Alise was taken back at the machine's hand suddenly grabbing her, and though he wasn't hurting her, she didn't enjoy being handled like a rag doll. As soon as the machine took off, she heard the cries of the crowd behind them and then gunfire came. She looked back to see bullets flying towards them, one in particular coming uncomfortably close to her, whizzing past her head. The machine had seen this and put his hand that was holding her in front of his chest, using himself as a shield against any other projectiles that may have been fired at them.

The machine wasn't running particularly fast, but it was quick enough that the crowd didn't have a chance at following them. Alise looked back to see that the mass of people was no longer in sight, but she didn't want the machine to stop just yet, just in case. The cold night air was flying against her face, and she couldn't help, but put her face against the machine's hand to keep her face out of the wind. After a few minutes of this, the machine stopped. Alise looked from his hand to see that they were basically in the middle of nowhere. She couldn't see any buildings or streets, or any sign of life that wasn't from a snake or lizard. Ever since she was little, it was pounded into her mind that one of the most dangerous things to do was go too far into the desert. It was so easy to get lost, and finding your way back was not only difficult, but slim. Alise started to feel a sinking feeling in her gut.

The machine took his hand that wasn't holding her, and placed it under her, giving her the ability to sit. She gratefully took this gift and stretched out her arms and legs as she settled carefully on his hand, seeming to fit perfectly in it. She noticed as she sat there that the machine was warm, and she sat back against his chest to try and gather some of his heat on the chill night. She couldn't help but think about what had just happened. In one night, she was tossed into the air by an enraged mechanical death machine, saved by friendlier one, and then assisted said machine in taking down the previous. But the most shocking event of the night was that Sal, her best friend of so many years, had pointed a gun at her, and threatened to shoot her new friend. That was the event out of all of them that scared her the most.

"Where do we go?" she asked the machine. He looked down at her and smirked.

"You live around here?'" he asked her, the sound of a teenaged boy trying to be flirty coming from his chest.

She nodded. "Just off the main road. If we can get to the path, I could probably get us there."

The machine nodded. He took his eyes off Alise and seemed to scan the area. He stopped and looked into the distance. His eyes glowed brighter and brighter and then suddenly faded. The machine looked down at her and smiled.

"'Houston, we have lift off,'" he voiced over, and Alise held on tight as he began to run in the direction he had scanned. Sure enough, after about ten minutes of running, they ended up on paved main road and Alise breathed a sigh of relief. They had to walk on the side of the road for a little before they found exactly where they were, but luckily no bystanders were around to see them. They were only about a mile from her house, and once again the machine broke off in a run when she told him they were almost there. Alise held her breath the entire time he was running, not because she was afraid he would drop her, but because she was worried that the police and the angry mob of townspeople would be waiting at her home when they got their. They were just about to round the corner where they could see her house when Alise started whispering, "Wait, stop!"

The machine obeyed, looking down at her with confusion on his face.

"I'm going to take a look and see if anyone's at my house. Stay here and stay low, I'll be right back."

The machine let her down and then bent over in the tall brush they were standing in. A "'Yes, sir!'" came from him, and he saluted her.

She tried to suppress a laugh and rolled her eyes. "You're something else, you know that right?"

"'You know you love me,'" he said, and Alise recognized the line and the voice from Gossip Girl. This time she did laugh, but she quickly stopped and tried to compose herself when she remembered the situation at hand and she started to walk slowly up the hill. She crept slowly through the tall brush and peeked out to look and see her home in the distance. No one was there. She breathed a sigh of relief, and went, "Pssst! The coast is clear!" to the machine. She saw him cautiously walk up the hill and take a look at her home also. He scanned the area, looking for any hidden enemies, but found none and offered Alise his hand to climb on, which she quickly accepted. She climbed on and sat back down.

The machine walked quickly across the road and down the hill, and stopped when he reached Alise's property. He was slightly bigger than her parents' home, Alise noticed, but the back was large enough that if he sat down it would hide him. She told him to go around back, which he did, and he let her off.

"Thanks," she said to him, not knowing what else to say. She paused. "So what now?"

The machine looked to her. "'I have (static) to go.'"

