Chapter two is in progress! Enjoy the beginning of an adventure!

The young, sandy haired teen sat there at the desk staring blankly at the piece of paper in front of her. That particular piece of paper would determine whether or not she would have to repeat the school year. She looked around the classroom seeing that her fellow students had similar expressions, full of regret and dread. Like many others this girl has promised herself to study hard for the exam, but failed due to,, unexpected distractions. The teacher announced the start of the exam and she began. The pencil was slowly picked up and she shakily wrote her name.

Annabel Lennox.

Annabel cocked her head to the side and frowned at the messy hand writing but shrugged it off, fully aware that her messy handwriting was the least of her worries. Question after question she read and answered almost every one with little confidence. After a seemingly long time Annabel pushed forward a grin, satisfied with the end result. She looked around once again and saw a few others who had already handed their paper in, she could tell from the relaxed looks on their faces. Annabel began the long, awkward walk up to the teachers desk to hand the key to her future. She smiled at the teacher only to be responded with a toothy, lipstick stained grin. Returning to the seat Annabel shuddered, worried that one day she would be just as tooth stained as the next person. The final bell rang for the end of the day, therefore announcing the end of the exam.

As soon as the bell rang she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. He was just on time. Annabel opened the text not surprised to see who it was from.

How did it go?

She flicked back a quick text then after grabbing her bags, headed outside. Annabel spotted the parked, black truck and climbed in a tired grin plastered across her face. The engine rumbled to life and pulled out of the parking zone. A deep voice rumbled out of the truck but to the girl, was no surprise. "So? How was the exam?"

The voice that just rolled out of the truck belonged to none other than Autobot weapons specialist Ironhide. He is a Autonomous Robotic Organism from the planet Cybertron. He'd been assigned to the Lennox family after the attack in Mission City, supposedly a temporary guardianship. But over the months Ironhide found himself unable to leave the role of the Lennox family guardian especially after being introduced to the youngest member, Annabel. She was nine when the Autobot's had been betrayed by Sentinel Prime, almost costing his life. After that, he became more appreciative of humanity, seeing as they were the ones who saved him, and decided to become the Lennox's pernament guardian. That meant a 24 hour body guard who would blow up anything that threatened any of the Lennox's. He seemed to be especially protective over Annabel becoming a little trigger happy in the calmest of situations.

Annabel sighed, slumping into the leather seats. " Ok I guess. I just hope it was enough for me to pass."

Ironhide sped down the road honking at the driver in front. "Of course you will pass, you've worked hard for this."

The teen sighed, unsure of how to respond so the rest of the trip home was spent in silence, the occasional curse from road rage. They finally approached the Lennox home and pulled into the driveway. Annabel jumped out of the truck and stretched grateful that it was finally the weekend. The duo were surprised to see a yellow camaro parked in the driveway. The yellow camaro was known as Bumblebee, autobot scout and guardian of Sam Witwicky. The front door opened to Mikaela Banes, girlfriend of Sam strolling out to Bumblebee Sam in tow. They waved over to Annabel and she opened her mouth to shout a hello but was too late. They had already climbed in the car and just like that, they were gone, speeding down the road. "What's with them?" She asked slightly paranoid that she didn't get to say hi to the teen couple.

Ironhide humphed, "Those delinquents are probably off to another party that will most likely end in Sam's embarrassment." Annabel laughed, imagining Sam screwing up somehow and having to be saved by Mikaela. Ironhide shut his doors and drove off round the side of the house.

"Where do you think your going?" She asked with her hands on her hips, curiosity hanging in the air.

"For a walk." The big lug replied. "I haven't been able to stretch my legs for a couple of days. Call me if there is trouble." She smiled as the truck sped off towards the large farm fields with tall trees perfects for an autobot hideout.

"Always looking out for others." The teenager murmured to herself. Annabel ran inside and up to her bedroom to change out of her school clothes. Unfortunately for Annabel, her school had decided recently that it'd be a great idea to have compulsory uniforms, She begged to differ. The outfit Annabel was forced to wear five times a week was lumpy, ill-fitting and just plain ugly, in her opinion. Ironhide's first opinion had been nothing but desperately concealed laughs, sending Annabel into sulk mode for the rest of the afternoon.

