Followed by the rest of the Autobots, the three humans, in Bee, were driving to Sam's house in search of the glasses. Sam believed he still had the glasses at home in his backpack, he just wasn't sure where. After a long car ride of one continuous awkward silence, the five autobots and the three humans pulled onto the street by Sam's house, Bee the only one going into the driveway. Sam and Mikaela got out first, and then Alise exited from the back. The two girls tried to stay a little hidden and he turned to the two of them before entering the house.

"I need you to stay here, all right?" he said, a little panicky. The poor kid, Alise thought. He's had a rough night. "You got to stay here and you're gonna watch them."

"Okay, okay," Mikaela answered, trying to get him to calm down a little.

"All of them," he persisted.

"Yeah, okay, okay," Mikaela said once more. He remained unconvinced.

"Five minutes, all right?" Alise rolled her eyes.

"Sam, go!" she said. "I think we can keep them at bay."

Sam let out a hot breath and ran to the door. Alise and Mikaela watched from behind the Witwickys' garage with the autobots right behind them, as they saw Sam go to the door. His father, however, was at the entrance and apparently wasn't letting him enter right away.

"We need the glasses," she heard Optimus say from behind and she let out a little squeak when she realized that he was transforming.

"Optimus, please keep low!" Alise tried to reason. "His parents will see you!" Her words were fallen upon deaf ears, however, and he kept on walking. The rest of the bots did the same. Alise and Mikaela braced for a terrified scream to be heard, but instead heard yelling, "What are you doing? What are you doing!" They looked at each other and then looked to see Sam being only human there. Apparently he had sent his father away just in time.

"No, watch the path! Watch the path!" he continued. "Watch the... Please, please, please!"

He continued to chant a string of pleads. Then Optimus took one large step... directly onto the fountain in the middle of the yard.

"Sorry," he apologized. "My bad." He lifted his foot. It was completely crushed.

"Oh, I... You couldn't..." Sam paused, horrified at the mess. "You couldn't wait for five... You couldn't wait for five minutes? I told you to just stay! Just stay! God!" Then he turned to Mikaela and Alise. "I told you to watch them! I told you!"

Mikaela and Alise looked pointedly at him. "Okay, you know what?" Mikaela said. "They seem to be in a little bit of a rush."

"Next time I come over, I'll bring my anti-robot night stick, and then we'll fight them back!" Alise snapped at him also.

"Oh, this is bad," he said, frenzied. Then he turned his head. "No! Mojo, Mojo! Off the robot! God!"

Alise turned and saw a little Chihuahua with a cast on one of its legs peeing on Ironhide's foot. She put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing and she turned and noticed Bee had a smirk on his face as well. Ironhide lifted the dog off the ground a little with his foot and Mojo jumped off and barked at him.

"Oh, wet!" he growled and he started to shake his foot off, right over Mojo.

Sam quickly ran over and scooped Mojo up before Ironhide stepped on him.

"No, no, no, no, no! Easy! Easy!" Sam yelled, the dog still in his arm. "Hold on! Hold! This is Mojo, this is Mojo. He's a pet of mine."

Ironhide, clearly unamused, turned his arm back into a canon and aimed it at the dog Sam was holding. Sam's voiced climbed a pitch.

"He's a pet! Okay? That's all! If you could just put the guns away... Put the... Put them away. Please."

"You have a rodent infestation," Ironhide said darkly. He still didn't put his weapon away. "Shall I terminate?"

Sam's eyes all but bugged out of his head. "No, no, no, no! He's not a rodent, he's a Chihuahua. This is my... This is my Chihuahua! We love Chihuahuas! Don't we?" He turned towards Mikaela and Alise, looking for some assistance, but Ironhide already responded.

"He's leaked lubricants all over my foot," Ironhide said gruffly.

"He peed on you?" Sam looked down at the dog. "Bad Mojo. Bad Mojo!"

"Bad Mojo!" Ironhide also yelled.

"I'm sorry. He's got a male dominance thing. That's all it is."

Ironhide turned away from Sam and the dog. "My foot's gonna rust," muttered as he walked on.

"Just shut up and go hide!" Sam said to them, and he ran into the house, leaving the others outside.

