Elle's POV (still)

We pulled into the warehouse again and Jazz transformed back into his bi-pedal form. I smiled up at him and he set me on his shoulder. He walked over to Optimus, who was leaning against the wall with his optics offline.

"Hey, Boss Man. Brought back your sparkling." Jazz said quietly, setting me down on the floor near Optimus's feet. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I all but sprinted for Optimus, scrambling up his legs and arms to his shoulder. He chuckled, his optics online again, and picked me up, nuzzling my midsection.

"Thank Primus." He murmured, holding me tight against his cheek. I kissed his nose and smiled at him.

"Love you, poppa." I whispered. He smiled softly at me.

"Love you too, dear sparkling." He murmured back. I giggled and he held me tighter. I sighed and Dad stood up, walking over to the other Autobots. I waved at 'Hide and Ratchet and blew Jazz a kiss. We had both decided that our flirting meant nothing, but we did it just for fun.

"It's time." Dad said, setting me down and transforming. The others followed suit and I climbed into Ironhide this time. He chuckled as I got in eagerly.

"What? I've always wanted a 2004 GMC C4500 4x4 cab Topkick. And now my Unca 'Hide is one!" I said, giggling joyfully. Ironhide chuckled along and Jazz whined over the commlink about Ironhide stealing me away from him.

"You know I love ya, Jazzy-boo." I cooed. Jazz guffawed.

.::Love ya too, sugar.::. Jazz purred back. Ironhide pouted and I petted his dash, causing his engine to purr like Jazz's had earlier.

"Sweetspark..." Ironhide rumbled. I giggled and kept petting him. He purred louder, like a newborn kitten.

"Oh 'Hide, you so adorable. My favorite lil Topkick." I crooned. 'Hide grunted and I giggled again.

"Oh be quiet, sweetspark."

"Same goes for you, rust bucket." I quipped back, hitting the radio.

Finally, the four Autobots and I pulled up in an alley in South Gate, California and the Autobots, including the smexy yellow 2007 Camaro with black racing stripes that had pulled up opposite of Poppa, transformed. I sat on Ratchet's shoulder as Poppa kneeled down as he was still transforming.

.:: Showing off, much?::. I asked. Poppa rolled his optics.

.:: They wish.::. He commed back.

"Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?" Poppa asked.

"They know your name." The girl breathed. The boy, Sam, next to her nodded.

"Yeah."

"My name is Optimus Prime. We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron." Poppa said.

.::Ratch, simplification please?::. I commed in.

"But you can call us Autobots for short." Ratchet said. I patted his shoulder in thanks.

"Autobots." Sam stated, trying to believe it.

"What's crackin' little bitches?" Jazz asked, doing a somersault.

"My first lieutenant. Designation: Jazz." Poppa introduced. I laughed at my 'brother'.

"This looks like a cool place to kick it." Jazzy said, hopping back and landing on a car like it was a chair.

"What is that? How did he learn to talk like that?" Sam asked.

"We've learned Earth's languages from the World Wide Web. My weapons specialist, Ironhide." Poppa said, gesturing at Unca 'Hide as he aimed his cannons.

"Feelin' lucky, punk?" He growled, though I knew it was all an act.

"Easy Ironhide." Poppa said.

"Just kidding. I just wanted to show them my cannons." 'Hide said shy and sheepishly. I silently giggled.

"Our medical officer, Ratchet." Poppa said, gesturing to the bot I was sitting on.

"The boy's pheromone levels suggest he wants to mate with the female." Ratchet said, almost to himself. I chuckled as the femme and Sam stood there awkwardly.

"You already know your guardian Bumblebee." Dad said.

Bumblebee, who was actually very cute, assumed a boxing stance and started playing the radio.

"Check on the rep, yep, second to none."

"Bumblebee, right? So you're my guardian, huh?" Sam asked. Bee nodded. Ratchet shot this scanner laser at Bee's throat, making Bee do the Cybertronian version of a cough, and grumbled.

"His vocal processors were damaged in battle. I'm still working on them." Ratchet began muttering to himself before I gave him a scolding glance and smacked his audio receptor. Ratchet gave a slight whine and sighed, glancing at me for a moment.

"And who are you?" Sam asked, looking at me. I smiled and Poppa picked me up from Ratchet's shoulder.

"This is my little femme sparkling, Elle." He said fondly, setting me on the ground. I smiled softly at them.

"Elle Taryn Fusien. Optimus found me when he landed and I had been abused especially bad that day by my actual father, so I went with Optimus. I told him about these nightmares I've been having 'bout Decepticons since my last coma two years ago, involving Optimus, Megatron and Starscream." I said, smiling lightly. Bee was looking over me, a worried expression on his face. I laughed.

.::I'm fine, Bee. Ratchet the Hatchet made sure of that.::. I commed over to him.