Yea, I wanted to just write this chapter as fast as I could.

Master of Wishes: Yes, I understand, but things are really going to change in the next few chapters. Thank you for your honesty, and I hope you'll like what's going to happen in the near future.

Lightan117:Thank so much. I love writing when people talk to me!

The Fox Familiar: Once again, thankyou for your honesty.

Disclaimer: I don't own transformers and any song that I put in, unless I say I do…

MUST READ BEFORE STORY!

Yes, Ryuu is a little Sueish, but that was on purpose! I'm making the changes that will happen later more obvious by doing so, ok?

I woke up and hear Sam and Mikaela talking.

"She'll be fine!"

"Sam, she glowed blue and practically exploded!"

I groaned and sat up. "What?" Mikaela looked at me and growled. I felt it before it hit me, the slap of her 'perfect little hand.'

My eyes were wide as Sam yelled at her. "What was that for Mikaela?"

Mikaela frowned and adverted her eyes to him. "She got captured, passed out and made us get in this war in the first place! I'TS ALL HER FAULT, and I know you're not related. You had her family adopt her, ha! I bet you regret that now, huh?"

Mikaela stopped her yelling and sneered at Ryuu.

"They adopted the little slu-' another slap before Mikaela got quiet. Her hand slid up to her stinging cheek, eyes wide. "you…hit…me…" "Shut up and look forward, or it'll be worse." I commanded.

With a gulp she obeyed.

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah, Mikaela?"

" Why does the robot turn into a ugly car?"

The wheels skidded to a stop and a belt tightened around my body as Sam and Mikaela were thrown out. The car u-turned and started to drive away.

I saw Sam and Mikaela fighting before the car went completely on its side around a newer Camaro. The seats changed into newer leather and the paint got slicker.

"Damn!" He pulled a sharp turn before shooting forward. "Hey Bumblebee, when we go back, run over Mikaela, will you?" The radio let out what sounded like a laugh before pulling up to Sam and Mikaela.

We didn't look at each other as we continued on.

We pulled into a empty lot and stopped, getting out. Bumblebee transformed while four other cars and trucks drove in. A Pewter built Semi, a GMC Topkick, a search and rescue Hummer, and a Pontiac Solstice.

Each one transformed into one of the robots and moved to look at the small crowd of high school students.

The first thing that came out of my mouth was, "Well, shit." They all looked at me. My eyes narrowed. "What you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing~" Mikaela said smirking. With a growl I stepped forward, but Sam held out his arm to stop me.

"Now's not the time." "Fine."

The biggest flamed one looked at us. "Are you Samuel James Witwicky descendant of Archibald Witwicky?" he asked us.

"They know your name," Mikaela whispered as she held Sam's hand tightly.

"Yeah, I are," Sam gulps. "My name is Optimus Prime," Optimus began to explain,

"We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron.""But you can call us Autobots for short," the rescue truck told us.

"Autobots," Sam repeated.

"And life just got better." Sam elbowed me and I glared at him. "With a sigh and a roll of my eyes I let them continue.

"What's crackin' little bitches?" the silver Pontiac said as he hopped onto a car like it was a couch.

"Meet my first lieutenant. Designation Jazz," Optimus introduced. "This looks like a cool place to kick it," Jazz said. 'I'm going to like this one.' I thought.

"How did he learn to talk like that?" Sam asked. "We've learned Earth's languages through the world wide web," Optimus explained.

"Internet," Mikaela scoffed, "You can find anything on there these days." I looked at her.

"Not everything…" "Prove it!" "the plans to nuclear bombs or power plants." Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Why would you need those?" "No reason. To build up radiation, blow up a country, global domination…"Optimus looked at me warily.

"My weapon specialist Ironhide," Optimus continued as we looked at the black pickup truck from earlier. Who is now a robot and pointing giant guns at us.

Isn't that lovely. "You feeling lucky punk?" Ironhide smirked as his cannons whirred.

I poked his cannon. "Nice." Ironhide raised an optic ridge at me. "Easy, Ironhide," Optimus warned him.

"Just kidding, I just wanted to show them my cannons," Ironhide said holding up his cannon arms as they transformed back into his arm.

"Our medical officer Ratchet," Optimus said pointing to the rescue truck from earlier.

That one is kind of obvious. I raised an eyebrow as Ratchet sniffed the air.

"Hmm, the boy's pheromone levels indicate he wishes to mate with one of the femmes," Ratchet said.

Mikaela and I both looked at Sam and took a step away. "TMI Ratchet, TMI." I said.

"You already know your guardian Bumblebee," Optimus said as Bee started doing a little dance. "Check on the rep. Yep, second to none," Bee said from part of a song.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're our guardian?" Sam asked as Bee nodded. "Sweet!" I said. Bee looked at me and started to play a familiar recording.

I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing

"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you go there was never

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

My eyes widened. "You recorded that!" He nodded and I blushed.

Optimus chuckled.

"His vocal processors were damaged in battle," Ratchet continued as he shot a little laser at Bee's throat which caused him to gag. "I'm still working on it."

"So, why are you here?" I asked.

"Meg-" "Where you goin little lady?" I turned to see Mikaela walking away.

"Home, I wont tell anyone what I saw, but Im going home." She left the alley in a huff. I looked at Sam.

"Well, you are now girless again."

"Thanks for pointing that out Sherlock."

I looked at the sky. "Thank you dear Author for getting rid of that bitch."

Sam just shook his head and looked back at the Autobots. "Just continue. Please."

"We are looking for the All spark and-" I zoned out after that then realized something.

'Why am I not having my creepy revelation thing?' I shrugged and soon realized that they were nearing the end of their explanation.

"That is why we need the glasses Samuel." Sam paled. I sighed.

"Sam, If you lost them again-"

The look of horror on the Autobots face was enough to make me laugh.

"I didn't loose them! I didn't loose them!"

Yep, got rid of Mikaela!

Thing are going to change ALOT soon!