A/N: Sorry is tis seems late. First week back from Spring Break is never fun. Like�I said, this story is going to be a challenge for me, just because I've never written something like this before. Suggestions would be GREAT! I mean, I already have something planned, but hey! Still let me know if have any ideas from dialogue to the plot. I'd love to hear them. Thanks for reading!

I don't own Transformers.

Twin Times the Fun
A Lamborghini Stalker

"I'm not crazy, Ken!" Hannah cried exasperatedly.

The said person was laughing still, sitting in a burgundy recliner. "Of course you're not," he assured sarcastically.

"God," she sighed, "Why do I even bother telling you anything?"

Ken laughed, removing his glasses to wipe tears from his eyes. "Because I'm your only friend?"

"Don't remind me," she huffed.

Hannah and Ken had been friends ever since high school. Both rejected by social clicks they stuck together through thick and thin, even tried dating, but that ended up not working out. Unlike Hannah, Ken's parents loved him and helped him get through school. Ken owned his own computer repair shop, one of the best in town, with decent prices and great service.

"So you say two robots just climbed out of the holes, turned into cars and drove away?"

Hannah glared at him, her lips pressed in a fine line.

Ken snorted and started laughing again.

"Shut up!" she ordered, "I had a rough day."

"I think you're better off not working for the crazy, old bat," Ken stated getting up from his chair, "You want another beer?"

Hannah's mouth twisted in disgust. She really wasn't a fan of the stuff, but it was the only alcohol that Ken ever really carried, so she nodded. She needed it right now anyways.

Popping the tab on the Bud Light she took a large swig, swallowing before it could rest on her tongue. She blanched afterward, giving Ken something else to laugh at.

"Will you stop laughing at me?" she pouted, "You're supposed to be supporting, not a butthead."

"Sorry," he said, "Sorry, it's just that's the funniest thing I've heard in a long time. Did you pay a visit to Dr. Green-Thumb last night or something?"

Mr. Hansen, aka Dr. Green-Thumb, turned his apartment into a very large greenhouse. No one really ever went in there, besides his customers, but apparently he had to sleep in a sleeping bag in the bathroom since even the bedroom had been put to use. But it was only a rumor. Hannah only occasionally smelt something illegal coming through the ventilation system.

"No!" she said angrily, "You know I wouldn't do that!"

"Coulda fooled me…"

"I don't!"

After the events that ruined her car and left her without getting much sleep she came to Ken to vent. He was a sincere friend from the explanations of the firing and the decimated Cavalier, until she told him about the giant robots. The man first looked scared, like he was dealing with a crazy chick, but it slowly, but surely switched to amusement which Hannah did not appreciate.

"Look Hannah," Ken said in all seriousness, "there's no way you saw what you saw. Giant robots turning into cars? I don't think so. I think I saw that in a cartoon once, though."

"What if they were governmental experiments? What would you say about that?"

"That you've been watching too many movies."

"Ken," she sighed in exasperation, "I know what I saw. And I saw it without the help of a hazy high. You have to believe me!"

Ken sighed, but he couldn't bring himself to say that he did. It was not the reaction Hannah wanted. Slamming her beer down, she didn't care that some of it spilt onto the coffee table. Grabbing her tattered coat she walked briskly towards the door.

"Hannah! Wait!" Ken tried chasing after her.

"I can't believe you don't believe me," Hannah said in obvious hurt, "Why would I lie about this?"

"You're under a lot of stress," Ken stated, grabbing her shoulder. Turning her around he noted how Hannah refused to look at him. "Maybe you're mind's playing tricks on you."

"Do you wanna explain what happened to my car then?"

Ken really didn't have an answer for that one.

"I gotta go," she said wearily, "I have to feed Botchy."

"Call me if anything else happens," Ken ordered sternly, "I mean anything…Including giant robots."

Hannah smiled at his sincerity and nodded. Giving her lifelong friend a hug she opened the door and let herself out. She didn't live too far away so she'd be fine on foot.

Hands in her pockets she started her trek home still frustrated. She wasn't crazy. She knew what she saw and it was two robots turning into cars after they crushed her own. Sighing heavily her breath formed a cloud in front of her. Looking down at her watch she noted how late it was. She had to get up early tomorrow to start her job hunt. Oh, goody, she thought bitterly. As she approached her apartment she fisted the pepper spray that Ken had bought for her today since she was even more vulnerable without a car. The gang wasn't around. Maybe they found somewhere else to terrorize. Still keep her hand on the pepper spray she walked briskly through the parking lot, around the crime scene tape to the front entrance to the apartment complex.

