I have a stalker...YAY!
I feel all fuzzy and warm.

-Hugs Xobit, my stalker- I dedicate this to Xobit ;p

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Ta-da

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"I don't know how it showed up there, it was just there in the morning when I showed up. No driver, no note, nothing. The keys are in the ignition for crissake," Lucas exclaimed loudly.

Hailey cradled her bowl of popcorn in her lap. "Come on, there's got to be SOME reason they put it there. Is it broken?" she joked at him.

Lucas shook his head over the phone; he had called the police earlier. "It looks brand new, no licence either; I called and asked if any cars have been stolen," he paused to turn onto the receiver, "hello, this is Lucas Faulkner..."

Hailey ignored the TV to watch her brother over the back of the couch, steadily eating popcorn.

"Well?" she asked after he put the phone down.

"Nothing. The guy said hold onto it till somebody files a report for it," he ran his fingers through his brown hair, making it look shaggy and mussed, "I don't care. I have a feeling that car isn't going anywhere soon."

A goofy grin stretched across her face. "Then can I have it?"

"Get real."

"Come on Lu-kass, I want a car. Give the car to your sister, Lucas. Give car to sister," she used bugging techniques known by all younger siblings, "I need a car. I need a car. I neeeed a carrrrrr..." she finished, whining like a little kid.

"You do not needa car."

"I want a carrrrr..."

"No. If anybody should get a car," he continued, "it should be me. I mean look at it."

Hailey jumped all over him before he even knew what happened, "WHAT! What do you mean you should have the car? You have a BIKE! I can't keep taking bus to get anywhere! Walking takes forever! You can not have the car, I will die without a car," she clung to him melodramatically.

"You look pretty lively to me."

He shrugged underneath her fists and ignored Hailey as she stormed out of the livingroom up to her room, where she slammed the door loudly.

Halle Barry had just dived backwards in a bikini into the ocean hundreds of feet below to avoid capture when the phone rang. He paused the movie to answer it, thinking it may be the police.

"Hello?"

Hailey listened intently with a potable phone hugged to her chest to the short but heated argument taking place in the living room.

She waited and wiggled her feet in a happy little rhythm. 'Thank you Daddy' she thought as she scrunched her face up till her eyes were just little happy cat slits. It was a low blow, but without the bike to get around in, she wasn't going to let that car slip through her fingers.

Lucas popped his head into her room after a while, looking harried. "That...was cheating," he announced, looked balefully down at his little sister. It did not escape his notice that she had the portable phone on her still, he had expected it.

"Ahhh Lucas," she sighed in a mournful tone of pity, "all is fair in love and war...Dad loves me, and I love that car," she sat up to be able to look him in the eyes. "Feels so good to be the favorite. He didn't like you hogging the bike to yourself You know. Daddy wanted to ride it too," she grinned in amusement at inner imaginings. It would have been fun to see, their grey-flecked father decked out all in biker gear pulling wheelies up and down the street. He would do it too, just to prove that he could.

Lucas looked away and mumbled the details of who had payed for most of the bike.

"And now...karma has come to bite you in the ass," she struck with final insult, "And now, if you'll excuse me," she waved him away, "I have homework to do, away with you."

Hailey fell back on her bed once more after he closed the door, regardless of homework. She played with the phone over and over in her hands while staring at the ceiling, thinking about cars that dropped from the sky.

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Lucas came out of the garage at work to find his sister crouched beside his CBR cooing to it.

"I'm going to miss you. Lucas says I can't ride you anymore and I have my own car now," she apologized and stroked the handlebars in goodbye.

The theatrics did nothing for Lucas; the sooner she stopped obsessing about his bike, the better. He was tired of forgetting where he put his keys and finishing the day's work to find a bare spot where his bike was supposed to be.

Yes, having his own bike again would definitely be nice, he fantasied.

Strengthening his voice to reach her he called for her to get off, "Do you want this thing or not?" he demanded, while dangling the key they had found in the ignition. They had found the red Toyota Camry with included key parked in the driveway of the garage, it was now parked on the opposite side of the garage outer wall as the CBR. The guy who moved it commented on the smooth ride it had and made an offer for it.

Hailey held out her hand expectantly, but he didn't toss the key through the air. Too late, she realized he wanted to talk to her, while he still held her attention. Damn him.

Lucas stopped a foot away from her so that he could look down into her face. "I don't want this thing mucked up," he started slowly, "crashed, scratched, lost, stolen, driven into a ditch, used as a getaway car, or used as a weapon of mass destruction in the city," he read her the riot act in total seriousness. His eyes were keen as they looked into hers, looking for signs of wandering attention, "you will not use this to burn up all dad's money on gas by driving across the country, you are not allowed to stay out past ten o'clock. If you do, I am calling dad. If you crash it...god save you."

