*Disclaimer* I do not, nor will I ever own Transformers, any characters or anything. I only own my OC's and the made up places and e.t.c. I apologise if any of this material offends anyone in any way. I assure you it didn't mean to offend anyone in any way, shape or form. This story may contain coarse language. Based off the 2007 movie.
Chapter 6 – Sector 7
We ran downstairs and Sam pounced on the backpack once he saw it. I sighed in relief. "Thank god that's over. Now we just need to give them to them. I'll distract Mom and Dad." I said, dying to get the glasses delivered. "Your moms so nice." Mikaela commented. I smiled at her.
"She's also very... spontaneous." Me and her laughed slightly while Sam paced.
"This is not the time for laughter, and giggling, and discussing our Mom. All right?"
I rolled my eyes, "Oh calm down. We've got the glasses so everything's fine." At that moment the doorbell rung, but not just once, whoever was pushing it was pushing it continually; over and over. We all looked towards the door. I shrugged. "Probably one of the neighbors." Sam suddenly looked nervous.
"You don't think they..." I frowned at him. Don't think they... saw?
"Maybe..." I bit my lip, what if they have? The three of us stood still and listened as Dad opened the door.
"Ronald Wickity" A male voice said. I frowned. That didn't sound like any of our neighbors.
"It's Witwicky." Dad corrected. "Who are you?"
"We're the government. Sector Seven." The voice replied. Sector seven? I looked at Sam and Mikaela. They both looked extremely confused.
I whispered to them, "The government? You don't think..."
"Never heard of it." Dad said. I could picture his confused face.
"Never will." The voice replied cockily. "Your son and daughter are the great-grandson and great-granddaughter of Captain Archibald Wickity, right?"
"It's Witwicky." Dad corrected again, his voice rising.
"May I enter the premises , sir?" The mysterious man replied and I was pretty sure, by the sounds of it, that he walked in without waiting for Dads answer.
"Ron, there's guys all over the front yard." Came Mom's voice.
"What the heck is going on here?" Dad complained. I frowned. I walked out the kitchen and into the hall, despite Sam's desperate attempts to keep me in the kitchen, to see men in black suits walking into our house. "Dad?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Dad frowned at the men then looked at me. The first man turned and stared at me, looking me up and down.
"You and your brother filed a stolen car report last night, right?" I glanced at Dad, who was giving the man an angry look, then back at the man, who turned out to be the mystery man at the door a minute ago. "Yes, we did... but it's back now..." I folded my arms across my chest, not liking this guy one bit.
"We think it's involved in a national security matter." He said, staring me down. I glared back.
"They're ripping up my rose bushes!" Mom screamed in the background.
"National security?" Dad asked, confused. The man stared at me a second longer before walking slowly around the house, looking at everything.
"That's right. National security." He answered lazily.
"My god, Ron, they're everywhere. There's guys in suits all around the house! Look at this!" Mom screamed again from the front room. I glared at the back of the man's head then ran to the nearest window. Sure enough the garden was littered in men in black suits. What the hell! What's going on! Do they know about the Autobots? "Could you stay off the grass?" Dad shouted out of the back door.
"Get me a sample and some isotope readings." The man said, and the suited men who had followed him in, walked off somewhere.
"They're pulling bushes out of the ground! Good Lord! They've got to get their hands off my bush!" Mom screamed, getting more and more distressed. She grabbed her bat and wielded it dangerously. She made to run out the room but the 'door man', as I dubbed him, grabbed it, preventing Mom from moving. "Drop the bat, ma'am." He ordered.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's my..." Dad started, but was cut short by the 'door man's friend.
"I'm carrying a loaded weapon." The 'door man' said.
Mom leaned up in his face and spoke in a dark, angry voice, "But you'd better get those guys out of my garden or I am gonna beat the crap out of them!" Whoa. Go Mom! You put him in his place! I smirked at the man. He glanced at me, frowned, then looked back at Mom. "Are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?" He asked, shining a blue light in Mom's face.
"No!" Mom shrieked.
