Same old boring disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC, Hailey. Transformers is owned by some big rich company who have no idea of the immense power of possibility, by letting me own the series.

Mrs. B, I'm not sure how OC she really is, I based her off one of my aunts. I made her old and spunky!

I have Hailey alternate between Mrs. and Ms. for a reason. So you sorta slur it like Mzz. Like when you're not sure whether someone is married or not and you're trying to cover your ass.

This story is rated purely because of my swearing XD.

Hailey stood outside Baskin Robins' ice cream store leaning on the guard railing licking her chocolate and peanut butter double scoop.

'Mmmm….peanut butter,' she smiled lazily at her frozen treat.

The CBX was parked so close to the door, it was practically creeping up the edge of the sidewalk; Hailey didn't trust anyone when she was 'borrowing' her brother's bike. Paranoia got the better whenever she left it alone, because if she lost it…. several situations came to mind that she didn't want to think about.

She may not come home until she found it, the thought making her cringe.

Hailey leaned and people-watched until she had almost finished her cone; the Baskin Robins' was located at the beginning of a housing street on one of the busy roads so there was a constant parade of odd folks to look at.

Hailey eyed a couple of kids her age emerge across the street from inside a clothing store; one of them pointed across the street at the ice cream store and they all headed up the street to the nearest set of lights.

'Well, now might be a good time to go,' thought Hailey. Girls looking like that likely went to her school, she didn't need to be stared at. God, it must be easier to go up against the judges at American Idol.

Strolling down to the bike she swung the helmet off the handlebars and sat down sidesaddle. The helmet securely on her noggin she revved the engine and swung it toward the parking lot exit.

Straight into the group of girls.

Hailey's head snapped forward with the jerk of brakes stopping her from running then over.

Uttering mild curses she tilted the helmet back up where it was supposed to be, and her eyes met the startled faces of the girls.

All three of them were staring at her, frozen like deer. The Mexican standoff lasted until one of them at the back gave the girl in front of her a little push. That was enough to send all of them speed walking across the parking lot and out of Hailey's way.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she rolled gently into the street. Reflex and adrenaline were great for reacting quickly, but it made Hailey a little dizzy afterward.

Accidents happened to other people, on other bikes, she convinced herself like a parent murmuring it's okay to a scared child. If she could she would have played with her hair in stress.

'Careless driving and careless drivers,'

'Always be careful of whose around you; you can never tell who's going to do something stupid,'

Her father's words, he started giving her lectures and pointers as soon as she had started driving.

At the age of 13.

There were perks to having a father who lived his obsession, bending a few rules about legal age and when you're 'old enough' was one of them.

Hailey bent and twisted smoothly around corners toward the hobby shop on Elmknot Road.

The deliveries hadn't really been as many as she tried to make it seem to Jaygen, in fact, there was only one.

Margaret Bailey, her mother's oldest friend --both time and age wise-- was whom she was playing fetch for. Not that Hailey minded in the least, the sixty-something women had known her since she was a baby, before that even.

She had been an older sister to her mother back when she living in the city as a girl . This made her very special in Hailey's eyes. She had no other outside connection to the memory of her deceased mother.

Mrs. Bailey loved to tell stories painting a picture of Lucy Faulkner; back when she was a girl, right up to the last time she had visited her, glowing in the later stages of pregnancy which was the last time Margaret had seen her.

She recalled with vivid detail the first time that she had met Lucy: it was summer and Lucy had passed out from heat stoke on her way home from school while walking down Mrs. Bailey's street. Naturally she had taken the 'poor child' inside and when she woke up, welcomed her to stay until her father could fetch her. Lucy had come back the next day with a gift to thank her, and a year later, she was visiting every day after school.

Grown up and moving from the city to be with her new husband, the two stayed connected like old childhood friends, never mind the fifteen-year age difference.

Now the old woman was like Hailey's grandmother, and when old age started to slow down her hopping around the city Hailey leapt at the chance to spend time with her. It was a nice change for Hailey, not spending your time surrounded by her dad, brother, and their buddies all the time.

