A/N: I shouldn't be updating but I am, just because I wanted to take a break from studying. It's not a very long chapter, but I hope it can hold you over until this semester is finished and I don't have to worry about classes anymore, even though I'm taking a summer one (whooo...). Thanks for being so patient! Please enjoy, even though it's not much!

I don't own Transformers.

Twin Times the Fun
Stop and Stare

Hannah volunteered to pay the fee for both cars on the turnpike and since the next couple of highways were toll roads, she was once again feeling extremely grateful to Ken for lending her the three hundred dollars. She merely passed Sides the money and explained to the man in the booth that she was paying for the second Lamborghini too. She wasn't sure if that was legal, but the man let it slide and handed over the ticket to Sunny when he pulled up. Without the Internet to help him, Sunny had no idea what to do with it. Hannah told him not to worry about it and she would take care of it again. The ride had been really quiet since they left her mother's house. Sides was looking eager to ask questions, his holoform occasionally peeking over at her as she sat slouched in her seat, but she ignored the questioning glances. It wasn't something she wanted to talk about.

Sideswipe's mouth periodically opened, like he was going to say something, but stopped himself short, either worried about offending her or hurting her feelings. She understood that he was merely curious. She was the first human he came into direct contact with and he was trying to learn about the species through her. She wasn't the best specimen, she'd gladly admit to that. She cried easily, she was timid and weak and she wasn't attractive with big eyebrows and frizzy hair. She had actually considered the idea of the twins seeing a prettier woman. What would they think? No doubt she'd be compared, just from them trying to understand, and it made her nervous. She was afraid of what they would think of her. There was a flaw right there. She shouldn't care so much about what people thought of her, but never being socially accepted did her no good in the long run.

She was probably thinking about it too much. Maybe they wouldn't care? She supposed that since they lived in secret they really couldn't ditch her for someone more attractive. Did they event think along those terms? She really couldn't see them thinking human women to be attractive. Wait a minute. Were there girl robots? How in the heck did that work? She realized she was starting to think down an alley that was making her red in the face, but curious at the same time.

"Are you okay?" Sides finally asked, "You've been really quiet."

"I'm just thinking," she replied softly.

"What are you thinking about?"

She managed a tiny laugh, as she let her head drop back against her seat, her eyes looked on to world outside her window. "What am I not thinking about?"

They hadn't been on the road for very long, but it was three in the morning and she should've been sleeping, but it was difficult when her mind was on overdrive. She couldn't get her mind to relax, her thoughts keeping her awake though her body was trying to rest. Sideswipe knew this as well, but didn't say anything pertaining to it. He had been concerned for Hannah since they left that woman's house. He and Sunny had heard that she called the mean looking woman 'mother'. The woman didn't act like a mother. But he was foreign to the idea of human mothers. This species was created much more differently than his was through organic reproduction and relationships could be different.

"Hannah," he began, "why was that woman so mean to you? You called her 'mother'."

Hannah closed her tired eyes briefly. She turned her head, looking into the unnaturally blue eyes, that still seemed to robotic compared to the rest of his human appearance. "She is my mother. She's just not a very good one."

"Why?"

"Well," she sighed, "she never wanted a kid. I was a mistake she made when she was sixteen. My grandparents forced her to marry my Dad so she hates me because I ruined her life, that's all."

Sides shook his head. "No, that's not all. It wasn't your fault."

"I know," though she didn't look completely convinced, "She made her own decisions. She just doesn't want to accept what she did, so she blames me. Then my Dad left."

"Where'd he go?"

"I don't know. He just left one night and never came back. He and my Mom fought a lot. They hated each other. He didn't want to take me with him so he left me with my Mom."

"Did you want to go with him?"

Hannah shook her head. "No," she replied, "He wasn't a great parent either. I probably would've been a lot worse off if he took me with him."

"Why?"

Hannah didn't answer, mostly because she didn't want to rather than she couldn't. She looked back out the window and tried to ignore the curious looks she was getting again, but he didn't press, understanding that it was straying into an increasingly touchy subject. Hannah crossed her arms over her stomach and slouch further into her seat, despite the fact that her butt was going numb from the position. She closed her eyes, not sleeping, but not acknowledging she was awake, hoping Sides would take the hint. He did and she was grateful that at least one of the twins understood. She had no idea that Sunny had listened in on the conversation or that Sides let him.

Detective Johnson knocked on the door of Hannah's apartment, not too loud, but loud enough to alert her if she was sleeping. There was no response. "Ms. James?" he called, but there was still no answer. The two detectives looked at each other and Johnson tried the door knob. When it turned and the door popped open, he pushed it further as Viglione palmed his gun. "Ms. James, are you home?"

