Is anyone here a big Dr. Who fan? Watched the entire fifth season with one of my BFFFFFFFF's yesterday. About 11 hours of awesome and no regrets.

Oh, and a brief not on the text discussion later:

Person #1: xxxxx

Person #2:**xxxxx

Example Discussion (insert your own dialogue where the x's are!):

xxx?

**xxxx!

...xx.

**xxxx!

Now you know! *imagine in Bill Nye voice for best effect*

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Transformers: The Eye of Icarus

Chapter Six: Woven Between Fingers

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Maybe that can help explain why I put everything in my rather normal life on hold and willingly flew half-way across the world into the hands, er, claws of a madman.

She pulled in front of her aunt's work a little bit before six, finding it hard to believe that she barely had enough time to get something to eat and drive over to meet up with her aunt after they released her. She put the car in park and rubbed her face, waiting for her to come outside. "I am such a bitch." She muttered, putting her forehead on the steering wheel. "Why do I let my emotions push and pull me along like that? And no, I will not accept the answer that 'I am a girl' because that isn't how I roll." She looked up at the door and saw no one emerge from the doors. She leaned back in her seat and looked at the ceiling of the car. She inhaled, smelling the odd mixture of new car and military diesel from the hanger. "Well, car, I guess we'll be hanging out for some time. But what should I tell my aunt? Coming back with a brand-new car isn't something one can ignore like getting new clothes. And you definitely aren't a hundred bucks either. I guess I better figure something out before she comes out."

Of course, she saw her aunt emerge from her office, distracted by something on her mind. Gloria scrambled out of her new car and called to her aunt to get her attention. "Aunt Kathy!"

She aunt turned, looking relieved and immediately walked towards her. "Thank goodness you're okay! I tried calling you three times! Where were you and why didn't you answer?"

"Sorry, my phone died. I went over to a friends house." She managed to give a sheepish smile.

"Really?" Her aunt inquired, crossing her arms and giving Gloria her famous 'I-am-not-impressed-by-your-act' look. Gloria stumbled over her words.

"Y-Yeah. He called me to come over. And he was heading out of town for a bit, so he gave me his car to look over." She pointed to the said vehicle. Her aunt gave it a disdainful sweep over it with her gaze.

"Well, you're a horrible liar just like my sister. But I guess you can use it as long it doesn't involve drugs or a gang. I'll meet you at home." She turned to leave.

"What? Aren't we supposed to go to the hospital?"

Her aunt stopped, looking at her. "I am, but you aren't. Grown-up stuff."

"No fair! I'm an adult too!" She stomped her foot on the concrete.

"And that attitude won't get you anywhere. Just go home; I'll be there later. Just be careful with that car of yours. There's plenty of food in the fridge and in the kitchen." She continued to the parking garage, leaving her behind.

"What happened?" Gloria dared to ask, but her aunt ignored her and disappeared. She watched her drive away, tires screeching on her classic car.

Angry, she stormed back to her car and got in. She turned the engine on, hearing the malevolent tone in the purr. She shifted out of park and immediately got on the highway. Pushing the engine, she quickly reached the speed limit but went no farther since she wasn't feeling that dangerous. "I am mature." She argued out loud, turning on the radio and blasting the channel it was on though she paid no attention to what was playing.

…..

She pulled up into the driveway and parked the car. She had turned the radio down and had calmed down. She sat back in the seat, looking at the roof again. She had nothing to do the rest of the night. Once more, she inhaled the noxious but appealing smell that lingered in the car.

"Okay," she patted the steering wheel, "so I guess I should leave you out here. Or should I leave you in the garage? But would my aunt be angry with that? Uncle isn't here, so would it be okay? I don't know." She rested her head on the steering wheel, looking at her legs. "I guess I'll just leave you outside, I don't want my aunt to be angry at me." She turned the car off and stepped outside, hugging herself in the cooler air with the sun setting. With no one in the cul-de-sac where her aunt lived, she giddily skipped around the car, examining its exterior and stopped in front of the hood. Despite the treatment during the day and having her eye taken, she honestly was excited over getting this car for the time being. Especially a very expensive car like the one she was now driving around town. "So, Mr. Car, my name is Gloria. And your name will be… well, I don't know yet." She scratched her head in thought. "I'll figure something out for you soon, okay? I mean, I won't have you for too long, but I think it's important for us to be friends while we're together. A name is important to share with friends; for example, my other car is named Bear.

"I suppose I should let you know that I do know you're a Corvette Stingray, a concept car from Chevrolet. I would like to thank my brother for the knowledge to identify cars. And some of the accessories people like to add to trick out their cars. And I may or may not know how to hotwire a vehicle because of him. Hmm, I wonder…"

She should have waited until morning to look when the light was good, but it was as tempting as a kid in a candy store where there were free samples. Opening the front door, she reached in and pulled the lever to open the hood.

"Alright, what's underneath?"

She stepped outside of the door and awkwardly moved between the hood and the car body that opened with the hinge on the front, not from the window like she had dealt with before. Pushing the hood forward, she examined the engine. It was rather impressive with what she could make out in the dying light. She pulled out something from her purse, a small Maglite, and shone it into the engine compartment to examine it more carefully.

"Looks like you've been messed with before. There under here than just a simple Corvette engine. Hmm… nitrous shots, but that isn't a bad thing. And I definitely don't think that many are even practical, let alone legal. Now, what's this? Is that some kind of modified air filter-"? She tugged at one of the wires, trying to move it so she could get a better look at what was below.

The car's alarm blared.