"What is this?" Sam asked. I turned around (as did everyone else) and saw him and Mikaela had come through. The 'door man' smiled, chucked the bat to his friend and addressed Sam.
"How you doing, son? Is your name Sam?"
"Yeah." Sam answered, looking out the windows at the flashing lights and men in black suits.
"Well, I need you, and your little sister here, to come with us."
"Excuse me? Go with you where?" I snapped, stepping in front of him. He looked down his nose at me, and glared.
"Whoa, way out of line." Dad said as well as he and Mom moved next to me, standing protectively in front of Sam and Mikaela.
"Sir, I am asking politely. Back off." Didn't sound very polite to me.
"You're not taking my children." Dad said firmly.
"Really? Your gonna try to get rough with us?" The 'door man' said over Mojo's yapping.
"Hey, don't you threaten my Dad!" I snapped, my voice growing along with my anger. He pointed a finger at me.
"You. Be quiet." I scoffed.
"Make me." I snapped. Dad lay a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't you talk to my daughter like that! And if you don't leave I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on here." Dad said. Mom agreed.
The man chuckled. "There's something a little fishy about you, your son, your daughter, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here."
"What operation?" I asked in fake confusion. I felt sick with worry. Do they know? They can't...but what if they do? The man smiled.
"That is what we are gonna find out." Another man quickly walked in and learned in the 'door man's ear.
"I think direct contact." He whispered. The 'door man' gave him a shocked look. The new man gave him a strange looking device. He advanced towards me and Sam.
"You." I narrowed my eyes.
"Me?" I replied, watching him carefully.
"Step forward please." He said, holding out the mysterious device. I sighed.
"Fine." I stepped cautiously forward. The device rattled and pinged as he moved one end closer to me. The clicking increased the closer he got. He looked down at the device wide eyed, back at me, then down at the device again. He turned around and spoke to the other men. "Fourteen rads." He smiled. "Bingo! Tag them and bag them!" Men immediately swarmed into the house, quickly grabbing each one of us. Dad and Mom put up a fight but were quickly over powered. A sudden surge of anger swept through me. What are they doing! There isn't time for this! We need to get the glasses to Optimus. "Don't touch me!" I warned a man, backing into a corner. He sneered before reaching out and grabbing my arm. Before I knew what was happening, I had leapt forward and punched his in the nose. He yelled and grabbed his newly broken nose, cradling it. "Tiffany? Tiffany!" Sam yelled as he was pulled away. I growled and leapt onto one of the men holding Sam. "Let go off my brother!" I screamed. He tried to wrestle me off but I hung on. "We're not going anywhere!" I yelled again. Suddenly, men grabbed me and pulled me off their co-worker. I lashed out and punched a few more in the face but my arms were suddenly wrenched back and put in cuffs. They began dragging me out the house after my family. "If you hurt my dog, I'll kick your ass!" Mom shouted. It was obvious where I got my temper from. "Get me a sample on that vegetation ASAP!" 'Door man' ordered. I glared at him, seething.
"You can't take us! We have rights!" I yelled, trying my hardest to get out of the men's grip.
"Sam! Tiff! Do not say anything! No matter what!" Dad yelled over his shoulder (best he could) as he and Mom were took to a different car than me and Mikaela. "Don't worry Dad, I'm not telling these assholes a thing!" I shouted back, deliberately shouting assholes louder.
"Not a word until we get a lawyer!"
We were thrown into a black car and sped off somewhere. I was in the worst mood, glaring at the back of 'door man's head. He pulled out a plastic bag and began looking through it. "So, Ladiesman217. That is your eBay username, right?" He asked Sam. I snorted with a little laughter at his embarrassment. Mikaela, on my right, gave Sam a: really? look.
"Yeah, but, you know, it was a typo and I ran with it." Sam replied, trying, and failing, to come up with an excuse. 'Door man' turned round, holding Sam's phone in his hand. Oh shit...
"What do you make of this?" He asked as the phone began to replay Sam's recording. "My name is Sam Witwicky, and I am with my sister Tiffany. Whoever..." The 'door man' spoke over the recording, reading off our shocked faces. "Is that you?"
