I Think That Car Just Stood Up

by Teenage.Anomaly

She fell asleep on her bed and woke up on a dumpster surrounded by 30 foot tall alien robots and it just all went downhill from there. She's loud, perverted and a little bit insane, and now the fate of the world is partly in her hands. Set in first movie.

4. Let's Blow This Joint, Literally

I Think That Car Just Stood Up by Teenage Anomaly

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Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

Chapter Four: Let's Blow This Joint. Literally.

"The Cube's okay?" asked Sam over the roar of the wind as we sped out of the dam.

"Yeah, it's fine-"

"Well, put the seat belt on-"

Feeling like an idiot, I looped the seatbelt over the Cube.

We reached the highway, traveling through miles of desert, the very epitome of an endless road on a hot sunny day. I leaned forward in between Sam and Mikaela, fighting against the seatbelt that wouldn't let go of me, feeling quite uninvolved in the back.

"You guys all right?" I shouted over the wind that ripped around the inside of the car, blowing my hair all around my face.

"Just dandy!" shouted Sam.

"Wait, is that-" began Mikaela, leaning forward as we saw a flash on the horizon. We all leaned forward in our seats, afraid to speak.

"There's Optimus," said Sam as the enormous truck came into view.

"Subtle, isn't he?" I snarked as we heard tires screeching as the Autobots pulled into formation behind us. "That was awesome! Dude, did you just see that-?!"

"You always have something to say, don't you?" snapped Mikaela.

"Sure do, honey."

"Were you flirting with Simmons back there?" asked Sam, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the rapidly disappearing dam.

"You bet I was!" I cackled, eyes wide.

They both stared at me in disbelief and I sighed, rolling my eyes behind my glasses.

"Dude, I have weird taste in guys-"

"Really? Cause I- I couldn't tell," said Sam. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"She wants to touch me whoa, she wants to love me whoa, she'll never leave me whoa, whoa oh oh-"

"Nice, Bee."

Finally, we'd left the desert and were reaching civilization. Bridges crawled over our heads and cars sped past us and I twisted around in my seat, knowing what was coming.

"No, no, no, no, no-" muttered Sam, eyes wide, leaning over Mikaela to look out the back as well.

"What?"

"It's the same cop," he said as we heard a siren flick on. I twisted even more, clawing at the seats, trying to see out the back windshield.

"Block them, block them, block them-" Sam hissed, his voice desperate.

Almost as though they'd heard him, the Autobots closed ranks, trying to protect us from the cons. Unfortunately, that bitch lady fate had different ideas.

The tank, Bonecrusher, I think his name was, began unfolding, his digger reaching up in the air. I watched, wide eyed, as he unfolded, every piece falling perfectly into place, and the most amazing thing was that, throughout the whole process, he kept up the break-neck speed of seventy miles an hour.

"Oh shit."

Optimus transformed too, jerking around and rising to his full height, no longer a car, but once again a soldier. Stupidly, I ducked under the rear window out of reflex, my cheek pressed against the smooth leather of Bee's seat, inhaling that new car smell.

"Faster would be awesome, Bee man!" I shouted, screwing my eyes shut and grasping the seat belt as he stepped on the gas and we flew forward, ducking and weaving around the other cars.

"Oh my god," said Mikaela, her voice a quiet, horrified whisper. I stretched up, opening my eyes quickly, and immediately wished I hadn't. Bonecrusher plowed through a van, flames exploding and licking up his metal body, but it didn't even phase him. My eyes, though, were focused on the remains of that car.

Someone- possibly several people- had just died.

And suddenly, it wasn't a game anymore.

Bonecrusher skated after Optimus and we watched him plow into the larger robot, his arms wrapping around him, sending both of them toppling off of the bridge, crashing downwards, and out of our sight.

"OPTIMUS!" we shouted, Sam and I almost throwing ourselves out of the windows.

"OPTIMUS!"

I was disturbingly troubled- even though I knew Prime was going to be okay. But somehow, the panic still flooded through me, making it hard to breathe, making my heartbeat pound in my ears.

