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'What now?'

I asked myself this as I stared in shock at the worn-out tabloid featuring giant robots on the ground, frozen in place. An hour ago I was throwing fish at my best friend, everything was completely normal. Now I'm in the world of Transformers-you know, those giant, warring, alien robots?-so that some weird voice thing can try to turn me into a Mary-Sue.

"Fat chance." I growled. If that bitch wants to play around with me, no way in hell I'm letting her win! I will not be a freakin' Mary-Sue! I don't care how crazy I'm going to be thinking this is real but I will not be beat!

That's my girl! No one messes with you and gets away with it! Except, maybe, your ex...

"GAH! Damn it Eddie! I forgot you were there." No, I did not jump. I just stomped both of my feet at the same time in frustration. That's all.

You so totally jumped! And how could you forget I'm here? I'm the new voice inside your head. Ha! Never thought I'd get to say that. That's so cool.

"Not cool, Eddie." How long will it take for her to get that? This isn't cool. This is insane and a big pain in my ass! "And I did not jump!" I didn't. I do not jump.

Did too.

"Did not."

Did too. Look now, you're making a scene! If you're gonna argue with the voice in your head, do it silently.

She was right, people were giving me strange looks. "What're you staring at, shorty?" I growled at one kid that dared to stare at me for longer than a second. Deciding that sticking around would just cause more problems then I'd care for, I started stomping off along the sidewalk of the busy street. How was I supposed to talk to Eddie without looking like a freak show?

I can read your thoughts just fine.

Say what now?

You're in a fanfic now, remember? I can read everything that's happening through word perfect.

Everything? "Shit." Don't think of something embarrassing. Don't think of something embarrassing. Middle school graduation. Fuck.

Pfft! BWAHAHAHAHA! You really looked like that? No wonder you burned all your old photos.

I groaned. Out of all the things to pop into my head, it had to be that picture. Now I have the voice of my best friend laughing at my inside my head. "Are you done yet?" I hissed, not really giving two craps about who hears me. "Or do wish to continue laughing at me while I try to figure out how to deal with this current pain-in-my-ass situation on my own?" Trying to get back onto topic here.

Ok, sorry. So how do you plan on not becoming a Sue? I'm sure if Voice Lady can send you to another world through a computer, then she can probably do whatever she wants.

Ok, true. But like hell am I just gonna roll over and take it. This is a fight between me and her. I will not lose! I just have to think. What did the bitch say? Yes, that will be her name until i find a new one. Something about my Mary-Sue qualities?

Weren't you listening?

"Um..." Hehe, I guess I was too infuriated by the fact that the bitch was laughing at me and ignoring me that I ignored her. Oops, my bad.

Honestly? Most people would be listening to the creepy voice thing that made everyone around them frozen.

"Hey, I thought we already discussed my abnormality today. Just tell me what the bitch said!" I growled out loud. I don't have time for this! Or do I? What else do I have to do. I don't know!

She said that the first Transformer to make eye to optic -that's their eyes by the way- contact will fall in love with you.

Fall in love with me? Dear god, it's Twilight all over again. "What the hell kinda love story is that?" I demanded repulsively, again not caring who hears me.

The Mary-Sue kind, now focus girl!

"Hey, no probs Eddie. All I have to do is, if I see a giant robot, avoid looking them in the eye thingies. Easy."

Optics. They have vehicular modes! Or did you forget why they're called 'Transformers'? I'm pretty sure this love spell thing includes their vehicle equivalent! Geeze, I can't believe you to be in the Transformers world of all people. So not fair...

Rolling my eyes at that. I highly doubt at this point Eddie will think of this situation as the bad thing it is. "So, Little Miss Fangirl, what are their vehicle modes? I'm pretty sure you've had them memorized by now."

I have all the ones from the first and second movie memorized yes, but we never saw the third movie. There was supposed to be a lot of Decepticons this time, they could be anything!

Anything? "Again, no problems Edds. All I have to do is not look at any vehicle directly." 'Cause I guaranty that bitch has it set that the moment I lay eyes on a Transformer, they'll just so happen to look my way. "Simple enough."

Um...You sure about that?

"Absolutely." Is what I started to say. About half way through a car horn blared to remind me that I was standing at a busy street in the middle of Toronto! "Well, crap."

Edna groaned placing her hands over the back of her head as she face-planted into the table. She had discovered that she could talk to her friend by typing in quotations before and after she types a sentence. The girl had hoped she could guide her friend this way but it was proving a more difficult than she thought. Her best friend wasn't exactly well known for her intelligence, that's for sure. She'd probably crack a blond joke right about now but this week her friend's short boyish hair was dark purple. She was blond last week. Besides, she's a natural brunette. Or was it black? It was hard to keep track with the constant dyeing of her hair.

Anyways, her friend wasn't doing to well and was letting her temper distract her. By the way she was going, she'd either run into a transformer or get run over by the time she made it home.

