A/N: I'm back. Sorry for taking so long. I don't really have an excuse. I've just been reading a lot of books lately. The next update won't take as long, I promise. Sorry for the wait. I don't know if this chapter will make up for it, but hopefully it'll help. Please enjoy!

I'd like to thank DemonicSymphony once again for being my beta reader. THANK YOU!

I don't own Transformers.

Twin Times the Fun
False Accusations

Ken was leaning over a Toshiba laptop, replacing a bad motherboard. The student that it belonged had been frantcally trying to find out what was wrong with it and sent it to him since he was one of the best in the business. It really wasn't anything she could've done, just a bad mother board. Thankfully, the hard drive was fine and not much needed to be replaced, though it was still costing her a little more than three hundred dollars.

Botchy meowed and jumped up onto the table, seeking attention. Grinning, Ken scratched the kitten's ears before going back to work. Botchy would have none of that and immediately got in the way, purring and rubbed his face on Ken's hand. Sighing, the man plucked the cat off the table and leaned back in his chair, stroking his back and ears. He wasn't hungry, because he'd already been fed. Maybe he was just missing Hannah since she smothered the little guy with love every day. Ken was still a little baffled by Hannah's rush to get out of New Jersey, but he could hardly blame her. She didn't have one good memory of this place.

Ken lifted the cat so he was eye level. "You miss your mama don't you?"

Botchy lamented the statement with a meow, his tail flicking back and forth. Ken dropped the cat to his chest again and looked at the laptop. Placing Botchy on the floor he got back to work. Taking the hint, Botchy strode off, probably to get himself into trouble like he was prone to do if left unattended for too long.

When Ken heard a knock at his door he frowned in confusion since he wasn't expecting company. Getting up and opening the door he made sure Botchy wasn't around to sneak out like he seemed to fancy doing according to his owner. Seeing to detectives standing on his doorstep was something he really wasn't planning on seeing, so rightly his mouth dropped open when he saw Johnson and Viglione looking serious and grim.

"Ken Altman?" Viglione questioned.

"Yes?" came the tentative reply.

"Have you seen Hannah James in the past twelve hours?"

"Uh, yeah, just before she went on a road trip with a few friends. Why? Is she in trouble or something?"

The two detectives looked at each other before addressing the young man again. "How did she seem when she came here? Was she nervous or calm?"

Ken frowned but still answered the question, "Well she had a bruise on her cheek and a cut on her neck. She said the gang that was always outside her apartment attacked her so she was a little jumpy."

"And she didn't report it?"

"She was leaving for her road trip, so no, I guess not."

"Who did she leave with?"

Ken thought back. "Two guys, Frank and Joe, I think she said their names were but they had nicknames too and they drove Lamborghinis."

Johnson frowned in confusion as to the significance of the two models of cars but passed it up for another question. "What were their nicknames?"

"Sunny and Sides," Ken answered, "What's going on? Why you looking for Hannah?"

"I'm afraid we can't disclose that information to anyone but her family," Viglione stated.

"Her family?" Ken mocked, "She doesn't have a family. If your going to her mother's good luck in getting her to care and don't even bother trying to find her father. Just tell me if she's okay."

Johnson and Viglione looked at each other again before the latter sighed. "We don't know. You say she went on a road trip, but we have reason to believe she's covering for the incident outside her apartment."

"The meteors?" Ken asked.

"Yes."

"Why would she cover for that?"

"We were hoping maybe you could tell us."

Ken shook his head regrettably. "I don't know."

"These two men, Sunny and Sides, did you meet them?"

"No, they didn't get out of the car when Hannah came in to get directions off my computer."

"Directions to where?"

"Tranquility, Nevada."

Johnson's eyes narrowed. "Sir, does Ms. James have any means in which we could contact her?"

"No, she doesn't have a cell phone or anything."

"And you say she seemed uncomfortable when she came and got the directions?"

"Well, yeah, I mean she was a little banged up and scared. She was in a real rush too."

Johnson nodded and gestured to his partner who immediately whipped out his cell phone. Ken couldn't really hear what the man was saying and it was frustrating him to no end. "What's going on? Why are you looking for Hannah? She told me she already talked to you."