Sounds of the battle raged up at us from below. I saw cars stopping, heard brakes screeching and tires squealing, smelled the acrid black smoke of burning tires and breaks, and, worst of all, we could hear the sounds of one metal robot plummeting the other.

"What's happening?" Sam shouted at me.

"Drive!" I shouted at Bumblebee. "We've got to get to Mission City! Prime'll be behind us, but you've gotta drive!"

The engine revved and the force of the sudden burst of speed threw me back against my seat.

We were driving.

"Oh my god, oh my god-" said Mikaela, screwing her eyes shut as Sam shouted. As soon as we reached the city, Bee slowed down.

I sat, eyes wide, back pressed against the seat, my glasses askew, breathing heavily.

"Ehhhh," I said.

The tanks that the soldiers had ridden in stopped in front of us. I looked down at the seat.

"Sorry for yelling at you."

"It's cool, girl, it's cool."

Ahead of us, the soldier were climbing out of their cars as we did too, very shakily on my behalf, clinging shakily to Bee to stay standing. Lennox and Epps stood in front of us, holding clunky radios and looking up at the sky. I looked up too, in time to see Starscream disappear behind a building.

"Air force has arrived! Pop smoke!"

"Oh, shit," I said, reaching around and pulling the gun off my back, holding at my side. "We are so freaking screwed!"

"Raptor, raptor, do you copy?" asked Epps into his radio, eyes still trained on the sky. Everyone stared up as the jet roared over our heads. I twisted, trying to keep it in my sight, grip tightening on the bulky gun, inwardly chanting shit, shit, shit, shit-

"We have you visual," continued Epps.

"Green smoke is the mark," said Epps, very clearly, and at that moment, someone opened a canister and green smoke spread around us, clouding my vision. "Provide air cover and vector Black Hawks for extraction."

The jet roared around a skyscraper before angling back down. Ironhide transformed enough to shout, "It's Starscream!"

"Oh shit, ho shit, shit, shit, crap, dangit, crap, shit, this freaking sucks-"

"Please tell me you copy," said Epps, his voice tense and quiet, as the green smoke spread around us. There was no sight of Starscream in the cloudless blue sky.

Ironhide had completely transformed, sending the city inhabitants into a panic, and was flapping his hands at us, his face urgent and worried.

"Back up! Take cover! Bumblebee!"

In a spilt second, Bee had transformed and was running forward to assist Hide. They grabbed a Furby truck and flipped it over, forming a very poor excuse for a shield. Two enormous robots were using an effing FURBY truck for a shield. I gave a burst of near hysterical laughter.

"No, no, no, no! Move!" Lennox shouted as the gravity of the situation, and just what was about to happen, became inescapably clear. I took a few uncertain steps backwards.

"Back up!" shouted Ironhide. "Back up!"

"RETREAT! Fall back!"

Men climbed out of the trucks shouting and grasping their guns as a soldier grabbed me, dragging me with him.

"Incoming!"

There was a high-pitched whine of a noise and then an explosion of heat. The soldier threw me to the hard ground and then threw himself on top of me, knocking the air out of me. The earth shook with the blast and shrieks sounded from every side along with crashes and thuds and metallic groans as pieces of concrete flew everywhere. I was paralyzed from shock, panting, my craped-up palms pressed into the concrete, my glasses covered in bits of dust. I blinked a view times, clearing my head as the dust around me settled.

"Sir, are you alright? Sir?"

Very gingerly, I pushed the soldier off of me and rolled over, shaking my head and sitting up. I was frozen once more, however, when I saw blood trickling out of his gasping mouth. His eyes were wide and his tan face was draining.

"Oh, my god."

"My back," he rasped, clawing at the collar of my sweat-stained gray t-shirt. "My back."

Nodding furiously, I crawled over to him and then knelt neck to him, pulling him to my chest, one arm wrapping around his shoulders as I examined his back.

