Aloha! I am once again updating early for two reasons:

1. I am one of the main organizers of the year 9 masquerade formal, and will be extremely busy until Thursday

2. I will be spending all day Tuesday out at the reefs with a group of hyper/tired (because we have to be at the bus by 5am to get to the Whitsundays by 6am) teens... so not looking forward to the bus ride (though my friend and I have come up with a few ideas of making the trip more... exciting *evil grin*)

Awards night went off without a hitch, and I actually won one of the special awards- the time management award (basically given to the person with the busiest life but still manages to keep their high grades), so I'm really proud of myself. Now onto the reviews...

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MissShelz: yes, Trent is a moron, and I'm glad I got the chance to make the twins beat him up. I despise bullies, havving been bullied for most of my years of schooling. It's quite fun taking all your anger out on a certain character, actually. I recommend it to all writers :)

Noella50881:I have a funny feeling that Ironhide would actually be rather proud- after all, he taught them everything they know about fighting. Besides, he could be considered a hypocrite if he got up them. Thanks for your reviews so far- they actually inspired the bit at the end of the chapter (though while it isn't Ironhide reprimanding the twins, I think you'll enjoy it) :D

Autobot Firekat:I will :) thanks for the review.

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Listening to: Poker Face, Lady Gaga

After the twins had returned to their warehouse the night had passed quickly. Ironhide and Jazz were out but they could hear Ratchet muttering curses at them in Cybertronian while he polished his favourite throwing wrench. Sideswipe had made a smart remark along the lines of 'language, Hatchet,' and he spent the next hour hiding in his loft. While Sides was doing that, Sunny was trying to weasel out of Ratchet why he was so agitated at Jazz and Ironhide. All he got was a glare in response.

Optimus was also acting strangely, shooting glances at them, as if debating something. Suddenly he had sighed and dimmed his eyes slightly, signalling he was comming another Autobot. Ratchet had growled when that happened and even glared at his leader! Sunny had scampered up to join his twin after that.

The rest of the night was spent lazing around. Sideswipe was watching an action movie, occasionally grabbing a notebook and pen to write down some sort of prank idea. Sunstreaker had resorted to drawing their cars in his sketchbook, even going so far as to draw them as Autobots. Sideswipe had looked over at one point at the picture and grinned, knowing exactly what was going on in his twin's mind. He felt a pang of longing that wasn't his own but ignored it, thinking it was just mistaken for another feeling. After all, Sideswipe hadn't felt like that in ages.

Sideswipe had ignored that incident and put it at the back of his mind. He didn't think it was important.

The twins went to sleep around midnight, but were woken again at around three AM when Jazz and Ironhide came back. They paid no mind to the Cybertronian muttering as they were too drowsy to care. So instead, they went back into a fitful sleep. The twins dreamt of battles they had never fought, deaths they never witnessed, separations that never happened. These weren't new nightmares- the third one especially was one that frequently occurred, but it still bothered them nonetheless.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe woke up around ten AM. After all, it was the weekend- they deserved a sleep-in! They got dressed in identical outfits: black jeans, grey tops with Autobot symbols (a gift from Jazz) and black leather jackets. The only difference in outfits was the shoes- Sunny had yellow converse high-tops while Sides had red.

Once they were all ready they called for Ironhide –who happened to be the closest Autobot- to help them down. Ironhide chuckled as he raised his hand. The bot himself was a little over two stories tall so it was a bit of a jump but after doing it for so long it didn't faze the twins. Once they were down on the ground the weapons specialist winked at them, leaving the twins quite confused. Before they had time to ponder Ironhide's strange action, Jazz had walked up to them, a swagger in his step.

"Heya!" Jazz called.

"'Sup? Why are you so overly cheerful this morning? Did a new Pontiac come out or something?" Sideswipe asked.

Jazz grinned a little more and replied "As a matter o' fact, there is a new one out dere. But dat's not why Imma so cheerful. Tap da Autobot symbol on da steering wheel five times, but make sure ya do it outta base! Seeya glitches!" And with that Jazz walked off.