"Mr. Altman, believe that Hannah was forced to get directions for the ones responsible for demolishing the parking lot and now she's in over her head. We have a list of all the employees at Mrs. Winter's building and the vehicles registered for the parking structure and there's not one Lamborghini on the list, period, much less under the names Frank and Joe or Sunny and Sides," he whipped out a card and handed it over, "Call us if Hannah contacts you or you have any further information."

Ken was left with his mouth hanging open, terrified for his best friend and pissed off at his own stupidity. He should've known better then to pass off Hannah's injuries as an attempted gang bang. Now she was with two unknown suspects as their hostage.

She ran into her room, to evade the thundering footsteps behind her, but she could close her door quick enough to prevent the massive shadow from throwing it open. The edge of the door smacked her smartly in the forehead, knocking her back onto the ground, cracking the lenses of her glasses. She whimpered in fear and scooted back and she had a very good reason to. The man that stood over her glared down at her, bloodshot eyes full of contempt. She cried out in terror when he raised his right hand in a large fist.

Hannah's eyes snapped open to someone shaking her shoulder. Frowning she turned over to see that Sideswipe, or at least his physical hologram was looking at her worriedly. She sat up, adjusting in her seat to look around, noting that it had gotten a darker since she fell asleep. She looked in the side mirror and saw the yellow Lamborghini not too far behind.

"Are you okay?" the man beside her asked, "You were crying."

Hannah brushed her cheeks and sure enough they were wet. "Oh," she muttered helplessly, "Um, it was just a bad dream. No biggie."

"But you were crying."

Hannah plastered her most convincing smile, but Sides saw right through it. "Just old memories, that's all."

Sides didn't press for more information taking the hint that it was something that didn't need to be discussed at the moment. Hannah leaned back in her seat and wiped away the rest of the remnants of her tears, cursing herself for behaving this way. She was an emotional train wreck and she was sure that neither of these guys needed to be witnesses to it. They had they're own problems and all she was doing was adding to the hindrance, so when her stomach growled she ignored it, tired of being so needy. She had thought about buying groceries or something to keep in the car so they didn't have to stop, but she got the feeling that Sides wouldn't take kindly to that at the risk of spilling food in him. She was fortunate enough to have a bottled water, which she was currently sipping trying to quench her hunger. It wasn't really working.

"Wanna stop?" he asked kindly.

Hannah figured he must've heard the monster that seemed to be living in her stomach, but denied it. "No, I'm good."

A thin brow on the young man's face rose skeptically, staring at her. It made her a little uncomfortable seeing that his eyes weren't on the road, but then she remembered that the "man" in the driver's seat wasn't really driving at all. She looked back and forth between him and the front window, trying to display some sort of meager authority, but she was failing.

"Sunny," Sides said, "We're pulling off at the next stop."

"Got it."

"But I'm not hungry."

Her stomach roared.

Hannah sighed, crossing her arms and pouting. Sides merely shook his head with a teasing smile. "It's no big deal," he stated, "We don't mind, do we bro?"

The voice on the short wave radio sighed, "…no."

Hannah bit her bottom lip. Yeah, Sideswipe may not have minded but she was pretty damn sure that Sunstreaker did. He, having voiced that fact on a few occasions, made it even more obvious that he didn't like the fact that she was tagging along. It was enough to make her cry, make her scream at her own stupid uselessness.

"What the hell am I doing?" she mumbled to herself.

"What?"

Hannah smiled at the hologram and shook her head. "Nothing."

Sideswipe frowned at the confusing human. She talked to herself a few times, including a few minutes ago in her sleep. She was begging for someone not to hurt her. He was incapable of having dreams. He wasn't sure if it was just an organic thing or not, but in his entire long life, at least compared to hers, he never had any sort of incident while in stasis. He could only imagine what she saw, maybe the group of men that assaulted her, but he was unsure and she was in no rush to tell him.

"Humans are confusing," he muttered.

Hannah looked over confusedly. "Huh?"

He didn't look at her, focusing on the road. "Nothing."

Hannah got the feeling he said it like that just to egg her and unfortunately it worked. She felt bad about not filling him in since he was so obviously curious. He wasn't from Earth. He didn't know much about humans, but the languages since his hook up to the Internet was damaged when they crashed. She shifted in the seat, a little uncomfortably and bit her lip again.

