Please don't let me be late. Please don't let me be late. Please don't let me be late. Over and over, the same thought repeated in my head as I ran as quickly and as quietly as I could to the house. I didn't try to check if Sam was behind me or if the autobots were going to stay in the alley or not. I didn't care about any of that. I was purely focused on one thing. Not giving my parents another reason to hurt me. Not tonight. Thankfully the house wasn't far from the alley and the back door was open with no sign of my parents. I ran up to the door, slowing as I went up the stairs.

"They're late. I told you to call Sam." I heard my mother from within the house. Her voice didn't sound far and listening more I could hear the news playing on the TV in the living room.

"Yeah, yeah." My dad's voice sounded from where my mom's voice had come. Shit. Please don't make a sound. I internally begged the door as I grabbed the handle and slowly twisted it so I pull it open. Unfortunately, the door was not on my side tonight as it let out a loud creak as I tried to pull it open. "What was that?" I froze as I heard his voice. Oh no. I quickly opened the door the rest of the way and moved inside as it loudly shut behind me. But I didn't have enough time to move anywhere else before I saw my dad come around the corner. As soon as he saw me without Sam, I knew I was done for.

"You're late. Where's Sam?" He was livid.

"He's just parking the car. I'm sorry, we lost track of time." I tried to reason but it was pointless. He would never listen to a word I said. Hell, he probably thinks that I either ditched Sam somewhere or got him arrested again. This was so not what I needed right now.

"Well, I guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson about how not to lose track of time." He started coming closer to me as he spoke. Hurry up Sam! Stop him from hurting me. I knew that the autobots couldn't do anything about this. No matter what Ironhide said about protecting me. It wouldn't do any good for their mission if they did anything to stop me from what was to come. And as much as I didn't want Sam to find out what was going on behind his bac, he was my only hope right now.

I tried to run upstairs, but he grabbed me by my hair and threw me down causing me to hit my back against the step leading to the living room and my head hitting the floor hard. I groaned in pain from where I laid on the ground. My dad let me lay there for a minute before he roughly grabbed my arm, pulling me up and dragging me off to the side of the staircase, through the kitchen. I heard him open a door, most likely the one to the little basement area we had, before I was thrown down the few stairs leading into the room. I screamed as I felt a very sharp pain in my left arm before I hit the ground. I looked up towards the door, tears in my eyes from the pain, and watched as my dad slammed the door shut, leaving me in the dark, cold basement alone.

It took a minute for my eyes to readjust to the dark and before long, I could see the stairs and boxes that were filled with different things. I moved onto my back, keeping my arm close to my chest. I yelped as I touched the mid part of my arm between my wrist and elbow. "Either broken or sprained. Great. How in the hell am I going to explain this?" I used my good arm to move myself back over to the stairs, so I could lean against it. I looked up the flight of stairs leading to the door back into the house. "I guess a better question right now would be how the hell am I going to get out of here?" The pain in my legs growing as they had gotten banged up in the fall. Thankfully, they didn't seem to be broken or anything. Just banged up but that wasn't going to help me get out of here right now. As much as I knew I had to help Sam and the autobots, there just wasn't anything I could do without revealing to Sam what was truly going on and giving Ironhide a reason to use his cannons. The thought making my chuckle. I'm sure he wouldn't mind the chance.

It's funny, I barely knew the autobots for a couple hours and already, I felt like I had a connection to them. It felt as if I belonged with them, long before we had ever met. But that was silly, right? I mean I'm a human girl from Earth while they are Cybertronians from Cybertron…at least that's what I think they're called. It makes sense seeing as humans are considered earthlings. Okay I'm thinking way too much into this. I need to focus on trying to get out of this mess.

I looked back towards the door. I thought I heard voices, but I couldn't tell exactly who was speaking or what was being said. Granted, I wasn't trying either. I needed to pull myself together and get to Sam. I'm safest there. I took a deep breath and used my right arm to grab the rail of the stairs, pulling myself up onto my feet. The pain I felt in my legs was awful and my arm wasn't any better, especially when I accidently tried to use it to steady myself on a step causing me to almost scream out in pain. I couldn't though. Not with Sam, Ironhide and the others so close.

