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Dear Diary,

Ow, ow, and mega freakin' ow!

Three days after the accident, and nothing is going right! I think the only thing keeping me from launching myself off the roof of the building, though I'd have to find my way up there first, and I am in too much pain to do so... Uh, the only thing keeping me from doing something mega stupid was my stories. See, after years of reading them, and with all this spare time, I suddenly had the urge to write. Well, I had the muse to write before, but it was mostly just smaller stories. That Ferrari, however, awakened a new muse.

It wasn't anything big, though. Just the forming outline for a story about Sunstreaker's travel through Tranquility and his observations about Earth.

I hadn't read any stories since the day before the accident. I've been too preoccupied with dealing with police as stupid as notepads in a computerized age. Lets add to that mind numbing pain that has me trying to sleep away the days, and the urge to write now and then. Oh, and let's not forget concerned family phone calls! If Rika makes one more threat to come up and take care of me herself, I swear...

You see, her idea of 'taking care of me' is sticking a full bottle of pain meds next to my bed, a full bottle of water -Sat right in the sun, I might add- on the dresser next to it, and then plopping herself down in front of my tv and helping herself to my food.

If she wasn't such a great friend, I might just send her a bill for it, too.

Anyways, I think, after all of this, my biggest pet peeve are those damn cops. They keep asking me the weirdest freakin' questions, and worse than that, they're asking about a crash that didn't even exist!

Of all the stupid...

-Bella

(Three days later)

"Miss Cameron, please calm down."

"Mister Foster, please get a brain." I snorted, rolling my eyes. Well, eye, at the moment. Folding my arms painfully over my chest, I leveled the young officer a dirty look. "Do they even take IQ tests at the academy, or just pass every chimp that can fire a gun?" He shot me a dirty look of his own and opened his mouth. "For the last freakin' time, I. Don't. Know! I wasn't there! You've got the wrong accident!"

He sighed and shook his head. "Can I ask what medication you're taking for the pain?" His eyes were on a digitalized note pad before him, so I guess he missed the rather smoky glare I was giving him from my one good eye, because when he glanced up again, he looked startled and actually stepped back.

"Are you actually considering inferring that I'm stoned?" My voice was low, but I was seething. Rika stood in the background, staring at us with wide eyes. Catching my glance, she shrugged and stepped back herself. I transferred my gaze back to the officer before me. "I think I'd damn well know what accident I was in! My memory during the accident is blurry! Not before it! We were passing Middleton Street and Brochester Avenue. There was a huge ass ruckus about some Ferrari parked on the side of the freakin' rode!" I know snapping at a policeman was dangerous, but I was past my boiling point.

I woke up at five am in pain. In agony. Even after the meds, it took me a couple of hours to fall asleep, and then only to be woken up by knocking at my door at nine! I've been trying to answer this frustrating bastard's questions ever since! And most of them he was asking over and over again in different wordings, as if trying to worm some secret answer out of me by catching me off guard.

He sighed again, frowning, and tapping his hand against the edge of the pad he carried. "Miss Cameron, I understand you're confused-"

"Pissed is more like it." Growling, I unfolded my arms when a bruise on my shoulder began to pull painfully. Hissing, I rubbed at the area gingerly. The pain medication had long since worn off, but he kept me here with questions. "Confused would be you, apparently. You don't seem to understand the English. You know, common language about seventy five percent of the human population knows how to speak?"

"If you don't calm down, I'll have to take you in."

Rolling my eyes, I turned away, sinking my teeth into my lip to control the urge to speak the words flooding my mind. Heaven forbid! Your dispatcher's probably an ape more interested by what he picks out of his own back hair than accident victims. I was generally a nice girl. At least, I liked to pride myself on being one. I was kind, helped out elderly or disabled if I could in any way. I wasn't nasty to beggars and homeless people, but right now... Right now I felt like taking that gun, and shoving it so far up his ass, he'd be literally eating bullets.

"You were listed as being picked up from a bus that was destroyed during a terrorist attack on the One-Five. There was no accident reports on Middleton and Brochester." Once again he tapped the pad. "We have digital photos of multiple people on the scene, before we managed to get to them, retrieved by bystanders, that can proove it."

"So you're saying somehow I went from being in the middle of the town, to way outside city limits in a matter of seconds." Once again my voice went quiet, and my eyes caught my own phone. It must have dropped into my purse again at the time of the accident. There was no damage on it, but there were familiar shots of a gorgeous yellow Ferrari. Reaching over, I gasped, as my side pulled.

"Miss-"

I shot him a glare, even as he stepped forward. "I'm not a hostile, violent woman, but I am so pissed off with you right now, if you come any closer, I can't be held accountable for my reaction. I suggest you keep your hands to yourself." Then I softened a little, breathing out slowly and gritting my teeth as I brought the camera close to me. "Look, I know you're trying to do your job, but you want the jist of it? I don't remember ever being on a highway outside the city." I looked down and began flipping through my pictures, and held one up. "I do remember the cute little Ferrari parked on the side of the road, right before the accident, however." And luckily, the photos were time stamped, so he could check to confirm.

