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I never, in millions of years, would have thought that Optimus would actually agree. I was so surprised, I was not even sure if I should believe him or not. However, when he transformed back into his semi form, I realized that this was as real as real can get. Sure, it was my childhood dream to ride in a semi, but when I asked if I could, it was a real long shot, more like a joke than anything else. I knew that.

I, however, managed to convince myself that this was all real, and when I felt the smooth leather seat underneath me, I knew I was in heaven. My mind was astray, as I focused solely on the warm and smooth feeling. The remains of the searing pain seemed to evaporate from my body, and I relaxed, my body finally losing its previous tension.

I noticed that we were already moving, Optimus driving in front while the rest of the Autobots followed closely behind. I touched the wheel gently, running my fingertips over the leather.

"How do you even know where we live? You seem pretty confident in where you're leading everyone else," I noted, my curiosity getting the better of me. I heard a soft chuckle come from the radio.

"Ebay," he replied simply. As if that word was the answer to all of the world's problems. I smiled faintly, moving the strands of my loose hair behind my ear. It was silent for a long minute and I kept checking if others were still following us and how far away they were.

My mind drifted, and I began to daydream. I mean, who knew this family visit would turn out to be the most bizarre experience of my life. Everything I, or entire human race, knew was a lie. There was life outside our universe. Humans were so ambitious, desperately trying to prove that life out there does exist. And it does. It was just not big-eyed green aliens like we all thought they were. Try more like18 feet height, massive metal aliens. You could walk down a street and not know the difference while they were right beside you the whole time. I mean sure, you would think they were awesome cars if you were a car-junkie. But other than that, they could live right beside you, and no one would know the difference. I was in an alien robot right now, and no one would be able to tell a difference if they looked out of their window right now.

That thought made me pause. I finally realized how very awkward this was, not to mention all those times we rode inside of Bee.

"Is everything alright?" Optimus' voice called out and I jumped. My heart was hammering in my chest uncomfortably. "You suddenly became very anxious about something."

I stayed silent, not sure how to answer him. It was creepy enough that I was thinking about being inside of him.

"If, by any chance, you are worried about Barricade, don't be," the strong, yet gentle voice said. How did he even know about Barricade, didn't he just arrived less than an hour ago? "We would not let you, or anyone else dear to you get hurt."

"How do you even know about Barricade?" I questioned uncomfortably, my mind going through endless possibilities. Optimus' engine revved slightly and I looked at the dashboard in concern.

"Bumblebee has informed me that you had the misfortune of meeting him twice already," Optimus explained, his voice calm and collected as we sped down the streets of now peaceful neighbourhoods. "I would think that experience like that would leave anyone more than scared, considering how brutally he attacked you."

I sighed, my fingers tracing the circles on the wheel, "Three times. I have met him three times before." I mumbled, my voice just above a whisper.

"Pardon?"

I leaned back to rest against the soft leather, a small sigh escaping my lips as I wondered where to begin. "I was attacked today, and then there was an attack in the park last night. However, I first met Barricade last morning, I knew his name before I knew what he was."

Optimus seemed to think this over, his engine running smoothly as we continued our journey.

"How did you know his name, if he was not the one who told you?"

I knew that question was coming, and I dreaded it. I was unsure just how much I should tell him. But maybe, if I actually talked with someone who could understand, it would be easier to deal with all of this and I could learn more about what was happening.

"Well you see," I began uncertainly, "Yesterday I went to look for more information on Bee, because Sam and I both believed that he was stolen. I walked to the Police Station on foot and that's when I noticed a brand new Mustang parked next to the building. I had this urge to walk towards it – and I did. And I felt so much darkness and anger, and I, well, I touched the car and I suddenly knew his name. I don't know how or why. Barricade either heard me or was very surprised by it, because he sort of jerked. I freaked out and bolted. When I left the station that afternoon, Barricade stalked me and attacked me in the park. Then Bee appeared out of nowhere like Batman and whooped his ass. Yeah…" I finished lamely. Optimus was silent and I wondered if I had said something wrong or maybe broke his brain –err, I mean processors, or whatever Autobots used for a brain.

"Does this 'urge' occur only when you're around Barricade?"

