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Chapter 3

The city bustled with life for the time of night that it was, as the three extra cars that didn't belong made their way through traffic, using their true-to-life holograms in their driver's seats as not to be detected.

They knew the history well and also knew that the humans, when first seeing a Cybertronian life-form, usually screamed. Transformers were big. Well at least some, but still, seeing something not of this planet would scare the hell out of even the most believer. It was comical to come back here and see how life was before the Allspark was found and before Megatron took over. They listened to radio stations that they hadn't heard in years.

Hot Rod's stereo blared a recent song by Tribal Ink called Refugee. He found it quite interesting to listen to, while the twins had something that resembled Hip Hop or dance music, which he didn't quite like so much.

All three knew that no one except Sector Seven even knew of their existence in the first place, but there was no need to show themselves. They might use this to their advantage. All of them knew where the Allspark had been located, and that Megatron was at Hoover Dam. So technically, Optimus didn't even need Sam's glasses, and Sunny made a mental note of that. There was no way they would interfere in Bumblebee and Sam's uniting, because Sam was one of the best humans they had, aside from Robert Epps, Glenn Whitman, Maggie, William Lennox and his family, Mikaela and a few others that made refuge with the Autobots.

The wipers on the windshield of the red Lamborghini continued on their rhythm, constant, but not intermittent even though there was not a cloud in the sky. Not only was he getting looks from the other two Autobots, but he was also getting funny looks, and sometimes smirks from the humans that happened to see or pass them on the highway. Sideswipe pretended that what he was doing was completely normal, and gave questioning looks to the humans when they would point, he would shrug. The other two Autobots were less than impressed and rather perplexed about what Sides was doing, but neither were sure if they even wanted to know why Sideswipe had them on in the first place. That was until Sunstreaker finally got annoyed enough with his logic processors and the fact his brother was using them, "Sideswipe, dare I ask why you insist on using your wipers?"

"I'm Keeping them tuned, Sunny," Sideswipe answered nonchalantly before grumbling, "This is getting boring, I still don't know why it had to be us." Sideswipe was indeed getting bored. The three had been on the streets for days, and moved their ways slowly to Tranquility's vicinity.

Sunstreaker wasn't sure to laugh or to transform and pounce on his brother. He twitched in annoyance, which happened to make him swerve slightly because of his tire, "Would you stop, already with that?" Sunstreaker hissed, "We are here, you can drop it now."

"Well it was yours and Hot Rod's stupidity that got us into this mess in the first place," Side's commented suddenly as he mulled over the fact he was stuck here until they found a way back, still rather livid he was even here, "why can't it get us out of it?" He got a rumble and a few clicks and trills for a response. He hadn't expected anything more.

"If I throw a stick, will you leave?"Sunstreaker grumbled, obviously unimpressed with his brother's way of showing his displeasure, Of course he didn't mean it, and the wave that he sent his brother told him that he was venting with his colorful vocabulary.

"You remember Wheeljack mentioning messing with the time line?" Hot Rod interrupted the two's quarreling.

"Yeah, so?" Sunstreaker snapped from his small talk with Sideswipe.

"He said we could mess up the time continuum. We are already screwing it up even being here. Primus, who knows what will happen when Prime sees us." Hot Rod was mostly talking to himself, but using his vocals to perhaps prompt conversation.

"Then we can't interfere, can we?" Sunstreaker asked moving a little faster in pace of the Red Jaguar XJ220 , coming up to its side, he got a good look at himself in the reflection and smirked internally.

"We have to. I just don't know how," Hot Rod replied, gliding through traffic with fluid movement.

"Well since we already messed it up, maybe it won't hurt no matter what we do in our favor." Sideswipe came up nearly touching his brother's rear bumper.

"We will be in Tranquility by nightfall. We will have to keep an eye out for Barricade and Frenzy too." Hot Rod said.

"Those two will be just as easy to deal with as they were before," Sunstreaker said with annoyance, goosing his throttle to move ahead of Hot Rod and pass him.