It was the rev of a powerful horse powered engine that made her pause mid-step, making her trip a little. Turning she looked around for the source of the noise, but there was nothing in side, no sports car, no huge diesel truck, nothing. But even though it looked like she was alone she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something watching her, so she spun on her heels and bolted into the apartment. When she was inside and heading up the stairs that's when the red Lamborghini rolled around the corner, heaving an irritated sigh.

"Good job," said the yellow one beside it.

"Think she saw us?"

"No, she heard you though. You're not very stealthy when you're excited."

"Well, she'll be the first human we'll have contact with. I just wanna talk to her."

"What makes her so different from all the rest? She's just another human."

"But she's the first one to see us and we don't have any cops looking for us. So why didn't she tell?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly! So I wanna meet her. She might be kinda cool."

"Cool?"

"It's a human word expressing something neat or interesting."

"I know what it is!"

"Then why'd you ask?"

The yellow Lamborghini revved irritably. "I still think this is a bad idea."

"Well you haven't come up with anything better."

"Then hurry up and talk to her! The more time we waste here the lower the chances of finding Optimus and the others."

"Alright! Calm down! Geez! I'll get her tomorrow. Satisfied?"

"Hardly."

"Impatient son of a glitch…"

Frizzy brown hair framed a young face, no older than seven, as chocolate brown eyes opened in the darkness of the small bedroom. There was angry shouting downstairs, voices of which were very familiar, but she remained in bed. Reaching over to her night stand she pulled off a pair of thin wired glasses taped together in the middle since Jimmy Montgomery thought it would be funny to break them. Putting her glasses on she sat up in bed listening to the argument, words a seven-year-old shouldn't have to hear. There was a crash of a glass, which either meant Mama threw a dish again or her bottle of Jack Daniels. There was a male shouting loudly and she knew the voice to be Daddy. The smack that pierced the air followed by the enormous thud is what made the girl grimace.

It wasn't an unusual night in the James' home that much was for sure, but Daddy must've hit Mama really hard to knock her down like that. He never hit that hard before. There was a slamming of the door and angry footsteps on the porch. Her mother was sobbing downstairs, probably scare out of her mind. The trunk of a car slammed. The little girl raced to the window and watched as her Daddy threw the last of his belonging in the passenger seat of his beet up Chevy truck. She watched, without tears, as her father climbed in a drove away, her mother racing out after him with some of the cruelest words she ever heard.

"At least take your fucking brat with you!"

The little girl didn't cry as her Daddy's taillights disappeared down the drive and around the corner. Her mother paced the porch, taking a swig from that bottle clasped tightly in her fist. Must've been a plate than. Her mother released an angry scream, maybe even loud enough to make the neighbors call the police, before she stomped back into the house. The little girl raced to her bed, jumping in quickly, pulling the blankets up over her head and pretended to be asleep, only to realize she was still wearing her glasses. Tearing them off and practically throwing them onto the nightstand she tried again. Heavy footsteps, stumbling and shuffling down the hall came to her door. Without knocking, a haggard woman, who look much older than she should due to chronic alcohol abuse, entered in flannel pajamas and an old gray robe.

"Hey," she grunted, shoving the little girl's shoulder roughly, "Hey!"

The little girl pulled the blanket back and faced her mother timidly. "Hi Mama."

"Just thought you should know," the woman slurred, "Your good for nothing, son of a bitch father just walked out on us."

Her small hands clenched around her blanket. "When's he coming back?"

Her mother's face was blank in a boozed stupor before a sadistic smile came to chapped lips. "He's not coming back, sweet pea. He's never coming back."

And then she stumbled back out of the room, laughing almost manically, pausing to take another swig of whiskey. The little girl watched until the door was slammed shut and she was engulfed in the darkness of her room once more. She only stared at the closed door momentarily before rolling on her side to face the window staring out. She didn't cry. No, why cry over something you had been expecting. She knew Daddy was gonna leave. It was all just a matter of time and now that that time was here there was really nothing else but just get over it.

Her eyes opened slowly, a bitter expression on her face. Sitting up slowly she knocked Botchy off the bed merely by accident, the feline expressing his distain and a growling meow. Hannah ignored it. Getting up and reaching to smack the off switch on her alarm she immediately headed for the bathroom to start getting ready then if was off to search for her new job.

It was noon and Hannah had already put in nine applications to nine different office buildings. By now, she hated her name, her birthday, and her social security number. Pulled off her glasses she rubbed her eyes wearily. Sitting in a small coffee shop, outside, she tried to relax over her small caramel cappuccino. She wanted a medium, but it was a little too pricey for her range. Hell, she would've gotten a large if she could have afforded to splurge.