Again, nothing, so the detectives walked in trying to assess if there was any foul play. There was a little mess, but nothing suspicious. They ran over the house, trying to pick up on anything remotely helpful in indicating where she could've gone without violating her rights. They had merely stopped by to ask her a few more questions. Both of them were suspicious of her and her story, but had no grounds in which to hold her.

"Where's the cat?" Viglione asked, "Didn't she say she had a cat?"

True to that, there was no cat. Could she have lied? No, there was a clean litter box in the bathroom. The two detectives left the apartment, closing the door. She must've been in a rush if she forgot to lock it. They ventured to the door a little down the hall and next to Hannah's. Upon knocking, it was immediately answered by a stern looking elderly woman, her gray white hair in rollers. It was early so no doubt she was getting ready for the day. She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth and eyed the two men suspiciously.

"What?"

"Ma'am we were just wondering if you knew the woman next door?" Viglione said, "Ms. Hannah James?"

"Yeah," the woman answered, "Quiet girl, real timid. Why?"

"Did you see her leave at any time during the night?" Johnson asked, "Between 6 PM and now?"

"Well she ran in for a minute last night, but left again," the woman thought back, "Harold's always watching the peephole thinking some burglar is gonna try and come in since we got so much graffiti on the walls. She was a in a big rush, I guess. Then she came back again. Is she moving? Harold said she had a couple of bags and her cat when she left."

Both detectives' eyes darkened considerably at this new information. "May we speak with your husband?"

The woman nodded. "Yeah sure," she turned, "HAROLD!"

"WHAT?"

"Get over here! Some cops wanna talk to you?"

"…WHAT?"

"GET OVER HERE!" she took a drag from her cigarette, "Damn man can't hear a thing anymore."

Harold was indeed hard of hearing and talking to him was rather difficult. Sure enough, he confirmed what his wife had said. Hannah James returned twice and the last time she came to her apartment she had bags, but Harold also mentioned something that the detective's hadn't been counting on. Apparently, she had been crying and was sporting a nice shiner on her cheek. Harold had opened the door, just to be a little nosy and asked her what was wrong.

"She was real skittish, like a beaten dog or something," he explained, "She just kept on trying to leave."

The two detectives thanked the couple for their time before leaving. "What do you think?"

Johnson bowed his head. "I'm thinking Ms. James is in trouble."

"Anything to do with the craters?"

"It doesn't match up, but I'm not ruling it out," Johnson said, "You remember the newscast about four meteor landings like this in Nevada a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah. What about them?"

"They had the same problem as us," Johnson explained further, "They could find the meteors. One even crashed in a suburban pool."

"Holy shit…"

"Yeah and not even a day later there's a 'terrorist attack' on Mission City, but you know what I heard?" they stopped in front of the car, "That it wasn't an attack at all. It was something completely different."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," he said, "But I got a feeling that these craters are related to the ones in Nevada and the attack on Mission City."

"Well I don't have to tell you that that's way out of our jurisdiction and you got no evidence for it."

Johnson sighed as they climbed into the car. "I know, but it doesn't make me any less suspicious about the whole thing."

"Let's talk to her former employer; Mrs. Amelia Winters," Viglione suggested, "Maybe she'll know something."

"Alright," Johnson agreed.

The next morning they made they're first stop. Hannah was already feeling like she was a hindrance, but Sides repeatedly assured her. Sunstreaker didn't say anything. They were in Pennsylvania at one of the toll road stops. She thought about getting something to eat. She could afford to splurge a little on artery clogging fast food and McDonalds was looking really good at the moment, so she got a burger and fries, even a large chocolate milkshake, which she drank with a smile. She ate as quickly as possible, without choking herself, before returning to the twins, who had gained the attention of some envious onlookers. Hannah grinned slightly as she walked over to Sideswipe climbing into the passenger seat. Sideswipe was grinning, thinking the attention was great. Sunny was worried people would try to touch him and get their greasy fingers on his paint.

They pulled back onto the road, Sides turning up the radio to some rock station he had picked up. It was nice to have a little music. It didn't make it quiet and awkward. A song she particularly liked came on so naturally she started to sing along softly not to annoy Sides, but she didn't know that it had already gotten his attention.

"This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us," she sang softly staring out the window, "It's time to make our move. I'm shaking off the rust. I've got my heart set on anywhere but here. I'm staring down myself, counting up the years. Steady hands, just take the wheel. And every glance is killing me. Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead. Stop and—"

"You have a nice voice." Hannah's mouth snapped shut so hard her teeth clacked. Eyes wide like dinner plates she flushed embarrassingly. Sides laughed at her reaction. "What?" he asked, "No one told you, you could sing?"

"…Not…really…"

Sides still smiled. "Well, I think you can. Music is an interesting commodity you have here on Earth. You humans are very creative. "

Hannah hunched her shoulders and smiled genuinely. "Thanks."

Sides waited for her to start singing again, but she didn't. "Are you gonna sing?"

