Disclaimer : I don't own Transformers or any of it's affiliates. I only own Eliana and Erika.


(Normal POV)

He knew he had to come clean.

He wasn't supposed to. Even if he didn't have active orders for this particular mission, it was simply common sense. You don't expose yourself to alien beings. Especially lesser intelligent ones with a hell of a lot of violence laced through their history. Shit just tended to go badly when you did.

Still, he supposed it was inevitable.

After all, if she was somehow connected to the Allspark, which he believed the still ever fading remnants of Allspark radiation clinging to her told him she was, then she'd had contact with Cybertronian material. And after any number of words and phrases he'd overheard her mentioning, there was no doubt or questioning that she did know about his kind.

Frag!

She knew Bumblebee! By name!

And Optimus!

And, if he was assuming correctly, their current target, Samuel James Witwicky!

And that...that could make all the difference!

Granted, 'Sam' was a common nickname, used for both femmes and mechs, but hearing it in conjunction with 'Autobots', 'Bumblebee', 'Bee' and 'the Allspark' narrowed it down a bit. A big bit!

Sure, his auditory and visual receptors were still damaged, and her initial mutter of 'Autobot's had been dismissed on the fact it could very well have simply been a glitch in his audios, considering they were running at 75% efficiency, but the many more after that?

And the 'Private Message' she'd received from one 'KitKat', a.k.a Kathy Carter?

The femme (Slag it, all three!) knew something...and if his glitching audios were correct, it all seemed linked to something called 'Transformers'. Something about a 'fandom'. He'd had to research just what the frag a 'fandom' was!

Fandom: The state or condition of being a fan of someone or something.

He'd still had to look further before truly understanding the word's meaning, since he wasn't entirely certain why anyone would be an apparatus with rotating blades that creates a current of air for cooling or ventilation.

And that led him to KitKat, and her FicMe account, which was a whole slagging mess on it's own. Primus! Where'd the femme get all that information?!

Having to remove her 'stories' and flag her I.P. had taken more time than he'd liked to have admit, but it was necessary, and by doing so, he'd noticed someone else had flagged her. A distinctly Autobot signal, at that.

Did that mean he hadn't missed the mission?

Was there still time?

Well, slag! If there was still time, there wouldn't be much! He'd have to take a pro-active approach, which led him right back to the idea of revealing himself to his charge.

After all, it wouldn't be a violation of standing orders if she already knew, right?

It seemed like the perfect plan-

Right up until the femme came stalking into the garage and grabbed a welding torch and turned to him with a look that seriously scared the slag out of him!


(Eliana's POV)

"They don't exist!"

"What other explanation do you have for it?"

"Oh, I dunno... It's a dream? A hallucination? All a big coincidence?"

"You got a Cybertronian necklace, made a wish that we were in Transformers, Transformers disappeared, you bought a car that reacts like it's alive, and your necklace seemingly magically disappeared."

"A very big coincidence?"

She levelled me with a pointed look. Which was impressive, considering I was walking briskly through my house and she had to nearly jog to keep up. That, and she was very clearly freaked out, and apparently willing to believe in the impossible.

"Seriously, Eri? The only explanation you can come up with is that giant alien robots suddenly exist?"

Suddenly, she darted in front of me, holding her hands out to block me. "Did you know a meteor crash-landed in Tranquility the day before yesterday? And when the police went to check it out? There was nothing there. Just an empty crater. Three guesses as to where the meteor landed, and the first two don't count!"

I felt my eyebrows hike up, because...well, no. I didn't know that. "Seriously?"

She nodded emphatically, looking a bit like blonde bombshell bobblehead.

...Try saying that three times fast...

"Annnnd you suddenly think aliens exist." I sighed, shaking my head. "That's completely insane, Erika!"

"The meteor landed on a dealership that specialized in Pontiacs! And apparently there was another meteor that landed in the desert just outside of Tranquility a week earlier-Again, no meteor when the cops showed up to check it out!"

"So we've got a magical, missing necklace, a living car, a missing fandom, and run-a-way meteors. Anything else?" I sighed heavily and reached a hand up to pinch my nose. "Erika-"

"Look, I get it. I'm always the one willing to believe in the impossible, but don't you think it's a bit naive and arrogant to think that we're the only life in the universe? Countless billions of universes and galaxies, not to mention the planets, and Earth is the only one capable of sustaining life?"