She pushed her glasses back onto her nose staring down into the magazine that had been left on the table by previous customers, trying to give herself a small break. The events of the previous night were still in her mind and it took every ounce of her will power to convince herself it was only a dream. There were no giant robots in the world. The terrorist attack on Mission City was just that. Another serious bombing or whatever they said. Not giant robots like the citizens seemed to think.

The magazine really wasn't doing a good job in distracting her. Sipping her drink, she looked towards the road, admiring all the cars that were there. Since he car was nothing put a pancake now it had only taken her seconds to realize how much she appreciated the automobile. Taking the bus would only be a hindrance since she would have to get on and off, pay the fair, and wait around all day waiting for it to even show up. She didn't have time for that so instead she stared longingly at the huge SUVs and Hummers, station wagons, rusty classics, the a hot red Lamborghini parked directly across the street.

Hannah choked on her drink and ended up getting coffee all over her white blouse. Wiping frantically at the stain she muttered harsh words at her stupidity and buttoned up her jacket when it was apparent she wasn't going to clean the mess with a cheap napkin. She looked back towards the Lamborghini again. It was just sitting there, looking pretty like most Lamborghini's did, with no driver. It was parked outside a clothing shop, one Hannah never went into because she didn't believe in paying more then a hundred bucks for a pair of jeans, so the owner was probably inside. No biggie. Besides, the yellow one wasn't around. It was probably a normal Lamborghini.

Hannah left the coffee shop, heading home to change. Pulling her uncontrollable hair into a ponytail she began the trek, not noticing the driverless car pull out as well and drive, slowly after her.

It wasn't long, however, until Hannah began to feel uneasy. Stopping, she looked over her shoulder. Upon seeing the Lamborghini driving after her, no one inside, she picked up the pace. That really didn't help. In a race of woman and possessed sports car, Satan's Lamborghini had better odds.

Unfortunately, for her, as she got closer to her apartment the population of people dwindled. Living on a bad side of town, the rich folk typically stayed away. The car was still following her down the alley and Hannah really didn't see that changing.

She stopped and faced the car.

It stopped as well, seeming to watch her.

She knelt down and pulled off her shoes as she forced a smile.

The car did nothing.

She took off running.

Tires squealed and it pursued.

Hannah raced down the alley. She had many talents. She could play the piano decently. She could stay in tune with the radio. She even had double-jointed elbows, which in retrospect really wasn't a talent, but she could not run in heels without breaking her neck. She was nearly to the mouth of the alley, her stockings filthy when a frightening familiar yellow Lamborghini pulled into the alley as well, blocking her escape root. Skidding to a stop in front of her it was also without a driver. Hannah was boxed in.

"Okay," she started, her eyes looking back and forth between the two cars frantically, "This is not happening. This is still a dream. This entire day has been a dream. A crazy, vodka spiked coffee induced dream."

The two cars suddenly pulled the reverse transformation from last night. Growing in size, she was standing between the two robots that crash landed in her parking lot. The red own knelt down before her and Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he was actually smiling.

"Hi," he said, "Can you tell us how to get to Tranquility, Nevada?"

Hannah's mouth dropped.

"I told you it wouldn't work."

"Well, it was better then your idea."

Hannah's mouth was still hanging open.

"Sorry if we scared you," the first one said, "We couldn't confront you in public."

"So you stalked me?" Hannah slapped a hand over her mouth waiting to see her short, pathetic life flash before her eyes.

The robot laughed instead. "Yeah. Kinda had to. So do you know how to get there?"

That begged the question, "Why do you need to get to Nevada?"

"That's none of your business," said the other snidely, making Hannah leap in surprise.

"Sunny," the other said sternly.

"Okay…" she muttered to her, "Um, I actually don't know. I've never left New Jersey."

"I told you this was a bad idea," the one called "Sunny" stated.

The other glared up at him as he stood. "Well, fine," he said, "Let's just get lost on the way over there. That'll be loads of fun."

Hannah felt like she was watching a tennis match as an ant while the two bickered. Hell, they acted like siblings. Backing away she was tempted to make a break for the alley opening, but that wouldn't happen mostly because they could easily catch her. Even though she was quite scared at the moment she still wanted to march over to Ken's house bright him back and smack him repeatedly for not believing her. They needed to get to Nevada. That was interesting, because she couldn't think of anything over there that a couple of robots would want, but what did she know? Maybe they were some secret governmental experiment that escaped and were on the run!

"Holy crap…" she thought aloud.

The two robots looked down at her. "What was that?"