After taking a few minutes to let the pain subside, I grabbed the rail again and this time I carefully and slowly pulled myself to my feet. God, I wish I wasn't so weak. I wish I had the courage to stand up to my parents. To just leave. Honestly anywhere is better than here. I took another deep breath as I glanced up, though my jet-black bangs, at the flight of stairs ahead of me leading to the door. It was now or never. I moved one leg onto the step that was in front of me, and forced my other leg onto the next step. They were screaming at me to let them just collapse with every step but I wouldn't let them. That is until the ground started to shake like a huge earthquake had hit causing me to lose my balance and tumble down the stairs…landing on my ass.

"What the hell?" This was Nevada. We barely got earthquakes, especially…ones that…big…oh right. That was probably one of the autobots. I shook my head at the thought of what they could be doing and who could've fallen. It was then I heard my father's voice yelling at my mother about an earthquake. I stayed still where I was for a while until I was sure he wasn't going to open that door to start on me again. At least this wasn't like last night, although I really needed to change my bandages. The pain in my legs slowly was subsiding the longer I rested. Probably just going to have some bruises but nothing serious thankfully. I'm not sure I can say the same for my arm though. Most likely need to have it in a sling for a couple days to let it heal.

I picked myself up off the ground, a lot easier now that my legs weren't hurting so much. I walked around looking for the light switch, arms out and feeling the walls. It didn't take long for me to find it and I flipped it on, illuminating the room. There wasn't much to see, honestly. The washer and dryer were down here, along with a lot of boxes and the generator in a corner, that turned on as I flipped the switch. Power must have gone out. Sadly, for the rest of the house, the generator only worked in the basement. It was in case of a disaster or something. Didn't exactly pay attention all too much. Thankfully, because of that reason, we also had a full first aid kit…somewhere down here. If I could find it, I'd be able to change my bandages and probably put some cream on to help them not get infected, if they weren't already.

"Where did they put you?" I asked out loud as I walked around looking over boxes and around them. However, it wasn't until another 'earthquake' hit that I found the first aid kit. I literally ran into it as I tried to steady myself. "Whoever caused that one, thank you." I smiled as I opened the kit that was on top of a box in front of me and grabbed the gauze roll along with some cream. I took off my shirt, ignoring the slight pain in my arm, leaving me in just my bra. At least I was kind of covered because of the boxes.

"Oh shit." I got a good look at my bandages that were mixed of dark brown and red. I could barely see any white at all. Gross. I shook my head, getting ahold of myself, and went on to undoing the bandages. The sight was worse than I thought. The cuts looked disgusting. They had reopened some multiple times while others maybe once. They looked so much worse than they did before they got wrapped up. I picked up the bottle of cream, opened it and poured some onto my hand, before setting the bottle down and proceeding to clean my cuts. It stung but not nearly as much as it did to receive them. Once that was done, I took the roll of gauze and started rewrapping my stomach. I didn't want my shirt to pull on the cuts or possibly get an infection.

Just as I was finishing putting the gauze back on, the room went dead silent as the generator cut off. "Power must be back on. That's good." I glanced around before turning back to the kit, putting everything away and grabbing the trash. I walked over to the trash bin next to the dryer, and threw away the blood-stained gauze I had been using along with the rest of the trash. Just as the lid had shut, I heard the doorbell go off several times in a very annoying manner. "Who would come over this late at night?" Then I remember one very important detail. "Where the fuck are the autobots? They need to hide if they haven't already." As different scenarios played in my head. All of them ending badly. I quickly went back to grab my shirt, throwing it on and then heading up the stairs, making sure not to cause any more pain to my arm than it already had.

"I want you to distract my parents while I slip out and get these glasses to them, okay?" I heard Sam's voice as I got closer to the door. He's in the kitchen? Why would he…be…god dammit Sam. That's so not the best place for those things! How many times am I going to have to kick your ass for you to stop being so fucking stupid? I finally got to the top of the stairs and opened the door, walking out into the kitchen where none other than my brother and his crush stood before me.

"Jess?" Sam gave me a questioning look as he saw me. "What the hell were you doing in the basement? What's wrong with your arm?" Great. Get right on into Sam. Like we don't have more pressing matters at hand.

"It's not important. You got the glasses, right?" I asked as I tried to just brush off what had happened. Judging by how Sam looks and Mikaela walking freely among the house, it looks like I've missed a lot myself. Sam nodded while holding them up for me to see.

"Ron, there's guys all over the front yard." My mother's voice yelled from the other room. What the hell is going on?