I wasn't a doctor and I didn't have great knowledge of human anatomy. I was an artist with little, shaking hands and the only knowledge of the human body I had came from art books, TV, and looking at my own naked body in the mirror. But this guy had a fairly sizeable piece of metal protruding from the lower right side of his back, and even I knew that this couldn't be good.

"Take it out. Take it out-"

"Sir, I can't," I said, my voice frantic, as I stared down at that metal protruding out of his camo uniform. "Sir, it might have pierced one of your kidneys-"

"It hurts," he groaned, and I pulled him back to see he couldn't be more than ten years older than me.

"I need a doctor!" I shouted wildly, cradling the man's hand with my bloody hands as I looked frantically around. "A medic! Please!"

A guy who I didn't know, not someone who was with us, ran over to me. He was balding and paunchy, not exactly a hero archetype, but his eyes were kind and intelligent.

"What's wrong with him?" he asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I was surprisingly calm.

"He's got metal stickin' outta his lower back- I- I didn't wanna take it out-"

The older man moved around the gasping soldier, examining the wound before looking up at me and nodding.

"Alright. Can you help me move him?"

I nodded, brushing hair out of my face with the back of my hand, leaving a smear of blood across my forehead.

"Yeah. Yes."

"Get his feet."

I grabbed his feet as best I could and rose shakily to my feet and, clumsily, with the soldier groaning, the man and I moved him twenty feet away before lowering him, on his stomach, onto the ground.

"It hurts. God, it hurts-"

"I'm going to call an ambulance," said the older man, his forehead wrinkling as he looked up at me. "You're with the army, aren't you?"

The gun lying where I had been must have given me away.

I nodded.

"Go back to them. They need you."

"Yes, sir."

I rose to my feet and began to run back into the smoke-filled area, but the man called after me.

"Kid!"

I turned around. He looked after me, hopeless. "Be careful."

I gave him a salute before turning back to the fray. I picked up my gun on the way to Lennox.

"Hey," I said, panting, climbing over rumble as I neared him. "You guys okay?"

"We're fine. Listen, you need to go over with Sam and Mikaela," he pointed- "and get the hell out of here."

I shook me head. "No-"

"Kid, people are gonna die here-"

"I'm not leaving-"

"Yes, you are-"

"Why the hell did you give me this gun if you intended for me to leave?" I asked, raising my voice, hefting the gun. He stared down at me, his jaw clenched and his face hard. Epps shook his head.

"Man, we don't have time for this-"

"Fine. Stay."

"Alpha 273 degrees, 10 miles," said Epps loudly into his radio as Lennox prepped his gun. "November victor, 1.2 clicks north."

Something clanked and then there was an explosion behind us, crashing into the large pieces of rubble that had been forced up by Starscream's attack.

"-the hell?" I gasped, throwing my arms over my head. The shooting didn't stop, shaking our barriers as Lennox and Epps carefully looked over the barrier.

"Oh-" shouted Epps, ducking shut in time as a fresh assault broke down on us. We heard crunching, glass breaking, and screams, as the tank Con rolled toward us. We climbed up, looking over the rubble to see the car climbing over other cars.

"Move out!" shouted Lennox. "Let's go!"

We darted out from behind the rubble, guns raised and posture defensive, making for where the rest of the cars and tanks and soldiers were.

"Let's go!" shouted Lennox, grabbing my arm and pushing me in front of him before turning back for Epps. "Move!"

I ran behind a car, falling and sliding on my knees, my gun held up to my chest, panting.

All around me was bedlam. Civilians were running and screaming everywhere as the odd explosion sounded, shaking the earth. The place was bathed in smoke and flames and the smell of oil. Guns fired, doing their owners no good. I panted, tipping my head back against the car, staring up at the tendrils of black smoke that floated away against the sky.

And then I cocked the gun and rose to my feet, looking around the car to see Jazz flipping over the tank, pulling its gun around as it began to transform.

"Jazz!" I shouted, running at them, waving my arms and gun in the air. "Jazz, no, leave him-!"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lennox grabbed my arm and dragged me back with a jerk. I looked up at him, panicked.

"He's gonna die!"

"We're all gonna die, kid!"