I gaped, my eyes widening in the process. Was he really implying something like that? "No, it happens around the others of your kind as well, Autobots or Decepticons alike." I said snappily, my glare fixed outside the window. I knew snapping at Optimus was sort of childish of me, but Barricade attacked me for Christ sake, and he was trying to imply that Barricade was the cause of these strange impulses. Like hell.

"I apologize if I upset you," he said slowly, his voice rather distracted. "We have never come across such a thing, for a human to actually be able to, well, feel something like that is just not…natural."

I clenched my hands tightly, my body tense as I felt tears begin to build in my eyes, "So I am some sort of freak then. I'm the only one to whom this strange stuff keeps happening to."

"You are not a 'freak'," he contradicted softly, trying to comfort me in some way. I have to say his soothing voice did do miracles. "Different does not always mean bad. Simply because we have not come across such a thing, does not mean it cannot happen. Whatever this is, we will help you figure it out if we can. As soon as we can get the glasses and assure the safety of the AllSpark, Ratchet will look over you and see what he can find out."

I tried to relax a bit, Optimus' words putting me slightly at ease. Maybe now I did have someone I could actually talk to about this. I was afraid that Sam, or anyone else for that matter, would misunderstand. It did feel good to tell at least bits and pieces of the weird happenings lately.

"Thanks, Optimus," I murmured gently, a small smile gracing my lips.

"You don't have to thank me, we will help in any way we can," he said, determination and kindness ringing in his voice. I smiled once more, maybe Autobots were much nicer than I first thought. Bee and Optimus were a living example of that.

"No, thank you for listening. I was too afraid to tell anyone, well, anything really. Sure, Bee knows a little, but you're the first one to know that much. Yet, I'm glad I did talk to you."

A chuckle came from the radio.

"You're welcome Anna."

With that, we both fell into a comfortable silence.


(Later)

We made it home much quicker than I thought we would, mainly because Optimus was speeding and everyone was keeping up with him. Surprisingly, even when he went faster, he still kept within speed limits. Weird.

I climbed out of the cab and shut the door quietly, patting Optimus side, "Thanks for the ride, big 'Bot, and don't worry we'll get those glasses." A soft whirring came from Optimus and I walked towards Sam quickly.

Sam gave me a look as we ran up the back lawn. "So, had fun?" Sam asked, curiosity burning in his tone.

I gave him a sidelong glance, a tiny smile spreading on my face. "We'll talk later, alright?" He nodded slowly in return. Given that he was just freaking out a minute ago, he was doing well now. It seemed that he too had started adjusting to the idea of the Autobots. Or aliens in general.

When we looked up Uncle Ron was at the back door watching us. "Thanks for staying on my path, kids," he said sarcastically, on his way outside.

I ran up the steps and pretended to trip against the door, my body falling lax against it.

"Oh, yeah. No, no, Dad. Hey!" Sam was wrestling to keep the door closed too, while acting like he was helping me up.

I looked up at Ron when I leaned against the door, still faking being slightly hurt. "The—Oh, the path. We're sorry Uncle. We totally forgot about the path."

Sam gestured to the path, "I'm gonna sweep the whole thing right now. How about that?"

Uncle leaned against the inside of the doorframe, "You know, I buy half your car and then bail you out of jail and then I just decide to do your chores."

My eyes widened.

Sam, you dolt! How can you forget the chores?

"And you know what, Anna? Your parents called. Apparently, you were supposed to call them every day, and you haven't. They were ready to scold and cut your stay with us short, but I said you were fine and out with Sam," Uncle said, looking directly at me. Shoot. How could I forget to call Mum and Dad? I'm such a bad child. But then again with Autobots and Decepticons and the whole deal, it's sort of hard to think about anything else but them.

"That's 'cause you are such an fantastic chap, Uncle," I replied smoothly, smiling 'innocently'.

"I'm gonna scrape the grill and take out the trash cans," Sam said trying to convince Uncle to leave us alone outside. Bee suddenly appeared around the corner, causing me to freak out in my head. Then to add to the effect, I noticed Optimus transforming in the street, standing up to his full height.

