A/N: Sorry if this seems late. I've been focusing on school more. I'm an idiot and decided to take all hard classes this semester and I've come to learn the cold, hard truth, that my school no owns my soul. This is pretty much a filler. You learn a little more about Hannah's childhood with her mother, which isn't a good one. Thanks for sticking with me. I can't believe that the first three chapters have gotten 40 reviews! That's awsome! Please enjoy!

I don't own Transformers.

Twin Times the Fun
Goodbye New Jersey

"This is, by far, the worst thing you have ever thought of."

"Will you stop?"

"And believe me you've had of a lot of pretty stupid ideas."

"I think she's nice."

"What are we gonna tell Optimus, huh? 'Picked up a little pet along the way, sir! Hope you don't mind'!"

"Sunny—"

"Sides promises to take care of it. Feed it, clean up after it, smoother it with love! It'll be great!"

"She's not a pet!"

"You gonna burry her in a shoe box when she dies?"

Sideswipe was receiving a lot of grief from his twin at the moment. Hannah was currently in her apartment, backing some of her belonging while they waited. Sides wouldn't go back on what he said. He wanted Hannah to come with them. She was a sweet girl. She looked like she needed to get out anyways. She went over a few stops she had to make before they left, which was fine with Sides, while Sunny was practically seething in silence. The two hadn't resumed their true forms while waiting, not to risk exposure, but if they had, Sunstreaker would've already smacked his brother repeatedly for being so stupid.

"What's wrong with asking for a little help?" Sides asked.

"We don't need her! We're fine on our own."

"But—"

"But nothing! You know that as well as me."

"But I want her to come."

"We should just go now."

"What? No! We'll hurt her feelings!"

"Who cares? You've known her for less then twenty-four hours!"

"Well, I'm not abandoning her."

"You wouldn't be. She lives here!"

Sides growled angrily. "Show a little sympathy, Sunstreaker! She was just attacked and we both know what was gonna happen to her!"

That was true. Those human males weren't just after the money and other valuables in her purse. He did feel a little bad that this had to happen to her. It's not like she was a bad human, just a timid, weak one, but not bad one nonetheless. Sides really seemed taken with her as well. The mech was excited already having a friend on Earth.

Sunny finally sighed, "Fine, but she's riding with you."

Sides would be smiling if he was in his true form. Hannah came out a few minute later with a backpack, a duffle bag, and her cat in her arms. Having never seen a cat that close before except the strays in the allies, Sides was excited, but he had no idea that the little creature was going to leave nothing behind but fur in his interior.

"Guys," she said holding the small cat up, "this is Botchy."

Botchy meowed.

Hannah laughed slightly. "I need to drop him off at Ken's."

"Okay," Sides agreed, "Is that everything?"

Hannah nodded. She looked over her shoulder at the home she was leaving. "Yeah. Everything important anyways."

"Then let's get going."

The trunk popped and Hannah threw her stuff in the back, keeping Botchy in her arms. Her cheek was still swollen and she had a large band-aid on her neck, but she was still smiling. Sliding into the passenger seat again, they peeled out of the parking lot. Sides had the directions to Ken's logged in his memory and it wasn't long before they arrived. Having Hannah at his door three times in one day was odd, but coming with two Lamborghinis and a fur ball was weirder considering who it was. But upon seeing the injuries on her face Ken was immediately on guard.

"Oh, my God, Hannah! What happened?"

"The gang outside my apartment."

"Are you okay? Did they…Did they…I'm calling the police."

"Ken, don't," she pleaded softly, "I just came here to drop Botchy off."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm going on a road trip with my friends."

"You're going to Nevada?"

"Yep."

His face was a blank slate as he stared at her. "Get in here, please," he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside, shutting the door, "Are you crazy? You can't drive to Nevada!"

"Why not?" Hannah replied in an offended tone.

"Because…Because you can't! I mean, who are these friends of yours?"

"Well, Sunny's in the yellow one and Sides is in the red."

"…What kind of names are those? Are these guys?"

"Yeah. And their nicknames."

"What are their real names?"

"…Frank and Joe."

"Really?" it was more a skeptical statement than a question.

"…Yes."

"How'd you meet them?"

"At work. What's with the questions?"

"Because, Hannah, you suck at lying and you have a bruise the size Texas on your face!"

"Look, I know what I'm doing! I need to get out of here! I have no job, no one here, but you, and I need to get out of Jersey!" she cried.

"What about your mom?"

"What about her?"

"Who's gonna take care of her?"

