a hold of the metal and yanked hard. The instant I did that, all hell broke loose from the Camaro. It honked, revved its engine, the panic alarm turned on and the headlights flashed. I swore I went deaf. Rolling out from under the car, I stared at Sam while covering my ears.

"Sam, your car. Is. Fricken. POSSESSED."

"My car's just kooky."

"Sure is. Now, I'm heading out to the Firing range. You coming?"

"But I have a date-"

"Shut up, Sam, I had AI contact Mikaela through text. You never had a date. Now, you coming or not?"

"Fine."

I hit a hidden button on the back of my dog tags that summoned AI, my Bugatti. In 3 seconds flat, there the love of my life sat. My Bugatti Veyron Super Sport. I bounded over to it and gave it a hug before sliding into the smooth leather front seat.

"Let's go, Baby Sam."

"Wait! Can my friends go?" He gestured at the cars surrounding him. I chuckled to myself softly before smiling.

"Sam, if your friends drive such hot cars, then they can come. But only if they can keep up with my driving."

Sam instantly paled, remembering how fast I like to drive. On average, my car speed was 200 mph but I never got a single speeding ticket. The cops in town knew I could drive at 200 mph with my hands tied behind my back so they never really bothered to arrest me. (Not that they could catch up to my car anyway). I grinned at him.

"Well, if you don't get into your car right now, I'm leaving."

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I'm going!" He slid into the Camaro I just fixed, buckling up and starting up the engine. Glancing at the other cars, they all started my engines, waiting for me to do the same. I slid the door shut, starting my engine and revving with a lusty roar before rolling down the window. Sam did the same.

"Sammy boy! Race you and your friends there!"

"I'm not in but I'm sure Sides and the others are!"

"Then let's get this party started!"

With that, I floored the gas pedal, shooting down the road at 150 mph.

::Wow...::

::I like her attitude!:: Jazz, of course.

::Let's get going! Prime, you coming?::

::To keep an eye on all of you.::

::Sureeee.::

::Message from Sam. She drives at 150 mph on a good day. I suggest we get driving.::

::Woah, hot DAMN!::

::Sides, keep your hormone levels down.::

::Geez. I'm going to race that girl. See ya.:: Sideswipe zoomed off down the road after the girl in the Bugatti. Soon, all the bots were gone except Bumblebee and Optimus.

"Sam, that girl, who is she?"

"She's my older sister, not officially but she acts like it."

"Her eyes, they are the same color as our Holoforms' eyes. Is that Bugatti..."

"No, Bumblebee would have sensed something already, wouldn't he?"

"I suppose so. Now let's get moving before we lose them all."

"EAT MY DUST, PRIME!"