"Your son filed a stolen car report last night. We think it's involved in a national security matter." A guy's voice came from the same direction as my mother's voice just had. I glared at Sam as his words registered in my head.

"You filed a fucking report? Are you crazy?" I whisper-yelled at him so that the people in the next room over couldn't hear. I was beyond pissed off. He's lucky I don't have any weapons to fucking shoot his dumbass.

"In my defense, I didn't know about him at the time! I thought I was going crazy!" He whisper-yelled right back. I rolled my eyes, showing my annoyance. Honestly for a spilt second I felt bad for Mikaela for being stuck in between Sam and I yelling at each other. He did have a point but come on. Everyone knows to be smarter than that. If it sounds, looks, or seems crazy or impossible than you fucking keep that shit to yourself!

"We'll talk about this later. Let's just go see what the fuck is going on, alright? And do me a huge favor and don't lose those fucking glasses." The threat in my statement was there but unspoken. He knew I was pissed enough as it was, and he should know well enough not to get more on my bad side. We walked into the living room area where a man was shining a flashlight into my mother's eyes while my dad watched. What the hell is going on here?

"What is this?" Sam asked as we came up to the scene, catching everyone's attention. Nice.

"How you doing, son? Is your name Sam?" Oh, I do not like where this is going. I pretended to look at my brother seeing as he was standing to my left, and took a quick glance outside. No sign of the Autobots besides a very much destroyed backyard…oh dad is going to be pissed if he hasn't seen it already. Maybe I missed more than I had thought; god dam.

"Yeah." He nervously responded. I looked back to the scene in front of me. Mom was looking at the man as he started talking to Sam, throwing a bat he had been holding to the man next to him. I'm just going to guess mom tried to beat someone with that. Thank god that person wasn't me…not yet at least.

"Well, I need you to come with us." The man continued as Sam confirmed who he was. Why the fuck do you need my brother? Why the fuck is everything going upside down in a matter of days? Wait, I know. The world must be ending. My parents are physically beating me, sentient beings from another planet that take the form of cars are on earth and want Sam, Sam got arrested for the first time ever in his life, some strange men are in my house also wanting Sam…fuck! What else could go wrong?

"Whoa, way out of line." Dad said as he moved to stand in front of Sam, blocking him from the man.

"Sir, I am asking politely. Back off." That's you asking nicely? Did you honestly just except to walk in here, grab Sam and leave? Without anyone, especially his parents, trying to stop you? God, you are such an idiot. Although, judging from the suit you're wearing, how you're talking to people and all that good stuff, I would say that you are some form of government person. Which in that case, all of this makes sense. You're just one of the dumb government people instead of a smart one, unfortunately.

"You're not taking my son. If anything, take her." Dad grabbed my good arm a bit roughly and threw me towards the man. Mojo had started barking from the sudden movement. "I'm sure she will be able to help you with whatever you need Sam for. That's our daughter." Yes, dad because that makes perfect sense. I won't let you have my son but take my daughter. She's all yours. The pain in my heart though, as what he had said sunk in…it was a huge stab.

"Really?" The man raised an eyebrow, looking behind me. His face showed surprise, but that didn't stop him from signaling to someone, I couldn't see, towards me. "Take her." A moment later a man came from around the corner, straight towards me. Sam and Mikaela were yelling something, to which I had tuned out. I didn't look back as the man approached me either. The pain I felt for just being handed over by my own father, adopted or not, hurt so much and they didn't even try to stop them. The new man reached out to grab the arm that had been injured earlier but I moved it away before he could touch it.

"Please don't." The room had quieted down as I started to speak. The man didn't try to reach out anymore. "I injured my arm earlier and I rather you not touch it. I'll come peacefully." I finished explained and earned a nod from the man as he gestured for me to walk towards the front door. Everything was silent as I walked, until I got to the front door.

"I still need your son to come with us as well." The first man spoke again.

"Not gonna happen." I could hear the anger in dad's voice.

"You gonna try to get rough with us?" The man had replied before I was out of earshot. As I walked with the second man to one of the many black SUVs parked out front, I looked around to try and find any trace of the autobots. There was nothing behind the house that I could tell; but looking behind me, I caught sight of a black GMC truck and a yellow and black Chevy Camaro rolling up very slowly, not drawing any attention to themselves. Ironhide, Bee. I'm sorry. I let out a sad sigh as I watched them. Ironhide lowly flashed his headlights and I knew right away that it was meant help was coming soon or at least I had hoped it did.

