Chapter One
AN: So, I've decided to do this idea as a story; it really just started out as a daydream. Oh, and me and my dad planned some of it right before school in the car, too. Also, I apologize to those who read this that are imperial system oriented. Speeds and some distances are measured in metric system, but height and weight are imperial.
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Prologue
Hairdressing, one of the most useful courses my school had to offer. Except, large, metal alien robots don't exactly have hair…
A large red and blue robot stood in a metal hanger. "Sideswipe, Ratchet, I need you to head up north to western Canada."
"Why up there, Optimus?" a bright green robot asked.
"Isn't it just trees up there? What could be important to us there?" another robot asked.
Optimus looked at the two robots, "Because, like Sam Witwicky, she has a connection to us. She holds a key to Cybertron."
Like I said before, Hairdressing was a useful course to have at my school, because everyone I knew of had need of it. That is, until my day got fifteen times worse. Down at the Delta hotel, there was a career fair that our teacher 'suggested' that we all attend. All in all, only eight out of thirteen ended up going. We never actually got to the career fair; we barely made it out of the school parking lot before everything happened. Thank god I had my backpack on my shoulders as I sat on the bus with all my stuff, for I wasn't going to make it home that day.
The school bus was rolling out of the parking lot slowly, the engine taking a long time to get going. Beside me sat a girl in a grade lower, Dyanna, with her earbuds in. She too was in hairdressing, but she actually hated it. Her mom had made her sign up.
I decided to do the same and pulled out me hot pink earbuds. I wish they were purple, but no, my mom had to get me hot pink to match my new pink iPod nano, the ones with the touch screen. I hate them, but love them at the same time. Finding a song that I was in the mood for, I settled down for the ride.
Five minutes had passed when everything happened. We were nearing the gas station when the ground started to shake, very noticeably. Now, let me tell you; where I lived was about a good six hours from the coast, and that meant a fault line. We never got and earthquake, so I never knew what it felt like.
Dyanna noticed and pulled out her earbuds, turning to me. "Is there an earthquake?" I could only shake my head as I began to fantasize about the worst possible outcome that I could think of; a huge aft crack opening right beneath us.
I was wrong; a thousand ideas couldn't compare to what actually happened next. A giant explosion threw us off the road and into the ditch; I believed a gas tank exploded at the gas station by some idiot doing something.
Quite shaken from being thrown, I dared myself to glace around the totalled bus. Some windows were smashed, but when I saw something red, I ducked my head down to avoid looking at something. Blood is what I saw, and I can't stand it. I myself hadn't sustained many injuries, if any. My ankle started to throb a little, but nothing major. Dyanna was a little less lucky, glass shards were embedded in her arm.
Someone screamed, but I didn't know who had. All I noticed was that, looking out a broken window, I saw something big coming up the highway. Something at least twenty feet tall and very shiny. The ground was shaking even more as it approached. "Oh my lord, what is that?" I breathed out and twisted my head in the other direction and stared out our own broken window. This time, I saw two large shiny things, one slightly larger than the other. "What is happening?"
The two I saw out my window got to us first, and I was scared nearly senseless. Before us were two overly sized robots, so I assumed that the other one was similar. Had they come to kill us? Why here, in this small town in B.C.?
The smaller of the two bent down and picked up our bus, causing most of us to scream. I remained silent, showing my fear that way. It set us back down on the road, upright. Maybe it was going to step on us with it's giant foot. It then bent down and a large metal face looked into the bus, freaking us out even more.
A large blue light stared straight at me for a moment before it lifted it's head away and reached a hand out, directly towards me. My heart began to beat faster than an F1 race car's engine. "Please no, please no," I muttered countless times as it grabbed me, tearing some metal in the process.
The last giant thing, a robot, had arrived and was currently fighting the taller of them all. I got a really good long look at them all. The one that had me was red, the other smaller one was silver, while the taller one was bright greenish yellow, and they all looked serious.
"Ratchet, I have her. She matches what Optimus said," the one holding me said in plain, everyday English.
The brightly coloured robot replied. "Sideswipe, take her to base, I'll finish with Soundwave."
I was suddenly falling towards the ground very quickly. The idea of slow motion only exists in cartoons, let me tell you; a moment I was falling, the next I was in a very nice car interior. The big question: where was the giant robot that was holding me a second ago?
The voice I heard from before filled the car. "Don't worry, human, you're safe from the Decepticon."
My mind was reeling. "Decepti-what? Safe? You killed some of my classmates!"
"I for sure didn't fire anything. Neither did Ratchet, it was Soundwave, a Decepticon," the voice responded.
"What on Earth is a Decepticon? And where are you hiding, I can hear you, but I can't see you."
The car sped up in a construction zone, so much that we were doing well over a hundred kilometres per hour. Way over the speed limit. "All that matters is that you get to the base safely. They'll have my spark if you die along the way."
"Okay, I'm just going to go along with what you say to save myself from a headache for now," I lounged in the chair, then freaked out when beside me appeared a person. Or rather, a digitally projected thing. "So you, the car, can talk. Okay, then."
The engine revved. "I'm not a car," it muttered.
"Then what are you? What about those giant ass robots that were fighting it out in the intersection? What happened to them?" I asked as I took off my backpack and opened it up. "Where are we going and how long will it take to get there?"
"We're heading to the United States. As for time, what do you prefer? My speed driving, which I can assure you that you will be perfectly safe unless a 'con decides to crash me-"
I looked worried, "And what are the chances of that?"
"Twenty percent chance if I drive super fast. Or I could drive human speed and the chance of a 'con appearing and actually causing trouble would be fifty fifty."
"Your speed driving sounds just wonderful," I replied. The car revved again and sped up even more. "Only, how do we get across the border? I don't have a passport. And what's your name? I'm-"
The car kept a constant speed of a hundred and fifty km/h. "Krystal, I know. My name is Sideswipe, Sides for short. The other with me is Ratchet, and the 'con is, or maybe was, Soundwave. Don't know what's left of him anymore. What's a passport?"
I shifted in my seat. "It's a form of identification for us humans. You need it to access other countries. Do you understand? And how long will it take with you speeding?"
"Oh. As for time, I'd say a good fifteen hours."
"Fifteen? Can I sleep?" I asked and then yawned.
"For fifteen hours? I wasn't aware that humans could sleep that long. Everyone at the base usually sleeps only six to eight hours."
I nodded my head, "Yeah, but I'm planning on being conked out for a solid twelve hours. After that, though, I'll need a rest stop so I can, uh… go to the bathroom." I whispered the last part, almost embarrassed.
"Go into the back seat and lay down. Ah, there's Ratchet. Didn't know he could drive that fast."
The radio switched on and a different voice blared out. "Is she unharmed, Sideswipe?"
"So far as I know. Didn't see no red stuff, so I assumed she's pretty okay," Sideswipe replied.
I clambered into the backseat, which was very comfortable, and leaned forward. "Hey, Ratchet? Is that your name?"
"Yes, it is," the radio system blurted out.
"Why shouldn't I be harmed?"
The radio was silent for a minute. "Because the Autobots, us, need you alive and in fairly good health. I'm also the Chief Medical Officer."
"M'kay, well, my ankle hurts and now, come to think about it, as does my entire leg. It's getting rather uncomfortable."
"Can you wait until we arrive at base, or does it need to be looked at now?"
I shook my head, "Nah, I'll doze for a good twelve hours. Sides, if I start screaming in my sleep, either pull over or drive as fast as your engine will allow you to." After that, I fell asleep.