Sideswipe unfroze and muttered to his brother "This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder. What was that about anyway?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Sunstreaker replied, "but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the cars. How 'bout we have breakfast and then check it out?"

Sideswipe agreed to the idea and so they had a hurried breakfast of pop-tarts and mountain dew, all the while thinking of how Ratchet would have a fit if he knew what they were eating for the most important meal of the day. Once they were done they hopped into their respective cars and immediately noticed the Autobot symbol on the steering wheels.

As soon as they were out of the warehouse, Sideswipe activated the internal comm. system in the car and locked onto Sunstreaker's signal. "Where do you wanna head to?" Sides asked once he established contact.

"How about we go to that abandoned parking lot on the other side of town? It's close to the highway but no one ever goes there," came Sunstreaker's voice from the radio.

"Race ya!" And they were off once again, neck and neck most of the way. It was only when there were single lanes that one was in front of the other, and even then they were trying to overtake each other. They had barely avoided a cop car that happened to be patrolling around. Both twins shivered when they passed it, but wrote it off as a fear of getting a ticket. They were so distracted that they didn't see the symbol of an angular face or the drivers' suspicious looks.

It was around eleven AM when they finally got to the abandoned parking lot because the traffic was so bad. It didn't help that people stopped or slowed down when they saw the Lamborghinis, just to get a look.

The twins pulled up in two parking spots, once again a tie. After a bit of grumbling the doors opened and they stepped out of the vehicles. "So what was it Jazz said to do?" Sides asked, inspecting his tyres. He hadn't noticed it before then, but the tyres were actually professional racing standard. That explained why they could handle the corners at the speeds they went. He had to admire the autobots' thoughtfulness.

"Something about pressing the Autobot symbol on the steering wheel five times," Sunstreaker answered. Sideswipe shrugged and leaned back into his car to do as his twin said. There were a few clicks and a gasp, followed by an almost girlish squeal. Now Sunstreaker was curious. "What is it?"

Sideswipe poked his head out and grinned. "Try it in your own car!" So he did. Sunstreaker slid back into the yellow Lamborghini and tapped the alien face five times. The face lit up slightly, almost like it had scanned his finger print and a few clicks were heard. The passenger seat collapsed in on itself, but then a compartment slid open from the top. Inside there was a range of items that didn't really look alien. Sunny picked up a device that looked like one of Bumblebee's plasma cannons, only miniature and made into a gun. There was also a small metallic ball the size of a golf ball and what looked like a pair of leather fingerless gloves that went up to just past their wrist.

Sideswipe popped his head in and looked at Sunny's stuff. "Looks like we go the same things! I got a note with mine, though. Wanna see what it says?" Sides asked and Sunny looked up to get a glance of the note. It was written in Cybertronian so they wouldn't have to worry about a human decoding it.

"Sunstreaker and Sideswipe,

As you know, there is an intergalactic war going on and we fear it will reach earth very soon. As much as OP doesn't want to admit it, we know it's eventually going to become your war soon. So you need to defend yourselves, and we've provided weapons that will help.

To start with you have miniature –for us, anyway- plasma cannons. Because of the size, they won't be as powerful as ours but they could still do some considerable damage Cybertronians and humans. Please don't muck around with them, Ratchet and OP were very hesitant in giving these to you.

Next you have a special device that will admit an EMP (electro-magnetic pulse) blast. It won't down a Cybertronian but it's powerful enough to knock out military standard tech and maybe offline some Cybertronian weapons. It will however give them enough of a shock to get you out of there. Be warned- it can only be used once every forty-eight hours, so be very strategic when you do use it. To activate it, hold it tightly in your fist for three seconds and then throw it into the air as high as you can.

The last is a rather special gift from us. We won't say much, other than to train with them, that's the only way you can get better.

-Jazz and Ironhide."

"EMP blast? That will be dead useful," Sunstreaker mused. He was confused, however, about the gloves. Why would they need to train with gloves? Unless it was some sort of joke.