We finally reached the car and as the man moved to open the door for me, I took the moment to take another look at where I had seen the two bots. They were slowly backing away from the scene and I was left to hope that they would come. They still needed the glasses and I doubt that other man is going to leave without Sam no matter what happens or he wouldn't still be in there. I don't think. I looked back towards the SUV in front of me as the door had been fully opened.

"Go ahead and take a seat. If you would like, I can put your arm in a sling to help." The man offered me as he sadly looked at me. So, he was one of the nice ones? That's good at least. I nodded towards him.

"If you don't mind, that would be great. Thank you." I gave him a small smile as I moved to sit in the seat behind the driver's seat. The man moved to the back of the SUV, opening the back and grabbing something before closing it and coming back to stand next to me. He had a first aid kit with him. A big one at that too. "Ready for anything?" I asked nicely. He was being nice to me; I might as well be nice as well…for now at least.

"Yeah. You never know what could happen. It's always best to be prepared." He smiled at me and opened the box, pulling out roll of that first aid bandage thing and a cloth with a strap attached to it. He moved to hold them with one hand, closing the box with the other; he put the items down on top and moved to carefully grab my arm. "Do you know what kind of injury you have?"

"I think I just sprained it. I tripped over my own two feet and fell down the steps in the backyard. Didn't land in the best position. It's what I get for being clumsy." I gave a slight laugh and waved my good hand in a dismissive gesture, trying to pretend that it had been an accident of my own fault. He seemed to buy it.

"You gotta be more careful." He pressed carefully around my forearm. I let out a small cry of pain as he pressed in the mid part of it. "It seems like it's most likely just a sprain as you mentioned or a possible fracture; but not broken." I figured as much. He grabbed the bandage and started wrapping my forearm.

"If you hurt my dog, I'll kick your ass!" I heard a voice that I much rather not have. I looked out the front of the vehicle I was in and watched as my parents were cuffed and pulled to a vehicle in front of me, while Sam and Mikaela were being taken to the one I was in. At least it seemed that way. And then I spotted a man with Mojo on a leash being taken to another vehicle.

"Get me a sample on that vegetation ASAP!" The first man had yelled out after following my family out of the house. I had a feeling he was going to get on my nerves. I turned back to the man that had been helping me with my arm to see that he had just finished wrapping it in the bandage. He grabbed the sling off the box, carefully put my arm in the sling and put the strap over my head. The strap was loosened up completely, so he had to readjust it to fit me small size. He had just finished getting it adjusted as Sam and Mikaela were pushed into the same vehicle I was in. I looked over to them as they got in. Sam froze for a second when he saw me as he moved into the middle next to me.

"Are you ok?" He asked as he sat down. He was cuffed and couldn't do anything but sit back.

"Yeah I'm fine. I tripped when I went inside the house. Guy said it's just a sprain. No biggie." I smiled at him considering the situation we were in; even though he didn't seem to believe me, he choose to let it go. I am so going to hear about this later, I just know it. "Did you get the glasses to…?" I trailed off, hoping that he would catch on. He shook his head and I frowned at him. Great. The first guy that had been doing the talking inside the house got into the passenger side of the vehicle and turned to look at us…well specifically myself. His eyes looked over me and I felt violated.

"Agent Simmons. Nice to meet you. That was a little harsh of them." He introduced himself and I knew he was talking about what my father had done. Thanks for the reminder. I may not know you just yet, but I have a feeling I'm going to hate you very quickly. Do yourself a favor and just stop talking. Please. "Let's get out of here." He said to the driver as he turned back towards the front. The driver took off, following the other vehicles to some unknown place. I just hoped the Autobots would save us, if not for our sake, then for their own.


Another chapter has been completed! Sorry that it took a little longer than my others. It's been crazy with the holidays coming up, both at work and personally. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and that you've been enjoying the story so far. Sam is starting to suspect something is going on between his parents and sister, although he still hasn't connected the dots. Ironhide is showing his concern over Jessica, trying to uphold his promise to protect her the best he can. I'm looking forward to what is to come! Please review and follow for updates if you would like. I enjoy hearing from you. I know I'm being cruel to Jessica by putting her through all that she is going through but keep in mind that everything is happening for a reason. It will all play a part at one point or another later in the story.

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