It was simple, pick up an order placed at a craft store on Elmknot that had arrived and deliver it to her house, that is if you're not too busy dear.

"Busy," she drawled into the receiver while looking around the empty house. Tombs make more noise and had livelier occupants.

"Ya it's busy here all right," Hailey had replied, looking around the deserted hallway. "I'm busy supervising the dust bunnies so they don't take over the house while everybody's gone."

The sympathetic voice on the other side invoked a little sigh from the girl. "Nope, they're all busy today doing something-or-other."

The voice on the other line spoke again and perked Hailey right up. "Sure!" The thought of taking her bicycle all the way to the city made Hailey wish she had her own car to get there. And then the solution rolled in on two wheels in her mind.

"You know what, I'll be there before lunch. See you soon Mrs. B."

That was the plan that left her in the wonderful state she was enjoying now: free as a bird for the rest of the day, with a shiny bike, and the whole world paved out before her in asphalt.

Life is good, she thought, as she relaxed her muscles and enjoyed the breeze coming under her raised visor.

The Old Hobby Shop was the actual name a cottage styled craft and hobby shop. It was run solely under the power of a single determined Asian woman. Using beads in the store to create bracelets and necklaces she sold at the counter for extra cash, she also ran lessons on jewellery making to make ends meet. She was doing fairly well running a shop considering the previous owner had an old-fashioned idea of what a hobby was.

Not really into the whole model building thing, the possibility of growing up to be a crazy person with whole model cities in their basement did not look to be in Hailey's future.

The idea of moving little people around was appealing however.

The little brass bells tied to the doorframe jostled each other when she nudged open the store door, Hailey held her helmet under her arm since she would just be a second.

"Helloooo?" she called coming up to the counter. It was rare that Jennifer Yong didn't pounce on a customer about their interests before they were even in the doorway.

"I see you, Haileeey," a faint voice called out.

The combinations of hearing a bodyless voice call her name and the eerie stillness of the empty store gave Hailey the willies.

Hailey froze, then on a horror movie hunch, cautiously peeked over the counter.

Delighted laughter sounded again with a voice. "No Hailey, look, up in the corner! Wave!"

What was she--oh. There up in the corner of the ceiling was the dark little beady eye of a security camera. Smiling, she gave a little wave to the camera as instructed.

The wooden door at the back of the store, one that blended so well with the wood panel walls, opened and a slim Asian woman wearing a white sweater, dark jeans and low heels walked out, closing the door behind her.

"You should have seen your face," she giggled behind a hand "when you looked over the counter you looked like you thought something was going to jump up and bite you."

"I was not," Hailey coloured in embarrassment of her horror movie-induced weak moment, "I was just-- it was kinda creepy okay. I hear a voice calling my name in an empty store and it was just weird."

"But couldn't you tell it was me? If I wasn't here, the door would be locked." Jennifer raised a very logical point.

"Not if they hid your body back there," Hailey grumbled under her breath, shooting a look at the camouflaged door.

Getting back to subject. "Do you have Ms. B's box?"

"Oh, yes yes, two boxes of create-your-own stain glass window ornaments," Jennifer nodded as she went back to her storeroom/office.

"Glass? Mrs. B's working with glass now?" Hailey gave a concerned frown; she didn't like the idea of the women working among a pile of glass shards.

Hell, she wouldn't like the thought of herself working with a pile of glass shards. It would make her twitchy to be so careful; teeny, tiny cuts were the ones that burned the most. Paper cuts, 'nuff said.

"I know, but they are so pretty don't you think? I'm going to make some to put in the store window." She placed the one big package that contained two smaller boxes into the girl's hands.

"Now just because these are glass pieces," she joked "doesn't mean you go dropping the boxes at every stop you make, okay." She was grinning, obviously still amused by Hailey on camera.

"Yes yes, haha, very funny," Hailey fidgeted, hot in her jean jacket now that she didn't have the wind to cool her and wanting to be back out there.

Jennifer noticed this. "Hailey, why do you still have your jacket on, it's summer. Why don't you tie it around your waist, hmm?"