"DON'T CALL ME KID!"

There was an explosion from Ironhide that sent us both ducking, our arms over our heads, Lennox bent protectively over me, my head under his arm and his arms wrapped over my middle. Any other time, I would have been melting.

"Are you in or not?" he shouted as soldiers ran past us to an over turned car.

"Just tell me where to shoot."

"C'mon, soldier."

He grabbed my hand, his gun held in the other, and pulled me along as we ran, my feet slapping the concrete until we ground to a halt behind the car.

"Concentrate your fire!" Lennox shouted as Ratchet flew past us.

Three shots fired at the enormous Con, and the final one sent it flipping backwards, groaning, where it settled on the concrete, glass popping all around it. I stared, panting, the gun still warm in my hands.

"It's Megatron!" Ratchet shouted, gesturing for us to move. "Retreat! Move! Fall back!"

We ran again, getting as far away from the enormous Megatron as we could.

"Fall back!" Lennox shouted as I darted past him. "Get our guys out of the way!" he shouted, running now too. "Get out of here! Go! Get them out of the buggy! Move out!"

We ran past a man who had another man thrown over his shoulder.

"We need air cover down here, now!"

Legs pounding furiously, those of us who were still standing ran back to the fallen Bumblebee. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest and my arms were sore from carrying that enormous gun and I had scratches and bruises all over my body, but I couldn't shake that feeling of rightness. Like this, the explosions and the panic and the adrenaline, was what I was supposed to be doing. I was supposed to be in the middle of all the action. This… this, right here, was where I belonged.

"Sir!" shouted a soldier. "That tank thing's getting back up."

Lennox darted forward, staring at the Con with disbelief scrawled over his face. "Oh, these things just don't die."

And, just to make the moment that much more perfect, we heard the sound of a helicopter approaching- except, when we turned around, we saw that it wasn't a helicopter at all. It was Blackout.

"Oh, we're so dead."

"Well, shit."

"Sam!" Lennox shouted as the rest of us ran over to Sam and Mikaela and Bee. "Where's the Cube?"

"Right there," said Sam from atop the tow truck, pointing.

"Okay," said Lennox, before running over to tell some soldier something.

"Epps, get those Black Hawks here!"

I simply stood, breathing, trying to get my heart rate under control, my eyes screwed shut.

"Okay," panted Lennox, running back.

"What?"

"All right, I can't leave my guys back there, so here, take this flare-" he pressed a flare into Sam's hands. "Okay, there's a tall, white building with statues on top. Go to the roof. Set the flare-"

"No," said Sam, his eyes wide.

"Signal the chopper and set the flare."

"No, no! I can't do this!"

Face contorting, Lennox reached up and grabbed the front of Sam's jacket, jerking him downwards. Mikaela and I shared a fast, wide-eyed glance.

"Listen to me! You're a soldier now, all right? I need you to take this Cube-" he grabbed it and pressed it into Sam's hands-" get it into military hands while we hold them off, or a lot of people are gonna die. Katty's going with you." He looked over at me and I nodded, hoisting my gun up. He gave me a nod before turning to Mikaela.

"You got to go. You got to go-"

"No, I'm not leaving-"

"You need to go. Go!"

"No, I'm not leaving until I get Bumblebee out of here, okay?"

Sam jumped off of the trailer and looked at me, his face scared. "Why is he making you come too?"

I looked at him, hard, and exhaled. "In case you die."

"Sam, Katty, we will protect you," growled Ironhide, crouching down. Sam nodded.

"Okay." He looked at me. "You ready?"

I cocked my gun a little too vigorously, adrenaline pounding through my veins and a grin spreading across my face.

"Babe, I was born ready."

We ran past Mikaela before-

"Sam!"

He turned around and I skidded to a halt, a few feet ahead of them, twisting back in time to see Mikaela approaching him.

"No matter what happens," I heard her say, "I'm really glad I got in that car with you."

"Sam, get to the building!" shouted Ironhide. "Move!"

Sam looked at me one last time, his mouth slightly open, his eyebrows pulled up. I grabbed his free hand with my free hand, looking up at him, my jaw clenching.