"Can I ask where?" She paused. She then cautiously asked, "You're not here for world denomination, are you?"

The machine seemed to chuckle. "'Not me, (static) but (static) he (static) was.'"

"He? You mean that thing you saved us from?"

"'Yes.'"

Alise couldn't believe what she was hearing. "So did you just like, save the world?"

He smirked. One of Alise's favorite Beatles songs fill the air saying, "' I get by, with a little help, from my friends.'"

"Friends? There are more of you out there?"

"'Yes.'"

"So I assume there are more of them out there, too."

Andy Griffith's voice came from his chest. "'I declare, Floyd, I believe you're getting the hang of it!'" The machine gave her a thumb's up.

"Huh." She was speechless.

"'So what are (static) you going (static) to (static) now?'" he asked her. She sighed.

"I don't know. Wait for the Sheriff and his gang of merry-men to get here, I guess."

The machine's face dropped. "'Why?'"

She found herself laugh. "Why? Because I just helped a 20 foot alien robot escape! They probably think I'm dead or in your spaceship!"

The machine shrugged. "'Hey, I want one of those!'" a little boy's voice came on.

She mockingly scoffed. "You're impossible!"

"'It's apart of my charm.'"

She laughed. He really was humorous like a normal human. She couldn't believe what tonight had had in store for her. She sighed.

"You should probably go. They'll be here any minute."

The machine just stood there. He seemed to be contemplating something. Then after a few moments, he said, "'Come (static) with me.'"

Alise nearly fell over. "What?"

Suddenly the machine dropped to one knee and a very knightly British accent came forward. "' You saved me. And for that, I owe you my life.'" He took her very small hand in-between two of his fingers and bowed his head towards her. She blushed a little.

"How did I do that?"

He looked back up at her, rolling his eyes. "You kept (static) the (static) humans (static) from (static) shooting at (static) me. (Static) And you (static) lead me here.'"

"Well I-"

He smirked and a Matchbox Twenty song started playing. "'I can't let you go, can't let you go. You're part of my soul. You're all that I know, I can't let you go."

She paused. "Oh my."

"'So what do you say?'" another voice came forward.

Alise was stunned for a moment. He wanted her to come with him? She didn't even now where he was going! Was she stupid enough to go on the road with an alien robot who she had just met that night? A robot who had also saved her life and (as he seemed to be thinking) that she saved his too? Any other time, no.

But this wasn't any other time. This was now.

"Okay. I'll go."

The machine chirped happily, making her jump, but the noise was ultimately pleasant.

"Give me a moment," she said. He nodded at her and she quickly ran into the house. Her heart was beating a million miles per hour. Was she really going to do this?

Apparently so.

She ran into her bedroom and grabbed one of her small duffel bags. She started to fill it with random articles of clothing and a blanket, and then proceeded to take off the dress she was previously wearing. It was full of dirt, and burnt at the ends, but she didn't even care to throw it in the hamper and discarded it on the floor. She tied her hair in a ponytail and put on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She also opened the safe she had in the house and took out all the money that was in it, which was about $500. She was about to run out the door, when she got the idea to write a note. Nothing specific, just to let whoever found it know she was okay.

She grabbed a pen and paper and wrote:

To anyone,

I'm alright. I'll call if I can. With friends.

-Lise.

She didn't know who would find it, but at the moment, she didn't care. She grabbed her keys, her bag, purse, and phone, and ran outside. When she came out, she realized that the machine wasn't there. She panicked at first, and then realized something odd. There were two '77 Cameros in her front yard.

"Umm, hello?" she said.

"'Over here,'" one of them called, and she walked over to it. She opened the driver seat door and gingerly stepped inside, placing her carry-ons in the back.

"Did you copy my car?" she asked in disbelief.

"'That I did,'" he said coyly. Suddenly, the driver seat belt was pulled over her, and the engine of the car started up. "'You have (static) a name?"

"Alise. And you?"

"They call me (static) be."

"Well hello, Bee. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The engine of the car seemed to chuckle.

Suddenly in the distance was the sound of police sirens. Alise froze. Then the engine of the car revved up, and pulled away from Alise's home.

So what do you all think? Please review and tell me!

As always, I own nothing!

~Mel