"I dunno, that plasma gun is pretty cool!" Sideswipe said, almost bouncing up and down. "Hang on a tick, I'll be back." Sideswipe ran to his passenger door and grabbed his items. He returned, putting the EMP ball in the inner pocket of his jacket and slipping the fingerless gloves on. "I wonder what these do… other than make a fashion statement," he wondered. He slipped the plasma gun in between his belt and his jeans, but made sure it was hidden by his jacket.

Sunstreaker put his own gloves on and stepped out of the car. "I have no idea." He clenched his fists tightly and suddenly-

CHINK!

Two blades, as long as his arm, appeared on Sunstreaker's arms. It started half-way up his arm and it ended quite a bit further away. They were almost like extensions of his arms. They were strapped to his wrists and his hands via the glove so he didn't have to hold onto them. He tapped them together and they made a satisfying ding!

"Whoa!" Sideswipe whispered and clenched his own hands tightly. Two blades identical to Sunstreaker's appeared on his arms.

"Sub-spacing," Sunstreaker muttered.

Sideswipe inspected his closer, noticing how they were mega sharp. The metal had a weird sheen to it, it looked nothing like the metals found on earth. "Hey Sunny?" Sideswipe asked.

"Yes? And don't call me that!"

Sideswipe ignored the second part and continued. "I think they're made of some type of Cybertronian alloy… Cybertanium I think. They're harder and sharper than anything else I've seen on earth."

Sunstreaker processed his twin's statement and nodded slowly. It made sense, and besides, he couldn't think of any Earth metals that could sub-space as well as Cybertronian metals could. On closer inspection, Sunstreaker saw that the blades had microscopic Cybertronian glyphs carved into them. Sunstreaker, his name in Cybertronian was one of them and Sideswipe was another but he couldn't figure out the others. He shared this discovery with Sideswipe, who also had no clue as to what the other markings meant.

"I think we should practice with them," Sunstreaker said slowly after a few minutes of inspecting the blades. The blades themselves were not heavy, but not feather-light either- they were the perfect weight. They were just a bit wider than his arm, but not so wide as to become cumbersome. "However, because of how sharp they are, we're gonna have to be extra careful."

Sideswipe, in a rare moment of wisdom said "Why don't we just try and re sub-space them first? That way, if someone shows up, we can get them out of the way quickly." Sunstreaker quickly agreed, surprised that he hadn't thought of that himself.

They got it after a few minutes. It was all a matter of willing them to do as they wanted. They also worked on getting it so that they didn't appear every time they clenched their fists. After all, that would get extremely annoying over time. Once they could fluently and consistently get the blades to come and go, they started sparring slowly, careful not to hit each other. During their slow match, Sideswipe had accidently hit an abandoned car with his blade. They were both surprised and very scared that it cut through the metal like it was melted butter. They were both overly cautious after that.

Eventually the twins got more daring and started using more aggressive moves against each other. The first came from Sunstreaker, who tried a fast underhand blow. Sideswipe parried it to the side easily and soon they were back to their original standard. The clinks of metal hitting metal became louder and faster as time went on.

They were forced to stop when they heard someone chant 'oh god, oh god, oh god,' over and over again. There was the sound of an engine and a sigh of relief. The twins quickly sub-spaced their blades and looked at the time: it was around three PM. They had been at it for almost four hours!

There was some more yelling, a familiar voice babbling to an officer who wasn't responding by voice. The twins glanced at each other, once again reaching the conclusion at the same time. Sam. They were startled back into reality when they heard familiar clicks and whirrs. Eyes widened and the twins crawled behind a car. They raised their head so they could see what was going on. What they saw shocked them.

It was an unfamiliar vehicle with an all too familiar symbol transforming and scaring the crap out of Sam.

"Are you username Ladiesman217?" It growled.

Sam looked ready to faint. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Answer me! Are you username Ladiesman217? Where is the eBay item 21156? Where are the glasses?"