Sides didn't even notice her lips parting to speak until she did. "It was a nightmare about something that happened to me when I was a kid, before my Dad left," she kept her eyes on the road when he looked at her, "Like I said; he wasn't the greatest father. He left me with my mother and I think that was the only good thing he ever did for me. When he left I was sad. He was still my Dad after all, but in the long run it's probably why I'm still here."

"Hannah—"

"It's okay," she said, "I…I just have to learn how to deal with it. I always have nightmares about that kinda stuff. It's over now right? At least for now, until I go back home."

"How old were you when he left?" Sides asked tentatively.

"Seven."

"Oh."

"I was taken away from my Mother a few times because she was "unfit" to raise me, but they kept on giving me back. I left on my eighteenth birthday. Five years later and I still haven't gotten anywhere in my life."

Sides frowned, watching the young woman beat herself up. "Well, you're here with us. You're away from it all."

Hannah's smile turned sincere as she peeked up at him under her thick eyebrows. "Yeah, for now. This beats job hunting hands down."

They pulled off the road to another stop. Hannah, who hadn't been paying attention, would soon learn that they were now in Ohio. Entering the facility's bathroom she washed her face, happy to erase the traces of her tears. She was leave the bathroom and just so happened to look up at one of the TV's hanging in the corner on the dining area. There was a picture of her on the local news channel for a small barbeque at Ken's house. She was sitting at the patio table, smiling, her eyebrows bushier than ever, her hair frizzing in the high July sun. She didn't like that picture, but what could she do? She shrugged and headed over to one of the many counters to get something to eat.

Her steps faltered, her back ridged.

She turned back around, slowly.

Staring at the TV, which was on mute she stared at the photo of herself with extremely large eyes and gapping mouth. The text at the bottom depicted that, apparently, she had been kidnapped by the aliases "Sunny" and "Sides" driving two Lamborghinis. Mouth snapping shut she made a strangled noise in the back of her throat and shuffled towards the door. She paused, however, when some uniforms entered through the first set of doors. Hannah ducked behind a garbage receptacle. The cops walked by, talking about whatever it cops talk about and didn't even notice her. Hannah got up slowly and walked outside. Her knees were locked as she walked, looking quite odd, holding a hand to shield her face from other drivers, briskly making her way over to her ride.

Sideswipe noticed how panicky Hannah was immediately. "What's wrong?"

"I've been kidnapped," she stated, her voice an octave higher than normal. "It's on the news! I'm on the news!"

"Kidnapped? We didn't kidnap you," Sunny said.

"Well apparently the state of New Jersey thinks otherwise," she sighed, "Look, you guys should just get out of here. I'm only causing you more problems."

"Good idea," Sunny said, engine revving.

"What? We're not gonna just leave you here!"

"You have to," Hannah hissed, "They have your names. They must've talked to Ken."

"Well, we're allies with the humans," Sides stated, "Why don't we just talk to them?"

"What is with you and talking to people?" Sunny growled, "Besides, Optimus said we live in secret in the transmission. Not all the humans even know about us."

"Get out of here," Hannah encouraged, "I'll be fine."

"What're you gonna do?"

"Probably just go back to New Jersey," she shrugged, "I won't tell anyone about you. I'll play the Stockholm Syndrome card or something."

"…What's that?"

"It means that I won't turn you in, now get goin'!"

"Let's go, Sideswipe," Sunny ordered.

Hannah got her duffle back out of the trunk and stepped back up on the curb smiling. Sides looked torn, well as torn as he could since a car didn't have a face. "But…But…"

"I'll be fine. Thanks for letting me tag along this far," she looked over at the yellow Lamborghini, "See ya later Sunstreaker. Good luck."

The car was silent, minus the engine, but then said softly, "You too."

Seeing that the other twin wasn't so eager to leave she placed her hands on the hood and pushed even though it was a pretty useless attempt. "Go!"

"Look! Is that her?"

"There are the cars!"

"Someone call the police!"

"Crap!" Hannah cried, "GO!"

"Sides, now!"

The mech sighed. Sunny took off, tires squealing while his brother followed, fishtailing as the pedal was floored. Hannah's smile was a combination of happy and sad. She was going to miss them, even though one of them really didn't seem to like her. They really didn't need to take her along as far as they did and yet Sides kept on reassuring that he wanted her to come. In the end, she got what she wanted. At least she wasn't in New Jersey.