The staring match went on until Hailey realized he had finished. "Oooo-kay. Can I have it now?" Not that it wasn't a nice deed to let Lucas exercise his imaginary power over her, but there were better things to do with her time, like driving a smoking hot car for instance.

He tossed her the keys and headed back inside, trying to ignore the creepers snaking up his back, the unsettling cold feeling that something bad was behind him, Hailey in a four-wheel vehicle. He pointedly ignored the smirks and grins the guys turned to hide as they watched their boss's little sister completely own him. Again.

Hailey moon bounced her way across the suspiciously quiet garage testing. "Mine, my car, my own car, my–" she tested out the concept out loud.

Rounding the corner of the garage she peeked over the side of the building, pinched herself, then peeked again. It was so beautifully shiny (oh the shiny-ness), Lucas did not joke when he said it looked brand new. It was red, her favorite colour since Lucas brought the CBR home 'All the best things in life come in red' she trilled. 'I'm in luv, and it's all, all, mine'

"Breathe girl, breathe" she scolded herself, it wouldn't do to waste away the day like this stealing glances at her car.

But it was so hard. She had a car, her very own car and it made her heart beat against the top of her ribs. For ever and ever and ever; it even had licence plates on already; Lucas kept a couple spares locked away and screwed on a pair.

He really was a nice brother, she must remember to be nicer to him someday.

She knew the first place she would go, she thought as she went around the corner and confronted the car; giving him his first real look at her as she took a good look at him. Hailey wasn't the only one with elevated heart functions, Sunstreaker felt like his spark casing was about to pop from the pressure as it surged with excitement.

This was going to be an awesome mission!

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This was not what he had expected.

This wasn't what she had been expecting either.

Hailey currently reclined on Sunstreaker's hood staring up at the blue sky... in the middle, of a park. Hailey sat sullenly while Sunstraker went quietly bored out of his processors.

Where was all the excitement he wondered, where was all the culture, where was all the fun?! He had expected fun!

At camp.

At school.

On vacation.

Hailey lay on top of Sunstreaker and inside raged about the unfairness of the world, she had a brand new car to show off to all her friends and nobody had any spare time to burn with her. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, the temperature in the high nineties with stray puffy little clouds blowing across the sky.

Maybe she could take it to the mall, the more she thought about it, the less boring the idea sounded. Maybe catch a movie? It had been a while since she had gone shopping; shopping wasn't really her thing to do when all by herself, it was nicer to hang out with friends in a mall. Hitting the food court, looking at clothes they wish they could afford, try on every hat in sight and laugh at each other.

'What now?' thought Sunstreaker as Hailey bonelessly rolled off his hood and got in the driver's seat again. He passively let her drive him down yet more asphalt until they joined mainstream traffic, perking up his hopes. The least he could get was to see more humans, get a chance to observe the local wildlife.

Maybe these people would be a little more active then those humans working repairing vehicles like his alt mode or sitting around in an empty area surrounded by vegetation. He wished he could talk to her, but a mission was a mission and his was spying.

He had heard after arriving that the deceased lieutenant Jazz had apparently gotten hooked on human culture, and Sunstreaker had always had a high opinion of him. If he had thought this place had lots to offer, then he would try looking for it too.

He didn't notice when Hailey reached down to turn on the stereo.

There was a split second between music blasting a hole through his audio receptors, Sunstreaker's handicapped leap out of his skin, and the radio dying. If he was lucky the music drowned out his cry of confused surprise.

He laughed nervously while the noise resounded through his head and watched as Hailey frowned at the shut down radio.

He should have been paying more attention, he criticized himself, she wasn't supposed to catch him off guard like that; he turned the radio back on. 'You've got to watch these humans all the time'

'What the hell?' thought Hailey, turning the radio off and then on again. Nothing odd happened this time. Wondering if anyone had checked the radio Hailey experimentally changed the stations around until she found one she liked.

And I hate how much I love you boy (yeah)

I can't stand how much I need you (I need you)

And I hate how much I love you boy (ooh)

But I just can't let you go

And I hate that I love you so..

Her face lighted up at the sound of Rihanna. Hailey started bobbing her head appreciatively with the music and sang along with the chorus.

Sunstreaker wasn't quite sure what she was doing, but it was definitely interesting to watch to this cat-curious bot. He changed the radio, seeing if she would do the same thing to a different song. She made a loud noise of protest and whipped out her hand to change it back

"Oi!"