Hailey shrugged her shoulders to lift the material away from her T-shirt. "I won't go biking in T-shirts. There's a reason bikers wear leather."

Hailey didn't want to think of how unpleasant picking gravel out of her raw skin would be if she ever fell over with bare arms. The touch of skin on ground would rip it away like a tablecloth in a magic trick. She had seen how many reports of biker and car, or biker and truck met with the biker walking away alive. She was as well prepared in her mind about the dangers of driving a motorcycle, and still went time and time again on that motorcycle, to the raving hysteria of her brother, determined not to let it hinder her actions.

It was still freedom when she sat behind those handlebars. For a while she was "Hailey: Queen of the highway."

Hailey thanked Jennifer and left the store. She tied the package in the area behind her seat with adjustable straps her brother had installed.

Stopping at a red light Hailey turned behind her and gave a tug at one of the straps, she was satisfied when it didn't budge.

Slowing down when she reached the quiet neighbourhood she soon pulled up a long driveway to park behind a bulky crown victoria lying long dormant.

Sneaking up to the door as quietly as she could while avoiding the big windows Hailey gave a little victory cry and raised her finger toward the doorbell.

The door opened with an air pressured 'Whoosh'

"I'm not that slow darling," grinned Mrs. Bailey as she swung the door back, "you made a lot of noise coming up the driveway."

Pouting Hailey gave in the face of Mrs. B's 'Skills'.

It was a game they had played for a while, the goal was for Hailey to creep up and ring the doorbell before Mrs. Bailey answered the door. It both honed the skills Hailey used to sneak the bike away and prevented Mrs. Bailey from becoming hard of hearing since she was always straining to hear the slightest sounds from outside.

Needless to say the paperboy wasn't expecting this when he came to deliver the morning paper.

She was now a standard warning to anyone new taking over the paper route.

Hailey spent at least an hour inside the familiar walls of Mrs. Bailey's home, chatting about what was happening with her classes, when was soccer starting and was she going to be part of it, Mrs. Bailey's new interest in glass ornaments.

"Oh, well, it just looked so easy and beautiful, I just had to try," Mrs. Bailey smiled over her glass of iced tea.

Hailey was swirling the ice cubes around in her empty cup to see how fast they could go before she spoke.

"Two boxes is trying it Ms. B?" Hailey gave her sceptical look.

"Well yes dear, if I don't like it then I can give the second box to one of my nieces to see if they'd like to give it a try," Mrs. B gave a cheeky grin and got up to take both their glasses to the kitchen. She returned with the package and a pair of scissors.

"You're going to open them now," Said Hailey, a little slow to catch on.

"Why not? I thought it would be neat if we both saw what they looked like, maybe get you interested in one?" Mrs. B tossed her grey and blond hair back and continued snipping away at the paper and cardboard.

A dozen or so clear plastic bags and a folded instruction booklet fell out of the box with a few other odds and ends.

Mrs. Bailey picked up a bag containing green pieces. "Well that's odd, she muttered, cutting open the bag.

She spilled the contents all over the coffee table.

"Oh dear, that's a ripoff," she frowned unhappily at one of the 'glass' pieces she picked up. Hailey, who had been watching the process from her seat on the couch, slipped onto the floor and kneeled by her.

"What's the matter?" she inquired, looking at the piece in Mrs. Bailey's hand.

"It's plastic," came her crestfallen voice.

"What?" Hailey picked up one of the green pieces lying on the table in a pile. It was light, and the edges weren't even paper cutting sharp. It was indeed plastic.

"Oh nooo," Hailey crooned, but secretly happy that they didn't have a pile of green glass shards in front of them.

"I guess that makes sense though. If anyone can buy these and play with them, they can't have glass if a kid is gonna play with them."

"Oh well," sighed Mrs. Bailey, "How about we make a pattern right now, hmm?" she suggested, "Let's see what it looks like."

Cutting open the remaining bags, Mrs. Bailey spilled out and gathered into piles: dark blue, light blue, greens, scarlet, gold, clear, grey, orange, and the rest of the colours of the rainbow.