The glasses? The twins glance at each other. Why was a decepticon after some glasses? They were trying to figure it out through a silent conversation, so they didn't notice when Sam screamed at it and tried to get away. Sam and the decepticon ran past them, not even noticing them.

Coming to a silent agreement, the twins ran to their cars and strapped themselves in. "Follow them?"

"Follow them." Sunstreaker confirmed.

"I'll try and get a hold of Optimus," Sideswipe suggested as soon as they gunned out of the parking lot. He could see the back of the Police car as it sped after a yellow Camaro with racing stripes.

"Bee!" Sunstreaker yelled. Sideswipe was still trying to get the Autobot comms. to work. All he was receiving was static.

"Slaggit! The decepticon must have jammed the comms!" Sideswipe swore.

"Then how are we communic- pit spawned glitcher!" Sunstreaker screamed when the two cybertronians they were chasing took a sudden left turn. What the twins didn't realise –and probably wouldn't for a while- was that they weren't communicating through the radio. In fact, no sound was coming from the radio or communication devices what so ever.

The chase seemed to go on for ages, and it was dark by the time the twins were forced to turn off their engines so that the decepticreep wouldn't find them. They parked their vehicles behind a tool shed and slipped out. They could just see the police car drive straight past Bumblebee and his passengers, and then said Autobot come screaming out of the small alley and dump Sam and Mikaela out. Then, Bumblebee started transforming, while Sam and Mikaela looked on in shock. But they didn't have time to be shocked for long, because the Decepticon had launched a little minicon at them.

It ran at Sam who screamed girlishly. The twins wanted to help but were cautious in using the alien tech- they didn't want the decepticons connecting them to the Autobots and then capturing them and using them for ransom. They were forced to hide behind the tool shed, however, when Mikaela ran straight at them and into the shed. She ran back out, carrying a hand-held power saw. They knew she wouldn't be able to use it if she didn't have an opening so Sideswipe decided to help her out.

He grabbed the small metallic sphere from his pocket and held it tightly in his hand. "I guess it's time to find out the blast-range on this thing," he muttered to his brother before throwing the ball in his hand as high as he could. There was a high-pitch whine and then a tiny bang before all the lights were knocked out. A few minutes after that, the sounds of Cybertronians battling stopped. Sunstreaker's and Sideswipe's eyes widened and they poked their heads out the side of the building.

They were relieved to see Bumblebee retracting his battle mask and reverting his hand back to normal. He conversed with Sam and Mikaela through the radio, trying to explain with his limited vocabulary. After a few words were exchanged, Bumblebee had folded back into car form.

"Any more questions you wanna ask?" and he opened his door. Sam immediately started towards the yellow bot, but Mikaela hesitated and hissed at him. Sam said something to her that the twins weren't able to pick up before she entered the car herself.

Sideswipe looked to his twin and asked "Shall we follow?"

"We shall."

Quickly hopping back in their cars, the twins waited until Bumblebee was a safe distance away before following. They had to drive for about three miles before they saw sign of any electricity working. Sideswipe couldn't help but whistle.

The twins were driving through a tunnel when Bumblebee had passed them, on two wheels, going in the opposite direction. There was a brief flash before a brand new 2007 concept Camaro, yellow with black racing stripes drove back past them. Sideswipe laughed while Sunstreaker couldn't help but grin.

"What was that all about, Bee?" Sunstreaker asked through the now working Autobot comms.

"I thought I saw you two following. The human female made a comment of how I was a 'piece of crap Camaro'. I couldn't help but show her up," came the reply. The voice that came through the radio stunned the twins, because they had never heard Bumblebee's real voice. The comms. were the only opportunity one could have to hear it, because it was internal and didn't require the use of vocal processors. To them, he sounded slightly British and surprisingly older than they thought he would sound.

They didn't say anything for the rest of the trip. They just drove until Optimus Prime's voice came from the radio.

"Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, we will be meeting Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes alone. Please do not interfere. If you must follow –which I can sense you already are- then do it without alerting them to your presence."

