A/N: Back again! Sorry for the wait again. Classes have started so I've been busy. Chemistry kinda sucks, acutally. I also got a new computer because my other one died. Maybe, those of you who read The Ties that Bind, remember when I had major computer issues? I had to replace the whole motherboard and stuff, well a year later and the thing crashes on me. Whipee. But now I'm okay, I got everything off it before that happened and my new computer is friggin GREEEN! And I love it!

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy it. Hopefully, the my writer's block is coming to an end, but we'll see. I'm sticking to it though.

Thanks to Dementa for editing this for me! I appreciate the help! And I know you appreciated reading it before everyone else lol.

Twin Times the Fun
Makeover

Carl Johnson was completely silent in the back of the black SUV. Banachek and Simmons were up front, both quiet as well. After what Carl had seen he had been given time to mull over it and yet he still found that a part of his brain was unable to accept it.

Aliens on Earth?

It was something out a bad sci-fi movie, though giant robots seemed to be a little better than the idea of aliens coming to Earth to harvest humans for some intergalactic barbeque. At least some of these guys were apparently good guys.

And the bad guys were the ones that kidnapped Hannah James.

She must've been so afraid. They probably threatened to kill her if she has said something to the police about their landing. And when he friend explained the bruise on her cheek it made her wonder what exactly they had done to hurt her. Now they were on the run with a human hostage. God forbid, any local authorities catch them. No doubt the hostile aliens would kill any other human who got in their way, including Hannah.

No, this was up to Sector 7 and though he wasn't an official agent, Simmons and Banachek decided it would be best for him to tag along.

"How you handling it, Carl?" Simmons asked, "Is it alright if I call you Carl?"

Carl nodded, "Yeah. And…okay, I guess."

Simmons had a strange smile. "Kind of cool, isn't it?"

Cool as in everything little boys' dream, yes. Cool in terms of a secret alien war being fought under the human races' nose, not so much. The fact that these guys could easily end this world with their war didn't settle with the weathered detective, not when the Earth seemed to be in a delicate struggle as it was.

"How did you keep this a secret? What about Mission City?"

"Fear and panic have a way of influencing people to believe whatever they want to believe. Would you believe it to be an alien war or a terrorist attack? With the fear of terrorism it wasn't hard to convince the public that that's what happened."

Carl couldn't help but think that it was very underhanded of the government to plant such a lie and then he thought 'wait, it's the government' and shrugged it off as something to be expected. But still. If he had seen the battle there was no way that he'd ever believe that it was terrorism. He was sure that others didn't believe it either and he wondered if anything happened to those people.

"What about the people that didn't believe you?"

Both Banachek and Simmons didn't look positively thrilled by that question. "When fear won't talk, money will."

"So how many of the tax payers' dollars are you spending exactly?"

"You don't want to know," Banachek sighed.

"But within reason," Simmons defended, "There is no escalation. They're paid off and when they push for more we push back."

Carl couldn't help but feel this was getting better and better and that was in a sarcastic way. "Push back how."

"Again, I don't think you want to know."

"You know, since I'm gonna be working for you guys I think you should drop the you-don't-want-to-know crap and tell the truth."

Simmons nodded understandingly. "The fear factor comes back into play, only we threaten to take away a lot more than just their livelihoods."
Carl wasn't sure if he wanted to ask his next question but he asked anyways. "What?"

"Do I really need to answer that?"

Carl shook his head, a feeling a dread filled him. "No, I don't think you do."

Banachek's eyes flickered up at him in the rearview mirror. "With the kidnapping of this girl, we have no idea what these two are planning besides getting to Tranquility, Nevada. The thing is the Autobots are stationed in the Hoover Dam and Sam Witwicky, the boy responsible for killing the Decepticon leader, Megatron is still closely tied to them. If they are Decepticons-"

"They are Decepticons," Simmons interrupted, "Why else would they ignore our transmissions and kidnap a human?"

Banachek ignored him. "If they are Decepticons I can only imagine it's for revenge. Protecting Sam Witwicky is our highest priority. But if they're Autobots, they may just want to meet up with their comrades."

"If they're Autobots, why kidnap the girl?" Carl asked.

Banachek shook his head. "I don't know. But we can't just to conclusions," he glared at Simmons, "This could all be one big misunderstanding."

Simmons scoffed.

