Pocket still lacks ownership of the Transformer's idea. However, all the characters in this story Pocket has made up. Please don't use them without permission!

"So… where are we going?" Cassandra asked, feeling a bit silly asking her car.

"To meet a friend." the car replied. And, apparently that's all he wanted to say on the subject.

"Oh… what's your real name?"

"You couldn't say it if you tried."

"Oh… Are you from 'Cybertron'?"

"Kind of. That's what it would be translated into, I suppose."

"Oh… I always thought the toys and stuff were created by weird Japanese people… ya know… because the Japanese are obsessed with robots."

"They are obsessed with robots because the first Autobot to land on Earth landed in Japan."

"Oh…. What did they do with it?"

"No one knows for sure. He hasn't been seen in over a hundred years."

"Oh…"

The conversation died off as Cassandra got the sense Disco didn't really want to talk. If he did, he didn't want to just answer questions. So, Cassandra sighed and pushed the back of her seat down to relax. She wasn't driving and Disco wasn't going to let himself get into an accident, especially with her in the car.

Now that she'd thought about it, there were a few million times she was driving and almost got into an accident, but somehow managed to avoid even scratching a fender. Disco must have been watching her since the moment she got him. Maybe, even, it had all been planned out that she would get this specific car. The idea of not being able to decide her own fate sent a chill up the girls' back, so she decided to just not think for a while.

There was a sudden stop that caused Cass to sit up and look around. There wasn't any sign of an almost accident or any evil TV set sized robots, which confused Cassandra beyond all reason.

"Disco..?" Cassandra chanced.

"Shh. Get out and hide." the passenger side door opened and the seatbelt unbuckled.

Cassandra slid from the car to the side of the road. They were virtually in the middle of nowhere. There was mostly brush and weeds and other things stray cattle would like to eat. There was a shallow ditch on the right side of the road, so the girl ran over there and ducked down. She carefully watched the car as it transformed into the giant robot that destroyed the TV. Disco stood in a defensive pose, obviously waiting for an attack.

There was a slight surprise, though. An old blue Pontiac 6000 wagon from the early 90's drove up. The surprising part was the old car with the rusty roof used to belong to the girls' mother. The car was named 'Lisa'. Cass had named the car when she was only 4. She had practically grown up with that car. And now, her old car and her new car were going to have a giant droid death match?

"Lisa-car?" Cass said and stood up, unable to believe the car that had protected her for years could be as evil as the television set that had attacked her only a little while before.

The blue Pontiac made the same whirling and metal scratching sounds Disco had made only minutes ago. This robot was bigger than Disco by about five feet, but more feminine. Apparently it was a female car.

Disco and Lisa looked over at the girl. Lisa put her hand on her hip and shifted her weight to her right leg. She shook her head and waved a hand at Cassandra, showing a bit of discontentment towards the situation.

"When you tell a person to hide, you had better make sure she actually hides. What if I was a Decepticon? She'd probably be dead by now." the blue car sighed, her voice definitely female.

"I would never let anything happen to her!" Disco protested.

Lisa huffed and fell back into her vehicle form. Disco shook his head and did the same. The tan cars' passenger door opened and Cassandra walked over, twiddling her fingers, afraid she had gotten Disco in trouble. She started reaching for her seatbelt, but didn't need to. Disco buckled her in and began driving. Lisa-car followed.

"You know her?" Cassandra asked, not liking the awkward silence.

"Not directly, no. You didn't own her when I came home."

"Oh… So… how do you know her?"

"I got a message from our leader to meet up with her. She's known you the longest and knows this area better than me. She will keep you safe when I can't."

"Oh… How did she survive? We gave her to a friend who sold her. I lost track of her completely after that."

"She was turned into a racecar." Cassandra was surprised to hear this, considering Lisa didn't look to be in any real different shape than she was a few years ago, so Disco added, "It's not that kind of race. It's an obstacle race where the driver is blindfolded and a passenger tells them where to go."

"Oh… I suppose a robot would be good for something like that. She'd never let anyone get hurt. She's a good car. "

Disco didn't say anything to that, though Cassandra soon thought that maybe it was considered cheating to use a super advanced robot in a race. Cassandra wanted to consider the ethics about as much as she wanted to consider the fact that giant alien robots had been following her for most of her life. She simply blocked out the thought.

"Disco? Where are we going now?"

"Someplace safe." The car replied, and that was the end of that discussion.

Cassandra looked behind her to see if Lisa was still following. She was. Not only was she following, she was directly behind them. Lisa made it look like she was hitched to the other car. Cassandra soon realized why they would do that - there was no driver for Lisa. Then Cass realized technically, there was no driver for Disco, either.

"Do you mind if I sit in the driver's seat, D? It'll look less suspicious if… ya know… someone is actually driving the car."

Disco gave a light chuckle and unfastened Cassandra's seatbelt. The girl slid across the middle and flopped into the driver's seat. She buckled up (safety first!) and relaxed. She didn't have to actually drive, just make it look like she was driving.

The group was heading up to a small, semi-deserted town. This was where a friend of Cassandra's lived. Her friends' dad used to work on Lisa car. In fact, they were the people that sold the Pontiac in the first place. To Cass's surprise, Disco slowed down and took a turn down the old, short dirt road to her friends' house.

"Will Lisa even be there?" Cass wondered aloud.

"It doesn't really matter if she is or isn't. in fact, it would probably best if she wasn't. less people to protect."

"I wish I knew what was going on. This all feels like a plot out of a Michael Bay movie…"

"Don't worry. Let us do the worrying for you." Disco reassured the girl.

The trio pulled into the junk yard-like driveway to Lisa's house. Cassandra let herself out of the car and walked towards the front door. Then the thought came to her - how would she ever explain having Lisa again when this was the family that sold her?

Cassandra knocked on the door. No answer. She turned the door handle and pushed the door open. Their door was almost always unlocked, so Cassandra walked in. There was no sound. The house was silent. Maybe they were out shopping. They went shopping a lot.

"Hello? Family away from home? You here?" Cassandra called out, but there was no reply. They were definitely not there.

Then, she heard it. That same sound that made her stomach sink to the floor. It was the whirling, buzzing that came from her TV not too long ago. Cassandra backed up and walked towards the door she had just come through. Then the gust wrenching sound of something changing. Cassandra gasped back a scream and ran out towards her cars.

"DISCO!!!! LISA!!!! HELP!!!"

The cars had already changed. Disco was shooting the same weird blasts from his arm and Lisa held her hand out. Cassandra dove into the Pontiac's hand and was held tight to the robot's chest. Cassandra clung to the robot, grateful to at least feel like she was out of harm's way. Lisa turned and started running down the dirt road. It was a weird feeling to be up that high and moving that fast without being strapped to a rollercoaster car.

"Are you ok, girl?" Lisa asked as soothingly as she could while running.

"No!!" Cassandra replied and hid herself.

The two got to the road and Lisa placed the girl on the ground.

"Don't worry. It'll all work out."