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"Rise and shine, bright eyes!" Archie barged into the room, pulling aside the window curtains to let in the bright morning sun. He sighed; seeing the teenager on the bed just refusing to get up.

"Come now, today is a beautiful day in the Philippines! Wakey, wakey kiddo." He shook the sleeping figure, grabbing unto the blankets and tugging it away from his iron grip.

"Another day, another adventure!" Metallic blue eyes glared blearily up at the smiling adult. How can someone be so cheerful at… 5 o'clock in the morning… now, you've got to be kidding me.

"Dad... Seriously?" He groaned turning away from the bright morning sun.

"Come on, X! No Sacrifice, No Victory!"

"Then I'll just sacrifice my time today and stay in bed…"

"Now, don't be like that. Let's go watch the dolphins today!" Ugh, it was too early to deal with all of this… excitement.

" 'M too tired, dad." He covered his head with a pillow. Sleep… he just wanted to sleep…

"Hey now, you're wasting your youth away… So, GET UP YOU LITTLE FREAK!" Xander jolted out of bed, startled when his dad's eyes turned a dark shade of crimson.

"D-Dad. W-What?—" His normally kind smile twisted into a deep sneer, as stared down at his son with disgust.

"You heard me. You pathetic insect."

"I-I don't understand." He backed away once the man took a step closer, those crimson red eyes glowing eerily in the light.

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE RUNT!" He fought the hands that grabbed him. Archie growled, as he dragged the small boy off of the bed.

"LET ME GO!" Suddenly, the ground gave way beneath him and he was falling.

No! No, he needed to go up. He reached for the light, but it was too high above him. His limbs grew numb as his body became stiff. Xander desperately tried to run, desperately tried to escape; but his body couldn't move. He opened his mouth to scream for help, but his throat grew hoarse and he couldn't make a sound. Please! Someone, help…

"—WAKE UP!" Metallic blue eyes were jolted awake; glancing around the room, he felt the memories crash down at him all at once.

He was in his room in Tranquility. Xander calmed himself down, trying to gather his thoughts. It was all a dream… None of it was real. Dad got lost in sea when he went to watch the dolphins by himself while I stayed at home. He's been living in his cousin's house 4 years since then, and what woke him up was—

"Hey, X! Dude, come on! Wake up and open the door! I really need to talk to you." His stupid cousin, Sam…

"What?!"

"C'mon open up! It's something private!"

"If you ran out of space to stash your 'Busty Beauties' in, I'm not—"

"No, dude! Shut up! Someone might hear!" He rolled his eyes, sighing as he got up from the bed and stretched. Carefully manoeuvring around his equipment laying systematically on the floor, he found the closet and placed a shirt on. Yes, he slept half-naked, sue him if you want.

"Listen, man! I need to ask you a favor, just hear me out—" He opened the door; staring at his cousin, unimpressed, when he almost stumbled to the floor.

"You know, the last time I did you a favour I almost blew Mojo up. Too bad your dad's phone didn't make it though…"

"Trust me, this time's way different." He arched an eyebrow at him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, no techno stuff."

"Okay… Tell me."

"You see, remember the time when Dad promised to get me a car if I got 2000 bucks and three A's." He nodded, casually leaning against his bedroom door as he watched his cousin nervously pace out in the hallway.

"Well, I got two A's and I'm planning to get another one during History today but I was only able to scrape about fifteen hundred bucks auctioning stuff out on Ebay, and I was wondering, since you have work and you won that award with your Flying Dragonfly thing…"

"You know, that 'Dragonfly Thing' just added a whole lot to your college funds."

"And I love you for that; you're the most awesome cousin ever! But please—" Sam got on his knees. "Could you lend me 500 bucks—I'll promise to pay you back!" Xander sighed.

"Okay…" Brown eyes blinked down at him in surprise before he suddenly got an armful of excited cousin.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, man, you know that right?"

"Get off me…"

"Ah, Sorry!" Sam backed away, letting go of the stiff teenager. Xander fixed him with a small glare, trying to still his shaking hand. He had been getting better… Dad said he was making progress, but ever since he disappeared just like that. He couldn't stand the touch of others, the memories each contact held were just too painful to bear…

"X? I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He let out a shaky breath before going back into his room leaving the door open as an invitation for his favourite cousin to come in.