Bee stood while shifting awkwardly and got very close to Uncle's line of eyesight:

UNCLE IS GOING TO SEE HIM, OH MY GOD! GET BACK, BEE, GET BACK! AHH!

Sam got in front of me to hide me from Uncle's eyesight, while I quickly tried to shush Bee, showing a signal for Optimus to retreat.

"I love you, Dad. I just love you so much right now," Sam proclaimed, overdoing it while trying to distract Uncle from watching me.

"Bee," I whispered roughly. He looked at me to see me putting my finger over my lips trying to get him to get the others to be quiet. He nodded his head to show his understanding and I looked back at Ron smiling.

"Mom wanted me to ground you, and your mother Anna wanted me to forbid you from going out as well," Uncle said. I could tell he was playing with us, but what choice did we have besides following along?

"That's just one more thing you did for us, it just makes you such a great guy," I praised while grinning and giving him a thumbs-up.

"I love you. Sleep well, handsome man," Sam shouted as Uncle walked away into the house. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. That was ridiculous but at least Uncle didn't see the 'Bots.

The ground vibrated slightly and Sam freaked out when Optimus started walking all over the lawn.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Sam hissed, moving his hands around. I quickly ran after him.

"No, no, watch the path! Watch the path! Watch the – Please, please," Sam spluttered while circling the fountain in the middle of the yard, unknowingly guiding Optimus because he was keeping me in his sight, probably watching how I was reacting to their real forms. And where was I? Behind Sam.

"No, no, wait. No, no!"

Optimus' foot raised and lowered on Uncle's fountain, crushing it into nothing but pieces of rubble. Sam held his face in his hands.

"The fountain is dead. May it rest in peace," I whispered sympathetically, shaking my head sadly.

"Oops, sorry. My bad." I let out a soft snort at that. Optimus was learning street talk, the amazing wonders of the Internet.

Sam's hands rested on his hips as he stared at the fountain. "Oh, I—" His hands flew into a cross against his chest. "You couldn't… You couldn't wait for five… You couldn't wait for five minutes?"

Sam was getting restless, his body constantly moving, "I told you to just stay! Just stay! God!"

I reached for Sam, "Calm down, Sammy, we have more important things to worry about," I murmured to him, dragging him towards the house. I turned to Mikaela, who looked lost, standing between the robots.

"Take care of them!" I gestured to the 'Bots who were now all visible in their robot forms.

She looked at me like I was crazy, "What exactly am I supposed to do?"

"Use your imagination, I don't know. Just make sure no one sees them," I told her, walking up the steps, still dragging Sam beside me.

I was making my way towards the door when Mojo ran out and began barking at Ironhide. Then he did the darnest thing. He lifted his leg and pissed on Ironhide's metal foot. Literally.

"Mojo! Off the robot!" Next thing I knew, Mojo's was airborne. Ironhide was shaking his foot, looking at Mojo with a scary look in his optics.

I ran towards them and grabbed Mojo, "No, no, no, wait! Ironbutt-" I earned snorts of laughter from almost every Autobot except Optimus, who looked amused but was trying to hide it. Ironhide looked pissed off. No pun intended.

I cradled Mojo against my chest, Sam and Mikaela running up behind me and stopping a few feet away. "Ironhide this is Mojo. He's a pet!"

Ironhide's cannons un-holstered and started whirring and warming up. "Ironhide, he's a pet that's all!" Mojo was squirming to get away, apparently he sensed the danger he was in. "Just put the guns away."

The other gun on Ironhide's wrist started whirring too, pointing at Mojo and I. "Hmf... You have a rodent infestation. Shall I terminate?"

I blinked dumbly. "Er.. No! He isn't a rodent. He's a Chihuahua. This is our Chihuahua!" I said hurriedly, thinking of something that would calm him down.

Ironhide was glaring down at me from between his cannons. "He's leaked lubricants all over my foot, hmf."

"He peed on you? Bad Mojo." I shook Mojo towards Ironhide's foot, gaining many amused looks from all around. "Bad Mojo! No peeing on giant robots that can easily squish you."

"Bad Mojo." Ironhide repeated, slowly putting away his cannons. I smirked in amusement. A giant alien robot telling off a Chihuahua… funny image.

