Disclaimer: I LOVE YOU ALL--EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!!! All my readers I am sorry for the long wait; I have explanations at the end and another chapter on it's heels.

Hailey screamed as the adrenaline rushed through her heart to her feet as Sunstreaker pulled another doughnut. Her seatbelt was tight against her midriff and she was still pulled astronaut style against the door.

Sunny let the turns spin him across the pavement instead of trying to control it with the brakes like the first time. Hailey definitely hadn't liked it when he suddenly pulled on the brakes that time.

In her opinion she had nearly speared herself on the stick-shift, Sunstreaker wailed she had nearly taken off a piece of HIM!

"Now THAT," she held her finger drunkenly, "was a doughnut," and giggled.

Sunny would have agreed, as soon as the world stopped spinning. Hailey made a small 'woo' noise as she sat up inside; if he had been on his legs at that moment, he might trip and fall on his face.

"So that was a good one?" he waited for her approval. He wouldn't know any better.

All he got was another "Wooooo"

"I think it's time to go home now," she watched the interior of the car spin around her.

"Aww! Can't we do that again?"

"Okayyy, but if I barf it's your faaaaault," she said in a sing-song voice.

The quiet of the car she though was her answer and she crossed her arms comfortably over the edge of the steering wheel.

At the disadvantage of human knowledge he cheated again with another quick search of the internet.

He nearly choked seeing the pictures posted all over the internet of people catching their friends barfing at parties and stuff. It looked painful and just plain wrong! Human insides coming outside was enough to give him a shudder at the alieness of it all. Autobots had exteriors and interior systems, but there was no way one of them could turn themselves inside out like this!

"Do you die when you do this?" With their insides turning themselves out like this Sunstreaker really did doubt any of them living through it. He quickly disconnected himself.

"What, throwing up? No you only wish you did. It usually only happens when we get sick...or eat something really bad. It doesn't reeeeally hurt it's just, very unpleasant. But we don't die from it; well, not from normal barfing."

He asked her what she meant by normal barfing but she declined from answering since it was really too gross to think about when your own stomach was doing its own little flutters.

"Home Jeeves," Hailey proclaimed and pointed imperiously at the world outside the windshield.

"I'm not even going to pretend to get what you just said, but I'm going to take it as to take you home."

"You got that buddy,"she straightened her clothes and hair as he started to take them towards home.

XxXxXxXxXx –Zoom Zoom!-

"So," Hailey changed the subject as they parked themselves in the garage. She shut Sunstreaker's door and looked for a place to sit, "What about your friends? There are more of you and I didn't really get a chance to talk to them; what are they like."

"Optimus, Ironhide, and Ratchet," he supplied.

"Ya them," she confirmed, dusting off the surface of a wooden work table that looked like the generic ones at the garage and sat down on it. She lifted her feet up and crossed then Indian style casually under her as she continued to look over the shiny body of the car.

"I don't know anything about you guys. You look like cars, are really robots, are hiding here for some reason and I'm not allowed to tell anybody about you……and all seem to have blue eyes," she ticked the points off on her fingers, "How long have you guys been hiding here?"

"Well, Optimus probably knows a lot more about your people–Bumblebee too, they've been here longer then we have," Sunstreaker told her, trying to measure what he knew about the human race, it wasn't much.

Hailey waved both hands in front of her face. "Wait a minute, wait a minute," she called out. Sunny quieted to listen to her speak. "You have an Autobot called Bumblebee?" she giggled, "Seriously?"

"Yes?" he asked her a little unsurely, "Bumblebee, from the small black and yellow insect." He watched her as covered inner chuckles, the effort making her whole torso shake.

"Please," she smiled behind her hands, "don't tell me he's black and yellow,"

The joke was completely lost on the alien mech. "He is, his form is a yellow Camaro with black stripes. "I had to change my form. You should have seen it! I looked much better–a Lamborghini, yellow," Sunstreaker said.

"You were a Lamborghini? I could have had a Lamborghini?!!!" she asked, dismayed.

"I was….Optimus wanted me to be 'stealthy' and choose a different form for me himself. Lamborghinis are not common in this state it. But wasn't I stealthy?" he prompted her for praise.

"A Lamborghini," Hailey looked beseechingly at the rafters, ignoring him.

"I could have had...a Lamborghini..."

Sunstreaker deflated a little, missed being a Lamborghini too….

He missed his paint job too, but he got what he got.

Hailey furrowed her brows and tapped her dark boot against the underside of Sunstreaker's fender.

"What?" he flashed his headlights at her in annoyance.

Hailey closed her eyes against the light hit the walls. She quirked her lips and bit them while she hummed and hawed. It nagged her ever since finding out that her car was alive if she was losing or keeping what was originally going to be her own personal vehicle to freedom. If he was supposed to be her bodyguard, did that mean he had to be with her everywhere she went? As in drive her everywhere? Exactly how much was he going to be involved with her life? Would he be shy if she checked under his hood?

"If you don't tell me already, I'm going to transform in this little space, and poke you back," Sunstreaker interrupted.

"Oh!" she started out of her thoughts. "I was just wondering: you're a car, a robot car right?"

"I only look like a car right now. This is what we call an Alt form, I can't shift back to my real form in here but I look very different from how I do now." He answered.

"I know, I know, the fight wasn't that long ago. You look like them I guess," she agreed. "So I was wondering: if you're supposed to be my bodyguard and even if you're not really a car an all, can I still drive you, like, to school and stuff?"

Sunny's mental processors sped around for a while, calculating and strategizing different scenarios that could turn out if he did this and left Hailey alone in the garage for a while.

"What about protecting me? She said in a small voice.

"Well I guess if Bumblebee drives Sam around, I guess I can do it too. Just don't give any indication that you know what I am, to anyone."

If he thought the confirmation would make her happy, it was completely wasted on Hailey as she sat there with he mouth gaping open.

She felt very cold and very still on the top of the bench.

Ok, ok. It's been a very long...long time since I updated. I've had part of this chapter in my computer for a while. Many, many things have happened, some good, some bad. First... I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME AT THE RIPE 'OL AGE OF EIGHTEEN!!!!!!! XDDDD

Having something else consume all of my conscious thought sort of hindered my writing; it all just dried up :D I love him to bits and we've been going out since mid-November. Wish me well please Second thing...I HAVE A LAPTOP!!! (and will be paying back for it to my mom for yeeears to come, heh heh)

I know, I know "Elli, why the heck haven't you been working, you've been complaining about not being able to work cause your environment sucks and you can't lug the giant computer up the stairs." Well...by that time my love was already in my mind : )

I don't think I would have continued this story, nothing was driving me. It was cleaning up my desktop that I lingered on this story. I've been trying to distract my mind...my grandfather just died yesterday morning...SO--I will use this story to DISTRACT. MY. SELF!!!!