The twins were a bit miffed but respected Optimus' wishes. "Can we ask why?" Sunstreaker asked, genuinely curious.

"The shock of meeting an alien race alone would be enough. To find out class mates were raised by said aliens might be a little much. Especially when Sam finds he holds the key to Earth's survival."

Sideswipe replied with "What?" But he got no answer. The twins reluctantly pulled up farther down the street the alley was connected to before stepping out. They made sure they had their EMP balls in their pockets and their plasma guns in their belts. The blade gloves had stayed on the whole time. The twins crept down the street and hid between a dumpster and an abandoned car where they had a clear view of Sam, Mikaela and Bumblebee and could tell that the two humans were hiding slight panic attacks. The twins shuddered- the alley that they were in was familiar. They thought about it for a few seconds before it dawned on them- it was the same alley that Ratchet had taken them to when they were eleven, showing them exactly where he found them. The dumpster that was helping to hide them from view was the very same dumpster in which the twins were abandoned in.

Before they could muse on the matter too much, three other vehicles pulled into the alleyway –Jazz could resist making a metal can fly their way in greeting- and a large semi-trailer drove in from the opposite direction. The semi-trailer stopped before it slowly transformed into the majestic leader of the Autobots. The sight would have been amazing to those who had never seen the transformation of the Autobot leader, all the parts constantly moving, shifting and turning, and sometimes it still amazed the twins. This was definitely one of those times. The other Autobots also transformed, though Jazz did show off a little.

"Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendant of Captain Archibald Witwicky?" Optimus asked, once finished forming his bi-pedal mode.

Mikaela gripped Sam's hand tighter before whispering "They know your name."

"Yeah?" Sam asked nervously.

"My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron."

"But you can call us Autobots for short," Ratchet added.

"What's crackin lil' bitches?" Jazz asked, before jumping onto the abandoned car the twins were hiding behind and lounging on it. The silver 'bot whacked the twins lightly on the heads as he did, but considering they were supposed to be hiding, the two could do nothing in retaliation.

"My first lieutenant: designation Jazz," Optimus supplied.

"This looks like a cool place to kick it," Jazz said, as if he hadn't been on earth for seventeen years already. Or he could've just been talking about the car he converted to his own personal lounge.

"W-where did he learn to talk like that?" Sam asked.

"Us," Sunstreaker muttered, but was silenced again when Jazz indiscreetly whacked him over the head lightly with a clawed finger.

"We learnt earth languages through the world wide web," Optimus told Sam, as if it was normal for aliens to learn the language through the internet. "My, weapon's specialist, Ironhide," Prime continued, gesturing towards said bot. There was the sound of clicking before Sam and Mikaela were cowering under Ironhide's cannons.

"You feelin' lucky, punk?" Sideswipe had to put his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing at Sam and Mikaela's faces."

"Easy, Ironhide," Optimus reprimanded and Ironhide's face fell slightly.

"Just kidding. I just wanted to show 'em my cannons," Ironhide shrugged. Sam gulped visibly and Sideswipe again had to make a conscious effort to keep from laughing.

Optimus continued with the introductions. "My chief medical officer, Ratchet."

Ratchet sniffed the air and stated "The boy's pheromone levels indicate he wants to mate with the female." That time, both twins were furiously biting their cheeks to keep from laughing out loud. They were both shaking and laughing silently, and even Jazz was trying not to laugh as well. The twins had definitely rubbed off on Ratchet: the CMO knew what was appropriate in conversation and what wasn't, so that little statement was definitely akin to the twins' mischief.

"And I believe you've met your guardian Bumblebee," Optimus finished.

"Bumblebee? You're my guardian?" Sam asked, repeating what the regal leader just told him.

Bumblebee nodded and started doing a little dance and sung "check on the rep, yep, second to none." Ratchet pointed one of his laser scanners at Bumblebee's throat and Bumblebee coughed.

"He damaged his vocal processors in battle. I'm still working on them," Ratchet mumbled.