"No more glitch pills for you, crab-ass!" Sideswipe called to his brother.

"You hang around Miles too much," was Sunstreaker's dry reply, "… I hear voices, Sides."

"Got a glitch in your processor?"

"And they don't like you." Sunstreaker's cool and collected reply made Hot Rod swerve from laughing so hard at the twins as they commented back and forth. Having the two around wasn't always a bad thing, for sometimes they got downright comical with their sarcasm, something that apparently wasn't only on Earth, because they knew what it was a long time beforehand.

"You!" Sides said with a darkened intone, "Off my planet!" He recoiled at his brother, doing his best to rile him up.

"Your planet? Who died and left you boss?" was the dry reply.

"Earth is full," Sides grinned inwardly, "go home."

"Ordinarily you are insane, brother," Sunstreaker sneered, "but you do have lucid moments when you are only stupid. That surprises me."

Why did the slagger have to be such a killjoy, anyways? "And they say I am the evil twin," Sides said with mock annoyance as he glanced at Hot Rod who was still finding it difficult to stay on the road. He had also fallen back a bit from the fits of laughter.

"What are you laughing at, you slagger?"

"You two!" Hot Rod chuckled, "You guys are funny."

Sunstreaker growled at Hot Rod and Sideswipe chuckled at his brother's annoyance, earning him a threatening growl himself, but this only made him laugh harder.

"Should we contact Bumblebee?" Sides asked, moving behind Hot Rod as the Jaguar XJ220 passed Sunstreaker because of a car in the lane next to them.

"I'm not sure. Remember, we had them until Mission City, so maybe we shouldn't interfere at all until then." The Jaguar XJ220 slid his way around another car, the young man in the passenger seat of the car nearly drooling as he looked up at him with the Hologram and grinned before speeding off in front as the twins came up his rear. The kid was nearly melting into a puddle of goo at the sight of the Lamborghinis, "I forgot what it was like to look this good," Sunstreaker said smugly.

The three tore down the highway, speeding up yet watching for police. They remembered how cops were actually useful for a time, but they also needed to watch for Barricade. It would suck for the Decepticon to find them and burst their chances of saving the world.

"Hot Rod, I got Bumblebee on my long range." Sunstreaker said while the three sat in a parking lot, watching, waiting, "He hasn't pinged me, so I guess we are still undetectable."

"Where is he?"

"Near the Witwicky residence,"

"Do you think he has made contact yet?"

"We should go find out, no?"

"Let's," Sides beamed, "this parking lot is making me feel cramped!"

Three whining engines roared to life and the three cars pulled out of the area, headed further out of town, to where Sunstreaker had identified him. It didn't take long to get to the Junk yard where they found Bumblebee standing and sending his signal, "Good, Optimus will be here soon."

They heard scuffling and the 6 optics settled on a running Sam, they about barreled over when he started recording his experience and about how his car stood up. They could definitely pick on him now. It was bad enough they had heard about it, but this time they witnessed it. It would make such a good weapon to pick on the poor fragger later on. All three ducked out of the way when they saw the police find Sam, and couldn't hold in their laughter when they heard him claim that someone stole his car.

"Wow, I never thought it was this funny!" Sideswipe laughed almost silently.

"He never told it like this!" Sunstreaker giggled.

Hot Rod kneeled back slightly, looking down, then at the twins then back to Sam again. He seemed to be the only one with wisdom in him. Granted, he had his streaks of being a punk and not listening, but he still felt he had to be the more responsible here. He felt that the twins were his responsibility. Why, he had no idea, because he wasn't much older than them, maybe a few vorns. He couldn't ever figure out this alternate programming that surfaced itself when he was in the front line. It was as if it was an override, and if it was, he could never find out why, no matter how much he searched. He never spoke 

of it to anyone. Some would find it perhaps a good quality, others might find it offensive. Then again, he was here now, not 25 years into the future. The twins' laughing snapped him back to reality as he assessed the situation. Tonight would not be the night for contact.