Mikaela sighed, "Yeah, that sounds like LadiesMan." I resumed glaring at the man.
"Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. Enlighten me." He smirked at us, knowing he had backed us into a corner.
"Well, here's what I said, okay? 'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that our car had been stolen..." Sam began, stuttering slightly.
"Really?" 'Door man' said unconvinced.
"From us, from our home, but it's fine now because it's back! It came back!" I flinched. Sam had ended it wrong. Mikaela also picked up on this.
"Well, not by itself." She said.
"Of course not, that's crazy. Cars don't drive themselves!" I said fake laughing, trying to make the conversation funny. The car burst into a fit of loud, slightly forced, laughter. I narrowed my eyes and used a very fake, very forced laughter. "Ha. Ha. Ha." I knew the 'door man' was up to something.
"That's funny. That is so funny." The 'door man' laughed. But his laughter suddenly stopped dead. "So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?" We all froze. He knows... oh, god he knows.
"Oh, you mean, like a Martian? Like what, E.T? No." Sam nervously laughed. Mikaela laughed a little too.
"It's an urban legend."
"Well, I think they're real." 'Door man' looked expectantly at me; Sam and Mikaela looked terrified. "Yeah, I mean, all those planets out there have got to have life on one of them. It's near impossible that at least one of them doesn't have life on them. Whether it's 'intelligent' or not, I don't know." 'Door man's face dropped and he looked furious. I head Sam breathe a sigh of relief next to me. 'Door man' turned around and held out a badge of sorts. "You see this? This is a I-can-do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it-badge. I'm gonna lock you up forever." He threatened. I glared at him, ready to punch him in his cocky, smug, face. "Oh, god. You know what? Don't listen to him. He's just pissy 'cause he's got to get back to guarding the mall." Mikaela retorted. I barked out a short laugh, unable to stop the smile that was lighting up my face. The 'door man' pointed a finger at Mikaela. "You, in the training bra, do not test me. Especially with your daddy's parole coming up." I frowned. Daddy's parole? "What? Parole?" Sam asked. Mikaela shifted uncomfortably.
"It's nothing." She sighed.
"Oh, grand theft auto, that ain't nothing." A sudden burst of anger jolted through me.
"Oh, so now you're being so pathetic that you're going to target Mikaela because of something her dad did." I snapped. 'Door man' raised an eyebrow. "It's stupid. Stupid a-and pathetic and wrong." He opened his mouth to reply but I cut him off. I was fuming. "What right do you have to go around blurting Mikaela's past? Just because you're in some fancy, never before heard of government sector!"
Mikaela sighed. "You know what, you guys have a right to know."
"No, Mikaela, it's alright if you don't want too." I said.
"No, it's okay. Really." She assured me. I nodded but gave her a worried look. She took a deep breath. "You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they... They weren't always his."
"You stole cars?" Sam asked, unable to believe it.
"Well, we couldn't always afford a babysitter, so sometimes he had to take me along."
"She's got her own juvie record to prove it!" 'Door man' yelled. "She's a criminal. Criminals are hot." He growled looking Mikaela up and down. I gaped at him. What. The. Hell. "That'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail the rest of his natural life." The same strange device began to click wildly again. "It is time to talk!" He yelled. There was a moment's silence before the car smashed head long into a giant metal foot. I 'oof'ed as the force of the impact chucked me forward. I braced myself as best I could and, as the car spun, we were all thrown around like rag dolls. When the car finally stopped we were all shaken. The 'door man' and his friend in the front were looking out the windows, trying to see what, or rather who, had hit the car. A small smile worked its way onto my face, as I sat transfixed on the light that was shining blindingly through the windscreen. "Autobots..." All of a sudden, two, giant metal hands smashed through the side windows of the front and picked up the car. "Ah!" I yelped as I was showed with a little glass. It was all confusion. Everyone one was shouting and screaming, everyone shouting different directions.
"Go, go, go, go!"
"I can't see it! I can't see it!"
"Shift you weight towards the front!"
