CHAPTER THREE

Meg: Should I be naming these chapters?

Sunstreaker: Name it after me!

Emma: She said she wanted a name, not a shameless self-promotion!

Sunstreaker: Aww Ems, I know you love me!

Emma: I DON'T!!!!

Soundwave: She's lying.

Emma: Quiet you.

Meg: Umm…R&R people…

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Sunstreaker – what kind of name was that? – and I drove about twenty miles out of town. I had to admire him, whoever he was (and hope he was helping me – now that my gratitude was dying down some, I realised that this person could be anybody). I also admired how he drove – like it was natural to him like, I dunno…like, he was the car!

Lol. I'm such an idiot.

He also drove fast, just like me…but there was something careful about it. Like he didn't want to scratch the paint at all.

"Hey, Sunstreaker!?" I called to him, as we flew down a deserted road, and I began to feel funny. We were out in the country. Where was he..?

"Yeah!?" There was only one other car on the road with us, a black car.
"How much further!? Petrol doesn't grow on trees, you know!" I called. It's true, you know.

He laughed. "Not much further, we'll…" He broke off.

I stiffened. "What's wrong?" I felt something stir within me, the beast of worry I thought. No, it felt different. Something was wrong.

"Trouble." Said a voice, but it wasn't Sunstreaker. It was a female voice and, suddenly, my car swerved, and came to a dead stop. I didn't do it. It did it…by itself.

The black car also swerved, and stopped.

"Bianca…" Sunstreaker said, and I looked at him. "Get her out of here…"

Then, the most amazing, strangest, most wonderful and weirdest thing happened.

The yellow car transformed into a giant robot.

I kid you not. One minute, the car and its driver were there. The next, the driver disappeared, and the car turned into a yellow robot.

I know my mouth dropped open. I nearly had a heart attack.

But, aside from that, I kept my cool.

Although, when the black car turned into a black, evil-looking red-eyed robot, I nearly lost it. I swear, this was like a movie, cartoon, comic book and video game all rolled into one. And more.

Because it was real.

Then, they began speaking.

"Give me the Allspark!" The black robot demanded, looking right at me, still sitting in my car. I froze. The what?

"Over my dead hulk of shining metal, Decepticon trash!" The yellow robot…its voice was the same as Sunstreaker's, shouted, and tackled the 'Decepticon' to the road.

I unfroze. "Sunstreaker!?"

"I'm okay!" He…I had to accept, somehow, that he was the car…this was so weird…then… "Hang on! He damaged my paint job!!" The robot. Sunstreaker, seemed really upset out this. (Well, technically, it wouldn't have happened if Sunstreaker hasn't tackled the other robot).

On an impulse, I said: "We should…move back…" I knew that if we didn't…hang on, wait, we!?

My car responded without my doing anything. It reversed by itself.

"Oh God…" I said, and then I looked up, and I watched what was happening.

I had to look away, though. The robot Sunstreaker beat the crap out of the 'Decepticon' thing. I actually felt sorry for the black robot, it was practically dead by the time I yelled: "SUNSTREAKER!! ENOUGH!! PLEASE!!" The Decepticon hadn't done anything other then scratch Sunsteraker's paintjob, this was enough punishment!

Sunstreaker turned to me.

"Please?" I said.

Sunstreaker seemed to sigh, and then walked over to me.

I stared up at the huge robot, blinking back my shock. This was freaky. Just plain, freaky. I needed an explanation, and I needed one fast.

I looked up at him, through my car window. "What are you?"

It wasn't Sunstreaker who answered, but the female voice. "We're Cybertronians."

"Who said that!?" I exclaimed.

Sunstreaker chuckled. "Get out, Emma."

"Why?"

"Just do it." The female voice seemed to sigh. I think it was my car. And, after what I had just witnessed, I didn't doubt it. I nearly leapt out of the car.

Once I was out, and on my hands and knees on the road, I turned my head. My car seemed to shimmer with blue light…and then it transformed into a robot.

Really.

My mouth fell open, and I stared, at the beautiful white robot. It looked down at me with blue eyes, and I said: "Are…are you Bianca?" She had a large scratch on her chest…the same scratch from before. My eyes began to water.

"It's good to finally talk to you, my dearest Emma." Bianca said, and I just sat there on the road, in shock.

I climbed to my feet, looking back and forth between the yellow robot, Sunstreaker, and the white robot…my Bianca. My beautiful car was really a beautiful robot, beautiful and big…but smaller then Sunstreaker. Still, she was like a princess, standing tall and proud.

I wasn't aware that I was shaking, until Sunstreaker said to Bianca: "Hey, is she alright? She's shaking…"

"She's just shocked, that's all," Bianca replied, as if I wasn't standing there.

I opened my mouth to say something about this…and then I screamed: "WATCH OUT!!" The black robot had gotten up, and I watched as it crash tackled Bianca to the ground. "Bianca!!" I felt my voice rising.

The black robot was bad. Very bad. Even I could tell that.

"Vile fiend!!" I heard Bianca curse, as she punched the black robot…the Decepticon, square in the chest, knocking it back from her, and Sunstreaker jumped on top of it. He began pretty much of the same thing that he'd been doing before – that is, beating the hell out of the Decepticon.

I blinked, as Bianca and Sunstreaker landed blow after blow on the black robot.

What happened to my princess?

I was broken out of the trance I hadn't been aware I was in, when an unfamiliar male voice called: "Sunny, you need help bro!?"

"Too bad if he doesn't!" Said another unfamiliar male voice.

"We're here to help!" Came a third voice, a female one, and then a bright pink motorcycle that was driving itself rolled up, followed by a black pickup truck and a red Lamborghini – also driving themselves. I knew straight away what they were, but it was still such a big shock.

"Omigosh!" I cried, when the three of them transformed into robots similar to Bianca and Sunstreaker. The pick-up truck transformed into a big black and silver robot. The motorcycle appeared to be a female, bright pink in colouring. And the red Lamborghini transformed into a red robot, who was the one who had called Sunstreaker bro.

"Who's this?" The pink female asked, looking at me in surprise.

"Arcee!!" Bianca suddenly cried – she was being pinned down by the Decepticon. "Help!!"

"Bianca!?" Arcee cried, and got in on the action. The fighting continued.

"Always happy to help bro." The red robot said as he and Sunstreaker helped to restrain the Decepticon, who had started houting something in an unknown language.

"Don't I know it, Sideswipe!" Sunstreaker replied.

The black and silver robot gave me a scathing look, and grumbled something about 'humans'. Then he marched over to the Decepticon, who was being restrained by Bianca, Arcee, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, and demanded to know what was going on.

My eyes narrowed, as the robots red eyes began to flash. Then, I gasped. "Bianca, look out!!" I cried, just as the black Decepticon exploded in a ball of fire. My heart began to pound, and I found myself running forward.

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