"Autobots, recon," Optimus said, and they dispersed around the house. Bee came up to Alise and held his hand out to her. She smiled brightly and she stepped on his hand, keeping her balance by holding onto his thumb. He raised her onto his shoulder and she sat down, burrowing her face into his the side of his head. She looked up at him and he smiled at her. She then looked down at Mikaela, who was looking up curiously at them and then laughed, and she smiled. Mikaela looked like she was about to say something, when Optimus came up to her.

"I believe Sam will need your assistance," he said, and he held his hand out in front of her. Mikaela looked nervous, but she slowly walked over to him and sat in his hand, emitting a small noise as he lifted her into the air and into Sam's window.

"Time is short," Alise heard Optimus say and Mikaela got from his hand into Sam's room. Alise looked up at Bee.

"You think I should lend a hand?" she asked him.

He frowned a little, but nodded. "'I guess,'" he voiced, and he quickly walked her over to Sam's window. He put his hand in front of her once more and she slowly crawled on, taking a seat. With one last smile, he brought her to the window. She climbed in just as Mikaela was saying, "You should be way more specific so I don't get in trouble in your room." When she stepped in, Bee looked at her through the window and chirped once, alerting the two to her presence.

"Now what are you doing here?" Sam asked her, obviously frazzled.

"Just thought I'd help," she said and Sam sighed roughly.

"Okay. What now?" Mikaela said, going back to what they were taking about before Alise got there. Suddenly, there was a noise outside. Sam went to the window to see that all of the autobots were in their vehicle forms, parked in his yard.

"No. No, no," Sam started to yell. "No, no, no. This isn't hiding! This isn't hiding! This is my backyard, not a truck stop!"

Alise decided to look around the room a bit more while Sam freaked out behind her. She looked under his bed and through his dressers, but she couldn't find anything that even looked like a pair of glasses or a case. All she found were pictures of underdressed girls and supposedly clean shirts that smelled of BO. She turned back and listened to what Sam was yelling about.

"-parents come out here and see you, they're gonna freak out. My mother's got a temper, okay?" he was saying.

"We must have the glasses." Optimus was at the window again.

"I know you need the glasses. I've been looking everywhere. They're not here. They're definitely not here," he said, making a poor attempt at trying to remain calm.

"Keep searching."

"I need you to be quiet for five minutes."

Alise wondered for a moment whether Sam's parents could hear them, but she assumed since they hadn't come up that they didn't. Weren't they a little suspicious though? Alise wondered to herself.

Sam had said something else, and Optimus sighed.

"Autobots, fall back," he said and Sam let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," he said. "Please, for five minutes."

Sam turned back into the room when they heard an electrical sound and a whirring. They also heard the sound of glass breaking and the house shook for a moment.

"Earthquake!" Alise heard from downstairs. She assumed it was from his father. "Move, move, move, move, move! Earthquake! Judy! Judy, get under the table! Move it! Duck and cover right now!"

There was a pause for a moment. "How did you get over there so fast?" she heard again, from a female voice. Sam's mother, she guessed again.

Alise ran to the window and looked outside. She saw Rachet in fallen electrical wires, broken pieces of a wooden shack lying next to him.

"Wow! That was tingly!" she heard him say to Ironhide who was standing over him. "You got to try that!"

"Yeah, that looks fun," Ironhide said sarcastically.

The whole house was dark now, and Alise listened as there was a medley of voices that filled the air. She was a little disoriented and banged into something in the room. Suddenly a bright light flashed through the window.

"What's with the light?" Sam asked. "You gotta stop the light. What's going on? Turn it off. You gotta tell him to shut it off."

"Sam, are you in there?" They heard from outside. It was Sam's father. Everyone froze. "How come the door's locked? You know the rules. No doors locked in my house!"

"You know he'll start counting," his mother said, also out there.

"-if you don't open the door!" Alise and Mikaela ran to the back of the room, hiding. The two continued outside.

"One more chance. Five..."

"Oh, dear."

"Four. It's coming off the hinges, pal!"

"He's counting! Sam, just open the door."

"Three."

"Oh, my."

"Two."

"He's counting."

"Stand back!"