"All right! All right!" The roof of the car was suddenly torn off, and the car fell to the ground. The wind was knocked out of me as we landed. A blinding white light was preventing me from seeing much, but I had a pretty good idea who it was. The light was turned off and the mechanical giant threw the car roof carelessly away. I looked up, a massive grin spreading across my face. Optimus Prime. Mikaela and Sam laughed beside me as we all looked up at the Autobot leader. 'Door man' and his friend were gaping at Optimus, astounded, and were cowering slightly in fear. Sam chuckled. "You A-holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend, Optimus Prime." He introduced.
"Taking the children was a bad move." Optimus said, glaring down at the sector seven men. They suddenly swarmed around the car, their guns pointing at Optimus. "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons." Immediately a ground breaking thus was heard as Ironhide jumped down of a bridge. I spun round and smile as the other Autobots pulled up.
"Freeze!" Ironhide ordered. I laughed at all the men looked confused and, mostly, scared.
"Bet you guys wished you chose a different career now." I commented, watching one guy pale and shake, so much so that I thought he was going to topple over any minute now.
"Whoa! Whoa!" 'Door man' yelled, his hands in the air showing he was defenseless.
"Give me those!" Jazz grumbled as he spread his hand out. All of a sudden the guns were ripped from the hands of sector seven men and were magnetically attracted to Jazz's hand. I gasped and gaped, amazed by the power and technology of these guys. Wow, I wish I could do that... I spotted Bumblebee and shouted at him. "Hi 'Bee!" His bright blue eyes snapped towards me and he smiled, waving a little as he stood guard over the sector seven men. Optimus bent down to 'door man's height and lent towards him. 'Door man' gulped. "Hi, there." He said.
"You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?" Optimus asked.
'Door man' sighed. "Look, there are S-Seven protocols, okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can't communicate with you." He explained, motioning with his hand.
"Get out of the car." Optimus said firmly. 'Door man and his friend gulped.
"All right. Me? You me to get..." He began but Optimus, fed up of his stalling, snapped in a loud and impatient voice.
"NOW!" All three of us (Sam, Mikaela and me) jumped at the loudness.
"All right, all right. Get out. Hey. All right, I'm... I'm getting out. I'm getting out. You see?" 'Door man' stuttered, shaken slightly by the Autobots. A sector seven man opened Sam's door, allowing us to easily get out, since the metal handcuffs were still tightly around our wrists. "Very nifty how you put us down without really killing us." As soon as we got out Mikaela managed to somehow get her handcuffs off, then she worked on mine. Finally the cold, hard metal fell off my wrists. I sighed and rubbed them. "Thanks Mikaela. I owe you." She smiled at me then went to Sam's cuffs. After she had got them off Sam frowned. "You're good with handcuffs, too, now, huh?" I frowned at my brother. I thought you were better than this Sam.
"You weren't supposed to hear all that." Mikaela sighed.
"Yeah." I frowned harder.
"Sam, it's not fair, what your doing to Mikaela. I mean, after all she's helped us. It's not her fault her dad did what he did. Don't you trust her?"
"Yeah, well, if she's so trustworthy, why has she got a juvie record?"
"Sam, I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in. When have you had to sacrifice anything in your perfect little life?" Mikaela said. Sam fell silent. I nodded to Mikaela then glared at Sam. Say sorry idiot! Sam sighed, then cleared his throat. "I guess I owe you an apology." Mikaela shook her head.
"It's nothing." I cleared my throat, glaring heatedly over at 'door man'.
"I think it's time we got some answers."
The three of us advanced on 'door man'. "What is Sector Seven?" I asked, glaring at him, leaning forward. He stayed silent. "Answer me when I'm talking to you!"
'Door man' snapped at me and yelled as loud as he could without getting shot by one of the Autobots. "I'm the one who asks questions around here. Not you, little girl!" I growled. Little girl? I'll give you little girl. I felt my hands slowly clench into fists. Sam put a hand on my shoulder. "How'd you know about the aliens?" Mikaela asked.
"Where did you take our parents?" Sam demanded. 'Door man' glared at each of us before answering.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss it." I frowned in frustration. We needed answers.