Putting together the pieces was like putting together a geometric jigsaw puzzle; all the pieces were roughly square or triangle shaped of varying sizes.

Hailey moved the box so it was off the table so they could have more room to work on the red bird pattern they were slowly creating. Moving it over her shoulder to the couch something fell out and hit her thigh before rolling away.

Not wanting to lose any pieces of the kit she bent over and felt around for it. Her hand bumped something that rolled away.

Lying her head flat on the floor Hailey searched for the little cylindrical object. She swept an arm under the couch and came up to the table with the object in her hand.

Uncurling her fingers she closely examined the odd little ball maybe two inches in diameter that fit nicely in the heart of her palm. It was pretty; clear like glass it was cerulean blue with 3D purple swirls going through it, wavy threads twisted through the glass ball and shone metallically where the light highlighted them.

"Wow. Pre-tee," said to herself, already attracted to the little glass ball. She turned it this way and that in the light from the window to make the highlights travel over the treads.

"What have you got there?" Mrs. B looked up from the wing of her bird to see her 'granddaughter' playing with something.

"It fell out of the box, I think it's a spare piece," Hailey said as she placed the ball in the women's outstretched palm.

"Could be," mused Mrs. B as she too held it up to the light, "could be a piece from another kit too. It's too heavy to be plastic like these," she gestured at the table.

She stretched out her hand and put it back in Hailey's. "I don't think we can use it. Here you go, keep it. It's a knickknack now."

"Thanks Ms. B." Hailey said cheerfully as she tucked it into the pocket she kept the bike key in.

They worked through the complicated steps involved to make a glass ornament all afternoon into the evening. The end result was a beautiful red cardinal on a light blue background with a few smudges and fingerprints of the dried solvent that held it together.

Both felt accomplished and admired their work, Mrs. B got some string and hung it in the window beside the front door where it would catch the afternoon light.

"Now Hailey, are you going home or staying for dinner?" Asked Mrs. B as they both stood in the front hall.

"No. I.. . . have to go face the music. Again," Hailey played with her bangs in guilty admittance. She had forgotten. The bike parked in the driveway and she had totally forgotten its existence.

"I'll call home and tell them you're coming them," Mrs. Bailey smiled kindly and headed for the phone.

"Oh, no, No! It's okay," Hailey waved her hands in front of her, "Josh is still probably in the garage, and dad is at the car show still. I don't think you can reach him Detroit."

"Michigan! Your father left you to go to Michigan!"

"Well if we're lucky he might come back," Hailey joked and gave her a lopsided smile.

"You're all alone!" Mrs. Bailey seemed to be appalled by this, that someone would leave their children and travel across the country. To Michigan! That was practically in Canada!

(A/N: patriotic proud Oh Caaan-adaaaa . . . )

"Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it, he should be back before school is even out. Bye Ms. B," rushed Hailey as she backed herself out the door to the bike before the women could go on further.

Mrs. B was still in the hallway thinking furiously how Hailey's father was going to get an earful when he got back. She watched Hailey back out with the motorcycle and with a wave, head up the street.

I would leave it at that because I'm lazy, but I promised some people some action.

Don't think that you PERVERTS!!!!!!

"Witwicky! 'Ey Sam!" Hailey called as she came to a stop in front of a house half a block up from Mrs. B's.

She waved at a figure that was just stepping out of Bright yellow Camaro. Sam started at the sound of his name being called, but gave a nervous smile as Hailey dismounted her bike and came up to him.

Hailey whistled lowly as she trailed her hand admiringly along the side of the sporty car. She didn't notice the slight shivering over the frame, but Sam did and his eyes widened and he shuved himself against the door, making it rock again.

"So," he cut in quickly, praying she hadn't seen what he thought she saw, "Hailey, is your dad lost somewhere in Detroit too?" he chucked jokingly.

'Please don't let her have seen, please don't let her have seen," he intoned, swearing that if he made it he'd talk to Bee. He'd talk to Bee again.

Hailey however was completely oblivious to tension between boy and car, who was privately not happy at being shoved.

"Ya, you too huh," she shared his grin in amusement.