She startled, jumping back as the light slipped from her hand, clacking loudly against the concrete driveway. "Oh no!" Snatching the maglite back into her hands, she tried clicking it on, but found it wasn't working. Unscrewing the bottom, she slid the batteries out and put them back in. Crossing her fingers, she tried it again to find it still not working. Frowning, she looked at the car as it sat in her driveway, silent. "This is all your fault." She accused, pulling out the keys in her pocket and tossed them beside her purse on the ground, realizing that the fabric must have pushed the alarm button. Please let this work. You're my favorite maglite. She thought, smacking it against her palm a few times, the light flickering back on. She punched the air in triumph and turned her attention to the car hood but found it closed. "Weird." She noted, but went to the open door and unlocked the hood.

There was a moment of uneasy silence.

She frowned, and pulled it again. She heard the lever pull the latch back like it should, but the hood would not open. Stepping out of the car, she tried pulling the hood up herself but it wouldn't budge. She really hoped it wasn't broken. She walked back to the driver's seat and tried again, but still nothing.

"Come on, open up! I am getting cold and just want to finish looking under the hood!" Nothing.

"I swear I will ruin your paintjob if you don't open the hood!" She growled. Nothing again.

"Fine! I'm sorry! I have no intention to harm you Mr. Car! I just want another peek and then I'll leave you alone, I swear!"

Pop.

She looked up from the latch, seeing the hood up. Scrambling out from the seat, she examined the hood with some suspicion. She leaned over the engine and looked around with the maglite to see well. She peered around, seeing just what was with the engine, careful not to touch anything. Something caught her eye. They were the same strange letters that she had seen with her right eye the brief time she procured it. "What is that?" She whispered, leaning over it now, straining her eyes to make them out in the dark space of the engine even with the help of the light. For a brief moment, she understood it. "-Sideswipe?" She asked out loud, cocking her head to one side.

The roar of the engine made her shout in alarm as she fell on her butt. Maglite forgotten as it clattered on the ground and turned off.

She had never run so fast in her life to get inside.

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"Gloria, of all the people in the world, why are you sleeping behind the couch? You know that your pain flares up whenever you sleep on a hard surface!"

Gloria started, jerking her head up at her aunt and pulled off her sunglasses. "What time is it?" Her chest, arm, and leg throbbing dully: why did she sleep on the floor? Her mind was slow to start up whenever she woke from a nap.

"Twelve-thirty. And get your new car in the garage before it's stolen. Take your uncle's spot then get to bed."

She walked away from her as she mumbled something about kids and sleep, but turned on the living room lights on to get her up. Groggy, Gloria sat up and stretched to try and work out the cramps and kinks around her body. "Wait, aunt Kathy, did you get my purse from outside?"

"What are you talking about? It's on the kitchen counter. Take that upstairs, you know I don't like a messy house." Limping, she began walking out her bad leg and went the kitchen. There on the counter, her purse was where her aunt had shouted where it was. Opening it, she rummaged around to find her keys and maglite inside. I definitely did not bring this purse inside with me. Let's see, I hide behind the couch… from my car… for a while and then I fell asleep. Something was wrong, grabbing her key and heading outside of the house. She didn't even take off her jacket or shoes when she ran inside, too terrified to thinks straight. Stopping, her eye examined the car but saw that the hood and car door had already been closed. Maybe her aunt-? No, she would have yelled at her for that. How could it have done that? Some kind of timer that closed the door and the hood as a safety procedure? And what about the car starting on its own power? A manufacturing error perhaps? It seemed to make sense, things like that happened a lot, but not something as serious as that. Pulling it into the garage, she sat in the driver's seat for a moment, thumb to her lip in thought. She pulled out the black phone and flipped it open, pressing the speed-dial. She leaned back and listened to the phone ring several times before she got an answer. "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. At the tone, please record your message, when you have finished recording…"

She sighed, listening to the message machine before finally beeping. "Donovan. This is Gloria Sullivan. I think something is wrong with the ignition of the car you gave me, the Stingray concept car. It turned on when I was outside of the car and the keys were on the ground at the time. I think that there might be a manufacturing error. Call me back when you get this message." Closing the phone, she turned the engine off and stepped out, closing the door. She sighed, crossing her arms in the cold. "I find it hard to believe that something is wrong with you due to the manufacture, Sideswipe, but it's the best I can think of for what happened. I'm going to take you over to a friend to see what he thinks." She walked down the side of the car, letting her fingers brush the finished side of her car in thought. After a few moments of silence, her eyes went back into focus. "Goodnight, and don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." She locked it and went back inside, closing the garage door behind her.

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Text Conversation 23:48

Alexei? R u awake?

**I am now.

Sorry! Could i come over to ur house tomorrow?

**No prob gloria. Sure, i guess, my folks are out of town.

:D Yay!

**Any reason why you want to come over?

Car issue.

**How many times have i told you, i am NOT your personal mechanic.

Oh, trust me, u will appreciate what i have in store.

**Doubt it. You owe me mickey d's this time.

I know u dont mind working on cars. Especially this 1

**…what?

Ur going to have to wait until tommorw. And mickey d's 4 sure.

**Whatever.

Ugh. I absolutely HATED writing that small bit of texting at the end between Alexei and Gloria. I NEVER text like that, it honestly grates against my skin the wrong way. Well, exceot the I's because it's tedious on my phone to capitalize them.

I'm going to try to update maybe two times tomorrow since I won't be near the internet for the next week or so, but I swear I will have my laptop with this story so I continue writing! Please R & R because I know you want to!