"I'll be right beside you."

And then, as they say, the shit really hit the fan.

I didn't know it was possible to run as fast as I was now running, especially after all the shit that had happened to me in the past day. All I'd eaten in over twenty-four hours was some crackers and a coke, I was running on about four hours of sleep, and my body was utterly spent.

But Sam and I were still running at a sprinter's pace right now.

We darted around Ratchet's foot as the bot shouted, "Cover fire!"

"Move to fire!"

Ironhide dived and rolled past us before springing back to his feet. I twisted around, running backwards as I fired off quick shots at the con, the force from the gun almost sending me to the ground.

Blackout was in front of us, firing just over our heads and I twisted back around, my strides long and clumsy, shouting at him and yelling.

"Watch out!" shouted Ironhide, stepping over us and shooting back at the black con.

"We got this, Sam!"

We ducked as pieces of metal and then Blackout flew over us, our free hands going to cover our heads. I screamed.

If it was possible, we sped up, arms swinging and feet pounding the concrete. Sweat ran down my face in rivers, and I was gonna have to throw this shirt away, because the pit stains had to be horrific.

We darted around stationary cars and not-stationary terrified people, Ironhide and Ratchet keeping effortless time with us.

"Keep moving, you two!" shouted Ironhide.

Sam turned around to look behind him.

"Don't stop!"

Megatron landed beside us and did something fancy with his blades, stripping a car of its body and almost stripping us of our skin. We didn't have time to scream and instead just forced ourselves to move even faster, diving past the metal monster. Sam tripped and fell to the ground-

"Sam!"

-but rolled to his feet again, just as quickly, as Starscream landed behind us and, with a sweep of his arm, sent cars and flame flying over us.

"NO!"

We fell to the ground, shouting, as cars flew over to us and then we heard shots being fired right above our heads. I looked up and Saw Starscream, right there, shooting at Hide and Ratchet.

They shot back, fiercely, and Starscream stepped over us before moving back, firing at them. Sam shouted as Starscream jumped up and turned into an F-22in just a heartbeat.

"Sam! Get to the building!" shouted Ironhide, his voice slightly weaker than before.

"C'mon, we gotta go," I said, grabbing him by his arm and pulling him up. "Sam, we gotta go-"

"RUN!" shouted Ratchet and, using the car we were hiding next to to help him scramble to his feet, Sam was off like a shot, me hot on his heels.

Megatron reached us seconds later, after grabbing a minivan and tossing it to the side.

"Give me that Cube, boy!"

"RUN!"

A black car stopped suddenly, sending Sam careening into it. I caught up with him seconds later and flipped off the swearing girl inside the car just as a wave of energy swept out from the Cube. I dragged Sam to his feet.

"Dude, we gotta go-"

Finally, finally, we reached the building. It was out of town a little, and, praise the Lord, abandoned. Panting, our bodies straining, we ran inside the open fence, staring up at the gaping doors and broken windows as we run to them full speed.

"I'm never running again!" I gasped as we passed under those doors. We stood inside a cavernous, empty room, full of sunlight and dust. We stopped running, just for a second, looking around.

"You're not gonna get me," Sam said, turning his back on the doors and taking off again. "You're not gonna get me!"

I tripped but kept running as we darted in between columns, and I winced when I heard one of the glass windows shatter. Evil was in the house, and boy, was he pissed.

"I smell you, boy!"

We'd reached the second floor and ran to the shadows, gasping and panting for breath.

Glancing, panicked, over out shoulders, we passed decaying, graffiti-ed walls before running up a set of stairs that twisted and turned as Megatron shouted below us.

We reached a stretch of landing at bolted across it as the floor behind us began breaking upwards. We shouted but ran on as Megatron growled, the floorboards behind us snapping and bending upwards.

And then, there were stairs. Lots and lots of stairs.

"Maggot."

"Also-" I gasped, "I'm never," gasp, "taking," gasp, "stairs," gasp, "again."

