Hi guys! Nice to see you again. I am thinking about taking Japanese classes at my college and I'd be able to go over to Japan next summer! Sorry I had to geek out about it! I won't start introducing Transformer characters [such as Optimus and his crew] until May 24 when the poll is closed. Please oh please go vote so then I know what you guys prefer. Send a review as well. I love reviews. Also if you have any questions or concerns [I hope you don't have concerns. Trying to not offend anybody in this series.] just PM me or leave it in the reviews. Enjoy this new chapter and have a nice day! Signing off: The Sunflower Seed.

Key:

(f/n) = First Name

(y/f/b/f) = Your Favorite Breakfast Food

(c) = Color

(m/c) = Metal Color

(f/c) = Floor Color

(c/t/m) = Coffee Table Material [ex. wood, glass, etc.]

(f/n/n) = Female Neighbor Name

(m/n/n) = Male Neighbor Name

(h/c) = Hair Color

(e/c) = Eye Color

The sunlight streamed through the living room windows. You wanted to have a few more hours of sleep but when you're up, you're up. With a groan, you sat up from the couch and upon rising, you heard the sizzling of bacon along with the beautiful aroma of (y/f/b/f). You shot into the dainty kitchen and noticed Marquette trying to make (y/f/b/f) while D-Jay was using a spatula to fight off the greasy spit of the bacon with an occasional, "Oh no you don't!" or "Ouch! Knock it off!" It was funny to see this guy who is a year older than you to be unharmed by beatings and injured by bacon grease.

A chuckle filled the kitchen air and it was you. It was surprising to feel this happy in a long time. You've been so busy with KSI that you neglected your miniature family. Marquette heard you and waved to you as he continued with breakfast.

"We wanted this to be a surprise for you!" D-Jay caught that and turned to wave at you before jumping ten feet away from the bacon. You burst out laughing, causing your other two friends to laugh out as well. For once this felt right. It was nice to be in their presence and connect with them. Their aura was friendly and comforting. They cared for you and you cared for them.

Softly a "ding!" sounded through the atmosphere and Marquette took the plate of (y/f/b/f) out of the *oven. The aroma was overwhelming. Smiling sweetly at your friends, you decided to help out and grabbed the plates, silverware, and glasses from an overhanging cabinet. You designed this wreck yourself and remodeled it. The kitchen cabinets were a beautiful (c) with shiny (m/c) knobs. The floors were a nice shiny (f/c).

You walked into the living room, placing the utensils on the (c/t/m). D-Jay and Marquette followed behind you later with the food. Your mouth watered hungrily for the food. Seeing that they didn't bring out any coffee or drinks for that matter, you pried yourself away from the tasty food and trudge over with heavy legs.

'Darn! I thought I was well rested.' Reaching the fridge, you pried it open and winced on what was inside. Barren. Devoid of food and drink alike. Looks like you have to go grocery shopping soon. That was if you guys were still going to be around to do such a thing.

You saw the coffee pot over to the side and took it. You knew Marquette wasn't supposed to have any since it'd make him uncontrollable hyper activity. A face palm to the forehead later you realized you hung around with the scientists at KSI for way too long. Walking back with the coffee pot in hand, those two laid out your breakfast, you seated in between them on the couch. It was hard to resist a teasing eye roll. They fought over who got to sit next to you like at a school cafeteria or by mom at a dinner table.

Setting the coffee on the coffee table, you sat in between them and started eating. The (y/f/b/f) was delicious! The food just oozed across your tongue and officially you are in heaven! Your friends are here with you and you're eating your favorite breakfast in the entire world!

You were enjoying the food and your friends were as well. Although Marquette was a troublemaker, he made really good food; sometimes even better than you! The silence didn't even last that long and you were glad it ended. This was too awkward.

"So…did something happen at the company?" Marquette asked unsure and trying to avoid bringing up the obvious subject on how you got fired. Silverware clacked against the plates and D-Jay reached over, smacking the kid upside the head.

"Marquette!"

"It's okay." You were calm. Eerily calm and that made both of your friends jump in surprise. They knew with that tone of voice, this was a serious situation. Finishing your equally shared breakfast, you dabbed the corners of your mouth with a napkin, and turned to the worry painted on Marquette's face. You gently patted him on the head and looked to D-Jay who looked like he was ready to fight.

Good.

You rose to your feet and pulled out your two cylinders that formed your hologram tablet. They looked at it and before you showed them, you heard a rustling in the bushes. Your friends looked at the screen door that led to the bush and D-Jay quietly strolled to the screen door, he tried to open it quietly but because it was so old, it screeched pretty loudly. There was shuffling in the bushes again and D-Jay body slammed the bush.

"OUCH!" came a scream. You immediately got up and stormed to the bush. You knew exactly who the hell these people were. They were your nosy neighbors. Ever since they found out you were biologically Joyce's niece, they thought on trying to scam you for money by claiming they were your relatives on your mother's side. There was a problem with that: your grandparents on your mother's side only had two children. After that scam failed, they tried to file police reports and tried lawsuits to sue you for every penny you owned. They obviously failed. Now they were going after information that flew out of your mouth for their own purpose.

Reaching into the bushes, you hauled out the female ringleader, (f/n/n) and D-Jay grabbed her lover, (m/n/n). They were borderline rednecks. They wanted to be rednecks yet they wanted to be rich and live in higher society. Thus borderline redneck. They were filthy; all covered in dirt, hair plastered to their head, and their eyes shot daggers at you three. Marquette hid behind D-Jay, and trembled. Apparently it was triggering a mental session.