A feeling of companionship passed between them, two kids in the same drifting boat.

And the moment was broken as Hailey shot it to pieces.

"So where did you get this car!," Hailey exclaimed and stepped back to admire it.

"What year is it, I've never seen this one before. Did it come with stripes? Did you put them on yourself? How does it run? Smooth ride? Stick or automatic? Where did you get it?"

Sam started to answer the first time, then stood back and watched Hailey circle his car while rapid firing her questions.

It was a while before he stopped admiring the sky and turned back to Hailey, who was glaring at him as she rested her elbows on the hood.

"Uh, oh wh-what was that last one?" he blushed at being caught full on not listening.

Hailey took pity on him and ended the doll-like staring by rolling her eyes. "I wanted to know: how much it was for Bumblebee." she repeated.

Sam's world came apart.

She knew, he didn't know how, but she knew. He was in such shit. He was going to have to tell Optimus that he had just blown the biggest secret to mankind, and he didn't even know how. Then there was Hailey, what was he going to tell her. How she was going to react, was she going to go screaming down the streets or blaring to the newspapers, was she...

Hailey furrowed her brows and cocked her head at the stupefied looking boy, his mouth was hanging open a bit and was looking at her like, she could only assume he was looking at her, like she had just turned into a six inch dancing leprechaun.

"You...know," he sounded to her like he was about to be sick.

The controls in the car lit up glowing, Sam didn't move, just applied a little pressure to the car under his body and sent a silent 'nonononononono, this can't be happening. No bee. Just sit STILL'

"Know what?" came the automatic response.

"You know about..." he stopped, unsure of her reaction, "wait, you do know right?"

Hailey was worried about Sam, what was he talking about now? "I don't think so Sam, you're not making any sense. I don't get it, know what. Should I go get your mom? You don't look so good." She was fully prepared to run right into his house to haul out his mom, post-haste.

Sam was now wavering between apprehension and doubt. Maybe she didn't know? He held out for that small hope and ventured again.

"So you don't know about, them," he stressed the last word; he carefully watched her face.

"You know, maybe I should go and get your mom..." Hailey's voice faded as Sam stared the words right out of her.

She started to move backwards toward the front door slowly while keeping her eyes on Sam. He started to think fast now and his mind whirled to try and find a way to stop her.

"Hailey," he called in a voice serious enough for her to stop completely.

They both stood stock still and waited.

"Gotcha."

It took a moment, but it eventually got though, and it hit her like a dead fish in the face. She just stood there a minute before disbelief, stupefied Hailey transformed into super pissed-as hell Hailey.

"WHAT," she shrilled and advanced threateningly on him.

And he was just there laughing, laughing at HER! Hailey's thoughts were murderous in the face of humiliation and she chased him around the car screaming at to "get back here!"

"Come on Hailey, can't you take a joke," He called from one side of the car as she shuffled like a basketball player on the other side. She faked left and lunged right when he bolted and gave him a solid sock on his arm that left him rubbing it in pain.

"You complete idiot, that wasn't funny. I thought...you were freaking out. Do you know about, oh my gawd." She fumed and glared holes in him.

Sam on the other hand, couldn't believe his luck: he had just thrown the 'gotcha' as the first thing outta his mouth. And felt that he was damned lucky, he hadn't been sure she would believe him.

He took a look inside his car and saw the lights had gone out; Bee had stood down as well after realizing she knew nothing. However both of them knew that Sam was the one who almost gave them away. He knew he was guilty of that, with being to jumpy at keeping such a huge secret and all.

Hailey huffed in a phantom shadow of anger and ran a hand through her hair as they both now sat on the yard in front of the house. They both sat Indian style for a few minutes both lost in their own little worlds.

"Hailey is that your bike," Sam asked after staring past it for a goodly while. It was nice looking he admitted, sports vehicle like Bee, he mused.

Hailey stared at it too, the little voices in her mind nagging about something.

"Shit!," she realized as she scrambled off the grass. Sam offered a hand, which she accepted, nearly pulling him down again.

