Alas… Pocket does not own the idea of Transformers (Pocket isn't that clever), but all the characters are original. Please do not steal them for because it would make Pocket sad. If, however, you would like to use the characters for something (such as fanart) you may as long as I see the link and get credit. 3

A small group of people, three boys and two girls, all around age 20 walked from a theater. They were talking, babbling, and chatting about the movie they just saw. They had a long walk to their cars (it was a big parking lot!), so they had plenty of time to go over every detail of the film.

"and that giant thing that started sucking up everything..!"

"mean robots suck!"

"and when Optimus fought all those decepticons!"

"oh! And I loved that part with Jetstream!"

The girls giggled and separated from the boys. Their car was closer. They walked towards a brown and tan 1985 Ford Mercury Grand Marquis. The windshield was cracked and the doors were hard to open, but the car was otherwise in good shape and reliable. Hanging from the review mirror was a small disco ball, which lent the car its nickname - Disco.

One of the girls sat down in the driver's seat. She wasn't by any means a beauty queen, but she had a certain amount of charm. Her hair was cropped in a bob and pitch black. She wore rimless glasses which helped even out her face.

"I loved the movie, how about you, Cassy?" the blonde in the passenger seat asked.

"Transformers 2? It's possibly the best movie I've ever seen, Mel!" Cassy laughed, though she was serious. All her life, she'd play with the transforming action figures. She could hardly ever change them from robot to car or vice versa, but she still loved them. She watched all the cartoons, regardless of how ridiculous the shows became.

Mel only lived a few blocks from the theater, so Cassandra had no trouble getting her home. Cassandra's own drive home, however, was a different story. She lived almost fifty miles away in a small town in the middle of nowhere.

After dropping Mel off at her house, Cassandra started her long drive home. She started playing with the radio a bit, then remembered the speakers stopped working. She would have to drive for almost an hour in silence. Except, she didn't want to. She felt like talking.

"I really liked the movie. It had all kinds of explosions and a bit of romance… ah.. It's a good movie. I wonder why B didn't talk in this one, didn't his voice work at the end of the first one? And the twins! Bumblebee got to do what everyone else wanted to do and knock their heads together. Ah…. Awesome movie. And that giant thing! What was his name? I think it was… maybe Devastator?"

She continued to babble about the movie to herself. She wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. She mostly wondered about the plot holes in the movie, but then she said something that really made her think.

"What if the Transformers were real? Hmm…."

"Then, we'd protect you."

Cassandra nodded her head, half in a daze, then realized she had just heard a voice. She looked around the car - maybe someone snuck in! but she didn't see anything. Ok… so… maybe she was going insane! That was a scary thought and she preferred to not think about it.

"… H…. hello?" Cassandra ventured as soon as her voice was strong enough.

There was no reply. Maybe she had only thought she'd heard something. It was possible - nay, probable her over active imagination was playing tricks on her. Yeah… that sounded good. She was just imagining things.

Cassandra continued her drive home in complete silence, afraid of getting another reply should she say anything. When she finally got home, exhausted from the long drive (both ways) and 'awsomed out' by the movie, she walked up the sidewalk to her small house. She pushed open the door and looked around. The house was dark. Her mom was probably already asleep. Cassandra kicked off her shoes, locked and closed the door, and went straight for her bedroom.

The brunette flopped down on her bed and sighed. It had been a long day. Fun, but long. She was sure she'd pass out in no time. Except for that annoying humming. What on earth was that? Cassandra sat up and looked around. It was coming from the TV. She slowly, grudgingly, pulled herself up and off the bed and walked to the TV.

"Uhhhg… Shut up, you stupid thing!!" she groaned and slapped the side of the television.

"Ow!"

Cassandra gasped and jumped back. No. it had to be her imagination again. TVs do not talk unless the screen is on. And, the screen was most definitely not on. Cassandra tapped the side panel again, much lighter than last time. There was no sound of protest this time, but Cass was not convinced. She gave the television a rough bop, a bit more determined to make the electronic make a sound.

"Will you stop that?!"

"AAAHHH!!!!!" the girl screeched and ran away. She couldn't see it, but she heard the sound of cogs whirling and metal scratching. Cassandra pushed open her mother's bedroom door and screamed for the woman to get up and out of bed, but no one was in there. That was wasted time she could have used running…

With adrenaline pumping through her entire body, Cassandra ran to the living room and grabbed her car keys. Hopefully Disco would start up on the first try this time because there was no way Cass could outrun… anything. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her down the sidewalk. Disco's headlights were already on. Oh no. did she forget to turn them off? She was so screwed.

Cassandra stopped in her tracks. The tan car started to unfold, the same sound of whirling and metal scratching she heard from her TV was now coming from her car. She wanted to turn around, but remembered she was being chased by her television (a thought she never would have guessed she'd ever have). She fell square on her butt and looked up at the giant humanoid-like robot in front of her.

"Oh…. My…. Disco?" she gasped, not knowing what to do.

The once-car stood at least twenty feet tall, maybe twenty-five feet, and had a giant gun on its right arm. The inside of the gun had a blue glow to it. Cassandra knew she would not survive a blast from it. She couldn't imagine anything surviving a blast from that.

The car/robot shot a blast from its gun, hitting just behind Cass. The girl let out a scream, thinking the blast was meant for her. She huddled her body up, covering her head, trying to will herself invisible.

Silence.

There wasn't a sound. Curiosity outweighed fear for a moment and Cassandra lifted her head up. She looked around. Behind her was what she assumed to be the remains of her television. She swallowed hard then looked forward to the giant robot. She hadn't gotten a good look before, but he was actually very interesting. He looked like he was wearing light armor. He had green eyes. He was gigantic. Then, Cassandra realized she had given 'him' a gender.

The girl slowly stood up, wiping her clothes off. The robot walked towards her slowly, presumably so Cassandra wouldn't run away screaming. He just seemed to get bigger and bigger as the brunette's head continued to tilt up. Her jaw slowly fell open.

"Who are you?" she finally ventured when she decided the robot wasn't going to kill her.

"You already named me Disco." the robot said in a metallic yet soothing voice.

"Yeah, but… who are you? What are you?"

"I am an 'Autobot'. But, you should already know that."

Cassandra stood there in silence, not really knowing what to do or say.

"So…. Like…. The movies are true?"

"Something like that." the robot said then transformed back into the car the girl trusted. The passenger door flew open, obviously hoping to turn Cassandra into a passenger. After gnawing on her bottom lip for a second, she decided to get into the old car. She buckled her seatbelt and was chauffeured away.

TBC