"We're not talking life on other planets, Eri! You're talking about a thirty year old fandom coming to life! You're talking Cybertronians, which we've been raised to know aren't real, suddenly being real! If you just mentioned aliens, with all this shit going on, I'd hear you out. Hell, I'd probably believe, too, but Cybertronians?! Optimus? Megatwat?!"

She snorted, the first sign of anything other than stress and confusion in the past several hours. "If he is real, you'd better not call him that to his face."

Rolling my eyes, I tried to ignore the way my lips stubbornly insisted on turning up. "He's not." Then, as an idea hit me, I pushed gingerly past her, towards the garage. "None of them are, and I'm gonna prove it!"

"What? How?"

Without another word, I stalked through the rest of the house, out the side door that led into the garage, over to the bench, and I picked up a welding torch. I didn't even hesitate, before lighting it and turning to the silver Pontiac Solstice sitting oh so innocently in the middle of my garage, facing me.

"All right, once and for all, we're gonna figure this out." I decided, for Erika's benefit, to semi-humor her in a way. "If you're alive, stand the fuck up, or I'm torching your headlights!"

Nothing.

"Ellie?"

"You wanted to know, didn't you?" I kept facing the car, at the end of my rope. "If you doubt me, keep in mind I can afford the spare parts to replace anything and everything I damage." Then, an idea hit me and my eyes narrowed. "Hell, maybe I'll skip past the headlights and just stick the torch in the engine and see what decides to go boom! Last chance!"

Standing there, flaming torch in hand, I stared patiently at the car. Outwardly, I struggled to remain as calm and brave as I could, but inside, I felt like I was falling apart, piece by piece. I was admittedly more than a little scared, confused, annoyed... The things that had been happening over the past few days just didn't make sense in the logical, rational way.

No matter how hard I tried to rationalize it, there were doubts and 'what if's.

It didn't fit.

A necklace that appeared with a 'make a wish' note, a wish made, an entire fandom disappearing, a car that reacted oddly, meteors that went missing, and said necklace magically going bye-bye overnight, from a locked jewelry box? While pearls, jewels, gold and silver were left behind, untouched?

It sounded like...a fantasy.

A dream come true.

...Or just a dream...

Except I didn't remember falling asleep, and this had been going on for days. Nothing fit for it to be a dream! I was alert, I felt pain and fear, I could read, I could see details, and I remembered everything that was happening.

It just didn't make sense!

So standing here, in front of the car, I wasn't sure what I expected more.

Would it stand up and prove Eri right?

Had Transformers somehow become real?

Or was I letting my overactive imagination run wild?

Standing there, I held the torch firmly, half glaring at the car.

Waiting.

Watching.

When nothing happened, I rolled my eyes at Erika. "See? I told you! If my car actually was an Autobot, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't want to risk me burning something important."

She still didn't look convinced. "Unless it doesn't believe you."

Pausing, I groaned and turned back to the car. "I just spent an entire day fixing him up!" I stared at the shiny new paint job. At the hood of the car, and the empty interior. The car just sat there, but I distinctly remembered picking a small forest out from the undercarriage, and hammering out small dents, and repairing small scratches. I remembered buffing hints of rust from places, and thoroughly washing the windshields, and carefully replacing the wiper blades, and tightening down the loose distributor cap.

Shaking my head, I inhaled deeply. "They're just parts and I can always get more." Taking a step forward, I hesitantly followed it with another. "I don't wanna do this." I felt sick at the idea of purposely sabotaging the nice-looking car before me.

"It's just a car, isn't it?"

I felt my eyebrow tick at the tone Erika had taken with me. It sounded almost taunting, and turning to glare over my shoulder, I levelled her with a dark look. "Don't fucking start with me!" After all, she damn well knew I didn't like purposely damaging nice pieces of tail pipe like this, unless I had a damn good reason.

But isn't trying to preserve your fading sanity a 'damn good reason'?

Biting my lip, I nodded to myself, approached the hood of the car, and held the torch out. "Final offer." I muttered quietly, my heart admittedly pounding and adrenaline coursing through my veins as my arm trembled ever so slightly.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Not a twitch, not a shift, not a shiver. No radio, or crackling voice. No whistles, or clicks, or whirs. Not a single, noteable response at all.

So I steeled myself, nodded, bent down, and reached the torch towards the nearest headlight-

Only to have the car explode!


Written : Mar 4, 2015

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