"So does the leader know about all this?" Carl asked.

"Optimus Prime?" Banachek supplied, "No he doesn't. That's where we're going."

Carl blinked dumbly. "We're going to tell him?"

"Yes. We thought we could handle this on our own, but a Decepticon threat is as much of a concern to them as it is to us."

"What will we do to save Hannah James if they end up being Decepticons?" Banachek and Simmons shared a grim expression Carl didn't like. Leaning forward in his seat his eyes shifted between the two in anger and disbelief. "You do plan on helping her, right?"

"We will do all we can for Hannah James," Banachek finally replied.

Simmons wasn't as sympathetic. 'But if this is a Decepticon threat our first priority is to eliminate it no matter the cost."

"You would just let her die?" Carl hollered, outraged.

"Lose one to save thousands," Simmons replied.

Carl wanted to punch the back of the man's head. He wanted to curse Banachek out for silently agreeing with him. He wanted to pull the truck over, get out and go back to being a meager homicide detective in Jersey. How could they say such a think about an innocent young woman? Let her die without even trying to help her? He silently prayed that Simmons was wrong, that those two weren't Decepticons and Hannah would soon be safe. If not and Hannah's life was endanger, Carl silently made a promise to himself. If no one else, he would do all he could to save Hannah James.

"Okay, you say 'Galileo' after me!"

"Huh?"

"Galileo!"

"…Galileo?"

"Galileo!"

"Um…"

"Galileo Figaro-magnifico-o-o-o! I'm just a poor boy no body loves me!"

"Hannah?"

"He's just a poor boy from a poor family! Spare him his life of this monstrosity! Sing with me!"

"I don't know how!"

"C'mon! Try!"

"I don't know the words!"

"BISMILLAH! NO!"

"What in the name of Primus is that supposed to mean?"

"WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!"

"I don't understand!"

"LET HIM GO!"

"…"

Hannah released a laugh at the confused pout on Sides' face. "Okay, you at least have to do the head-bang with me."

"Head-bang? That sounds painful."

Hannah never lost her smile. "It is. It's too bad you've never seen Wayne's World. I think you'd like that movie."

"How do you do it?"

"It's easy. It's like nodding your head really, really hard."

"…Oookaaaay…"

Hannah sighed teasingly. "Okay, fine, just watch me and then you can do it."

As the voice on the radio rang out in a high falsetto for the words 'for me' Sides watch as Hannah reared back her head in preparation. As soon as the electric guitar picked up again, Hannah's frizzy hair went everywhere in a haphazard movement that probably killed precious human brain cells.

"Do it!" Hannah ordered.

"I don't…"

"DO IT, NOW!"

"OKAY!"

Sunny nearly swerved into another car on the road as he watched the two in shock and disbelief. What the Pit was that? Were they having seizures?

Finally, the head-banging part was over and Hannah was back to belting the lyrics as loud as she could while dancing in her seat. Sideswipe couldn't help but laugh out loud as Hannah seemed to cast her inhibitions out the window and have the most fun he had ever seen her have since he met her.

When the song was over Hannah flopped back in her seat, panting heavily, but with a huge smile. "Dude, as soon as we get to Tranquility we're renting Wayne's World and you're watching it."

"It's too bad I can't connect to your Internet. I'd already know what it was if I could."

Hannah pouted. "Well that's no fun. You can't know about the movie before you see it."

Sides nodded with a grin. "Then you'll show it to me when we get there."

"You bet your metal butt I will."

"Are you two dead?"

Hannah snorted at Sunny's question. "No, silly!"

"I learned how to head-bang, bro!"

"…That's great Sideswipe. I'm so happy for you."

Sunny cut the line leaving his companions to laugh.

"So do you think we can get back on the highway yet?" Sides asked.

Hannah grew a little more serious. "Maybe she should go through one more town. They're all pretty small and we haven't been noticed so far since we've been taking back roads."

"One more," Sides agreed, "Then we're moving on. I can't take going this slow."

"Just a little longer," she reassured.

Other classic songs came on the radio which Hannah softly sung along to while Sides listened. The were nearing another town, not that large, but one could see that the chains had already started in infiltrate. Hannah liked McDonalds as much as the next person but she really wasn't sure if there needed to be five all a mile apart from each other.