'Well, my best friend was never well known for her brains anyway. Why would today be any different.' Edna thought, looking back up at the screen. "Hello, what is this?" There was some new writing on it.

CFB Borden-Canada

15:52

Major William Lennox had just stepped into the hanger of their temporary N.E.S.T. base when he was approached about a possible Decepticon. They had came all this way on reports of Decepticon sightings, figures that they'd hide in Canada, and they think they've just found one. Close, too. Too close to civilization for comfort.

"Are you sure that it's a Decepticon this time?" The Major asks. He did not want another incident like they had last month; a report on a helicopter that supposedly went missing six months ago had been spotted flying over a large forest area. Given how familiar the scenario appeared, it seemed like a Decepticon for sure. Turns out, it carried survivors of a crash in the wilderness and it just happened to have taken them six months to get it working again and return to civilization. Good news was, the found some amazing and cunning survivors of a helicopter crash. Bad news was, they had brought the wrong type of crew to get them to safety. That's a few more people exposed to the Autobots and sworn to secrecy. On the bright side, some of them may qualify for the N.E.S.T. team after they've had some much needed R and R. This did not help the whole 'blame the Fallen's attack and TV broadcast on terrorists and pranksters' thing, though.

"Sir, it's Canada. How often do you get reports on unidentified F-22 Raptor flying near city limits?" The soldier says matter-of-factly.

"Good point. All right guys, we've got a positive on Starscream's location! He's moving quick but we should be able to intercept him near Toronto. Let's try not to blow up a building this time and keep him away from the city!" For once, could they pull this off without an accident that ends up on the front page? Please? A low rumble escaped the black GMC Topkick that was parked beside him.

"That coward will fly straight for the city when he spots us." Ironhide. This giant trigger-happy mech had been a great friend to Will since the battle at Mission City.

"Then we must do everything in our power to keep him from harming any Human civilians." This loud regal voice came from the custom Peterbilt Semi in the middle of the hanger. A.K.A., Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. "Sideswipe and Mirage are in southern Toronto as we speak following up on the reported sightings of the Decepticons. If and when Starscream tries to use the city to his advantage, they will be there to head him off. Autobots, roll out!"

Edna quickly looked at her watch. 4:35. 15:52 would have been 3:52 pm. Making use of Google Maps, the redhead quickly figured out how far away CFB Borden would be from the library. 'Aw man, they will reach Toronto any second if they haven't already. I highly doubt they're sticking to the speed limits.' The redhead started to panic. 'I've gotta warn her!' She shouted inside her head.

"I don't know what we're so worried about Eddie." I proclaimed as I came upon this realization. "This is Canada! What are the odds of running into any Transformers here? They're always in the states! When do you ever see that kind of action here?" Why didn't I think of this before?

Um...about that...

She sounds nervous. Not good. They're here, aren't they?

Yes. I just read about it now.

"How many?" I let out a barely audible whimper. This sucks.

Um...a lot. Some should are definitely in the city with you. There are both Autobots and Decepticons, if the reports are true.

Great. Figures that bitch would have the lot of them here as soon as I entered the streets. Ok, relax. All I have to do is avoid looking at vehicles and get home, if I still have a home, that is. So, just keep looking down. Look down and keep walking and-car! Turn your head! This isn't working! Stupid ground hugging cars! Maybe if I wear my sunglasses, that way if I see them, they can't see my eyes. My sunglasses are dark enough. Reaching for them where they usually hang around the collar of my shirt-and I left them on the table in the library. Of course. My wallet's at home too, so I can't buy any either. Fuck.

Maybe you should take out your contacts.

What? Why? And where did that come from.

The N.E.S.T. team will be there too. They've been trained to shoot at red eyes and they might mistake you for a 'Con.

Is that a joke? It has to be. I'm pretty sure they won't confuse me for a Trans-freaking-former. The flesh kinda rules that out. Besides, my red contacts suits my mood pretty well right now compared to my others.

Suit yourself.

"I'll be fine Eddie. I'll just...look up. Ya, that'll do. I'll just keep my head pointed up in the sky, that way I'll be safe from any car/bot guys." This plan should do. I'm almost out of the business part of the city any way, I'll be home in no time-ow. Running into trash cans, smart.

That's probably not a good idea.

"Relax, Eddie. I can do this." I said confidently, looking up at the sky. Then suddenly I see a fighter jet flying in my direct line of sight and over my head. Think, who was it that transformed into a jet? It was that moronic, groveling coward Star-something. The one that looked like a Dorito with chicken legs. I hated that guy.

Starscream.

Right, Starscream. Gulp. N-no probs, that could just be a regular human-made jet. Flying dangerously close to city levels. In Canada. Craaaaap! It's ok though. What are the odds he saw me? I'm getting a really bad feeling.

"Do you think he saw me, Edds?" I manage to get passed the lump in my throat.

Um...

The sounds of a jet turning around, the trademark sound of shifting gears and plating, the sound of something landing on a nearby tower behind me and the sounds of people screaming were my answer.

"Shit!"

Now things finally begin!