Instantly pissed at being interrupted singing she scolded at the car, "do that again and I'll have Lucas rewire you!". If worst came to worst she was going to have to buy a new radio it seemed.

'Owch' he thought about that for a while.

Not that 'Lucas' could do any real damage to him really, but the threat still stood.

In conclusion: don't mess with the girl's tunes.

He watched as they both pulled into the indoor parking complex of Yorkwood Mall.

He was perfectly fine as she closed and locked the door.

He was fine as she crossed the parking lot, watching for cars.

He freaked out as she entered the mall and disappeared out of sight.

"Oh slag! What do I do now, I can't see her! Ack!-no–nonononono, I can't tell them I've lost her already; I'll never get another mission again. I should put a signal on her to trace, by the matrix Sunstreaker what kind of a spy are you," he yelled at himself in the empty parking lot and turned his engine back on. Intending on circling the perimeter until he could read her again, he drove straight out of the parking lot.

Blissfully aware of the cardiac arrest her vehicle was going through, Hailey bought a ticket for "The Da Vinci Code" and enjoyed herself for the rest of the afternoon in the dark air-conditioned room.

Having spent over an hour memorizing parking spots, Sunny parked himself dejectedly on the upper floor parking lots in the sunshine. At this very moment she was probably endangering his entire race. And it was all his fault.

"I shouldn't have let her out of my sight. She tricked me, going someplace easy to lose then disappearing into the crowd; Optimus is going to shoot me. There's no point in going back but to tell them I failed. Swipe would never have screwed this up," he sorrowed.

(A/N: I want to hug him!!! . he's just so darn cute when he's sad! Sry sry–won't do that again)

Reluctantly he backed up and glided smoothly down the parking ramp, absentminded of any parking lot cameras viewing a driver-less red car. He slid into the parking spot Hailey had left him in with a sigh.

Hailey looked up from dialing her cellphone for a cab to see her sleek new baby drive back where it was supposed to be before her eyes. She got ready to stomp out and yell at whoever just took her car for a little joyride, except,

There was no driver.

With a sense of dreaded surety she walked up to the closest side, the passenger's side by chance. "You're one of them aren't you," she addressed it. Silence passed between them as Sunstreaker waged with himself whether to just give up entirely and tell her. They stood at stalemate.

"Or not?" Hailey started to doubt herself, regardless of what she just saw. There wasn't really any reason to believe that every car she saw now was really a robot in disguise. That may spark a paranoia.

"No, you got me," the car conceded to her.

"Why were you at the garage?" she asked it with suspicious eyes.

"I'm Sunstreaker, I've been sent here to...protect you," he quickly covered his motive. Judging by her tone, she wasn't mad. She wasn't trying to run away either. If she didn't act guilty, dare he hope...

Hailey blinked, not expecting this. "Oh...what are you protecting me from?"

Sunstreaker thought of the only threat he had ever known. "Decepticons," he told her, not expecting her to know who they were.

Instead Hailey gasped and took a step closer. "Do you mean Barricade?"

That threw a wrench in his rapid planning. Barricade? What did she know about Barricade?! How did she know about Barricade? In giving Sunstreaker the details of the mission, Optimus had simply told him that she had discovered their secret by witnessing them transform. He told him that she at least knew what they were; he hadn't said anything about Barricade.

He decided to cover his disadvantage with more lies.

"I'm your guardian, that means I'm supposed to protect you from any Decepticons," he told her in a serious tone. Well, sorta. If Barricade did show up knocking on the door Sunstreaker wouldn't hesitate blasting him out of the planet's gravitational pull.

Hailey meanwhile had just dawned on the realization that she had a alien robot now hanging around her to protect her, masquerading as her new car. There was so much science-fiction appeal in the whole situation, it drove a smile to her features, danger forgotten. This wore off a few seconds; this was an alien, an alien robot that she knew nothing about. She was at a loss now at what to do; where everything stood now that she knew what was going on.

Could she still drive her car now–err, car/robot?

Deciding to be blunt, she asked what was on her mind. "So...what now?"

Almost laughing out loud in relief that she bought it, Sunny relaxed and though about how to make this all work out somehow.

"I dunno, where do you want to go?"

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I'm looking for five reviews per chapter before posting again---Don't make me open up a can of pout!!! ; ) I love you all; I FINALLY WATCHED THE MOVIE, I can watch it again and again and again and again and again and again and again---

WHAM!

Sunstreaker: What have you done! -cradles authoress's body-
Barricade: She's just gone night night for now Sunny.
Sunstreaker: Just wait till I kick your ass!!!!! -to the audience- you too, watch and see :)