"Who the hell took care of me?" Hannah shrieked, "I'm sick of everyone putting that responsibility on me! She is the way she is because it's what she wanted! She's gets her government checks in the mail every month and she blows it on booze! The money I gave her from my pay check she blows on bar tabs and other things I don't even want to think about! I'm not taking care of someone who doesn't give a shit about her only daughter and her own Goddamn health!"

Ken reared back in surprise. The two Autobots outside heard every word, surprised by the young woman's sudden audacity. Hannah was left panting, Botchy actually struggling to get away from her. Her rage immediately dropped and she closed her eyes, trying to relax a little, stroking Botchy's black fur to try and get him to relax, kissing his furry head.

"I have to do this. Opportunity's knocking on my door and I'm answering this time."

"How, uh, how long you gonna be gone?"

"I don't know. As long as it takes I guess. My friends are staying in Nevada so I'll probably fly back."

"How you gonna get the money for this?"

"I figure something out."

"Hang on a second," he said walking away, "I'll be right back."

Hannah sighed and nodded. She stood in silence, holding her cat because she knew she wasn't going to be seeing him for a really long time. Ken came back with something in his hands and Hannah was immediately shaking her head.

"No."

"Take it," he said holding out a wad of money.

"Ken, that's too much. I won't be able to pay you back."

"It's only three hundred dollars."

"ONLY?"

"Look, I make enough fixing computers, okay? This is chump change. It'll get you started okay?"

"I don't want it. I can't—"

"Will you take the damn money?" he yelled tiredly.

Hannah took it, hesitantly pulling her hand back. "Can I leave Botchy here?"

"Yeah," he smiled taking the cat, "Love this little guy anyways."

"Take good care of him."

"I will."

"He likes to sleep on the right side of the bed."

"Okay."

"He likes to be fed early in the morning."

"Got it."

"He always—"

"I got it Hannah," he interrupted.

"Okay," she said softly. Scratching Botchy's ears one last time she felt sadden about leaving her baby for so long. Looking up at Ken, she threw her arms around his neck hugging him tightly, minding that there was a cat between them.

"Drive safely."

"We will."

"Be careful. You're gonna be a Jersey girl in Nevada. It's gonna be a lot different."

Hannah laughed and pulled back. "I'll call you when I get there."

"You better and if these guys "Sunny" and "Sides" don't take care of my girl, they'll regret it. And you can tell them that."

Hannah imagined him taking on two giant robots, one hit each turning them to scrap and standing victoriously over their remains. It made her laugh a little, because if Ken knew the truth, he wouldn't be saying that with such courage. "I will. Thanks for everything."

"Yep. See you later."

Hannah smiled at him one more time before leaving the house shutting the door behind her. Walking down the steps her hands clenched tightly around the three hundred dollars she walked back over to Sides and climbed in as the door opened for her, like a ritual.

"Are you okay?" he asked, "You seem sad."

"I'm just gonna miss him. He's my best friend. And I'm gonna miss my kitty."

"Anywhere else you need to go?" Sides asked.

Hannah took a deep breath. "One more stop, if you don't mind."

"Where to?" was the reply.

Sides followed her directions to a shabbier looking part of town. They just so happen to pull up to one of the shabbiest house on the block. Hannah didn't get out right away. She remained seated, staring at the chipped red door. A familiar man appeared in the front seat looking at her, back and forth between her and house. Hannah looked over at him and smiled timidly. Opening the door, she slipped out and approached the house cautiously wringing her hands together. Walking up the steps, she opened a rusty screen door and knocked softly almost like she didn't want the occupant to hear it. She waited mere moments before there was noise from inside. Stomping and crashing, making her take a huge step backwards. The old door flew open and a haggard woman glared through narrowed, bloodshot eyes at her, disgusted look on her face.

"What do you want?"

Hannah expected the greeting, but she followed up with a polite. "Hi, Mom."

"What do you want?" she repeated loudly, "You got the money?

"…Can I come in?"

"Why? You said you couldn't wait to get outta here now you wanna come back?"

Hannah sighed heavily and shook her head. "I just wanna talk."

The cold woman pushed open the screen, not really caring that she almost whacked her daughter in the face. She took another deep breath before entering her childhood home and nightmare. The place was even shabbier looking than it was the day she turned eighteen and left. Bottles littered the ground, most were empty, but some still had some beer or whiskey in them. Hannah's mother shuffled into the living room sitting on a rickety recliner leaving Hannah the nastily stained couch. Hannah sat, placing her hands delicately on her knees as she watched her mother take a long swig of whiskey, her face translucent to the flavor, disturbingly accustomed to it.

"What happened to your face?" the woman spat, whipping her lips with the sleeve of her robe.

