Disclaimer; Don't own Transformers.

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'Is he really talking to me? Wait, what did he just say? Dear god he's talking to me.' My brain froze, heavy traffic blocking the words from getting to my mouth. 'Oh right, he's from out of town, looking for help.'

"What is it you need help with?" I asked, the words flowing easily as I spoke them. 'Hmm…I didn't stutter. What a miracle.'

Sideswipe almost wanted to fall to the ground and kiss her feet, "We need to find a mechanic. Do you happen to know where we could reach one?"

'I'm a mechanic. No, I can't tell them that. I'm only a fifteen year old girl. Like they would believe that one. They really need help though…'

"I'm pretty good with cars. Maybe I could help you."

Sunstreaker sat up, "Oh really? What are you, like twelve years old? How could you possibly help us?"

Jazz mentally slapped Sunstreaker, "Don't listen to him; he's just grouchy because his car got totaled."

"Do you have a place to stay for the night? I do have some extra rooms at my place," I offered.

'What the hell am I saying? Stay the night? Some complete strangers…at my house!'

Prowl looked up at me, "Thank you for the offer, but we couldn't…"

"No, it's no problem at all. Seriously," I added, "This is my stop anyway."

'No! Stop talking. There's a mechanic on Ames Street, it's the next bus stop! What have I done?!'

Jazz sat up, a smile still plastered across his face, "Lead the way…uh…"

I stepped forward, "Alexa. Alexa Lake."