Formal Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, Hasbro does. Any celebrities or real life people named in this belong to themselves, and I'm mentioning them for shits and giggles. I do own Alison, Coppertone, N-Sync, Bandit, Riser and other original characters.

I wake up to something jumping on my chest. That's not unusual, my cat does that a lot. But it's smaller than my cat, and then it started barking in my ear.

I sit up and the dog drops to my lap. It's a little tan Chihuahua with a white cast on its front left paw. It looked familiar to me in two ways. One a familiar feeling of normality, the other like recognizing a tv character.

Before I could think on it, I heard a voice calling, "Alison! You up, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mom!" I called out, then made a face at myself. I didn't live with Mom, I lived with my sister and her girlfriend. And the dog here was not one of ours, we had cocker spaniels. I looked up and saw the room wasn't mine either.

I was really confused, but I made myself get up and get dressed, figuring I'd get answers faster if I acted like it was all normal. Though for some reason it all felt normal.

I grabbed my backpack and noticed it was heavier than I was used to. I opened it and saw a lot of old navigation tools and some old papers, but there was no laptop, which I was used to carrying. I was confused by that, I needed the laptop for school, why didn't I have it in there. I looked around and found it, slipping it into the bag with little difficultly.

I leave the room and go downstairs to the kitchen (my real room is on the ground floor and opens right into the living room/kitchen/dining room) and I saw a woman with strawberry blonde hair putting breakfast on the table.

"Hi, sweetie," she said to me. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," I said. "Weird dreams though."

"Oh, you want to talk about them?"

"Not really," I said, eating my breakfast. I was just majorly confused. This wasn't my mom, yet my brain would only label her as such. And the house wasn't mine, but it was labeled that.

A balding man came in. "Hey sport," he called me.

"Hey dad," I said automatically. "I'm real excited to get a car after school."

"Ah, ah, ah," "Dad" said. "You gotta get that last A."

I nodded. "I know, but I'm gonna get it, I know."

"Well, finish up so I can take you to school and you can prove it."

I finished my breakfast quickly, but my head was buzzing with questions. I already had a car, why would I be buying one. And the town we drove through wasn't my town, and we were going to a local high school, not a career tech center like I actually go to.

Once at school, I sat on the front steps and pulled out my laptop. I'd closed it the night before after saving my story, and I wanted to read over it again.

But it wasn't there. I opened my folder to try and find it, but it was gone. A bunch of my stories were gone too. And a bunch of the fanart I had saved too. But I couldn't say what it was for. I had a huge feeling there was something wrong. I reached back into my backpack and pulled out my writing notebook, flipping it to the last page I was working on.

It was there I got my answer. I watched as the words I'd written faded from existence, the last one to go being "Transformers".

I suddenly recognized my "mom" and "dad" and the school I was at and the town I was in. Memorial High School in Tranquility, Nevada and my parents were Ron and Judy Witwicky. The things in my bag were artifacts belonging to Archibald Witwicky, my great grandfather who went on an artic expedition and found Iceman. I realized just where and when I was.

I was in the first movie, just before the action happened. And I was in Sam's place. Shit.

"Hey Alison!" I looked up and saw a blonde boy coming toward me. Miles Lancaster. Sam's – or rather my – best friend.

"Hey Miles," I manage to say. I seem to just slip into the role, so I let myself do so.

"So, you got all your grandpa's stuff?"

"You know I do." I pulled out the glasses and showed him. We chatted for a while, then I saw Mikaela and Trent walking by. I just stared after Mikaela. Okay, I should just say now, I'm gay. And when asked what fitional character I'd hook up with, it was always Mikaela Banes. She was always my favorite of the main humans, and Megan Fox was so hot. Seeing her in real life made my heart start pounding in my chest and all I could do was follow her with my eyes.

Miles followed her with me. "Dang Alison, you are so gay."

"What?" I asked, then realized I showed my reaction very obviously.

"Come on, you seriously think Mikaela's gonna think of you as more than a friend, if you get that far?" Miles asked.

"A girl can dream, can't she?" I asked, then the bell rang and we packed up to go in the school.

The school day went by fast, and I was glad my movie-brain (I'm gonna call it that) knew how to do the work, though the Trig work was easy, I took that last year IRL. Eventually, the last period rolled around and it was time for my genealogy report in history.

I set everything on the table at the front of the room and apologized for taking so long. I was about to speak, when a rubber band flicked me in the face. I immediately leveled a glare at Trent, I knew he was the one who did it. Oh, and Mikaela was sitting next to him. Man, she is so hot and I am so gay.

