Hey, I just realized after I uploaded old wounds, that the rating is way off. It should be M and I'll have it fixed. I also realized I could cram more into my chapters so they are not so short.

I don't own Transformers.

"What is with that kid?" Arcee looks over to see Caleb climb over the railing. "He just lost his dad! His mom died a few years ago in that Big Rig accident. And on top of all this, there are giant alien robots out to get us." Jack says. "To be honest, they'll go for him first." Bulkhead grumbles. Raf pushes his glasses up, "Why would they go for Caleb first?" Beep beep click veer. "He was protecting us." Blip whir click beep. "Well you have a point." "Bee, Bulk, let's get back to base." They transform and drive off. "What now Jack?" "Let's go home." With that, they walked to their houses.

When I got back over the railing, I started picking up all the tools off the highway. As I finish putting the tools in a pile, I remember that my gauntlets are in the glove box. I put them in my pocket and I sit and wait on the police. "I know cops are slow, but good grief." I finally hear the sound of sirens and a moment later the cop car screeches to a halt. "What took so long?" "Our systems are down. No calls can be made to the police station for another seven hours. What happened here?" "Some jackass swerved into our lane and when my dad hit the brakes, we barely hit the back end of their car and it caused our truck to flip and roll a few times." "What color was this car?" "I don't know, it all happened so fast. I can say this though, he has a big ass dent in his rear end." The cop grabs his radio, "Keep an eye on all auto body shops from here to the next town over. The suspect has a big dent in the rear of their car and they might get it repaired within the next thirty two hours. Also, dispatch an ambulance to my location. We have an unconscious civilian." The cop puts his radio away and walks over to my dad. "Don't bother, his neck is snapped." I say without looking over to the cop. "Scratch that ambulance. I need a clean up crew instead." The cop walks over to me. "Son, can I take you home while the forensics come to pick up your father?" "Sure." I grab the tools and throw them in the back and I sit up front and the cop heads down the highway. "So, uh, what's your name?" "Caleb Stone." "Get outta here, your saying you're Victor's boy?" "Yes, sir." "I'll be damned. He was a good man. I'm sorry about, well, you know." "Thank you." "He always stood up for me in high school, then after college, he disappeared for awhile. Then he popped back here out of nowhere and he got married." The officer chuckles, "To be honest, I thought old age would kill your old man." It got quiet enough you could here a pin drop if the car wasn't moving. "My house is up here on the right." "Got it." He pulls into my driveway and stops. "Do you wanna blare the sirens?" "No thank you officer Darden. Could you help get the tools into the shed?" "Sure thing." We get out and start unloading the tools into the shed. "Why did you grab the tools and not your house key or your dad's wallet?" "Because the police will return that stuff for me. And I have my own key. The thing is, you can't put a price on your father's tools. I wanted to get all of them before someone could steal something." "Oh, okay. Anything else before I go?" "No thank you." With that, officer Darden left and I walked into my house. When I shut the door, I waited to hear the car pull out and leave. That's when I slumped to the floor crying. After a few hours, I heard a knock at the door. I crack the door a little, "What?" "Hello, my name is Mark Julopo and I'm with the Jasper Daily. May I ask a few questions about what happened on the highway?" "Get off my property." I slam the door and go to the couch. Knock knock. I get up and open the door and I see the reporter. "Sir, I will only take a few minutes." "Leave." He just stands there. 1. He pulls out a notepad and pen. 2. "Who caused the accident?" 3. "Okay, how do you feel about losing your father?" He looks up as I rear back and slam my fist dead as hard as I can into his nose. He staggers back into his car and slumps on to the hood. I grab the house phone and call Nancy's cell phone. Nancy is police chief and she was good friends to my mom. After a few rings, "Hello? I'm busy!" "I know Nancy, it's just that I have an unconscious trespasser on my property." "Caleb, you should have said it was you! Who is he?" "Mark Julopo of Jasper Daily. I told him to get off my property and leave. He did neither of those things, so I broke his nose and knocked him out." "I know your dad keeps a loaded ten gauge behind the door, why didn't you shoot him?" "Too messy. Just come get him before the buzzards do." "Will do. And Caleb," "Mam?" "Be safe." I grin. "Yes mam." I hung up and walked back to the couch. I turned on the TV, and changed it to the news. "… That was Caleb on the phone. Now, send an ambulance to his house because he knocked out the reporter that wouldn't leave his property. Furthermore, no more reporters will go to his house to question him. If he does not want to be bothered, then don't bother him. I gave him permission to shoot trespassers, so, you better just leave him alone. Now any questions?" Everybody's hand go up. (And they stay there) "Questions that don't involve Caleb!" Everybody's hands go down. "This conference is over." With that, I turned off the TV. Someone knocked on the door, I grab the remote. When I get to the door, I turn the TV back on. They knock again. This will be messy. I grab the shotgun and take the hinges off. I kick the door down and I come up with the shotgun. "Whoa!" I see two paramedics loading the guy into the back, then I look down at the one who was at the door. "Don't shoot!" I put the shotgun back on safety and I help the man up. "Hurry and get off the property." I turn to go back inside, but I chose to have some fun. I put the shotgun off safety and shot in the air. "That was your warning shot." I go back inside and fix my door. I hear them drive off, I lock the door and I go to my room to sleep.

