Inside, Saffron crouched low and scanned the floor. Unlike Sam, she kept her room clean so it was easy to see the vast expansion. Head lowering, she looked left then right. There was a flash of silver from the corner of her eye and she whipped around as something scurried by. Growling, she dove for it, crashing headfirst into some totes she had lying around. The bang that resounded was loud. "Get back here, ya little shit!" a hand reached out, grabbing onto something thin, cold and distinctly metal. With a yank, it hit the floor and she dragged it toward her.
Angry clicking and chittering met her ears. It was the little bot from that night with Barricade, struggling to get free. Seeing the wooden, engraved box in his little pinchers, another growl left her. She reached for it and he tried scrambling away, jerking at his foot. When it became apparent that wouldn't work, one arm lifted to shot off what looked like a shuriken. Yelping, she rolled to the side, not letting go, as it lodged itself into the floor where she had been moments before. The little bot twisted with her.
"Ronnie, what's going on in there?" Ron called from outside the door. The knob jiggled, tale tell sign he was getting ready to open the door.
"Stop! Don't open the door!" she screamed, receiving a metal foot in the face for all her trouble. She felt the edge of her lip split and a warm liquid slip to her mouth. Blood. With the unexpected attack, her grip loosened and the little bot was able to finally free itself. The door finally opened, ignoring her call not to, and he zoomed out into the hall.
"What's going on in here?" Judy peered around the room.
Jumping to her feet, Saffron rushed past them and down the hall. She could see his back, box under arm. Pushing herself hard, she jumped as he reached the stair edge and tackled him. When she landed, it was on her back and hitting the end of the first stair. A hiss of pain left her, right before they tumbled down the stairs to lie at the bottom in a heap of clicks/groans. Slowly, she pushed herself up on elbows, blinking repeatedly until her sight was clear. The little bot was still in a bit of a daze. Seeing her chance, she ripped the box from his grip, kicked him into the wall and scrambled toward the backdoor.
Bursting into the backyard was enough to startle the Autobots, her appearance not any better. "...Ronnie?" Mick cocked his head to the side.
She shot him a look, not in the mood and started for Optimus. She got about five feet from the backdoor before being attacked, again! The little bot rammed her back, hard and she fell forward. Arms tightening around the box, she twisted mid-fall to land on her side. Just as the bot was coming down at her. A foot shot out, connecting to his stomach, while the other pushed her off the ground. She cartwheeled herself, sending him flying back. "Someone please blast that little fucker!" she panted, shaking in her anger.
"Gladly." Ironhide complied to her wishes, shooting but the little bot was to quick and scampered into the shadows.
"Stupid fucking Decepticons. Stealing my shit then attacking me...in my own home!" grumbling to herself a moment longer, she finally reached the leader of the group assembled on the lawn. She didn't even care that people could probably see them, that her parents had been rushing after her when she left her room. That they stood at the backdoor, with Sammy, staring wide eyed and mouths agape at the sight. Optimus offered her a hand and stepped on, being lifted to his face. "The lense."
"S-S-Saffy?" Sam stuttered out.
"You are injured." Optimus frowning, both ignoring her parents and brother.
"No worse then when Barricade smacked me around." she shrugged.
"You didn't have a busted lip." Mick called from the ground.
"Just factored ribs, five of them." she threw back.
"What the hell is going on here!? And what happened to our yard!" Mick and Saffron exchanged a look, laughing softly at the turn of events. Leave it to Judy Witwicky to be upset over her garden and backyard.
"Mama, daddy. Please go inside. Mick will come explain things to you." her eyes cut to the blonde, pleading look in place. Rolling his eyes, he turned and ushered the trio into the house, leaving Saffron alone with the Autobots.
"The parents are very irritating." Ironhide grumbled, charging up his cannons.
"No , you cannot take them out." she shot him a look, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.
"It's an option." again he grumbled but this time was more a pitiful look.
"...you're a little trigger happy, aren't you?"
"A little?" Rachet snorted, earning a look from the weapons specialist.
"Anyways." widening of her eyes, Saffron turned back to Optimus and removed the chain from her neck, opening the box. She shifted things side to side until finding the lense. "Believe these are what you are looking for." she held up the two pieces.
"Thank you, Saffron."
"It's Ronnie, and you're very welcome Optimus."
***INSIDE WITWICKY HOME***
"..." Sam, Judy, and Ron just stared at Mick, as he finished the tale. He could understand, it was hard to accept what he said...but the proof was in the backyard. "So, you're telling me...the "Autobots" are here to save Earth and all us humans. That the lense my grandfather had in his glasses are the key to finding a cube before the Decep-something do?"
"Yup." he nodded.
"What really happened to Saffron, that day you both went to the hospital?" Judy wondered.
"We were telling the truth. Attacked by a psycho...expect the psycho was like those guys in the backyard...but a bad guy. He was trying to get the glasses to. Smacked her into a car windshield. She sent me to go look for Bee and he came on the scene, saving her."