"Xander, this place is more messed up than mine… uh, you're not working on something that might blow up right now, are you?"

"Just don't touch anything… Everything is in its place for a reason." X couldn't help but smile when his cousin glanced warily at the wires and mechanical parts that surrounded him.

"Rivox, I need to make a withdrawal."

"Voice recognition identified. Very well, sir."

"Hey! You got Riv to talk back."

"Well, it's not exactly an A.I if it doesn't respond of its own volition." Xander went to the open drawer, placing his bare hand across the metal surface. Small tendrils of electricity flowed from his palm as he activated the mechanism and opened the safe.

"Here." He handed the money to his cousin who looked like he was about to tackle him all over again.

"Now, shoo. Or else you're gonna be late for school."

"Thanks, X. I promise to take you anywhere with my new car!"

"Yeah, yeah…" Xander turned back to his latest invention once Sam had exited the room.

He recently just started inventing to gather funds in order to go out and search for his father which he was convinced was just lost out in the ocean. Archie wasn't one to go down without a fight, he was a survivor. School was just a waste of his time and once his relatives saw that he was capable of supporting himself they allowed him to drop out. Too bad for Sam, Ron was persistent on him being the first Witwicky ever to get into College.

"Xander, dear, it's time for breakfast!"

"I'm not hungry, Aunt Judy!"

"Xander Kevan Witwicky! Get your scrawny butt down here and eat your waffles!" He sighed; you'd think after living under this roof for four years she'd give up the notion that stuffing food down his throat would give him a few inches in height. So what if he was rather short for his age? Being 5'5" had its advantages…

"Xander!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming! If all women were like this, no wonder Dad never got married…"


"You're totally gonna love it, X!"

"How much did you pay it for it again?"

"Guy was asking for 5 grand but something changed his mind and he sold it to us for 4… TA-DAH!"

Metallic blue eyes scanned the old busted up Camaro, unconvinced. It was yellow with black racing stripes, what a surprise… it looked like a bumblebee. The paintjob was faded but it looked like it was purposely done that way.

"A 1977 Chevrolet Camaro, it's a bit worn out but nothing a bit of elbow grease can't fix. At least Uncle Ron didn't buy you an old Volkswagen like he was planning to."

"Hold up. Seriously?"

"Yup. You know how he's such a cheapskate. Did you see what's under the hood?"

"Ummm… about that—"

"Please don't tell me you just bought an old car without—"

"Hey! It worked just fine, I even drove it home."

"That doesn't mean that the engine is in top notch condition… C'mon I'll take a look at it."

"Really?! Will you—" Xander raised a gloved hand to stop his overexcited cousin before giving the older teenager a stern look.

"Now, see here, Sammy. I said I was just gonna take a look, maybe even point some stuff out to you. But I am not, I repeat, am not fixing up this car for you. It's your bug, it's your responsibility. Now, pop it open."

"Fine… Can't blame a guy for trying." Sam dragged himself to his new car, struggling for a bit before he finally got the hood up.

Xander peered inside, impressed at what he saw. The interior of the car was far more impressive than its exterior and he found himself being drawn in by curiosity.

"Look at what we have here…"

"Well, what do you think?"

"This engine is far too advanced for its time period." Far too advance for even our own. "I think it got restored or replaced sometime later. Custom made obviously since even I don't recognized some of these parts are for."

"Really? And you can tell by just looking at it?" He nodded to him absently, eyes analysing every screw and bolt of the engine's design.

"Yeah, see that mechanism here." He pointed to a few damaged wires connected to a box at the back of the engine. "It looks like something ripped through the poor thing. I think I can…"

Xander reached out to the device. His gloved fingers barely brushing the engine's exterior when he was given a painful jolt. He jumped, falling on his butt when the hood slammed shut as the engine came to life. The car radio blasted static through its speakers in a frequency that left his ears ringing.

"You okay?" Sam held his hand out to his cousin, wincing once he saw the large burn that marred the back of his right hand. The glove was burnt off; only small scraps of fabric were left, clinging unto the horribly singed skin.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, X. I didn't know—"

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Just a little burn—" He hissed, feeling the blinding hot pain that pulsed through his arm as he experimentally tried to move his fingers.

"Don't move. I'll go get something to help!"