Don't get me wrong, the whole 'terrorist' mention didn't pass me by at all. In fact, the first time he mentioned it, I freaked out, asking about a million questions about the semi that hit us, thinking it might have been a transport for...well...bombs and stuff. He just gave me a funny look and asked 'What transport?'. Yeah, like a truck would get away without a scratch after hitting a freakin' bus of all things!

I'm injured, not stupid.

He stared at the shot, blinking. Then he frowned. He really wasn't all that bad looking a boy. Clearly just out of college with reddish blonde hair and deep brown eyes, bordering on hazel. Nodding, he began typing on his little note pad. "Alright, I'll look into it. For reference, I have the number?" I nodded and he nodded back, typing a bit more. Adjusting the hat he wore, he looked up again, almost hesitating. You know, part of the 'strange' behaviour I mentioned earlier. Or maybe I really did scare him. That'd be a first!

"Um, ok. So, I need to ask... You said you were hit by a semi?"

"If it got away from the scene of the crime unscathed, I'm willing to pay good money for a Wolverine transplant." I deadpanned. "It was just a normal semi. I guess the Ferrari threw off traffic so much, it just didn't have time to stop." I shrugged, wondering what was going on.

"There wasn't a semi at the accident."

I nodded, raising an eyebrow. "And which accident would that be again? Mine or yours?" He blinked at me. "Say what you want, I just gave you proof of what I said. Check the time stamp. I was at Middleton and Brochester. You either have the wrong girl, or heard the wrong information." I wasn't being rude now. It felt like the anger had more or less drained out of me. No now I was just tired. Tired and sore as hell.

With a shake of his head, he pressed a couple of buttons and turned his data pad around. "I'm really not authorized to be showing these freely but..." The image changed to a scene of horrible destruction.

It took me moments to realize I was staring at the back end of a bus. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped in horror as I made out human bodies, and what I could only guess were parts of human bodies strewn around. There were a few people standing or crawling however. Then the image changed, and I realized I was staring at the front end. The front windshield was painted red with blood, cracked, with half a human body sticking out of it. There were more bodies strewn here, too.

I think the first thing I noticed was...these pictures weren't taken in town. There were no buildings, just lots of sky, which would support his theory. The picture changed again, a closeup of the wreckage and victims. Then I noticed the shirt. The dusty shirt with the Autobot insignia on the front, half obscured but still recognizeable to my eyes. For an instant, it was like time froze. I stared...at myself. I was barely conscious, curled up, battered and bleeding.

"That's impossible." I couldn't explain it though. My cell phone prooved I was no where near the One-Five, but these pictures said I was. I guess...his pictures could have been doctored, but...why would a policeman lie about something like that? What reason could anyone have to put me at an accident I wasn't at? I mean, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I was at Middleton and Brochester. I knew it. I believed it. Screw what anyone else said. But...these pictures said I wasn't.

Was it possible there was an accident at both places? Maybe two different precints just picked up each report? I could have just been dazed and gotten on another bus without realizing it...

But no. No.

I was there.

I was...at both accidents.

But...that wasn't possible.

With a frown, I leaned back in my chair. "If it wasn't a semi-" And trust me, I didn't believe for a moment that there wasn't. I know what I saw. I know what I heard, and I damned well knew what I felt. "Then what hit the bus?"

"Uh, well...we're not sure." Now he looked really confused. Scratching at the back of his head, he gave an odd little chuckle. "You wouldn't believe the reports we got on our end, from witnesses." He shook his head. "Like I said though, it was apparently a terrorist attack with some hallucinogen involved."

Yeah, that excuse wasn't...stupid at all. I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Pain or no pain, I felt like I was getting control of myself again, and didn't want to lose that. I did, however, smirk. "Let me guess, they saw a big ass robot skidding down the street, and it cut the bus in half?" That scene from the movie was definitely cool, except for the 'innocent victims'.

Startling, he blinked at me, before gaping a moment. "Uh... Uh... Yeah, actually."

Now I did roll my eyes, and my smirk grew. "Ah yes, the beloved attack scene." Seeing his clueless look, I shook my head and rubbed at my chest, grasping lightly at my fake Allspark shard. "It's a scene from a really popular movie. A large, uh, machine-" I didn't remember exactly what piece of construction machinery it was. "-turned into a big robot that rolled down the highway, throwing cars all over the place and cutting a bus in half."

"It's a movie scene?" He raised an eyebrow. I nodded. "Well damn! Finally, it makes sense!" Shaking his head, he began typing on the pad again. "I can't believe, with an accident that bad, that everyone was blabbing about giant robots. Jeez, what's with our world?"

"Well, to be fair, it was a really good movie." I couldn't help the small laugh, and groaned as my ribs pulled. My head was beginning to throb, and I was about to excuse myself to take my meds when Rika wandered in and popped two pills in my hand. Catching his look, I raised an eyebrow. "Advil. Morphine gives me hives." I took the pills. "Thanks Ri."