I doubled over, panting, sweat dripping down my face. Sam skidded to a halt, several feet in front of me.

"Katty, c'mon!"

Not replying, I shook my head and forced my liquefying muscles to work a little bit harder.

And then, once we'd cleared the stairs, we reached the ladder.

I stared up at the spindly metal apparition in disbelief.

"Are you forreal?"

Sam began to climb it and, swearing vigorously under my breath, so did I. my hands slipped and slid over the metal and my legs were so shaky from all that running that I had trouble supporting my own weight.

I'd never been happier to see flat land when I pulled myself over the wall of the building. Sam was already running again.

"Hey!" he shouted at the helicopters.

I followed him, jumping over the pipe, breathing heavily, my glasses sliding down my nose, as he slammed the flare into the wall ahead of me, sending a shower of sparks cascading down. Bright red smoke immediately began pouring from one end of the flare. I caught up with Sam.

"Hey! We're over here!"

The rotors of a chopper rose over the side of the building as we reached it and time seemed to slow down.

Sam dropped the flare, leaning over the wall, Cube held in both extended hands, trying his hardest to get the thing in the damn chopper. I ran for them, draping my gun across my back again, waving my arms wildly. The man in the chopper looked up at me.

"GO!" I shouted. "Get outta here!"

"WATCH OU!" Sam roared as Starscream, on a neighboring building, fired off a shot with a high pitched whine. I screamed, my eyes widening, as I barreled into Sam. He grabbed me around the waist as the helicopter exploded, the two of us folding into each other as the explosion washed over our heads. We fell to the ground, still grabbing each other, as the tail of the chopper swept over us, missing us by mere inches.

We climbed to our feet, shouting in fear, both of us running for the edge of the building as Megatron burst upwards through the roof.

"No. No!"

"Up there!" I shouted, pointing, and we both clambered atop the base of a statue, clinging to it as we hung a hundred feet in the air with a homicidal robot approaching us. My bleeding fingers scrabbled at the rough marble, trying to get a firm hold- but there was none to be had.

"Is it fear or courage that compels you, fleshlings?" asked Megatron in his growl of a voice. He approached us, taking his time about it, as sirens sounded from below us. I looked down and my stomach immediately fell to my feet. I tried to grab the folds of the statue's clothes and tried to stay close to Sam.

"Where do we go?" muttered Sam. "Where do we go?"

"Give me the All Spark, and you may live to be my pets," growled Megatron, clenching onto a statue. Sam's foot slipped and he shouted, causing me to scream too, from pure shock.

"I hate heights, I hate them, I really freaking hate them-!"

"I'm never giving you this All Spark!" shouted Sam, showing more courage than I felt.

"Oh," said Megatron, a quiet, malicious glee in his growl of a voice, "so unwise."

I started shouting even before he swung that chain. Part of the building crumbled away and the statue toppled over, sending Sam and I flying out over nothingness. I screamed, twisting and flipping over and over in the air, limbs flailing, catching glimpses of Sam's horrified face, of smoke in the afternoon light, of falling rubble, of buildings, as pieces of stone fell all around me. I grabbed onto Sam, who was also shouting at the top of his lungs, and then-

My back hit a metal hand that gave underneath my body, knocking the air out of me. Sam landed half on top of me and I stared, wide eyed, at the sky above me, mouth gaping as I tried to breathe.

"I got you," rumbled Optimus as his fingers closed around us, lifting us upwards. I got my breath back and gasped, coughing, relieved and terrified.

"Hold onto the Cube!" Optimus' mask flicked down over his face as he clutched us to his chest. I fumbled for Sam's hand and grabbed it, as hard as I could, as the robot began falling downwards. He kept us clutched to his chest as he half fell, half jumped from building to building, sending rubble falling down all around us. Sam and I squeezed each other's hands, our eyes screwed shut, as Megatron followed us down.

He landed on Prime who, with a grunt, fell to the ground, us still grasped tightly to his chest.

Prime's fingers pulled back slowly and we both crawled to our feet, shaking and half hysterical, at least in my case.

