The drive to the Witwicky residence was a short one. Optimus Prime was in the lead, followed by Ironhide, then Bumblebee and us, with Ratchet not too far behind. Jazz was in the rear, most likely watching our backs for Decepticons. Either they had some way to communicate silently, or they had access to Google Maps. Otherwise, it would be super creepy that Optimus knew the way to Sam's house… I stared straight ahead, trying to absorb the sudden information and come to terms with it. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as we park in an alley next to a cozy two-story house. Sam got out of the car, and I could see him shaking with nerves.

"I need you to stay here, alright?" he instructed nervously. "You gotta stay here and you gotta watch them."

"Okay. Okay." Mikaela accepted.

"All of them." Sam continued babbling. "Do you hear what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, okay. Okay? Go!"Mikaela shooed him off.

"Five minutes. Alright?" Sam started for his house.

I could faintly hear him talking to a man on his porch, but my attention my focused on my cousin. Mikaela sat down heavily on the hard ground, putting her head between her knees. Ratchet's 'eyes' widened, and he looked to me, as if asking permission. I shook my head and he turned his head away slightly. I cautiously approached Mikaela and put my hand on her tan shoulder. I sat down on the damp grass, and wrapped my arms around my cousin as she wept. Her shoulder shook and I simply held her. 'She's reached her breaking point.'

Behind me, I could here the Autobots shifting awkwardly as pistons pumped quietly. Mikaela stopped crying, wiping her cheeks as she recovered from her small breakdown. Optimus must have decided that he was done waiting because he stepped over the fence and signaled the rest of the Autobots forward. Bumblebee immediately began to tiptoe around the side of the house. My cousins head immediately shot up. I made an aborted motion to stop the mechanical beings, but I cut myself off. Mikaela had no such reservations. "NO!" she hissed desperately. "NO! We've gotta stay here! If five AUTOBOTS start walking around in the middle of SUBURBIA there's gonna be a riot! If you wanna-" Mikaela shook her head. "You just gotta stay quiet and out of sight!" Optimus looked down at her for a moment.

"They will not see us."

As if on cue, Sam came running around the corner.

"What- what are you doing, what are you doing?" he immediately began to freak out. "NO! No, watch the path! Watch the path! WATch the p…. pleasepleaseplease." Optimus glanced down at him and stepped on the fountain.

"Oops… Sorry. My bad." Optimus rumbled flatly. Optimus cautiously lifted his foot, like someone who had stepped in dog poop, and a few pieces of debris clattered onto the sad pile of crushed cement. Sam began yelling.

"Uhg. I- You couldn't- You couldn't wait for five- You couldn't wait for FIVE MINUTES!? I told you to just stay put! Just STAY PUT! Oh God!" Sam turned toward my cousin, ready to continue ranting. "I told you to WATCH them! I told you to-"

"OKAY. You know what," I defended her. "They seem to be seem to be in a bit of a rush, so if-" This time, Sam interrupted me, as his gaze slid to something behind me. He paled.

"Oh this is so bad…. Oh no.. No!" Sam rushed past me. "MOJO! MOJO! OFF! Off the robot! Oh GOD!" A brown chihuahua was taking a leak on Ironhide's foot.

"Urgh. Wet." Ironhide grumbled as his face plates shifted in disgust.

The broad bot looked down at Sam as the boy dove and scooped up the small dog. I felt bad for both the hysteric boy and the disgusted Autobot.

"You have a rodent infestation..." Ironhide began.

"A WHAT?! NOnonono! EASY, easy!" Sam cut him off. "Hold on, HOLD! This is Mojo. This is Mojo. He's a pet . He's a pet. Okay? That's it. If- if you could just put the guns away- Put the- Put the guns away. Please?" Sam shied away from the spinning cannons.

"...Shall I terminate?"

"NO! NO! No, no. He- He's not a rodent. He's a chihuahua. A small dog, he's my chihuahua. We love chihuahuas. Don't we?" Sam looked to me and Mikaela for help. She nodded, but I just shrugged awkwardly.

"It leaked lubricants all over my foot." Ironhide glared at the small dog.

'Anything is a good reason to shoot a chihuahua, but this takes the cake.'

"He peed on you?! Bad Mojo! Bad Mojo!" Sam shook his dog, and I saw Mikaela turn away for a moment. Her shoulders shook before she composed herself and turned back around. Just in time to hear Ironhide.

"Bad Mojo!" He repeated. She whipped back around and tried to muffle her giggles. I slowly rubbed her back as a few snorts escaped her.

"I'm sorry. He's got a male dominance thing. That's all it is." Sam explained. Mikaela's giggles got worse, and I let out a small snort of my own.

"Urgh. My foot's gonna rust."

"OK. All right. Shhhhhhhhh!" Sam shot off towards his house, dodging the various Autobots. "SHHHHHH! Shut up and hide!" Sam called out again.