"Nothing!" she said quickly.

"I have a question for you," the red one stated, "Why didn't you tell the police about us?"

"…Huh?"

"We know you saw us," "Sunny" stated.

"Of course I did!" Hannah said, "You destroyed my car!"

"Oops…" said 'Red', "Sorry! See we bumped into a couple of meteors on the way and they knocked us way of course. We were supposed to land in Nevada, but wouldn't you know it? We're on the opposite side of the country."

"Wait…" Hannah was able to put two and two together. "Are you…aliens?"

"Autonomous robotic organisms, or Autobots for short," "Red" said proudly, "We're from a planet called Cybertron."

Hannah's left eye started twitching.

"I think she's going to faint," "Sunny" pointed out.

"No," she said, her voice unnaturally high pitched, "Um, no. I'm, uh, g-good. It's just that you guys are a…al…um…"

"Aliens?" 'Red' grinned.

"Yes," she squeaked.

"Well we're not here to hurt you," he said kneeling down, "I'm Sideswipe and this is my not as good looking brother Sunstreaker."

Sunstreaker crossed his arms. "You're really funny, you know that?"

Sideswipe grinned cheekily. "I think I am."

"Sideswipe and Sunstreaker," Hannah whispered, testing the names for herself, "Well, I, um, I'm Hannah."

Sides grinned down at the human female kindly. "Nice to meet you, Hannah."

Sunny looked uninterested. "Whatever."

"Sorry to chase you like that," the more personable twin said, ignoring his brother with expertise, "You were the only human to see us as far I we know. We thought you might help us."

"We?" Sunny asked a single ridge rose over a blue optic, "This was your idea. You wanted to ask for directions so is no 'we', only you."

Sideswipe sighed, shaking his head at Sunny's behavior. "Sorry to bother you and we'd really appreciate it if you kept this encounter just between us, dig?

Hannah nodded stiffly. "Digging."

And then the two transformed back into Lamborghinis Sunny peeled out first tires squealing, but Sides waited a moment longer. "Sorry again."

"No, uh, problem. Sorry I couldn't help."

"Well, see you later!"

She watched the red sports car speed away after his brother. Hannah stood alone in the alley, her mind still processing what had just happened. Slipping her shoes back on her feet, she suddenly didn't think she could handle anymore job hunting today, despite her need for it, so she hoofed it back home. Her mind was still wracking what had just happened. She was one to believe that the universe was far too big to be alone, but never in her life did she imagine to meet aliens. It was so unreal! She thought that she was handling it rather well considering, but then supposed that she was still in shock and she wouldn't initiate the formal "freak out" until she got home. But upon reaching her apartment she was very startled to see two men in beige trench coats standing outside her room.

"Um, can I help you?" she asked

The men turned and immediately flashed their badges. The older one spoke up first. "I'm detective Carl Johnson and this is my partner detective Al Viglione. We would like to ask you a few questions about what happened last night."

"It was a meteor shower," she spoke quickly. The detectives shot her suspicious looks. "Right? I mean…t-that's what I heard at least."

"No, Ms. James, it was not a meteor shower," Viglione said, his dark eyes calculating, "for there was a lack of meteors."

"Oh," she said meekly, "Well, what do you wanna ask me?"

"What you saw."

"I didn't see anything."

Hannah cursed herself for answering too quickly again. She probably should've pretended to think about it, but she was nervous. She didn't function well under pressure. She tried to smile, but her mouth only twitched oddly at the sudden strain on the muscles in her face. Biting her lip she shifted awkwardly, trying to play off her nervousness only to fail miserably.

"I mean, I was asleep, so I didn't see anything."

"Are you telling me that you're the only one on this entire block that didn't hear anything last night?"

"…Yes?"

"Ms. James," said Johnson, "I believe you may be hiding something."

"I-I'm not hiding anything."

"I think you should come down to the station with us."

"…O-Okay."

Hannah didn't bother asking for a warrant, knowing they didn't have one. They would've already been in her apartment if they did, but she really didn't want to give them cause to get one. She didn't have time to clean her apartment if they trashed it. When she felt Viglione put a hand on the small of her back to guide her to the stairs she shuddered fearfully. Not only was it uncomfortable it made her feel like she was already in a ton of trouble. Getting into the back of their car she pulled her purse onto her lap and sighed. She didn't notice that a certain red Lamborghini was watching the event closely from across the street with only a single word as a rebuttal.

"Slag."

Hurray for cliffhangers! Wonder what they're gonna want to ask Hannah about? lol! Thanks for reading! And remember if you have ideas let me know!

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