Hannah turned to face the crowd that had assembled, the two cops that she had seen earlier trying to keep them back at the same time trying to get to her probably to ask her if she was okay. Hannah sighed. She really didn't want to be in the limelight. She moved to step forward when the roaring of an engine filled her ears as something raced towards them. Hannah spun around and sure enough there was the red Lamborghini streaking backwards.

The passenger side door popped open. "Let's go, Hannah!"

"What are you doing? Just go without me! Your brother is gonna kill you!"

"Freeze! Get out of the car right now!"

Hannah spun around to see that both cops had drawn their guns, aiming them at Sideswipe. In an instant, she was standing in the way, but it was only until after the cops put their weapons down that she realized she had just put herself in front of two 9mms.

"S-Sides, I think you should, uh, go."

"Not. Without. You."

"What's the matter with you?" she hissed, "Are you insane? Who cares?"

"I care! And so does Sunny…a little…Will you just get in!"

"I'm only causing you more trouble."

"I don't care! You're our friend and we're not leaving you behind! We're getting to Tranquility with you, not without you."

Hannah bit her bottom lip, shifting nervously on her feet. One of the cops stepped forward. "Ms. James," he said gently, "think about what you're doing. Step away from the vehicle, okay? Just come over here."

She knew he was only doing his job, but she didn't like how he was treating her like a petrified child. She was standing in front of Sideswipe because she wanted to. And she was back up towards the open door because she wanted to. When one of the cops sprung forward to grab her, Hannah jumped in the car and the door slammed shut, even though the cop managed to grab it. There was no hologram in the seat when the gas pedal hit the floor. Tires spinning the car took off like a shot, heading for the exit where a yellow Lamborghini was waiting. Racing past Sunstreaker she heard an angry growl in the radio.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he roared angrily.

"Running from the law!" came the disembodied voice of Sideswipe, "What a rush! Yee-haw!"

Hannah didn't think that as much. "Why'd you come back? They'll be after us now."

"Who cares?" Sides said, "We just have to get to Tranquility, meet up with Optimus and everything will be a-okay."

"Not if we get caught," Sunny growled, "I hope you realize the situation you put us in."

"Yep," Sides said with a smile in his voice, "We're outlaws now."

"You might be, but I'm the victim of a kidnapping," Hannah pointed out. She looked out the back window nervously. What she saw made her whine loudly and burry her face in the back of the seat.

"Sides," Sunny growled, "I'm gonna kill you."

"Uh oh…"

"Uh oh?" Hannah cried, "That's all you have to say? 'UH OH'? This is a big 'uh oh' Sideswipe!" Five police cruisers were coming up on their rear, lights flashing and sirens blaring. Hannah slouched in the seat. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!"

Sides released a secretive chuckle. "Hannah," he said, "you might wanna put your seat belt on."

Hannah looked at the empty driver seat nervously, even though there was no one there. Sitting up she moved to pull on the seatbelt, but it moved on its own. She would've been freaked out if she didn't know any better. It jerked once to tighten across her chest. The police cruisers were getting closer and Hannah was getting more worried, especially since they were on either side of Sunstreaker now.

"Sunny?" Sides asked.

"Hit it."

"Hit what?" Hannah asked fearfully, "What are you hitting? Don't hit anything!"

Hannah was suddenly pressed into her seat as the car accelerated faster then she ever imagined, even for a Lamborghini. It was like she was on a rocket. She closed her eyes, unwilling to see them racing around trucks and other vehicles with grace. Hands in tight fists she just prayed that when she opened her eyes she'd be alive. She could hear Sides cheering and even Sunny sounded like he was having fun. She on the other had was ready to throw up, but she refrained from doing so, at least until they stopped and she could get out. Eyes clamped shut one couldn't tell she had lost consciousness since the giant increase of speed. She didn't know they left the police in the dust. She didn't know that they had gotten off the Ohio Turnpike and eventually made it to an entirely separate highway all together going south instead west.

I did like writing this chapter. I liked the idea of a character seeing themselves on the news in an apparent kidnapping. I love misunderstandings! Haha! So where are they heading now?? You'll just have to see. Sorry about the wait again and I hoped you liked it. Thanks for reading!

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