Sam finally answered the door. "What's up? What's with the bat?" he said, remarkably calm. Alise and Mikaela were crammed in the back corner where they couldn't be seen.

"Who were you talking to?" his father asked.

"I'm talking to you," he answered back.

"Why are you so sweaty and filthy?" his mother asked.

"I'm a child. You know, I'm a teenager."

"We heard voices and noises and we thought maybe you were..." his mother trailed off.

"It doesn't matter what we thought," his father interrupted. "What was that light?"

"No, what light? What?" Sam said. His father entered the room, his mother following. "There's no light, Dad! There's no light! You got two lights in your hand! That's what it is. Maybe it bounced-"

"There was light under the door."

"Look, you can't... You can't just bounce into my room like that. You got to knock. You got to communicate."

"We knocked for five minutes."

"I'm a teenager."

"We knocked."

"You didn't knock. You were screaming at me, okay?" They just stood there. "No. This is repression, what you're doing here. You're ruining my youth, okay?"

"Oh, for Pete's sakes!" his mother finally cut in. "You are so defensive! Were you..." She paused. "Masturbating?"

There was a pause. Mikaela and Alise looked at each other, wide eyed and they put hands over there mouths to keep from laughing out loud.

"Judy..." Sam's father started.

Sam sounded horrified. "Was I master... No, Mom!"

"Zip it, okay?" his father snapped at him.

"It's okay... " she said.

"No, I don't masturbate!"

"That's not something for you to bring up," his father said.

"Okay," she ended.

"That's a father-and-son thing, okay?"

"Father-son thing..." Sam scoffed.

"I mean, you don't have to call it that word if that makes you uncomfortable... you can call it Sam's happy time or..." she continued.

"Happy time?" Sam yelled, his voice reaching another pitch.

"...my special alone time..."

"Judy, stop!" his father yelled.

"...with myself."

"Mom, you can't come in and..."

"I'm sorry. It's just been a weird night. I've had a little bit to drink," she finally ended.

"Yeah, well, we saw a light," his father said again, trying to steer them from the previous conversation.

"Oh, parents," Sam said.

"I don't know where it was, but we saw it." Suddenly the ground started to shake again, and Alise and Mikaela wobbled a little next to each other. Alise heard mechanical walking outside the house. "Earthquake! It's another one! Another earthquake! Get in the doorway!" He said this as he ran to the bathtub in the back and lied down. "Aftershock! Aftershock!"

Alise tuned out whatever they were saying. They are nuts! she thought to herself, and she widened her eyes at Mikaela who nodded in agreement. Then the lights in the house came back on.

"Hey, the lights are back on," Sam's mother said. "Come on, get out of that tub."

"Can't you take safety seriously?" He looked outside the window of Sam's room and into his yard. "Oh, no! Look at the yard. The yard is destroyed! Judy? Better call the city. We got a blown transformer! Power pole's sparking all over the place!" He paused for a moment and sighed. "Oh, man. Yard's a waste. Trashed. Gone. It's a wash. The whole yard." He turned away from the yard and back into the room.

Alise then started to hear voices from outside. "The parents are very irritating." It sounded like Ironhide.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Rachet said to him.

"Can I take them out?" Ironhide asked excitedly. Alise heard something whirring.

"Ironhide, you know we don't harm humans! What is with you?" Optimus chided at his soldier.

"Well, I'm just saying we could. It's an option."

"Sam and the glasses are still in there," Optimus seemed to muse impatiently.

"Yeah, and Bee's little girlfriend," Ironhide said amusingly. Alise's eyes widened and she blushed. She heard a chirp from outside and Ironhide saying, "Hey!" after a loud bang, but they were silent after that. Alise couldn't help but giggle softly and feel a warmth settle in her heart.

"We heard you talking to somebody, Sam," his parents continued. "We wanna know who."

"Mom, I told-" but Sam was cut off. Alise had come out from the back, not being able to take the bickering anymore.

"Hi, I'm Alise. I'm a friend of Sam's," she said kindly. Mikaela came out also.

"Hi. I'm Mikaela. I'm a friend of Sam's, too."

Sam's parents looked speechless at the girls. Slowly their expressions changed. His mother put a hand over her heart and his father looked immensely proud.