You threw (f/n/n) back into the bush and snarled, "Well if it isn't (f/n/n), trying to sue me out of my possessions again?" She tossed her (h/c) hair back and her (e/c) just poured anger into your soul. Her lover was just the same; he also threw his (h/c) back and glared his (e/c) eyes into D-Jay's sunglasses.

"I like how you two try anything to get dirt on us," D-Jay hissed, cracking his knuckles before pushing a hand behind him. It was symbolic for "stay away from us". You pulled out your cellphone and flipped it open, [you had a flip phone for conserving money and plus you just didn't see a use for the IPhones'.] (F/n/n) had her eyes wide opened and stammered, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh I will dare! This is the twentieth time you have trespassed on private property and not to mention I could pretty much sue you for a lot for the trespassing and the fact you are causing somebody harm right now." When it came to your friend's well being, you were fiercely protective of them, especially Marquette. (M/n/n) growled and before he could go head-to-head with D-Jay in a full out brawl, (f/n/n) grabbed his arm and haughtily said, "Fine. We'll leave these greedy people to their fancy toys. We better get back and help mama with her oxygen pump. She'll not make it long enough to see us get married."

You rolled your eyes. They were trying to guilt trip you into giving them money. You knew that they lived alone on a farm that was handed down from generation to generation. They lived a few miles off from the main road. They lived to the east and judging by the mud that hid their blood stains, they tracked through their swamp and encountered your barb wired fence.

The couple threw one last glare at you before they turned on their heels and hurried to their property, whispering excitedly between one another. You grinned. Those dumb hicks. They didn't see that you had placed surveillance on certain parts of your property and that you're compiling ways to sue them for trespassing. Actually you were thinking of ways to petition them to get off their land since they've been causing some other people grief too. The police would be happy to evict them especially with all the fake lawsuits and other misdeeds.

Turning to Marquette, you put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it, trying to somehow send reassurance to his soul.

"You feeling alright?"

"Y-yeah. I-I'll be okay." He stammered, obviously trying to brush it off like nothing happened. You frowned. He never told you guys what happened to him before and after you joined the military experiment. He was one of the recruits like you except he seemed like a drone then. Simply obeying orders until you showed him about being human. He looked healthier afterwards and more joyful. I mean now he was healthy and happy most of the time but to be honest, he was afflicted with a hybrid mental illness.

You coaxed him into a side hug and looked to the pickup. Alarms ran through your head.

The duffel bag was gone!

Oh you are so screwed if (f/n/n) and (m/n/n) had gotten their hands on it, they'd now have a reason to send the cops over! There were drugs in there and with over a million dollars in cash, they'd be happy to frame you for drug dealing. This wasn't good! This wasn't good at all! You ran to the pickup and threw open the doors to see if you might've put it in one of the seats. It wasn't here.

Before you could chase after your nosy neighbors, D-Jay laughed, "Don't worry, (f/n) I took them to the "room." The cash is safe and you won't have those two wannabe's trying to get you into a courtroom again." You breathed a sigh of relief. The room your friend was talking about was part of the design of the house. There was a secret passageway concealed by a certain cabinet and it led to the supposed basement where you stockpiled a bunch of money and other items you were not willing to share with anybody. Especially your uncle. That was the last person who needed to go inside that basement.

You peered over to the side and saw the couple at the tree line before the forest that dominated part of their property engulf their silhouettes. Looking back at your friends, you signaled them to follow you into the barn. They obeyed quietly, following you. Inside, it looked like a plain barn. You hit a button on the side and a monitor appeared in front of you. Pulling out your holographic tablet, you plugged part of it into a little module to the side. Before you turned it on, you looked at your friends who looked confused.

"I hacked the company computers. It isn't for financial gain. Quite the opposite. There were rumors going around of my uncle working with CIA to hunt down Decepticons."

"And it's bad why?" Marquette asked. He routed for the Autobots and his face fell when you replied softly, "I think they're hunting Autobot's as well." You turned on the screen.

"So are we in danger?" D-Jay asked. You nodded. The tablet screen popped up and you started going through the files looking for clips. You found them and grouped them together. Before you could start, D-Jay sidled up next to you.

"Are we in for some homework?" That was keyword for hacking and finding out more information on this event.

"Definitely." The videos blew up full screen and some were projected around the room. It was filled with brightly colored robots crying out their names and being shot to death before shots finished their life forces and Lockdown came into view. Marquette looked shocked and D-Jay was stunned.

"We are going to be in for a lot of homework."

A bunch of more gunshots directed your attention to a huge red robot. There were heavy footsteps and in stepped Lockdown. He was talking to him in their native language. Obviously the red robot was defiant. With a cold look plastered on his face, Lockdown finished him by grabbing his spark and ripping it out of his chestplates.

"A lot of homework."

Alright I'm going to clear up some things. We'll start with the asteris (*). In my family if we have hot food that is still cooking and the already prepared food was going to get cold due to the still cooking food, we turn the oven on to low and put the food in there so they stay warm.

Also the neighbors are up to your imagination along with the house since I don't want to dictate too much on what the minor details are. The friends D-Jay and Marquette are my OC's so IF YOU BORROW, YOU MUST ASK FOR PERMISSION AND CANNOT STEAL. I OWN THEM! (Plus I imagine them in this fic. So just send your comments or requests about them in my PM or the review section.) Goodnight everybody! Peace out!