"Sorry Ironhide, he just has male dominance issues! That's all. Wait here a minute!" I said loudly, shaking my head a little.

I released Mojo, before running to garage and getting the same cloth I had cleaned Bee's engine with before. I ran back to Ironhide and quickly wiped his foot off.

"There, much better." I said with a smile and Ironhide nodded at me.

"Thanks, Anna. That would have rusted," he grumbled before moving away from me. I quickly walked towards Sam and Mikaela.

"I'll stay here and try to control them," I told Sam hurriedly, shoving him towards the house. "You go and find those god forsaken glasses." Sam gave me quick nod and ran into the house, leaving Mikaela and I behind in the garden. I quickly turned towards the 'Bots, looking at all of them.

"Alright, you all listen," I hissed at them. "You have to keep low profile. If Sam's parents see you they will throw a fit, do you understand? They will not take kindly to a bunch of huge robots destroying their garden. So, stay quiet and keep out of the sight. Please."

Jazz chuckled looking down at me, "Wow, lil' lady. You got a temper. I like you more this way."

I rolled my eyes, not impressed. Optimus tried to kneel down without knocking over or destroying anything else so at least he made a valiant effort. He still managed to make a huge hole in the ground though.

"Time is short," he said in hushed tone, looking down at me. "Maybe, you should help Sam so we can get the glasses quicker."

I nodded as he stretched out his hand for both Mikaela and I to climb onto. I pulled myself up, and froze in surprise. His hand was warm. I always thought that metal would be ice cold. You know, the logic behind it was clear. However, Optimus was very warm. I felt a warm impulse pass down my body and I shivered.

"Is everything alright?"

I looked up at Optimus and rubbed my temples. "It was the 'impulse' again." Optimus nodded in understanding, and Mikaela glanced at me in confusion. I just shook my head, trying to ignore her questioning look. Optimus carefully balanced us, lifting us to the second floor, where Sam's window was open. Sam was inside, looking desperately around the room. His jaw dropped when he noticed Mikaela and I at the window and he ran to help us in. "They really want those glasses," Mikaela said out of breath, jumping into the room with me right beside her.

I turned to Optimus who was peering through the open window.

"We need some time, you have to trust us, we will find the glasses, but we need time. You have to blend in and be patient. We can't search under your scrutinizing gazes. Sam's getting all jumpy. We need like, ten minutes, alright?" Optimus nodded his head or helmet, whatever you want to call it.

"Please hurry."

I nodded reassuringly at him before finally turning around. "I'll search my room, just in case."

I did not wait for an answer and ran out of the room. Quickly, I began looking around it, tearing my room apart, when I noticed Jazz looking inside, fascination clear in his optics.

"Jazz!"

He jumped in surprise, a guilty look shining in his optics. I quickly ran to the window, leaning my body halfway out, looking for Optimus who was not far behind. "Optimus! I told you to blend in, not stare at our house windows like some perverts!" Optimus nodded once more, and I spun back into my room searching again.

Five minutes later I heard a slow humming noise and gazed through the window, only to see all the 'Bots in their car modes. In the middle of our yard. "That is NOT hiding, you bloody machines!"

I could hear Sam babbling loudly, he did that when he was under a lot of stress.

I facepalmed, rubbing my face for a moment. "I'm going to lose my mind, I swear. Can you guys please listen to us?" They transformed back, and Optimus turned to look at his men – err, robots.

"Autobots, fall back." With that said he turned swiftly and followed Bee.

Ironhide and Ratchet, who were not being so quiet, kept arguing back and forth. "What's the matter with you?" Ratchet demanded.

Ratchet pushed Ironhide, "Can't you be quiet? He wants us to be quiet."

I was still looking out the window at Ratchet who watching me, until he turned around.

"Ratchet, watch ou—" I called out, but too little too late.

A loud crash echoed as Ratchet hit the main lines; sparks flew, his sirens wailed and Ratchet twirled around before landing on his back. In the neighbour's yard too. He sat up on his elbows, "Wow! That was tingly!" He sounded energized, before letting out… a moan? Eww.. "You got to try that!"