Annabel nudged at her mound of homework, arguing with herself if she should bother to complete it. Flopping herself down at her desk, Annabel stared blankly at the textbooks and sheets lain out before her and eventually, she picked up the courage to get started. Time ticked by and almost two hours later, Annabel pried her pen out of her hand, aching from the essay writing and question answering. She triumphantly shut her textbook and grinned. "Done." While nursing her tired hand, she dragged herself to her beloved bed. The time on her bedside clock read 8:48pm, confirming that they'd be getting takeout for dinner, her dad wasn't much of a cook. Ironhide was against the arrangement of them even considering eating fried and unhealthy foods but admitted that starving to death is not something he would want us to experience first hand.

Getting up off the bed she yelled out the door to her father. "Dad, what should we have for takeout night?" He voice bounced off the walls but was not answered. Trudging out and down the hall, Annabel began trekking around the house calling out for him. "Dad?" Silence was her response for a few minutes causing her to worry. The teenager quickly ran back upstairs and grabbed her essentials. Ironhide said to her that if she ever felt she was in a suspicious or dangerous situation, make sure she has her essentials. A way to contact someone and a weapon of choice. Annabel questioned the last requirement but seeing as it was coming from the Autobot weapons specialist, she understood.

Anna found her cell phone and a torch. Not her best weapon of choice but it'd have to do. The phone had a special function built in so that at a push of a button she could link to the autobots emergency com channel, which is always online. Essential's in hand, Annabel crept towards the un-searched part's of the house consisting of the garage, the basement and outside plains. Ironhide was still out in the far farmland, this was normal though as Ironhide's walks could last for hours, sometimes Annabel would even go with him. She always made sure to tell her dad because the first time she went with Ironhide, she forgot to tell Will and by the time they'd arrived back at the house there were armed soldiers tearing the place apart looking for her. Her dad's lectures and the clean up wasn't too much fun either.

Annabel poked her head in the small basement and found it cluttered with boxes and dust. But no Will. A panicky feeling began to flood her mind as she checked the garage. Empty. Annabel ran outside and checked around the house, even walking down the long driveway hoping for a glimpse of him. She couldn't find him. Annabel sprinted back to the house and grabbed her cellphone, calling a number. She paced up and down the hallway anxiously as she waited for an answer. "Please pick up." She whispered as her phone awaited for the receiver to answer.

"Hello?" Annabel gasped a sigh of relief.

"Dad, hello? Where are you? I was so worried. Are you-"

"Ha, gotcha, you've reached William Lennox's phone. I'm unavailable at the moment but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

Annabel slowly shut her phone, staring at it grasped in her hand. She was hoping that Will had simply gone out for an errand but he would of definitely told her, or at least left a hint of his whereabouts. Annabel angrily rubbed her eyes, stopping the tears from appearing and sat down on the couch, quickly dialing Ironhide's comm. She sat there, knees shaking a little as Ironhide answered her call. "Ironhide? I need you help, it's dad," She rushed out pausing to catch her shaky breath. "I can't find him anywhere and he won't pick up his phone!"

Ironhide, who'd reached the edge of the farmland, stopped walking as soon as her exasperated voice came through to his receivers."Annabel, calm yourself, I am sure Lennox has gone out, but then again, he would have told you, even me." He transformed and sped down the dirt road. "Where are you?"

Annabel sniffed and replied, "I'm in the house, Ironhide, what if something's happened to him?"

Ironhide opened his mouth to reply but a large crash blared out on Ironhide's end. "What was that? Annabel asked, ear pressed to her phone.

Ironhide growled and transformed, standing up to full height and rolling his cannons. "I don't know but I intend to find out. Anna, stay in the house and stay on the line, if Will comes tell me immediately." Annabel murmured a yes and quietened down as she listened to Ironhide tread through the denser farmlands, consisting of tall trees.

Ironhide checked his cannons were functional and strode towards the noise. Luckily this part of the farm was covered by dense trees, providing a suitable cover for the mech.

Keeping her phone glue to her ear, Annabel stood up and went to the greenhouse, intent on getting an apple, it alway's calmed her down when she ate something. As she opened the front door to go outside, she gasped as she found herself staring into the face of a very large man, accompanied by two even larger than himself.

"Hello, Annabel."