"Gosh, you two are gorgeous! Aren't they just the prettiest girls?" she gushed.

"They can hear you talking, Mom," Sam said, embarrassed.

"Thank you," the two girls said at the same time.

"Oh, my goodness. I'm sorry you had to hear our little family discussion about..."

"Sorry that we're bugging you," his father said and they started to walk out.

"Do you have my backpack?" Sam asked before they left.

"Oh, it's in the kitchen," his mother said, and they left the room.

"Oh, yes," Sam said relived. "Okay. Okay." They all started to walked downstairs.

"Your mom's so nice," Mikaela said to Sam and Alise nodded in agreement. He went to his backpack that was on the kitchen counter and dug threw it. He found the glasses case. He and Alise breathed a sigh of relief.

Sam didn't comment on what Mikaela said. "I want you to distract my parents while I slip out and get these glasses to them, okay?"

Mikaela and Alise shook their hands, but then paused. There was a knock on Sam's front door. His father came over and answered it. A strange looking man with crazy eyes wearing was standing there.

"Ronald Wickity?" the man asked Sam's father.

"It's Witwicky," he said, a little annoyed. "Who are you?"

"We're the government. Sector Seven."

"Never heard of it."

"Never will. Your son's the great-grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity, is he not?"

"It's Witwicky."

"May I enter the premises, sir?" he didn't wait for an answer and stepped into. Sam's mother called in from the living room.

"Ron, there's guys all over the front yard!"

"What the heck is going on here?" Sam's father yelled at the man.

"Your son filed a stolen car report last night. We think it's involved in a national security matter."

"They're ripping up my rose bushes!" she called again from the living room.

"National security?" Mr. Witwicky questioned.

"That's right. National security."

"My God, Ron, they're everywhere!" Mrs. Witwicky called again. "There's guys in suits all around the house! Look at this!"

"Could you stay off the grass?" Mr. Witwicky added, seeing the men.

"Get me a sample and some isotope readings," the man in the suit yelled to a man who just came in.

"They're pulling bushes out of the ground! Good Lord! They've got to get their hands off my bush!" Mrs. Witwicky came in with Mojo, the bat from earlier still in her hand.

"Drop the bat, ma'am," the suited man told her. Mr. Witwicky got defensive.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's my..."

"I'm carrying a loaded weapon," the man decided to add.

"But you'd better get those guys out of my garden or I am gonna beat the crap out of them!" Mrs. Witwicky yelled at the man. He ignored her statement.

"Are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?"

"No!"

"What is this?" Sam asked. The suited man saw him and the girls behind Mr. Witwicky.

"How you doing, son? Is your name Sam?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I need you to come with us."

"Whoa, way out of line," Mr. Witwicky said, staying in front of the three.

"Sir, I am asking politely. Back off."

"You're not taking my son."

"Really? You gonna try to get rough with us?"

"No, but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on around here."

"Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your son, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here!"

"What operation?"

"That is what we are gonna find out." He turned to the man who came in earlier. He was holding some kind of monitor like tool in his hand. "I think direct contact. Son?"

"Yeah."

"Step forward, please."

"Just stand?"

They held the tool in front of Sam and it started to beep wildly. The suited man smiled.

"Fourteen rads. Bingo! Tag them and bag them!"

"Wait," the second man said. He was still holding the tool in front of Sam but was now moving it over. The more he did, the louder it got, until it couldn't make anymore noise than it was at the moment. It was on Alise.

"Well, well, well," the suited man said to her. "Looks like we're gonna have a prison party! Bring them all in." Then him, the other man, and a third man handcuffed them all and lead them out of the house. Mojo barked after them

"If you hurt my dog, I'll kick your ass!" Mrs. Witwicky yelled, before she was lead into a vehicle.

"Sam! Do not say anything, Sam! Not a word until we get a lawyer!" his father yelled, and then he was put in the vehicle also.

The three others were lead into a large van. Before she was put in, she looked at the Witwicky house for any signs of the autobots. She saw none.

Where are you, Bee? she thought despairingly, before she was forced into the car.

Hi everyone! Hoped you liked! Going onto the next chapter! Please review and tell me what you think! It adds fuel to my writing fire! And thanks to all of you that have! You blow me away!

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~Mel