Ironhide was standing over him, "Yeah, that looks fun." He flicked the cables and next thing I knew. The power was out.

I went back to Sam's room and stared at Sam and Mikaela. Both still wore surprised faces as they looked around in confusion. "I just saw a robot get... high."

Sam didn't get it. But apparently Mikaela did because she started laughing quietly.

"I didn't know robots could get high too."

Sam just looked at us, "Did you find them?"

I shook my head.

"I haven't checked my bathroom yet, I'll look over it," Sam nodded his head, and I quickly slipped back into my room.

"Sam? Anna?" I hear Aunt Judy call from outside of my bedroom door. I froze, quickly jumping towards the door.

"Anna, are you in there?" Uncle Ron called as he knocked on my door. I open it and they sighed in relief.

"Oh, thank god you're not hurt," Judy gushed worriedly and hugged me tightly. I raised an eyebrow questioningly at Uncle and he shrugged, looking at Sam's door. Oh, no.

"Where's Sam?" Ron asked, looking back at me. Before I could answer Aunt Judy turned to stare at Sam's door.

"What is that light coming from Sam's room? That is so weird," she said as Uncle and she started to walk towards his door. Oh, crap!

"Sam," Uncle called out, knocking on his door. "How come the doors locked?" Shit, Sam, why did you have to lock the door all of a sudden?

"You know, umm, I think Sam wasn't feeling well! Yeah, Sam wasn't feeling well," I tried to distract them, but I could not get in front of them and they kept ignoring me. Damn it, Sam what's with the giant light? My only guess was the Autobots, because the light was way too bright to be anything humanly possible. Damnit, Autobots don't know anything about patience or blending in, do they? Talk about rotten luck.

"You know the rules. There are no locked doors in my house!" Uncle voiced, getting angrier with each passing second.

"You know he'll start counting!" Judy warned, and I began to panic.

"Hey, Aunt, Uncle!" I said, trying to get their attention again. They ignored me. Again.

"Five, four," Uncle started to count. What on earth was Sam doing in there? Did he have a death wish or something? Uncle was set on the whole 'no-doors-locked-in-my-house' rule ever since I was a baby. And if Uncle does open that door, he and Aunt will see the Autobots outside. I had to distract them somehow. Give Sam and 'Bots some time.

"Just open the door. He's counting!" Aunt called out exasperated, a determined look in her eyes.

"I'M PREGNANT!" I shouted. Of all the random things I could have said. I mentally slapped myself for being so very stupid. Ron and Judy both stared at me slack jawed. "Just kidding?" I added weakly.

Sam's door suddenly opened, saving me from their questioning.

"What's up? What's with the bat?" he asks as if this is all perfectly normal. I glanced over his shoulder, the light was gone and apparently the Autobots too. What a relief. For now.

"Who were you talking to?" Uncle demanded, looking at Sam accusingly.

"I'm talking to you," Sam said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I had a hard time trying to control my grin.

"Why are you all sweaty and dirty?" Judy asked, looking Sam over and then me. "You too, Anna."

"We're teenagers, Mom," Sam said as we both shared a quick look, and I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, we were playing some sports together earlier," I explained, trying to think up a good cover story. I just hoped it worked, and they would stop asking us all these questions.

"We heard noises and we thought—" Aunt started only to be interrupted.

"It doesn't matter what we thought. What was that light?" Ron asked shoving past Sam into his room. Judy and I followed him inside and I looked around, hoping nothing was out of place. Thankfully, I couldn't see Mikaela either, which meant that she hid well. I almost forgot that she was up here as well. I wonder where Sam hid her?

"What light? You got two flashlights in your hands!" Sam pointed out, quickly getting more frustrated.

"It came from under the door," Uncle said confused.

"You can't just barge in right into my room! You gotta knock, you gotta communicate. What did you shove right into Anna's room, too?" Sam demanded, his voice slightly higher pitched than usual. He was desperate to get them out of this room.

"Anna answered her door for goodness sakes and we did knock," Aunt Judy said. "Why are you being so defensive? Were you… masturbating?"

Sam, Uncle, and I stare at her in shock. I think this time it was my brain that broke, I was very sure of it! Oh, my God. My ears, they are bleeding!

