Chapter 6

Author's Note: With this chapter I really wanted to give a better look at the fact that Bonnie is an adult, she has like a whole decade on Sam and Mikaela and she's been making her way on her own for a while so she's not one of those naïve, childish adults. She actually knows shit, she knows the value of cautiousness and while she may not be able to acknowledge it herself, she notices things that other people are generally too arrogant to acknowledge. So yeah, just keep in mind she's not a child, she's actually been around. Ah, I don't know, just enjoy!

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I hadn't fully realised exactly how tired I was until I gave myself permission to close my eyes for a few moments. My exhaustion came crashing down like a tonne of bricks, knocking me out cold. I wasn't ashamed; I had been awake for about eighteen hours already, and had gone through significant emotional trauma during that time. I couldn't be blamed for being tired as fuck.

It sucked though, since apparently we were only two or three corners from where Sam lived. Seriously, that scrawny kid lived in one of those huge houses? I bet he was an only child too. Damn, I could have had the entirety of my family living in one of those places, extended kin included. Made the house I grew up in look like a ramshackle hovel for crying out loud. Ah, the injustices of modern society.

I jolted awake at the sound of the semi's brakes hissing and the engine rumbling – no growling – as it shifted into first gear and crept into the laneway that the properties backed onto. I felt cheated out of a nice nap, but secretly I was just glad I hadn't drooled on the nice alien robot.

"We've arrived," Optimus Prime said and I resisted the reflexive urge to roll my eyes and say 'no shit, Sherlock.' Instead I just shuffled to the edge of the seat as the door opened itself. I took a fleeting moment to blink in vain attempt to wake myself fully before swinging out the door and climbing down, just about stacking it in the end. That would have been the perfect addition to my day, sprawling on the damp, cold pavement in a skirt and thin shirt.

I drew myself up and walked towards the two teenagers who had just stepped out of the Camaro ahead of us, the rest of the 'bots pulling in and idling behind the red and blue semi. I took a moment to really look at the two teenagers who I had been forced into this debacle with.

They could not have been more different. Sam was jittery, uncertain, everything you would expect in a kid who'd been bullied their whole lives. You could see the way his eyes shone at the idea that he knew something, that he held something over the rest of the world, something that did not and perhaps would never know. It was a feeling of power, and you could just see that he'd never had something in his grasp like that. He could choose to help the aliens, who supposedly wanted to save our world, or he could hand them over to the government, sell out their kind to his own. In that moment he possessed more power than anyone else in the world and in truth, it frightened me. I couldn't presume to know what he would choose. Would he sell the Autobots out, expose them, thereby changing the world forever, for better or worse, and doing what some may suggest was his duty to his country, to his planet.

Or would he help the 'bots? They said they were working to save our world, but no doubt they were trying to save their own as well. The boy held the fate of two people in the palm of his hand. He held all the cards, all the power. He just didn't know it yet. His naivety could be the downfall or saving grace of two species. I prayed to a God I didn't really believe in that he would make the right decision, but then, what was the right decision? I had no idea, and I wasn't sure that he had actually made any kind of conscious decision. How was he supposed to choose? He didn't know what was right and what was wrong, what was truth and what was fiction. Not one of us humans knew. Were we supposed to be choosing between what we knew, what was familiar, or taking a leap of faith based on the words of an apparently gentle alien robot? It was enough to make ones brain collapse into a squirming pile of mush.

Mikaela. Now that I was looking at her again I was able to see past the fear of being squished, the fear of the unknown that was in her every glance and gesture. She played her game well that girl, but I wasn't ever going to believe that she was as dependent on a male presence as she seemed fond of pretending to be. The way she clung to Sam's arm, looked to him for guidance, it was simply what was expected of her, a farce that she played. I could see the falsity of it as soon as Sam dashed away to his house, leaving her and me to 'watch them.' She played the part of a dependent, foolish girl well enough, but I had seen others play the role, had done it myself for a while there. There was sharpness in her gaze, a gaze that looked, speculated and analysed. The grease around her fingernails was a dead giveaway that she wasn't the air-headed princess she seemed to portray.

They were just teenagers, just kids, but there was so much more, just as there is with everyone. Hopefully whatever else was in them was enough to save our world rather than condemn it. Hell, I was realistic; I wasn't going to be of any great help. I couldn't even pinpoint a single one of my skills or characteristics that were at all beneficial in the current scenario.

I spun around and watched with wide eyes as Prime unfolded himself from his vehicular form, standing in full view of anyone in the nearby vicinity. And by vicinity, I mean anyone in the freaking neighbourhood! I hadn't got a proper appreciation for exactly how tall the alien leader was before but man, he was massive!

Mikaela was squeaking out something that sounded like 'stop, stop! Fucking crouch down or something!' whilst running around flapping her hands and trying not to get flattened as he quite literally stepped over the tall, privacy fence of the Witwicky's backyard. I just stared. What else was I suppose to do? The guy was 30-odd feet of metal and badass-ness.

I didn't really start to have too much of a panic attack until I heard the hauntingly familiar hissing, whirring and clunking of more Autobot's transforming. Four of them to be exact. That is to say, all of them!

"No, no!" I twisted my hands into my hair hoping to relieve to some of the mounting pressure on my poor brain. "This can't be happening. Someone is totally going to notice five massive robots walking around…"

"Hey! Bonnie!" I heard Mikaela whisper shout and glanced at her, realising she was several metres away and leaning through the gate that lead into Sam's backyard. I jogged down after her, grimacing as my horrid black shoes rubbed on the back of my feet again, the thin black stockings doing nothing in the way of cushioning. 'Don't worry,' my boss had said, 'we provide the whole uniform so that everyone looks impeccable.' If I ever saw him again I was gonna ram my foot and its cheap fucking shoe up his ass.

I followed Mikaela through the gate, pretending not to notice the now-unlocked padlock hanging loose from the chain. What the girl did in her spare time was none of my business.

We rounded the edge of a tall hedge, frantic knowing that the 'bots were on the move and Sam's whispered shouts weren't making us feel anymore comfortable about what they were up to. I mean, really, what harm could a bunch of giant, metal robots do?

I just hoped nobody was going to ask me to pay for that fountain.

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Author's note: Short chapter. Please offer feedback? Much appreciation! The next part is probably my favourite in the whole movie, aside from the brief moment where all the 'bots are running around in their Protoforms. What's your favourite part of the movie?

Oh, and a reviewer raised a point in mentioning they would like to see Bonnie end up with Jazz. So, if you had to pick a partner for Bonnie based on what you know thus far, who would it be? Man or Machine XD Don't just limit it to the five 'bots we've already got running around either.