"For my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky. He's a rather famous explorer. In fact," I reached down and grabbed a map from the table and held it up, "he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, a very big deal. In 1897, he took forty-one brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf.

"Here on the table, we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by nineteenth century sailors and seamen." The class laughed, but Hosney quieted them. "You have the quadrant, the sextant, which was used to find direction and distance using the stars and the horizon line. Also here, are my grandfather's glasses." I held them up for all to see. "These cracks on them, he got after he fell through the ice of the shelf. He landed in a lower cavern, and when the sailors pulled him up, he was blinded. Some say it was light shining through the ice, others that he hit his head on the way down.

"After the expedition," I set the glasses down and picked up some papers, one a newspaper, "Archibald started drawing these strange symbols and babbling about a giant ice man he said he'd discovered when he fell. He was institutionalized and spent the rest of his life in an asylum in Louisiana."

"Excellent report, Alison," Hosney said.

"Just one more thing, sir," I said, checking and seeing I has a minute before the bell. "All of these artifacts here, on the table, are available for sale on eBay. Tell the folks, and cash both work. This is all going to my car fund."

Just as I finished, the bell rang and everyone moved to get up. "Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not," Hosney said. "Sleep in fear tonight."

As the other kids left, I went to Hosney's desk. "So, how'd I do?"

"I say, a solid A-minus," Hosney said.

"A-minus," I said, shocked. I had expected a B, like Sam had got.

"You had a good report, but you were hawking your grandfather's crap in my classroom."

"No, no, that's fine," I said. "Thank you Mr. Hosney."

I waited as he marked my paper and ran out. Miles was waiting, and I showed him the paper. He high-fived me and walked with me outside, going off his way while ran to where Ron-Dad (I'll figure out what to call him later) was waiting for me.

"So," he asked me.

"A-minus, but it's an A," I said.

"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see." He grabbed the paper and looked at it. "It's an A."

"So I'm good?" I asked.

"You're good."

We drove through town, and Ron (that's what I'll call him) said "I got a little surprise for you, sweetie,"

"What kind of s-" I shut up as we went by the Porsche dealership. "No, no no, Dad, you've got to be kidding!"

"Yeah. I am. You're not getting a Porsche." Ron laughed as he drove away, but I was secretly relieved. It meant the time line was staying the same. And Bumblebee was coming up.

We drove over to Bolivia's dealership and I started the standard teen reactions. "Dad, you said half a car, not half a piece of crap."

"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine," Ron said.

"Do you want me to wreck? How many of these cars do you think are up to code?" I looked around the lot, but I didn't see the yellow Camaro with black racing stripes yet. I knew he'd be there soon, but I wanted to be sure.

"No sacrifice-" Ron started, and I knew I was expected to finish.

"Yeah, no victory."

"No victory."

"I get it," I said. "The old Witwicky motto. I did do my report on grandpa Archibald remember.

"Right."

Bobby Boliva finally came out. "Sir, Miss." He extended his hand to Ron. "Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs." He laughed. I made a face. "How can I help you?"

Well, my daughter here," Ron put his hand on my shoulder, "is looking to buy her first car."

"You come to see me?" Bobby asked.

"I had to," I said.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." He held out his hand and I shook it.

"Alison." I was grateful that my name was the same, and that I wasn't Samantha or some bullshit.

"Alison," Bolivia repeated, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Let me talk to you. Alison, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something, doll. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver."

"Mm." I said, looking and I saw Bumblebee roll in. I smiled, then looked to Bobby again.

"It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Doll, I'm a lot of things, but a liar's not one of them. Especially not in front of my mammy." He pointed to a woman sitting a yard a few houses away. "That's my mammy. Hey, Mammy!"

She flipped him off. I had to fight not to laugh, but it had been my favorite part of the flim.

"Ooh, don't be like that," Bobby said. "If I had a rock, I'd bust your head, bitch. I tell you, man, she deaf, you know?" He gave an awkward laugh and we moved on. "Well, over here, every piece of car a woman might want or need." We were walking around Bumblebee.

"This ain't bad," I said, looking him over. I wonder what Bee had done to get all dirty like that. "This one's got racing stripes."

"Yeah. It got racing- Yeah, what's this?" I heard Bobby act confused about Bumblebee, but I ignored him as I slipped into the driver's seat

"Feels good," I said, and it did. Almost made for me. I wiped the dirt off the steering wheel and found the Autobot symbol. "Bumblebee," I said quietly, and I swear, the chair shifted slightly. I smiled as I heard Booby go on about the custom paint.

