There was screaming. So much screaming, from the young and old. Parents desperately grabbing their children and trying to run, but it was no good, he got them all in the end. All because of her. She hid, cowering from him, he wanted to kill her, and she didn't want to die, she was still only a child, a baby. She knew her father would save her, she just had to wait for him to find her.

"Hello there young one" The voice of the attacker whispered into her ear, and she screamed.

Clara's eyes jolted awake and she lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, breathing fast. Then, she cursed aloud and hit her head on the pillow, it was just a dream, she had no idea what it even meant, it was just, a dream.

"Damn, forgot, first day at this new school" She groaned throwing her clock at the lump in the bed across the room, the lump that was her twin sister, Lucy.

Lucy groaned and sat up, her hair half stuck to her face.

"Whut?" She asked grumpily and Clara stared at her, Lucy groaned and flopped back down onto her bed.

They had been living in America for about two weeks now, and still had no idea how things worked. They were both sixteen, and were identical in almost every way, almost.

Clara had long silky red hair and Lucy had short, dark brown hair that was almost black, otherwise they were identical, emerald green eyes, pale skin, and a birthmark on their palms, though Clara's was on the left, and Lucy's was on the right, but they didn't care, they were twins.

Lucy glared at her wardrobe, this, other than the possibility of maths, was probably going to be the hardest thing she had to do today. Pick her outfit. She glanced over at Clara, who was already dressed and brushing her long hair.

She was wearing a pair of light blue baggy jeans and a black top that hung off her shoulders loosely and pair of white trainers covered in black skulls with white laces.

"Hurry up Lu, I don't care if I'm late, but if you are you'll throw a fit" Clara mumbled and Lucy decided and pulled her chosen clothes out of the wardrobe and pulled them on, before she could change her mind. A black pair of leggings with small square gold coloured studs around the ankles, and a bright blue jumper with a butterfly covered in litter and a pair of small boots. She tied her hair back carefully and put on her mascara and eyeliner, before turning to her sister and smiling.

"Let's go"

Clara shut the door behind them and looked across the fence at her new neighbours car, she couldn't help it! A beautiful GMC Topkick truck, she didn't care for fancy cars, she cared for cars with a bit of muscle.

"Stop ogling the car! And hurry up!" Lucy called and Clara sighed before turning from the truck and climbing into her mothers car. A crappy pale blue Ford Focus that they had owned for years. Even though the car was rather old and dodgy, she loved it, it had become very comfortable after all the years, and she wouldn't let her mother get rid of it, not that they could afford a new car if they did.

Ironhide understood Optimus's concern, after the return and defeat of the fallen, it was understandable that Optimus's wanted Lennox and his family protected. Though why he chose Ironhide was a mystery to him.

"Hey Lennox, those kids are staring at me again" Ironhide called over the internal comm. Link he possessed.

"Then ignore them, their just kids, damn Ironhide, you're a bigger kid than Annabelle"

Ironhide huffed and a puff of smoke erupted from his tailpipe and a passer by jumped in alarm and ran off in fear.

Ironhide sat in the same spot all day, and was beginning to wonder how Bumblebee had been able to stay hidden for so long when that blue ford focus pulled up and the two teenagers clambered out of the car and ran towards the house with what Ironhide presumed was their human creator, or mother as they were called on Earth, yelling at them about behaviour and such. Ironhide sighed, that, had been the most exciting part of his day, apart from when he found the signal. Just a faint, Cybertronian signal, but it wasn't far off, not far at all. He scanned the area, but couldn't quite work out where the signal was coming from, or if it was friend or foe. Then another signal popped up, and Ironhide watched as a motorbike, pulled up next to the blue ford and he eyed it suspiciously, as the human climbed off and walked inside smiling happily.

Ironhide reported the signals to Optimus and the others, before he decided to take a quick stasis nap, just a quick recharge was all he needed.

Clara grinned at Mark, he mums new boyfriend, he was the reason that they had moved to America, and at first, she had been angry that they had to move, but soon accepted it, this meant, that he father, could no longer get anywhere near her or her sister, that was, when he got out of prison anyway. She was grinning, because of what he held in his hands, the cable she needed to work her electric guitar, he had seen it on the way home, and had picked it up for her, knowing full well that the movers had destroyed it completely, much to her dismay. She and Lucy walked out into the garden, carrying her guitar, her amplifier and a load of extension cables, then she set up her home concert and began playing.

Ironhide was drowsy, but what was that sound? It was nice, loud, but nice.

"Seems like just yesterday,

You were a part of me

I used to stand so tall,

I used to be so strong."

He shifted calmly on his axels and opened his eyes to see where the noise was coming from, he could see the two teenagers, one was carrying a strange object in her hands, and the other was using her vocal chords in an activity Ironhide knew was called 'singing'

"Your arms around me tight,

Everything, it felt so right

Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong."

He scanned the instrument and searched it on Google, finding it in seconds. An electric guitar. He had heard songs by this instrument before, but usually they were allot more, how did Epps put it? Hard core.

"Now I can't breath

No, I can't sleep

I'm barely hanging on"

Then, the redheaded teen joined in with what Ironhide believed was called the 'chorus' of the song.

"Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces, can't deny it can't pretend

Just though you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

Bu you wont get to see the tears I cry,

Behind these hazel eyes"

And he listened blissfully to the calming music, it was gentle and calm, but his mood was ruined by the warning message he received on his screen.

Touch the girls, and you will suffer.

He stared at it, before sending it to Optimus, and everyone from NEST.