Hot Rod, Sunny and Sides had pinpointed Sam's house, and were all parked not far from it. It was unusual to find cars this exotic parked on this road, so they were not surprised to get a few hawkers or ever be touched by people who admired the cars.

So much for being inconspicuous. Sunstreaker groused to himself, yet taking in all the eyes that laid on him.

/Hey, did Wheeljack say how to get back?/ Sideswipe asked, killing the silence on the bots' internal link.

/Back? Back where? To the future?/

/Yeah/

/Sides/ Sunstreaker had thought his brother knew. He let out what sounded like a grunt and a sigh, /we can't get back./

/What? What do you mean 'we can't get back', Sunny?"/

Sunstreaker could slightly feel his brother's agitation, he really didn't know, /The thing was designed to send, but not return. We are stuck here./

Silence on the twins' spark shared internal link.

/Sideswipe, I thought you knew./ Sunstreaker could feel the pang of dread from his brother.

/Uh, no. I kinda missed that class./

/Fine thing to-/

/Shh! Bee's coming back!/ Hot Rod interrupted, seeing Bee pulling into the driveway of the Witwicky house. They then, a few minutes later watched as Sam took off on a … girl's bike? They could hardly believe what they were seeing. How was it so hard to introduce yourself? They watched Bee following Sam.

"Let's follow them,"

"Yeah, sure." Sideswipe answered as his engine started.

/Sides, don't worry about it, we are alive, that's all that matters, worry about the now./ Hot Rod said before pulling out just out of Bee's range, but well within their own.

Wheeljack and Ratchet had come up with a way to make all of the Autobot's scanner range farther, so had been altered as a means to detect Decepticons further away than the Decepticons could themselves. This gave them a big chance to escape and not be killed. It also apparently made it really 

easy to follow Bee as he followed Sam. It was quite funny to watch. Bee never made an attempt to run over Sam, and Sam still yelled and pedaled on, trying to get away from who he had deemed 'Satan's Camaro'.

They lost Bumblebee in the mess of cars through the city and decided to back off anyways. Their new hide and seek spot was located lined up in an alleyway. All three of them backed in with immaculate timing, making it appear as if it was performed that way. People watched as each 'driver' simulated getting out of his car and they all gathered around Sunny's shimmering hood, where they watched, sensed but did not move. Even when they saw Barricade move by them, which made them all freeze suddenly.

"You know, having cars like that in allies like this is not wise," came a voice. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and Hot Rod all looked up from their conversation to the person standing there. He was about 6 foot tall and had longer blond hair.

"We are pretty sure we have enough protection," Sunstreaker piped to counter the comment.

"Got a few guns to stop people from stealing those?"

"Could say that," Sunstreaker replied, grinning at the young man.

"What are a group of guys like you doing here anyways?"

"Recon, why? What's it to you?" The young man grimaced at the attitude the guy with the yellow windbreaker was giving him.

"Just curious," Eyes went from the yellow Lamborghini, and it's apparent owner, "There is a reason you're getting such looks at your cars." The man smiled as his eyes trailed down the red Jaguar, not missing the skirt or the carbon-fiber double wing that graced the back of the car.

"Listen, is there something you need? You're intruding." Sunstreaker folded his arms over his chest. The young man gave him a glance, then looked back to the car, hurt apparent on his face, "I uh… I will go then, I am sorry."

"Wait," Hot Rod shook his head and put his hand up for the man, shooting a glare at Sunstreaker, "Streaker, ya can't always be so mean to people! Haven't you learned anything in all the time we've been here?"

Sunstreaker grumbled.

/You forget he doesn't know you yet, Sunny./ Hot Rod sent over the internal link to the yellow brother. Sunstreaker gave the young man a questioning look. The young man waved to them all as he left, "I'll be seeing you around," and he disappeared behind the wall.

How true that was, just he didn't know it yet.

This was just a little fun with the twins and their mouths. They might be a little OOC, but that may because of the slang and dialect they picked up from being on Earth so long. Sorry bout that. So, how was it? :D