"But it's faded." I interjected.

"Yeah, but it's custom." Bobby said.

"And what about the inside," I gestured around it. "Looks like someone didn't do a good job taking care of it."

"Well, this is your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand." Bobby looked to Ron. "Five grand."

"No, I'm not paying over four," Ron said. "Sorry."

Bobby looked at me. "Kid, come on, get out. Get out the car."

"You said cars pick their drivers," I said. I knew I'd get Bee anyway, but I wanted to put up a bit of a fight.

"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car." I pouted as I got out.

"There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there," Ron pointed out.

"No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes. I want the Camaro."

"This is a classic engine right here," Bobby said about the Volkswagon next to Bee. "I sold a car the other day-" I looked over in time to see Bee slam his door into the Beetle and push it into the oil rack. I giggled while Ron came over to help Bobby out,

"No, no, no. No worries," Bobby said. "I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!"

I was still next to Bee, and I could hear his radio start up as Bobby went to show off another car. I ducked down just before the windshields all exploded. It was over really quick, and once Bobby saw what had happened to his precious lot, he turned and held up for fingers. "Four thousand!"

We got the paperwork signed over and I drove home in Bumblebee. I was quiet for the first little bit, then I just said, "So, uh, are you an alien, Bumblebee."

Bumblebee showed his surprise by breaking hard at the light, throwing me forward in my seat against the seatbelt.

"I heard you turn on your radio to blow up the windshields," I explained. "I mean, you don't have to be an alien. You can be just a government experiment or something, I don't know." For some reason, I felt that trying to explain that I knew exactly what would happen over the next few days would be really stupid at the moment and likely result in bad things, like death. "Look, we don't have to talk about it now, but later, after my parents go to sleep, okay."

The radio blipped. -Yes ma'am.-

Once we got home, I pulled out the hose, a bucket, some sponges and the car soap and gave Bee a good wash down. He looked like he needed one, and the radio playing seemed to hint that he liked it. By the time I was done, Judy was calling me in to do my homework and eat dinner, so I took Bee to the garage and told him about what time to expect me.

After dinner, I went to my room and waited for Ron and Judy to go to bed, and started thinking. I knew the next day, Sam would have gone to the lake and hooked up with Mikaela, then Bee would go send his signal and Sam get arrested. But I already know about Bee, so I could skip that part and go straight to getting the glasses to Optimus, but then Mikaela wouldn't be there with Bee for the battle. I decide I'll go to the party, and my heart flutters.

Around midnight, Ron and Judy went to bed and at one I got up, carefully creeping out to the garage. "Bumblebee," I say as I come in. "It's me."

His headlights flipped on and I could see him a little bit. He was still in car mode, but when I had shut the door, he started shifting into his robot mode. I gave the appropriate amount of awe at the sight, which, I mean, is pretty awesome seeing it in person rather than through a screen.

When he finished, he knelt down and played over his radio, -How do you know about me?-

"Whoa," was all I can say. "Um, I don't exactly know. I just got the feeling you were a lot more than you seemed. And I was right, you're a robot. Are you from the government, or something?"

Bumblebee shook his head. –Visitors from above! Praise be to them!-

"Visitors from above. You are an alien!" I smiled, then it dropped. "But why are you here?"

-Classified. ~ Gotta ring up the man upstairs- Bumblebee told me.

"'Man upstairs?' Is he your boss?"

Bumblebee nodded and held out something to me, a round disk that I figured was his beacon, from the grill on the front that held the bot symbol.

"Oh, you need to signal him. But not tonight," I say quickly. "Too many clouds, and the backyard is too open. Tomorrow's supposed to be clear, and we can drive around town for a good spot. How's that sound?"

Bumblebee though it over, then nodded. –Tomorrow is only a day away-

I smiled. "Great. I gotta get back in the house, before Mom wakes and freaks out, plus I got school tomorrow. Will you be okay sitting in the student lot until I get out?"

Bumblebee nodded and I said good night. I snuck back into the house and got back to bed with no incident. Before I fell asleep, I thought a little on what could happen over the next few days, but I decided not to worry. What would come would come, and Primus's will dictate.

So this story is actually posted on AO3, but I wanted to share it on here as well. I'll try to update every Saturday, and please, leave comments and reviews so I can see how you guys like this story.