Disclaimer: Wide Spread Panic doesn't own The Transformers, of course. Nor does she own any of the businesses or items mentioned within. This is but a work of fiction…

Author's note: A random little one-shot inspired by the Chevy twins from TF: ROTF. This has nothing whatsoever to do with any of my other stories, but the plot-bunny refused to leave me alone. It was meant to be a one-shot, but I've been asked to continue it, so here we go.

Synopsis: There seemed to be a slight misunderstanding in the first chapter, so I'll try to clear that up. The main character never removed the bumper sticker (which was in fact the Autobot faction symbol) her friend Adam attached to her car. –skkkkt- When she accidentally backed her car into the recharging Sideways, he came online with an Autobot symbol staring him in the face. –skkkkt- He assumes it's a particularly dumb and cocky Autobot and pursues what is in fact a normal car. He's so enraged he doesn't even bother scanning the energy readings to see if it is an Autobot or not. When the main character's car (of course) doesn't transform or respond when addressed, Sideways thinks it's mocking him and becomes even angrier. Hope that clears –skttt-a –skkkkkkkt-

"Who'th awethome?"

"Yo, 'sup? You got it, bro?"

"Yeth, we ith live, baby. Hacked the tranthmithion. Ain't nuthin' to it. Po ath, human tech don't thand a chanthe againth our thuperior intellecth."

"You hearin' us, organics? Freakin' author gonna yap all day. We can't have all that."

"Ith our thory, hear? The twinth ith in the houthe."

"True dat. Let's get this party started."

Ch2: Lost and Found

I found myself waking up yet again in a dark moving place. The only blessing being that my head was much clearer this go round. The pain was still there, blurring the edges of my vision when I weakly lifted my head. I forced myself to sit up and doubled over almost instantly and collapsed onto my side. I rolled over onto my back and stared at the featureless metal ceiling. Nothing had ever hurt like this did. I'd had broken bones before, but that was nothing compared to this. I wondered dimly if my skull was fractured, or if I had a concussion. It seemed like I'd hit my head, but every time I tried to latch onto the memory, it skittered away, always just out of reach. Sounds slowly seeped into my limited awareness. The puttering of an engine and arguing voices. The voices made me tremble, something stirred in the back of my mind. I knew the voices from somewhere and I was fairly sure I didn't like them.

"Admit yo thorry ath ith loth."

"We ain't lost. I just ain't sure where we is," snapped another voice.

"Then we loth," insisted the first voice with a smug tone.

A strange symbol like a glaring face came to mind, then faded. Something important, but I couldn't figure out what. I wondered how I'd gotten in the truck. I'd wrecked my car… hadn't I? It wasn't an ambulance, I decided. Maybe I was being kidnapped.

"Yo, fruit-loop. Ya wanna go for a ride?" Who had said that? I wondered as the words came to mind. Someone had, I was sure of that much.

"Who's the brains of this outfit? Me. That's who. Don't make me pull over and open a can o' whoop ass on ya."

"Ooh. I'm thakin'. I'll kick yo ath." The vehicle shuddered in a familiar way. "Kick yo thorry ath all the way back to Thybertron."

Aliens. Aliens and Auto-somethings. I struggled for the memory and sat upright again. My head instantly swam and my stomach heaved. I doubled over and retched. The reaction was immediate and violent. The vehicle slammed on the brakes and snapped in half. Both halved tipped down at the break and I landed on my back on pavement. I grunted as I hit my head. I seemed to hit my head a lot lately. It was night and I stared at the moon and stars high overhead.

"Oh, hell no. I know ya just didn't do that! That is not cool," The owner of the voice suddenly loomed over me, blocking my view of the sky. Ice cream truck, but not an ice cream truck, I thought as the seven foot biped shook a finger at me and cursed. I was reminded of someone reprimanding a disobedient dog. "That shit ain't even cool. That is nasty, man. Not cool!" The robot stalked off, swearing and shaking its fist at me. I watched it shake its head at me.

A second robot leaned over me. "That wath real groth," it said, not seeming nearly upset as its companion. "Courth, ya yakked in hith interior, not mine," it added with a shrug.

"In my interior, man! Ya don't do that!" His companion continued ranting from a distance. "All up in my interior wit you're nasty human nastiness!"

"Thath gonna thmell like thit," the one standing over me called out to the other helpfully.

The other stared at the one with the lisp in silence, before shaking a finger at him as well. "I ain't even talkin' to ya. Ain't talkin' to either of ya. Ya'll is sick, muthas." He trailed off, muttering furiously.

"You're aliens," I commented, as the thought occurred to me. I tried, unsuccessfully, to sit up.

The one with the lisp grabbed my shoulder and hauled me none too gently into a sitting position. "And you're a geniuth. I'm Mudflap."

"What happened to my car?" I asked. I reached up to touch my face and felt something sticky. I pulled my fingers away and stared at the red on their tips. "What happened to me?"

"Yo stupid ass, went runnin' around playin' at being an Autobot and done messed with the wrong Decepticon," snarled the angry one as he stalked back over, choosing to forgo his decision to not talk to us. "Ya better hope that comes out. I'm gonna whoop yo ass if that smell don't come out my interior. I'm Skids and that's Mudflap."

"I thaid I'm Mudflap," snapped the one with the lisp. He seemed to roll the blue lenses that were his eyes at me. "We twinth."