"Just hurry." Optimus grumbled irritably. Mikaela calmed down again, so I turned back to Ironhide. I slowly walked up the angry Autobot.

"Ironhide? Do you want me to wipe that off?" I called up to him softly, pointing to his foot. The bot paused, considering and nodded. I jogged over to a nearby shed and fished out a used rag. Jogging back to him, I began wiping where the dog had peed.

"Hey Ironhide," I started conversationally. He looked down at me. "When your cannons aren't pointed at me, they're actually pretty cool." Finished cleaning his foot, I smiled up at the bot's shocked face. Before he could say anything, I ran back to the shed and put away the rag. Finished with my self appointed task, I made my way back to my cousin, who was standing quietly near Optimus and Ratchet.

"Autobots, recon." I heard Optimus order. The five instantly scattered and started meandering around the yard. I covered my eyes and shook my head in exasperation. Mikaela kicked my shin, so I retaliated with a light shove. Optimus rolled his eyes at our antics, before he offered us his hand.

"Climb on." He whispered shortly. My cousin and I obeyed, clambering on. We held tight as he raised us into the air. My heart started to pound and my breaths shortened. Luckily, we were at Sam's window in no time. Mikaela shuffled in, and I followed her example as my entire body quaked. 'I hate heights…'

"Wha- what's this?" Sam questioned.

"Time is short."

"They really want those glasses," Mikaela elaborated with a shrug.

"Please hurry," Optimus whispered as he peered into the cluttered room.

Sam began rummaging through his stuff, and I dodged to the left, barely avoiding getting hit by flying debris. He popped back up, breathless with sweat beading on his brow.

"Okay," he hissed. "Yeah, no. No, it's definitely gone."

"What?" I yelped.

"What do you mean." Mikaela questioned.

"My glasses- my glasses were in the bag. They were in the backpack, and now the backpack isn't here." He gesticulated wildly with his hands.

"Well, they're gonna be pissed," Mikaela paused. "So... so what do you want to do?"

Sam looked around frantically, visibly freaking out. He started talking again, but I wasn't listening.

'Maybe he just is panicking and forgot where he put it?' Suddenly an idea came to mind. A crazy, but simple plan. Mothers always seem to know where their kid's stuff is…..

"Sam! What's your science teacher's name and period?" I questioned him. He looked baffled, but he answered my random question.

"Mr. Meeks, 2nd period… Why?"

I decided not to answer him as I leaned out his bedroom window.

"Optimus!" I whisper yelled.

"What? Did he find it?"

"Not yet…. But I have an idea if you can get me down."

"Very well." Optimus accepted quietly, raising his hand to where I crouched on Sam's windowsill. I tried not to panic this time, and I carefully clambered onto the massive appendage, holding tight as he lowered it to the ground. I slid off, thanked him, and ran to the front door. I rang the doorbell, and tried to straighten my dirty clothes as I waited impatiently. The door swung open, and I was looking up into the face of a tired middle aged man. Plastering a bright smile on my tired face, I quickly greeted him.

"Hi! My name is Kat. I'm a classmate of Sam's. I'm sure he's told you about me? Anyways, I was gone the other day for an orthodontist appointment to get my braces off. Sam was super awesome, and offered to take notes for me."

"It's really late…" Sam's dad trailed off suspiciously.

"I know! I'm so sorry. I was caught up at work after school, and I just got off. Anyways, Sam texted me earlier that he had a worksheet from Mr. Meeks in his backpack as well as notes."

Mr. Witwicky perked up at the mention of work, appeased.

"Sure. Come on in. I'll get Judy, my wife. She'll probably know where Sam's backpack is."

Giving a relieved smile, I stepped into the house as Sam's father turned away to fetch his wife. In no time at all, I was in the kitchen with Judy and a plain backpack. Sam's dad had gone upstairs to talk to Sam. I was rummaging through it under her scrutiny and I saw the glasses. Instead of grabbing them right away, I instead snagged a white science binder. There was a crash upstairs and Judy turned away for a moment. Taking the opportunity presented, I snagged the glasses and shoved them where they would be well protected.

Judy turned to watch me again just in time for me to grab some notes and a random worksheet. I grinned at her, about to thank her as her eyes slid past me. She stared out the window in vague confusion. I whipped around, expecting to see the Autobots, but it was worse. Men in black suits roamed across the yard.

"Ron, there's guys all over the front yard!" Judy exclaimed.

She rushed up the stairs to get her husband, so I quickly adjusted the glasses as they were poking me. She came back down with her husband, Sam, and Mikaela in tow. Mikaela was blushing awkwardly and I gave her a funny look. The group trooped towards my in the kitchen, and I gave Sam a small nod. He looked at me blankly.

"Hey Sam! I found the notes for Mr. Meeks class, thanks for those," I greeted them with false cheer. Realization dawned on Sam's face, followed by relief. The relief didn't last long, as the a fist began to pound heavily on the door.