"No," she said, "I don't think so."

"I think you should."

"Um, no thanks."

"C'mon! I just told you, you can sing."

"I know."

"Then why are you so shy?"

Hannah looked at him, seeing the encouraging yet ignorant smile. She had never received praise about anything let alone singing. She was in choir in high school but she was unknown. She never tried out for anything and she didn't try to stand out in the crowd. She hated singing by herself without another voice. Singing to the radio was considered another voice so that's what she preferred, never, ever by herself completely with just the music. Sideswipe didn't know this. He thought she could sing. She couldn't help but feel the swell of pride in her chest from such praise.

She smiled as she looked back out the window. She wasn't going to sing, not when he was listening like that so she simply hummed. It was as good as it was gonna get. Sides merely shook his head and smiled at her shyness. But still. It felt good that at least one person thought she had something worthy of talent, even though he was biased since apparently they didn't have music on his home planet. It was heartwarming nonetheless.

It was later in the afternoon, Hannah fell asleep in her seat, curled on her side, her back to the window. Sides passed a glance over at her. Humans sure did sleep a lot. In fact, they spent a good portion of their lives sleeping. Mechs, like him, they could go for Earth days or weeks without recharge. But Hannah had mentioned that sleeping was one of her favorite hobbies. If she didn't have to get up early in the morning to work everyday she admitted she was capable of sleeping for more hours then a normal, healthy humans required, just because she didn't want to get up and since that option was now available to her she took advantage of it.

"Is she still sleeping?" a voice asked from the radio. Sides immediately shushed his brother who took it as a yes. "Well, at least she's a quiet human."

"What's your problem, Sunstreaker?" Sides hissed, "She hasn't done anything to you."

"She's slowing us down," the twin repeated.

"We're not in a rush."

"Well, maybe not you."

"I like having her around," Sides said, "She's the first human we met and she offered to help us out even though she didn't have to."

"And we should've said 'thank you' and just left."

"But she wasn't safe there! What if those males tried to attack her again and we weren't there?"

Sunny didn't answer, because it was a pretty obvious conclusion. "She could've gone to stay with that friend of hers."

"Well, she didn't and she came with us. What do you wanna do? Leave her at a gas station?"

"…It crossed my mind."

Sides was feeling ready to smack his brother in the head for such a comment. "If you wanna get there so fast then go on ahead. I'm not leaving her."

"Well, I'm not leaving you. Primus knows the trouble you'll get into with only a human as your keeper."

"Not as much as we get in together."

Sunny allowed himself a light laugh. "True to that."

"Just lay off her okay? She's a nice girl."

"Fine, but I'm still sick of all this stopping."

"So is she. I heard her stomach growling and when I asked her if she was hungry she said she can wait."

"Human's require a lot of fuel."

"Well, I could use an energon cube right about now."

"Me too," Sunny said, "but we'll make it, even with all the pit-stops."

"Hope so, cause I don't wanna use any of those nasty fossil fuels. Bleh!"

"I don't want to know what that stuff will do to my internal systems. I'm already getting sick of all these bugs out here on my windshield. I'm gonna have bug guts on my paint for days."

"Oh, get over it you sissy."

The line of black SUV's rolled up in the destroyed parking lot of Hannah's apartment building. Who climbed out should have been no surprise. Agent Simmons of Sector 7 had been called in by the President himself to investigate to the "meteors" that had crashed in New Jersey. After flying in, he had no time to recuperate from jet lag before he was whisked off to the scene. Walking over to the adjacent craters, he stared down into them. The device he held in his hands crackled and popped as Tom Banachek walked up beside him.

"What do you think?" the tall, thin man asked.

"14 rads," replied the other, "We've got NBEs." Banachek nodded as Simmons addressed the surrounding people in black uniforms. "We need to know what side these guys are on," Simmons said, "I want this investigated to the fullest. I want every nook and cranny inspected and tested. Check police precincts, hospitals, and the locals in the area. Get going!"

The group disbanded. Sector 7 may have been terminated, but there was no way the United States government was not going to have someone working on this case of alien refugees on Earth, if merely for precautionary purposes. Simmons and Banachek were both dubbed most qualified for the job. Simmons knew what their newest comrades thought of him. Banachek they tolerated, but they did not like Simmons, especially the bug one, which even an egotistical bastard like Simmons had to understand why.

Simmons looked down into one of the craters. If these two mechs were Autobots they would've received a signal by now, but they hadn't and now they were missing. They had to be Decepticons. Oh, and he couldn't wait. Simmons had a grin on his face as he and Banachek headed back to the truck. Nabbing one of those suckers would be fun.

Like I said. Not much. The semester ends May 1st, so you can expect an update either before that or after...probably after b/c I have to study. Sorry if this seems late and sorry it's so short and sorry I won't update for awhile. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I hoped you liked it!

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