Meanwhile, at the Autobot base. "Prime! What the hell happened out there?! I got a four car pile up, bridge damage, and a casualty. Explain your self." "Agent Fowler, the death of a human is disheartening. Arcee and Bumblebee were protecting human children from Decepticons. I am sorry about the damages, but what's done is done." "Okay, Prime, how do tell my superiors that a Bot killed a human and left one an orphan?" "Agent Fowler, Arcee tells me that the orphan protected the other humans by smashing the Decepticons' faceplate. Albeit, I regret a human died in the accident, but the boy sounds like someone you could use for… Military purposes." "Prime, a kid that has no parents, is almost done with school, and without a job. You want me to recruit him for the military? I don't know what he's like." "He also knows of our existence. It would be best if you convinced him to work in your division. To protect him. The decepticons know of the humans, they might try to hurt them." "I'll think about it Prime." "Thank you." With that, Fowler left the base. "Arcee, tomorrow you and Bumblebee will bring the humans here." "Why?" "Because the decepticons could find them and harm them. It is safer for them here." "Fine."

On the Nemesis. "Soundwave, are you trying to sneak up on me?! Hm, what's this? That signal is coming from deep space. You, set the space bridge coordinates. It seems our Master is too return." In Earth's orbit a space bridge opens and a jet flies through and transforms into Megatron. "I have returned."

The next day. "Hey, Jack, I'll be outside when schools over." I put my phone up and sit on the curb. After a few hours, I notice a blue motorcycle pull in and the rider disappear. I stand up and walk over and sit by the blue motorcycle. "What are you doing here?" "Our orders are to bring you and the others back to base." "Why should I go with you?" "Because we're here to protect human life." "Fine. You know you can't open old wounds and expect them to heal normally." The final bell rings. "Hop on, I'll take you back to base." "Can I drive?" "No." "Alright, then your not taking me anywhere." I stand up and start walking towards Raf. "I'm beginning to not like that kid. And here comes the other one." Jack looks at Arcee and walks around the school. Arcee follows him, and Miko follows them. "Hey, Raf. I'm riding with you. Just saying, I'm driving." Blip beep whir. "He says you drive if you have a good reason too." "Okay, I need to go to my house and get some things before it gets auctioned off." Beep bop. "Why is your house being auctioned?" "Well, with my dad dead , there is no one to pay the house note." The door opens and I get in. "Hey, Bot, I don't want you remembering where my house is, so when we get there, you were never there. Got it?" Beep. "He understands." I put him in drive and I take off down main street.

Jack cuts into an alley and Arcee gets in front of him and transforms. "Relax, I just want to talk to you." "Don't you mean you be your friend want to talk to me?" The hologram dispels. "Whoa." "Look, Jack, is it? You have been summoned by Optimus Prime because he has concerns for your safety and also because you are one of the few who know we exist." "Dude, go with." "Scrap."

I pull up to my house and I get out. "Raf, get out. I need Bumblebee here to help." Raf gets out and Bee transforms into his bot mode. Beep. "What do you need help with?" "I need him to get something and move it. Hold on, let me knock a hole in the wall." I go inside and head to the safe. I take a sharpie and go outline the safe. "Hey Raf!" "Yeah?" "Bring me the chainsaw out of the shed." "Okay." After a few minutes, Raf brings it to me. "Thanks, now look for the photo albums under the TV." I crank up the chainsaw and get to work. After about ten minutes, I set the chainsaw down and kick the wall out. "Hey Bee, come take this out." I turn around and start looking for all the weapons and ammo in the house. I take everything outside and put it on the workbench. Beep whir. "He wants to know what to do with the safe." "Simple, call some muscle and take all this," I gesture to all the weapons and boxes, "To the base." Bumblebee put his hand to his head and beeped a few times. I decide to grab a few medical books and my welding machine and I go to my room to grab my bow and my gauntlets. When I step outside I see the big green bot come through a portal. "You asked for some muscle?" "Yeah. I need your vehicle mode." "Uh, alright." I open the doors an start loading guns, boxes, ammo, powders, and chemicals into the big guy. "Your good to go. Bee, get the safe through the portal." I go back in my house, I take a look around, and I start breaking things. When I'm done, I head outside to the portal and step through.

A few minutes later, Arcee rolled in with Jack and Miko. "Your late." Jack goes to say something. "Don't, just unload the green vehicle." After an hour, we got all my guns laid out and accounted for. A white and red bot walks in. "What the! What is the meaning of this?! I thought there were only two humans!" "Haven't you heard Ratchet? Humans multiply." Arcee stated and walked to the far end of the room. I look up to Ratchet. "Well, I'm technically homeless. So I'm moving in here will all my weapons." Miko picks up one of the pistols and looks at it and aims it all over the place. "Can I keep this?" She looks at me with a good grin. "No. Now put it down, before I take it from you." Miko pouted but otherwise put the pistol down. Then a giant red and blue mech walks in. "Hello, I am Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobot's." "Good, I need to talk to you." "About what?" "I take it you are helped by the military. Out of curiosity, do you have a second in command?" Prime doesn't flinch. He looks at me, then around the room. "Autobots, take your humans and go for a drive. I will talk with this one."

This chapter was indeed longer, it will go on into chapter three. Okay, here is a thought, should I kill off Miko?

(Audience) "GASP!"

I think this chapter is a little long. But it's been a few years since I was here. I'm rusty. Just trying to find my mojo.