"No wait, Sam! Sam!" He groaned when his cousin ran inside the house, completely ignoring him. "Great, just great. Now, everybody's gonna fuss…" He turned to the now silent, immobile car. Cradling his hurt arm close, he remembered what he had accidently discovered while foolishly messing around with the machine's engine.

"Sorry… I guess that shock hurt you too, didn't it?" Silence was his only reply and after a few minutes he was about to give up and follow Sam back into the house when he heard a small whirl before the radio suddenly came to life.

"Every day i shock (shock) every night i shock (shock), I'm sorry…" Xander laughed, who would've known the living car knew K-pop.

"What?! Oh my God! Xander, are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, Aunt Judy. It's just a little burn I was just—Owowowow…" He flinched when the frantic woman grabbed unto his wrist to assess his injured hand.

"That's a severe burn, sweetie. I'm afraid we have to take you to the hospital."

"What?!" No! Please, no! NO NEEDLES! "No! I'm fine, Aunt Judy. It's just a small burn it doesn't even hurt that much at all—"

"But, dear, we need to—"

"No! I'm fine! Just please… no hospitals, please… No more."

"Oh, sweetie…" Judy took the shaking child into her arms, running a soothing hand down the teenager's back. "Alright, but we need to bandaged that up okay?"

"O-Okay." She led him inside, not noticing the old car that blinked its headlights worriedly as the young inventor was escorted out of sight. The Camaro seemed to sigh before slowly manoeuvring himself back unto the middle of driveway. Humans would never cease to surprise him.


"Xander! Where are you going?"

"Just taking out the trash, Aunt Judy."

"You don't need to do that, dear. You're injured, let Sammy do it."

"What?! But mom—"

"Don't—"

"It's alright, guys. I can at least do this much." He exited the kitchen before anyone could protest.

"Hey, if the kid wants to take out the trash, I say let him do it. Aren't we lucky to have a kid like that under our roof?"

"Hey!"

"Ron, please."

Xander quickly dumped the garbage bag into the bin before quietly making his way to the garage house. Using his good hand to lift the door up, metallic blue eyes glanced down at the busted up Chevy.

"Alright, let's sort things out, shall we?" The car replied with a small chirp and the inventor paused, wondering how to begin their small… chat.

"Now, I know you're just some any normal car—"

"Duh!"

"—But an intelligent sentient being." He got a round of applause for that and Xander smiled, he really liked this car right now. But even so, he needed to make sure…

"But listen, I don't need to know how you got here or why you're here. All I need to know is…" He slowly approached the car, smiling sweetly when it shivered and tried to subtly back away. "What are your intentions towards my cousin?"

Bumblebee was nervous, the dark aura that surrounded this tiny human told him there was no escape as those glowing metallic blue eyes held him in place. He could fight Decepticons two times his side, stand before Megatron and show no ounce of fear; but this little human, whose hands were crackling dangerously with blue static, this little human was enough to make him reconsider his view on the human race as small fragile organics that needed to be protected. Xander watched as the car whirled nervously before giving him a response.

"I'm sorry but that's classified information—My mouth is shut—I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you—It's a secret!" Xander sighed.

"Are you here to hurt him?"

"No, silly. Honest!"

"Are you hiding from something? Using us for a cover?"

"S~orta, maybe~..."

"Great, Sam's housing a runaway car convict."

"You better run run, run run
You better run run, run run
You better run run, run run
You better run run, run run. (Bad Boys)" X couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Xander! Are you okay out there?"

"I'm fine, Aunt Judy!" He rolled his eyes; honestly… they'd think the trash compactor ate him or something.

"Okay, listen here you bag of bolts." The Camaro chirped. "I don't want you giving Sam any trouble. Be a good car and do whatever it is you need to do. Once you're done here, I want you to leave alright? I can get Sam another busted up Camaro to work on. But this family is already in enough danger housing me as it is; I don't need an intelligent car convict to add up to the pile, do you understand?"

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

"Good—"

"Xander! What's taking you so long out there? Do you need help?!"

"Just picking up something from the garage, Aunt Judy. I'm coming!" He gave the car a final stern look before existing the small house and pulling the garage door close behind him, plunging the Chevy into darkness.

Bumblebee whirled softly, was this what humans meant when they 'interrogate a partner'? He let air out of his vents before settling down for a light recharge. It seems that he had his work cut out for him tomorrow.


A/N: Yay! Done for today! Please review! If I get more reviews I promise to update faster!