Having grown up in a more economically depressed side of New Jersey, she didn't know much about small town life, but compared to big time city life it was probably a dream. She didn't think she could handle the idea of everyone knowing her name, but it would be nice not to be surrounded by so many people and feel so alone.

Even in elementary school Hannah wasn't the best at making friends and it only grew worse from there, especially middle school. She was a complete outcast and though she had at least one friend on high school, Ken, it didn't get much better from that.

She ran a tentative finger over one of her bushy eyebrows. She remembered that for her interview with Mrs. Winters a year ago she had spent a large fraction of the money in her pay check to get her hair and eyebrows down and went shopping for a nice outfit to wear. It wasn't anything extravagant, but it was obviously enough to impress Mrs. Winters. But then she let her self go again and apparently it's what got her fired.

"What are you thinking about?"

Hannah looked over at Sides and all his curiosity. It was endearing to see that he was so curious about her whether it was because she was human or her troubles, he always wanted to know and he always wanted to help.

"Nothing really," she said, "I just—STOP!"

Sides slammed on the breaks nearly causing his brother to rear end him. A few people looked over and the three sat in muted horror waiting for them to be recognized. The citizens merely shook their head, muttered under their breath about some 'crazy city slickers' as they continued. It was more than likely a stroke of luck that they weren't recognized.

"What the slag is your problem, Sides? Why did we stop?"

"Ask her!" Sides gestured to the blushing young woman in the passenger seat.

"Sorry," Hannah muttered, "I need an hour."

"An hour for what?" Sides asked.

Hannah didn't look at him, keeping her eyes on the building before her. If she did her math right she'd have just enough to get her through the rest of the trip and ever get gas for the two if it came right down to their dire need of it.

She climbed out of the car before Sides could lock her in. "Drive around, find a remote spot and stretch your legs. Meet me here at 3 o'clock."

"Wha? Hannah!"

She ignored them and rushed into the shop.

Sunny growled. "This is ridiculous. What can she possibly need in a New Visions of You Beauty Shop?"

Sides shrugged. "Let's just get going. We haven't been in our true forms in forever. I'm started to get a little cramped."

Sunny couldn't deny that he was feeling the same way. Sides pulled down the street and Sunny followed.

Hannah halted at the door and started into the hair salon nervously. Taking a breath she went to the desk and stared over at the young woman with unnatural blond hair. "Um, hi."

The woman looked up, an eyebrow so thin it looked like it was painted on, rose. "Can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah I was wondering if you guys did walk in appointments."

"We sure do," the woman replied, "We've got one right now. Patty!"

A plump Italian woman came forward with a wide smile and friendly eyes. She looked to be in her late forties with dark-blond highlighted hair. She wasn't fazed by Hannah's frizzled hair and busy eyebrows. The woman was very forward, grabbing Hannah by the arm and hauling her towards the back where the wall was lined with sinks. Hannah couldn't get a word in edge wise before she was unceremoniously tossed into on of the chairs.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and said you want a wax and a major haircut," Patty stated as she started to wet and wash Hannah's hair.

"Y-Yeah."

"Don't be nervous, hon. Right when I saw you in the window I knew exactly what you needed and I have the perfect idea for your hair."

Hannah was still uneasy, but she was going to trust this lady to do the right thing. "Ok."

Patty finished washing her hair and wrapped it in a towel. Hannah was moved into another chair behind a small screen. The wax was already hot and ready to go. Sitting down, Patty pushed her shoulders back. Using a thin wooden thick she applied the wax to the problem areas with skill and then pressed the white strips of some sort of paper. Hannah's shoulder's tensed immediately, a sense of terrified familiarity welling up inside her.

"Relax," the beautician said, "This might hurt a little."

And then she pulled.

Everyone in the shop turned at the scream of, "SON of a BITCH!"

Sides was pacing. He didn't understand what Hannah was doing, what she was thinking in town. Why did she just run off like that? Was something wrong? Was she okay?

"Will you stop?" Sunny asked irritably, "It's annoying."

Sides glared down at his brother, but did as he asked, stopping on the other side of the small, at least small for them, area they had found surrounded by trees. Sunny had a use of the most basic of his scanners which were operating at only 46 capacity, but would do in case an unfortunate human decided to venture too close. Neither one of them liked being so blind.

"What do you think she's doing?"

"Who cares?" Sunny shrugged.