"Gotta go Sam, see ya. It's Lucas's bike," she went through the motions of getting ready and kept her helmet visor up as she spoke to him.

"You take care of that Bee now, ok? I don't want to see it down at the garage in a wreck okay? See you," last parting she waved and flipped the visor down as she pulled out into the right lane.

Sam waved until she was out of sight, then stumbled backwards until he hit the Camaro with a bump. A backseat door popped open and Sam crawled into it and flopped down on the seats.

"Sneaking Sally Through the Alley,

Tryin' to Keep Her from Sight.

Sneaking Sally Through the Alley,

My Baby Caught Me Last Night."

"We're not caught yet Bee, not yet. Maaaan I think I nearly had a heart attack," the voice came from under the arms that were covering most of his face.

Bumblebee revved his engines a little in agreement and radio music started to play quietly from the stereo.

XxXxXxXxXx

"Optimus," called a robot as it came in search of their leader's advice.

The robot was not the kind made in Japan and soon to be hitting the store shelves, no. This was an Autonomous robotic life form, known as an Autobot to the few humans of who knew of their existence under Hoover Dam.

"What is it Sideswipe?" Asked a large Autobot with flame decals over his metal plating who was formerly resting in the recreation room.

"When I took over my shift this cycle I noticed a weird signal coming off the radar. The last person on shift was Sunstreaker and he said that it has been doing that most of the day. It just appeared for a few nanoseconds then disappeared. The energy signature wasn't any one recognized by the data banks; it can't be another Autobot but it's putting out signals that we're picking up."

"Why didn't Sunstreaker report it himself sooner," Optimus frowned, failing to notify anyone in an situation where an unknown anomaly could mean trouble was not was not what he wanted to hear.

"Op-ti-mus, it's nothing," Sunstreaker himself entered after the sliding doors opened, his hand going up to the shoulder of his mechanical twin as he stood beside him, "Little bro here is just making a fuss about one little blip. It could even be some sort of human activity that we're picking up, or a glitch in the computer."

"A little blip that our computer isn't able to identify isn't just a little blip Sunstreaker," Optimus admonished sternly.

"Just because it's in Mission City–" Sideswipe began.

"Mission City! We have strange reading in Mission City?! Sideswipe if you would please alert Bumblebee, see if he can investigate the signal being the closest. Sunstreaker, I want you to take over monitoring the radar to see if that signal appears again. I want a pinpoint of its location that you will send to Bumblebee for him to track."

"Yes sir," both bots replied to their leader's commands and turned on their heels to go out the door.

And were blocked as Ratchet tried to come in at the same time.

The medic looked taken aback at nearly walking into a Lamborghini wall, but recovered quickly seeing just the bot he was looking for behind them.

Optimus had a strong feeling that this wasn't a social visit for his old friend.

"Optimus I was just in the monitoring room–" he rushed.

"We are aware of the signal Ratchet, Bumblebee will check it out and report back," trying to soothe his friend's unnecessary worry.

"Bumblebee's going to need some backup Optimus, I know nothing about a signal, but a deception signature in on the screens: It's Barricade, he is heading out of Mission City."

Optimus wasn't the only one speechless as fact and death reversed themselves seemingly in front of their eyes.

Barricade was dead, deactivated, offline with no chance of reboot.

"Sideswipe, alert Bumblebee–forget the signal. Sunstreaker, find Ironhide and the two of you follow me and Ratchet; we'll see if Barricade pulls any of his comrades out of his sleeves. Rollout!"

Me: Hit it Bumblebee!
Bumblebee: -Starts playing Madonna- I'm sorry...
Me: echos I'm sorry...
Bee: So sorry...
Me: So sorry...
Bee: Pleeeeeease forgive me

I'm sorry whoever I said there would be a fight scene, it just didn't work out that way. TT I am long winded and my hands hurt. I am a freak: I type with one hand. As a result, my work is slow.

At least you know it can only pick up from here! This is a romance/humor, and I am warring with myself over who it should be because of my RAGING favoritism of Optimus XD. So there may be a little delay whilst I argue with myself.

And Always: REVIEW!