"Sam, Katty- you risked your lives to protect the Cube," he said, staring down at us, an ancient emotion in his bright blue eyes.

"No sacrifice," said Sam, his face intense and his voice quiet, "no victory."

Unable to speak, I merely nodded, looking from Sam to Optimus.

"If I cannot defeat Megatron, you must push the Cube into my chest. I will sacrifice myself to destroy it. Get behind me."

We obeyed him, still clutching each other's hand, and I, being the graceful person I am, fell into a ditch that had been made during the battle, Sam falling down with me. We stumbled along it, gingerly, our bodies sore, as we listened to Prime and Megatron fighting. I ducked when rocks went flying over us. We crawled up, out of the ditch, and hide behind the door of a demolished car.

"Stay here," Sam ordered.

"As if."

"Katty-"

"GO!" I shouted, and we darted out from behind the car, falling as the F-22s fired on Megatron. I pulled my gun in front of me, screaming. Megatron twisted and fell to the ground, crawling towards the still Prime.

Sam and I jumped to the ground just as Prime swung an arm out, sending Megatron rolling to the ground with a grunt. We rolled over and scrambled backwards, like crabs, and Megatron came after us, crawling.

"I'll kill you!"

I pulled the gun up with shaking hands as my legs forced me back.

"Mine! All Spark!"

"Sam! Put the Cube in my chest! Now!" commanded Prime.

Sam scrambled to his feet and, yelling, jumping to my feet, I ran forward with him and stared up into Megatron's face. I skidded to a halt and raised my gun. Something like amused shock flashing into Megatron's eyes. I laughed, loud, almost inane laughter as I angled the gun at his chest-

"Sam!"

Sam raced forward, his face intense, the Cube raised above his chest as I fired once, twice- and Megatron's chest plate swung open, giving Sam the golden opportunity. Sam shoved upwards and, with a yell, the Cube was absorbed into Megatron. I gave another hysterical, rough, cackling laugh, throwing my arms into the air. Megatron stood straight up, his claws clutching at his metal chest, choking and gasping, before falling to his knees and then keeling over, gurgling metallically.

Sam backed away steadily, his eyes wide, and I climbed to my shaky feet, using his arm for balance, the gun clutched in my right hand and dangling by my side as I panted, heart pounding, staring at the prostrate form of Megatron.

Prime rose to his feet and moved over to Megatron, kneeling down next to him, a look of sorrow on his metal face. "You left me no choice, brother."

He turned to Sam and I, planting his hands on the ground, lowering his face to ours.

"Sam, Katty- I owe you my life." His optics flickered between us. "We are in your debt."

He rose to his feet as the tow truck, dragging Bee, pulled up, joining the rest of us. Mikaela climbed out of it and strode around Bumblebee, stopping when she saw us, a small smile spreading over her ridiculously pretty face.

"Prime," said Ironhide quietly. "We couldn't save him."

"Ah, Jazz," said Optimus, taking Jazz's body. My brow furrowed as I looked to the cavity in Megatron's chest- and the sliver of the All Spark that emerged from it.

"Wait," I said, loudly, stepping forward and pointing to it. "If you can put his body back together, can't you use that to bring him back?"

The Autobots all looked at me and Ratchet blinked, surprised.

"That might actually work."

A wave of relief washed over me and I crossed my arms over my chest, grinning proudly. Lennox came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"You did good, kid," he said quietly. I turned my head around and grinned up at his sweaty face.

"We gained great comrades," said Prime, as Ironhide put his fists on his hips, like a giant, metallic Peter Pan. "Thank you, all of you. You honor us with your bravery."

"Permission to speak, sir?" asked Bee, blinking and turning to Optimus. I squealed.

"You are just too darn cute!"

"Permission granted, old friend."

"You speak now?" asked Sam loudly.

"I wish to stay… with the boy."

"If that is his choice."

Sam looked to Bee, a small smile forming on his beaten and dirty face. "Yes," he said, quietly, but happily.

Prime knelt down and retrieved the piece of the All-Spark from Megatron's chest, before looking up at me. Something like a grin spread over his face and I gestured at Jazz.