"I do."

Sunny looked up from where he was sitting, his bright optics narrowed in pure annoyance at that little statement. "How can you? You hardly know her. She's just one human out of billions."

Sideswipe turned his back on him and walked to the other side of the clearing, which only took a step and a half, really. "I don't need a lecture from you," he stated, "I appreciate what Hannah's trying to do. She helps me understand this planet and the cultures here. If you'd just take a nanosecond to listen to her—"

"I do listen to her," Sunny shot back, "You keep your short-wave radio on just so I can listen."

Sides fixed his brother with a stare that seemed unusually uncharacteristic for the happy-go-lucky Autobot. "You could have turned off yours."

Sunstreaker growled, obviously caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "How else am I to make sure you don't talk about me?"

"Oh, c'mon, Sunny!" Sides said exasperated.

"Drop it Sideswipe. Enough."

When Sunny used his entire name like that it meant he was angry. It was best for everyone to stop talking when Sunstreaker was angry and that included Sides. The last thing they needed was to start a fight that the entire state would hear, not to mention the damage it would cause to the surrounding area and the town. So Sides dropped the subject but the look he gave his twin indicated that it would be brought up again, very soon.

Three o'clock eventually rolled around and they left to meet up with Hannah, Sides leading of course, because if Sunny were, there was no doubt he would speed in the opposite direction of Hannah. Sides pulled into an open parking spot outside the shop and waited while Sunny sat a few intersections back waiting, not to draw attention.

Sides couldn't see Hannah in there though. When a single woman walked out of the shop he tried to peek around her to see if she was in the back, but there was still nothing. It was then that he noticed that the woman that had left the shop was standing at his passenger side door looked down at him anxiously.

By now he was used to people staring. He and his brother took the forms of extremely expensive foreign cars in this country. Some people have never even seen a Lamborghini in person much less two. But the woman wasn't moving on. She shifted nervously on her feet and clutched at the strap of her purse. When she tried to the door handle Sides was tempted to set of an alarm, but the nervous voice that came from the girl halted him.

"Sides," she hissed, "Open the door. People are staring."

"HANNAH?"

"Shh! Open up!"

The door immediately popped open, almost smacking her in the face. 'Hannah' slid inside and faced the hologram what was staring at her in an opened mouth stare. A looked of horror came to her face. "You don't like it?"

"What happened to you?"

"I got my hair done."

Hannah hardly looked like herself. In fact, if it weren't for the large brown eyes behind the thick glasses one could hardly tell. Her hair had been cut short, just passed her shoulders. It was no longer frizzy, but perfectly straight, falling in many layers around her face. Gone were the bushy eyebrows and were now thinner and perfectly arched over her eyes. They were still a little red from the wax, but it was slowly fading away.

Hannah looked hot.

"Do you like it?" Hannah asked nervously.

Sides nodded stupidly. "You look so…different."

Hannah slouched in her seat. "Is that bad?"

"No!" Sides said, not wanting her to take it wrong, "Different is good. This different is good."

Hannah smiled. It was that smile that proved that she was still the same girl. "Surprised ya, huh?"

"A little."

"Sorry if it took too long. I just, well," she laughed at how stupid she felt, "I was just thinking that I was long due a little makeover so yeah. Sorry to interrupt the trip. We can get on the highway if you want since I already grabbed food."

Sides nodded, but he was still staring at Hannah in shock. Hannah understood why. She probably never looked this good before. She hardly recognized herself at first glance when she looked in the mirror when Patty was done.

"Sunny isn't mad is he? I probably should've waited until—"

"It's fine," Sides said, "It was nice to walk around for a bit."

"Next time you do I'll have to be there. I've only seen you guys in robot form once."

"Robot form?" Sides laughed.

"What? That's what it is," Hannah defended. She pulled her seatbelt on and nodded. "Let's get going."

Sides pulled from the curb and Sunny followed a few cars behind. None of them noticed Patty in the shop scrambling to get the phone. On the TV behind her was a picture of Hannah on the news once again with two other snapshots of red and yellow Lamborghinis.

AN: I guess if you wanna know what Hannah looks like you can think of Anne Hathaway from The Princess Diaries before and a little older. That's who I picutre so if you want to see pictures I've made check out my site on my profile. Thanks for being patient and I hope y'all like it!

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