My mind seemed to be getting clearer and clearer, but nothing was making sense. "Where am I? What do you want with me?" I asked, my voice growing stronger and shriller with fear. "Why'd you kidnap me?"

"We saved yo ass. Ya better show a little respect," growled the one named Skids and he shook a fist.

"I think her head ith thill methed up," commented Mudflap. He reached out to tap me on the head. "Yo, anybody home?"

I recoiled from his touch, scooting backwards on all fours. I tried to make sense of it all. I had been rescued (kidnapped) by a deranged alien ice cream truck. I shook my head. "I hit my head too many times," I said finally, my tone almost desperate. The twin aliens eyed me skeptically. Mudflap twirled a finger beside his head. "I knocked myself loopy when I wrecked my car. None of this is real," I said, my conviction increasing as I kept talking. "I bet I'm laid up in an emergency room somewhere doped up on pain meds. Yeah, I'm having a real bad reaction to the meds." I looked at the aliens desperately.

"Hate to burst yo bubble, fruit loop, but ya ain't in no hospital," Skids said and he grinned savagely. "We real. Deal with it."

"You can't be real," I insisted, refusing to give up.

Mudflap leaned down in my face, making me flinch back. He reached out and casually flicked a finger against my forehead. I yelped and grabbed my head. "Hurth don't it? Thith ain't no dream. We need to move before Thidewayth findth uth. He'th pithed."

"Then again," drawled Skids. "We could just let him have yo stupid ass. See how real it is then."

I chose to ignore him. "What happened to my car?" I asked again, looking from one twin to the other. "Take me back to my car and we'll pretend none of this happened. I can keep a secret." I hated the amount of desperation in my own voice.

"Thidewayth fell on that ugly thing and thmoothed it." He smirked and added in a conspiratorial tone, "I puthed hith hath and he fell all over it."

"Smooshed like flat?" I asked with a sinking feeling.

"Like a pancake," Skids said with a certain amount of amusement.

"There a different kind of thmoothed?"

I pulled my knees against my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I eyed them warily and rested my chin on top of my knees. "This is Adam's fault," I said, decisively. The twins stared at me in incomprehension. The two exchanged a look and Mudflap shrugged.

The throaty rumbling of an engine filled the air and the twins shuffled around in agitation. As I watched, they seemed to fold in on themselves, rearranging into the separate components that made up the truck and then backing toward each other until they combined to make the ice cream truck. The back of the truck swung open expectantly. I stared at it warily.

I stood up shakily and toyed with the idea of running for safety.

The truck began playing its obnoxious music. "Get yo aft over here," came across the speakers over the sound of the jingle. "You don't wanna make me come over there an' get ya."

I decided that my odds of escaping weren't too good. I was sure I couldn't outrun them normally, let alone in my current state and if they were telling the truth and the big silver and black alien was still angry it wouldn't hurt to have some protection. I limped over to the truck miserably, but hesitated at the open door.

I kissed my dignity goodbye and I gave the truck the most pitiful look I could muster. "Do I have to ride in the back?"

"Ya gonna yak in our interior again?" Snarled what sounded like Skids over the speaker. "Ya ain't doin' that on the upholstery, ya hearin' me? I'll hand yo ass to Sideways personally. Gift wrapped."

"I won't," I mumbled and I tried to look sorry and innocent. At least, I would try not to, I amended silently.

After a minute, the passenger door swung open. I climbed in slowly, wrinkling my nose at the musty smell of the truck's interior. I wasn't sure why they were so concerned over their upholstery. I didn't see how they could even notice another stain on the seats. I sat down gingerly and collapsed back against the seat, dirt or no dirt. The truck rumbled to life, puttering and growling. I watched the shifter swing into gear by itself with unease and eyed the empty driver's seat.

The sound of the other engine grew louder and then we were illuminated with unnaturally bright head lights. The car slowed to a stop in the middle of the road and I saw it was the too familiar silver and black car. I reached shakily for the seatbelt and yanked it across me. The silver and black car, Sideways, lowered his front bumper, his back end rising. It reminded me of a large cat getting ready to pounce. I noticed the car looked much more battered than before, presumably due to the twins.

"I think he thill pithed," noted the disembodied voice of Mudflap.

"Nah, what make's ya think that?" His twin countered sarcastically.

Sideways' engine roared angrily and he suddenly charged, transforming into his giant bipedal form as he approached. The twins both cursed and lurched into reverse, tires squealing in protest at the sudden acceleration. I grabbed the dash and just managed to avoid smacking my head again. I screamed. The seatbelt tightened and the truck swung around abruptly and raced away from the furious Sideways.

"AUTOBOT SCUM!" Roared the chilling voice of Sideways from behind us.

I didn't know where we were, out in the middle of nowhere it looked like. All scraggly bushes and highway markers that blurred past far too quickly to make out. At any rate, I was far more interested in the car chasing us, than to bother with sight-seeing. He was gaining. Even with the truck's unnatural speed, the European style car was gaining. I dug my nails into the seat's upholstery and kept my eyes glued to the battered side-view mirror on my side.

A side panel of the car folded in on itself to reveal what looked like… missiles? As realization dawned, I began to scream all over again.

"Oh, thit," Mudflap commented. "We thcrewed."

Author's note: well, you guys wanted me to continue... X3 please, review and thanks for reading!