Mikaela nodded and turned back to Optimus. "Why are you here?" she asked, being almost braver that Sam in their situation.

The twins watched as Optimus went on to explain the Allspark, the decepticons and even Megatron. He had used his holographic projector to aide his explanation- something Sideswipe was grumpy about: none of the Autobots did that for them!

"Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival," Optimus finished while the rest of the Autobots stood up straight, looking impressive and intimidating.

"But no pressure," Sunstreaker muttered quietly.

Mikaela gulped and said "Please tell me you still have those glasses."

EXTRA: Ratchet's responce...

Ironhide and Jazz, two well known Autobots with fierce reputations were currently waiting for Optimus to talk to them after gathering large amounts of data. In all of their vorns of living, the sabotuer and the weapons specialist had never looked more like, well, two children who were planning something they knew would get them in trouble. Optimus' vision cleared, and when he saw the two, he knew immediately that he wouldn't like what they were about to propose to him. Thinking of getting the whole ordeal that was to come done quickly, he nodded at them in indication that they should procede.

"Prime, we had an idea-" Jazz started but was cut off.

"Jazz had the idea," Ironhide stated firmly, as if he was telling Prime that he had no hand in it whatsoever.

"Ok, I had da idea and Hide has fully agreed wid it and think's it's great..." Jazz trailed off, not too sure if he wanted to go on. Prime nodded encouragingly albeit slightly hesitantly. "We should give da twins Cybertronian weapons," he said in a rush, less confident in the idea now he was face-to-face with their leader.

"WHAT!" all three bots cringed. Ironhide and Jazz had poor foresight, and had allowed Ratchet to be in hearing distance while they told Optimus about the idea. "Did you fry your processors while you were out! Of all the stupid ideas..." the medic growled as he menacingly stomped into view. The glare he was sending all of them was more terrifying than facing Unicron alone in the middle of space, a Unicron that hadn't gobbled up a world in several vorns.

A wrench had appeared in Ratchet's servos, but before he had a chance to throw it at anybot, Optimus put a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Ratchet. While I agree with you slightly about it being a bad idea, we haven't heard the reason."

Ratchet glared at the leader for a moment before turning his stony look to the now terrified spy and warrior. "W-well, the reason for this being, is that eventually the Deceptiscum will find out about their relationship with us, and they'll need a way to defend themselves..." Ironhide trailed off weakly, trying and failing to avoid the glare of the medic. Jazz had nodded along beside him the whole time, showing that this was indeed what he was thinking. Optimus stared at the two for a moment, conflict in his optics. On one servo, it would help the twins defend themselves against those who would wish to harm them. On the other servo, it was the twins they were talking about, and they were only younglings.

"I will think about it," he finally allowed and immediately moved away from Ratchet. Said medic was currently in a state of anger that put him beyond words. Why hadn't Optimus flat out refused the glitching slaggers? His facial expression was both hilarious and terrifying at the same time.

Ironhide, in a moment of complete idiocy, whistled lowly. "I think the Hatchet's maad-"

THWACK!

The topkick hissed in pain and his optics crossed immediately to the source. A wrench quivered right between his optics, lodged into his helm. Ironhide did the cybertronian equivalent of a gulp, before turning and high-tailing it out of there. Rathet turned to Jazz, who was hiding behind Optimus' legs. "I'll give you are second's head start. It was your idea, after all." Jazz poked his head out from behind the leader, who's battle mask had slipped over his mouth without anybot noticing. The silver mech nodded furiously, before running out and transforming, wheels spinning furiously. Another CLANG was heard when a new wrench (the first was still stuck in Ironhide's helm) dented his bumper. Optimus slid out of the warehouse using the back loading docks before Ratchet noticed.

Listening to: Party Rock Anthem, LMFAO

That last part wasn't as funny as I thought it'd be... oh well.

The editting was rushed, because the rest of the family just arrived for a BBQ. Gotta run now, but don't forget to review!

-Greentree Frog