"We got a robot to put back together. Let's roll, boys."

-

An Hour Later

"Mom, really, I'm fine-"

"Where the hell are you? You disappeared and now Transformers is real but no one remembers it, what in the world is going on, Katie?"

"Look," I said, exasperated, leaning into the phone. "I can't talk about it on the phone, okay?"

"Then where are you?"

"Mom, I have to go, okay? But I'm fine, I love you, and I'll call you again in a few hours, okay? I won't be gone from home much longer, I promise."

"Kathryn-"

"Mom, seriously. I can't tell you over the phone."

She sighed, a staticky rush. "Alright." Her tone told me, very clearly, that she wasn't happy, but, then, I couldn't have my cake and eat it too.

"I'll see you soon," I said clearly. "I love you."

Static. "I love you too."

"Bye, mom."

"Bye, Katie."

I hung up before shaking my head.

"Mother?"

I looked up sharply to see Simmons standing about ten feet away, an eyebrow quirked and his hands behind his back. My heart skipped a beat and heat began spreading over my skin. Man, he was fine.

"Yeah," I said.

"I hear you're quite the hero."

"It's what they're telling me, anyway," I said, grinning, gesturing over my shoulder at the robots and the soldiers, who were sitting together and talking like old friends.

"And, what? You don't believe them?"

I took a few steps forward, shoving my sore, bloody hands down the pockets of my dirty jeans.

"I jus' did what I had to t' stay alive." I shrugged, looking up at him when we were only a few feet away. He looked different from the movie- maybe five years or so younger, still significantly older than me, his hair a little longer and straighter, his jaw squarer. But he was still… him. He still had the same dark eyes and slightly crooked mouth and maniac personality that I'd developed a crush on when I first saw the movie. Oh, and those hands. A,lalkda;lkasdfl. "Nothin' heroic in that."

He said nothing, just looked down at me, an eyebrow quirked slightly. I gestured to the nearby bathrooms, a lecherous grin spreading over my face.

"Wanna get it on?"

He stared at me, eyes narrowing in disbelief, jerking his head as he said in his slight New York accent, "Call me when you're legal. Then we'll talk."

"Two years, baby." I held up my hand, wiggling two fingers. "Can you live without me for that long?"

"I think I'll manage."

"Sure about that?" I grinned at him, cheekily, before reaching up and patting his shoulder good-naturedly. I turned on my heel, leaving him standing behind me, and made my way to the soldiers and Autobots.

"You ready now?" asked the Army doctor that had been called in. It was my turn to be checked out, but the phone call with my mom had gone a little longer than planned. I nodded, sighing.

"Let's get this over with."

-

I didn't have any major injuries, as it turned out. A fair share of lacerations and bruises, and according to sawbones I was pretty dehydrated, but he said that mostly, it was nothing that a decent night's sleep wouldn't do wonders for.

So after stitching up some of the worst gashes, the doc ordered me to eat, and after that, I took a shower. Then I called my mom again.

We had to stay at the base for debriefing and to work out some kinks as to what exactly, had happened, so everyone directly involved was here. Sam's parents were brought here too, and so that was a lovely family reunion, although Ironhide was less-than-happy to see Mojo again.

And me? I just watched it all with a grin on my face, loving this life much more than the one I'd left behind.

TBC...

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"Run" by Leona Lewis. Katty and Sam; NOT ROMANTIC.

A/N: so much running in this chapter, omg. I mean, my legs are hurting and all I did was write the thing. I love this chapter so, so much. Writing action is so much fun! And, by the way, Simmons is really, really hard to write. As to the vote: I still wanna hear your thoughts! It seems like most people wanted some Katty/Lennox action, and I can't blame you. Katty, though, wants some Katty/Simmons action, and since this story is for her, I HAVE REACHED A COMPROMISE! You'll see, in the next story :). Also, is it just me, or is Bumblebee adorable? I'll post the epilouge tomorrow or maybe later today. Love you guys! Thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews!

Sarah.