"No problem, girl. You should be resting."

I interrupted her dirty look at the cop, with a shake of my head. "Nah, I wanna get this sorted."

Officer Foster nodded in agreement, and shifted ever so slightly. "If the movie's so popular, why don't I remember any movie with a scene with giant robots on a highway?"

"It's Transformers." I admitted. "A movie about a race of giant intergalactic space robots." Grinning a little, I shook my head and leaned back in the chair. "They were survivors of a war on their home planet Cybertron, and came to Earth because millenia ago, they cast a powerful item out into space to help protect it. They traced it's energy signal to our home planet. The good guys, the Autobots, came to protect Earth and human kind from danger, and to retrieve their item, the Allspark."

The look on his face was completely enraptured as he listened.

"There were five of them at the time. Their leader, Optimus Prime, took an alternate form, a disguise of sorts, of a large blue and red flame decal semi cab. That's how they hide, they disguise themselves as fancy cars. Or in the case of a lot of Decepticons, construction machinery, planes and jets." I shrugged and hissed as pain lanced up my arm. "Ow. That's why my fascination with the Ferrari. The third Transformers movie was rumored to have a yellow Ferrari as one of the bots." Or...was it red? Why can I never remember?

"But why was it in Tranquility?"

"Oh right! Well, the movie was set in and around Tranquility. The main battle took place in Mission city, and was later covered up with a 'terrorist attack' story." I raised an eyebrow as he gave me a funny look, almost stiffening. "They blamed the rumors of giant alien robots duking it out as a mass hallucination, though that's a half assed excuse if I ever heard one. How the hell could they possibly explain away thousands of people with no connection to each other, across a massive city, all having the same hallucination?" Shaking my head, I smiled a little. "But the homes of Autobot allies, human Autobot allies, were set in Tranquility."

"So they have human friends?"

I nodded my head. "Well one took up a hidden position as one boy's guardian at first, at the beginning of the movie. The kid had no idea his car was really a giant alien robot. Then another kid got involved when she was abducted to protect her..." I trailed off, and barely resisted the urge to shrug again. Huh, I shouldn't call them kids. They're probably only a year or two younger than me, anyways.

"You said the good guys. I take it there are bad guys?" There was an oddly shaken sound to the officer's voice, but his expression was only slightly freaked.

"The Decepticons. The first one we're introduced to is really Barricade. He disguises himself as a patrol car, a Saleen Mustang with the words 'To Punish and Enslave' written on the hind quarter." I didn't miss how he glanced briefly outside at his own cruiser, but tried not to grin. His unit number was 318, not 643 and it didn't have the logo on it. "Their leader is Megatron, who was kept at the Hoover Dam base, under deep freeze." I shook my head. "It's probably better if you just go to the store and buy a copy. It'd be easier to watch than to hear me explaining it. And a lot more fun." My gaze turned to my own tv, as I thought about having a Transformers night in.

"Alright. I'll definitely keep that in mind. I should get in and file my reports, before it gets too late. The precint is in a chaotic mess right now, as well." Shaking his head, he gave me a funny look, before sighing. "This has definitely been an...enlightening visit. I'll look into that Ferrari, and any reports of a severely damaged semi anywhere. Thank you for taking the time to talk to me, and thank you for calming down." He gave me an honestly grateful look. "I haven't been on the job long. I'll admit I can be a little head strong, but I was just going by the information I was given."

I shook my own head, already feeling the medication kicking in as the pain dulled ever so slightly. "It's alright. I know how it can be. I don't think I would have been so easily annoyed if my pain medication didn't wear off." Giving a small smile, I rubbed at my ribs a little. "And I hope I helped clear things up."

"You did. A movie reference." He groaned a little. "Now we need to go back and re-examine all the witness statements. Great. Well, at least we'll get to the bottom of this. Thanks again." He nodded and shook my hand, before heading out.

Rika then turned to me. "Transformers? Seriously?"

Walking over, I painfully crouched down next to the DVD player, and grabbed the case, showing it to her. Then I dug around and pulled the second one out. "See? I know you were never all that into car movies, but this one is kick ass. Not to mention, it's got a sexy little Corvette in it." I raised an eyebrow as her eyes took on a certain little gleam. "Interested in a movie night?"

Dear Diary,

Forget the pain. Today just sucked!

First the stubborn cop. Ok, I couldn't blame him, with everything going on. I just felt nasty and took it out on him. But this? This of all possible things? When it comes to fangirls, there are very specific things you just do not mess with. Merchandise, fanfictions, you certainly don't insult the movie or game, or whatever, in front of them, and above all else, you do not -and I can't stress this enough- mess with their copies of the DVDs.

I worked for hours, trying to get the damn thing to work, before I finally just gave up. Hell, I admit I even let out a frustrated growl, and just...curled up there, glaring at my DVDs. Everything else worked just fine. I've never had issues with it before. Why now? Why only my Transformers DVD?

Did I somehow piss God off and not even know it? Or was this just the worst possible day in history?

-Bella

Written : July 21, 2010

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