"Her car...is an alien." Sam whispered then cringed. He rode around in that thing!
"This is..." Ron trailed off.
"So, I guess that means great-grandpa wasn't crazy."
"Suppose not." Judy muttered.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
All four turned to the door, frowning. Who was here at this time of night. Ron was the one that stood, moving to answer the door. "Hello?"
"Ronald Wickitty?" a middle-aged dark haired man stood there, donned in a black suit.
"It's Witwicky. Who are you?"
"I'm Simmons, we work for the government. Sector seven." he flashed a shinny badge.
"Never heard of it."
"Never will. You are the grandson of Archibald Witkitty, father of Sam and Saffron Witkitty?"
"It's Witwicky-"
"May I enter the premises," pausing a moment, his head turned sharply to look at the older man. "Sir?"
He didn't know the meaning of personal space. "Ron, there are guys all over the front." Judy stood, bobbing up and down to look out the window.
"What the heck is going on here?" Ron demanded, as more men streamed into the room.
"Where is your daughter?" Simmons scanned the room, lingering on Mick before stopping on Ron. "We have a video of your daughter and the blonde."
"I have a name." Mick growled but was ignored.
"Video...what video?"
A pad was shoved toward the father of two, playing a video of Saffron and Mick. It showed a cruiser knock them over and Saffron throw a bottle. She got up, pulling Mick with her and took off running. At the same time, the cruiser transformed to a large black bot with glaring red eyes and took chase. The screen went black a moment then came back to see Mick run out from the building, going up and down the street, screaming. Soon enough, the black and yellow mustang sped around the corner, passenger door opening. He jumped inside and they disappeared back into the building.
"Your daughter and her friend,"
"Mick." growled the blonde.
"Had direct contact with at least two aliens." he continued, as if the teen male hadn't spoken.
"They-they're tearing up my rose bushes!" Judy cried. "My god, they're everywhere. There's guys in suits all around the house! Look at this!" she did a little spin, arms failing around.
"Could you stay off the lawn!" Ron called out to the men.
"They're pulling bushes out of the ground! Good lord! They've got to get their hands off my bush!" suddenly, she was wielding a wooden bat, ready to start swinging.
"Drop the bat, ma'am." Simmons grabbed the thick wood, taking the weapon from her. As if that were to quill her temper.
"You'd better get those guys out of my garden or I am gonna beat the crap out of them." she threatened.
A light from the end of a light flashlight appeared, aimed at her face. "Are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?" Simmons asked.
"No." she scowled.
Simmons glanced back to one of the guys and he stepped forward, a strange box in hand. He ran a paddle like object in front of Ron, Sam, and Judy first, then Mick. The beeping from the box went haywire on the lather. "Fourteen rads." Simmons breathed in awe then looked hard at Ron and Judy. "Where is your daughter?"
"She's long gone." Mick spat, eyes narrowing.
Simmons looked him over then turned to his men. "Bag'em and tag'em!" just like that, the four were ushered outside and into two separate cars. Sam and Mick in one, the parents in the other. As the blonde got inside the SUV, he pressed the side of his watch and smirked slightly. "We'll fine your little girlfriend." Simmons asssured.
"First off, Agent Ass, Ronnie isn't my girl. She's my best friend. And second, she'll find you."
"We'll see, son. We'll see."
Saffron sat and watched, from the safety of trees. High in a tree, branches, leaves and the shadows covering her. She watched the black SUV's until they disappeared. No break lights. Nothing. Shifting, she turned to look up the street, back toward her house. The last of the men left the house, climbing into their cars and driving away. She waited another ten minutes before sliding down the trunk to touch down on the ground.
"Anne, are ya okay? Are ya okay? Are ya okay, Anne?" the Michael Jackson song reached the brunette's ears and she turned to see all the Autobots standing around her. Bumblebee moved closer, dragging her eyes to him and he whirled softly.
"I'm fine, Bee...but that douche bag is going to be having a bad day when I'm through with him." eyes narrowed as she turned back the way the SUV's went. Very bad day, indeed.
"We should leave, before they come back." Ironhide commented.
Saffron let out a breath and glanced between the bots. They had their own thing to take care of and now, she had to figure out a way to clean up this mess. Shit, what am I gonna do?, she felt the need to rub her forehead. I need my labtop...and phone, first., she decided before turning on her heel and sprinting toward the house. Straight up to her room and one of the totes on te shelves. It was a good thing she hid the items she needed, cause they tore her room apart. "Fucking assholes." she pulled out her messenger bag, setting it on her desk and powering it up.
"What are...you...doing?" Bumblebee was at her window, peering in.
"Mick has a tracker on him." she started, double clicking on a little world icon. The window that opened showed a map of Nevada and a blinking yellow light. "He activated it, so now I can track him wherever they take them." so long as they don't separate the group. Packing up all her stuff, she grabbed a jacket changed into a pair of sneakers and left her house with the Autobots.