Hannah laid it right out there. "I was jumped at my apartment."

The woman stared at her, momentarily surprised by the usually timid woman's boldness. "How'd that happen?"

"Like it usually does. Grabbed from behind, pulled down a dark alley."

"Did they rape you?"

She cringed at the bluntness and deep fear of that once being a possibility. "No. Some friends saved me."

"Friends?" the woman scoffed, "I didn't think you had friends."

"Well, I do," she said.

The woman leaned forward to say something only to be interrupted by a gruff voice in the background. "JAN!"

Hannah's mother rear back and turned her head towards the kitchen. "WHAT?"

"Who was at the door?"

"My kid! Why?"

"…Does she have money?"

Hannah seemed unaffected by her mother's boyfriend in the kitchen probably cooking up something illegal, from the smell of things. The two shouted back and forth about her like she wasn't there. She bowed her head, clasping her hands together letting her mind drift until she realized her mother had directed her yelling at her.

"Hey!" she yelled, "You got money or don't you?"

The young woman timidly touched her purse where she stowed the money Ken had given her. Her mother greedily eyed the purse, waiting impatiently for her to hand it over. It seemed that Hannah's had was drifting in her purse out of pure habit, but something made her stop her fingers inches away from her wallet. Hand slipping out and folding on her lap, she stared her mother in the eye for the firs time in her life. That money was for her, not her mother to blow on booze and drugs.

"I just came to tell you that I'm going away for a while.

The woman looked more intrigued as well as annoyed. "Really? Where you goin'?"

"Nevada."

"What's in Nevada."

"Nothing. Just taking a trip with my friends."

"So give me my money and get going."

Hannah cringed at the tone of her mother's voice. "I…I…" Just say it, she told herself, don't let her keep pushing you around! She stared down at her hands as they clenched tightly into fists. "I don't have money for you," she whispered, "I lost my job.

Her mother looked livid. "How'd you loose your job?"

"It just…didn't work out."

Her mother was infuriated. "Then why'd you come here?"

"I thought I'd let you know where I was going."

"What am I? Your keeper? I don't fuckin' care!"

Hannah's lips took on an uncharacteristic smile. "No. No you don't."

"When are you gonna get me my money?"

Hannah looked back up from her mother. "I'm not."

Bloodshot eyes flashed dangerously. "What do you mean you won't?"

Hannah was filled with the fear of a seven year old girl verbally, mentally, and physically abused unable to escape, but she couldn't back down now. She had to get it out now. "You get your checks. You don't need my money."

"You owe me that money!"

"For what?" she cried leaping in her feet, "For making my life miserable? For telling me I was worthless? For hitting me? You were never a mother to me, only a bitter hag that got landed with a kid she didn't want! You think I owe you something? I'm not giving you money I earned so you can blow it on something that's killing you! After everything you did to me, don't you dare say that I owe you something! I DON'T OWE YOU A DAMN THING!"

The woman was shocked by the outburst, rearing back in her chair, as much as Hannah was. She didn't think she would've exploded like that, but it felt a little good to get it off her chest, finally. Without another word, she spun on her heels making a break for the front door. Her mother screamed after her to "get her ass back here" but she ignored that and ran out onto the porch, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Seeing the two Lamborghinis waiting for her made her a little relived. She ran down the steps towards Sideswipe, but before she could get in a beer bottle sailed over her head, crashing on the ground behind Sides. Hannah shouldn't have been surprised her mother would do that. She's done it before. Looking at the woman, she merely shook her head and climbed into the car without a word as her mother continued to scream. Hopefully, the neighbors would call the police.

"Hannah—"

"Go."

"What about her?"

"I don't care. Let's just go."

Sideswipe complied. Starting up and backing out of the drive as the woman continued to scream at Hannah to come back. In her drunken haste, she fell to the ground, unable to push herself up. Sunny followed as well, disgusted by the human's behavior. Sides hologram looked over at the young woman, who was brushing tears out of her eyes. It was odd, because Sideswipe knew that tears were a sign of sadness, but Hannah was smiling. She picked up the directions from the dashboard, reading them carefully.

"Head for US-130 then the turnpike," she said softly, a smile still in place, "Then it'll be goodbye New Jersey."

Drama, drama, drama and this is supposed to be a comedy? Well, it's get funnier, I promise. I just need to fill y'all in on Hannah's past and why she is the way she is and give light to how she's gonna grow. I hoped you liked it despite the emo side. Hannah is somewhat based off someone I know and I'm dedicating this to her, even though she doesn't even read fan fiction or like Transformers. Thanks for reading!

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