"No?" I asked. Sam leant forward and rummaged through his pockets.
"Hey. You touch me, that's a federal offence." 'Door man' snapped. I rolled my eyes.
"What're you going to do about it? Arrest us?" I retorted, motioning with my eyes at the Autobots circling us. Sam pulled out the man's badge and walked a little away.
"Do-whatever-you-want-and-get-way-with-it badge, right?" 'Door man' scoffed.
"Yeah. Brave now all of a sudden, with their big alien friend standing over there." We all huddled around the badge reading it. I read his name.
"Agent Simmons." I muttered. So the 'door man' had a name.
"Where is Sector Seven?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Simmons.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He replied cockily. I stared at him blankly.
"Yes, I would. That's why I asked." He raised his eyebrows at me, shook his head and muttered to himself. Bumblebee, who was standing directly behind Simmons, reached down to his 'crotch', did something or other (to be perfectly honest I don't want to know) then, next thing I knew, water was spraying out over Simmons head. "Hey, hey!" Simmons yelled as the water poured over him. I burst out laughing, tears coming to my eyes. Bumblebee's peeing on him! "Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man." Optimus ordered, but I was pretty sure that he found it somewhat amusing. I was in fits of laughter, so much that my ribs were aching. "Get that thing to stop, huh?" Simmons yelled, furious. Bumblebee stopped 'peeing' and shrugged, making a cute sound. My laughing eased and a grin plagued my face. I walked forward and stopped at 'Bee's feet. "Hey, 'Bee. That was great, what you did. He really deserved it." I laughed again as Simmons gave me a furious glare. 'Bee smiled and crouched down, his hand laid out flat, palm up. I pointed to it. "You want me... you want me to get on?" He nodded and I smiled. "Okay!" I leapt on, excited and heart beating faster. Bumblebee stood back up, his hand rising up with me on it. I latched onto his thumb for support but the grin on my face didn't fault. WOW! This is so cool! I'm sitting in a giant alien robot's hand! Everything's so big up here... wow... I wish I was an Autobot. My musings were cut short when Mikaela asked Simmons to take his clothes off. "What are you talking about?" He asked.
"Your clothes, all of it, off." Mikaela ordered. Simmons gaped.
"For what?"
"For threatening my dad." Simmons stared at her in disbelief before staring her dead in the eye as he pulled his clothes off. "Little lady, this is the beginning of the end of your life. You're a criminal. Let's face facts. It's in your gene pool." Eventually he was left standing in his vest and underwear. I laughed and wolf whistled. "Whoa! Sexy! Look out ladies, agent Simmons is single and he's on the prowl!" I was laughing my head off on top of 'Bee's hand. Even 'Bee chuckled.
"Those are nice, like Tiffany said. Now get behind the pole." Simmons grudgingly got behind the pole, as Mikaela asked and shot me a glare.
"This is such a felony, what you're doing." Simmons friend sneered.
"I will hunt you down, okay?" Simmons threatened. I rolled my eyes. Not if I hunt you down first.
"He'll hunt you down." His friend repeated.
"Without any remorse!"
"No remorse." I sighed.
"Are you going to copy everything he says?" I asked lazily from 'Bee's hand. Sam turned around, expecting me on the floor. Apparently he was yet aware that I was standing, quite happily, in 'Bee's hand. "Tiff. Tiffany, what - what're you doing?" I looked down at Sam and smiled.
"I'm sitting in Bee's hand. Isn't it cool!" Sam gaped at me, shocked. He quickly shook his head.
"Right. My sisters crazy... look, we need to go all right?" I nodded. I overheard Simmons conversation with his friend and immediately alarm bells went off in my head.
"We have got to alert everyone." Simmons said. His friend moved his hand, revealing his phone. "They already know. Speaker."
A/N - Here's the next part! I hope I did okay. Also, I was wondering what you guys think. Should Jazz either not die, or , at the possibility of a sequal, should Jazz be brought back to life one way or another? Please either review or message me with your thoughts or comments. Thank you. :)