"Judy, that's not something you should bring up," Uncle said upset and shocked. I was not sure which emotion was more dominant.

"Why would you even say that? That's a father and son thing!" Sam said as him and Uncle pointed between each other. "Look at poor, Anna! She doesn't wanna hear this! You left her mentally damaged for the rest of her life! That's not why she came for a visit." I just stood there, my mind blank, before I realized how sorry I felt for Mikaela who was probably hearing this right now.

"We don't have to call it that word. We could call it 'Sam's Happy Time' or 'My Special Alone Time'," Judy just kept on going. I choked, taking a small step back.

"Judy, stop!" Uncle half-yelled.

"Please, stop!" Sam and I shouted at the same time. I shook my head totally disturbed. Very bad mental images, go away!

"I'm sorry! It's just been a weird night," Judy explained, giving us both a sheepish look. If her night was weird, our weird does not even begin to cover it. We just found out that aliens exist. Yup, totally normal day.

"Well, we saw a light," Uncle said as he went into Sam's bathroom. "I don't know where it was, but we saw it."

"Woah!" I shrieked as suddenly the house shook again. What the heck were the Autobots doing out there?

"Aftershock! Aftershock!" Uncle shouted out. He is such a baby. The lights suddenly blinked back on.

"Hey, the lights are back on," Judy noted surprised. Ron came out of the bathroom and I held my breath as he looked outside, his flashlight moving all around the yard, "Your room is a mess, Sam."

"Aunt, his room is always a mess," I said blandly while rolling my eyes. I peeked towards Uncle again as he groaned in annoyance.

"Ah, no, Judy, the yard is completely destroyed!" Ron complained, looking thoroughly upset, "Completely gone."

"The whole yard? You're kidding," Judy exclaimed loudly.

"Wow, that must have been some earthquake," I said as I looked at Sam, giving him a pointed look.

"Yeah, who knew they could do that much damage," Sam said with a serious nod. Ron moved away from the window and came back into the room.

"So who were you talking to, Sam?" Judy asked, once more looking around the room, almost as if expecting a person to just appear out of nowhere.

"I was talking to Anna," Sam quickly said.

He did not just say that. Sam you are so stupid! Dumbass. You ruined the cover.

"No, Anna was right behind us," Judy countered, glancing at Sam doubtfully. See Sam? Stupid. "Now who were you talking to?" she asked again suspiciously.

"Hi, I'm Mikaela," Mikaela said as she stood up from where she was hiding. Ron and Judy stared at her in shock. "I'm a friend of Anna and Sam."

Aunt laughed as she elbowed Sam, "Gosh, you are gorgeous!"

"Thank you," Mikaela smiled sheepishly. Uncle fist bumped Sam and shook my head, rubbing my forehead. Men and their pride. Gosh.

"Sorry, you had to hear our little family discussion," Judy said embarrassed. It must have been quite awkward for Mikaela. Poor thing.

"It wasn't a discussion, it was a torture session. I'm scarred for life," I muttered, peeved off. Mikaela smiled at me while she tried to hold back her laughter.

"Do you know where my backpack is, Mom?" Sam asked, trying to take attention away from our previous, ahem, discussion. A disturbing one at that.

"Oh, it's in the kitchen," Judy replied with a small smile while Ron left the room.

"Thanks, Aunt."

I smiled at her. Sam, Mikaela, and I rushed down the stairs to the kitchen. Sam grabbed the glasses out of his backpack and I sighed in relief.

"Your Mom is so nice," Mikaela said happily and gave Sam a smile. I smiled too, nodding my head in agreement. I looked up at both of them.

"Now we only have to find a bunch of alien robots and give them their glasses, shouldn't be hard, right?"

Sam and Mikaela just stared at me.

Then the doorbell rang.


AN: Hello, lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the quicker update than usual! This chapter was a little slow, but it will get little faster phased next chapter. As per usual thank you very much for your kind reviews, I love them all! You guys are the best, okay? I think the fact that this story only needs 45 more reviews to reach 700 mark just proves it.

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REWRITTEN: Rewritten on Sunday, 3th of March, 2013.