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(Eliza's POV)

I grumbled as a shaft of light fell on my face. I looked up and saw a wooden ceiling. Not normal. I got up and looked around. This wasn't my desert home. This was… my home.

Everything of the past forty-eight hours came flooding back. Prowl, Jazz, Orix, Seyer, Myra. God, I had a rough day. I got out of bed. The last night had been fuzzy. I remembered getting in the transporter, and walking here with Prowl-

Oh my god.

I quickly ran down the stairs. How could I have been this stupid! My parents didn't know about extraterrestrial robots from the planet of Cybertron. Or that I was friends with one. Or that I owned a gun. Thinking about it, they knew nothing about me.

I ran outside. My parents lived on a farm. My room was the barn. It was more of a loft now. I looked around. I finally spotted him. He seemed to be meditating under one of our largest trees. I remember climbing that once.

I shoved the memory away and stalked up to him. Boy was I gonna give him a piece of my mind.

I got closer, but stopped. He had a surreal glow surrounding him. What's more, he didn't seem to notice me.

It took me a moment to know what was going on. He was in the mental plane. I contemplated joining him, but he was probably there for a reason. I didn't want to be an intrusion. I could ask him about it later.

I smirked and went back to the barn. I put on a white t-shirt and camouflage trousers. I placed hiking boots on and tied my hair in a ponytail. I went back outside and walked to the main house.

'Hey mom!' I called out. I heard shuffling and then my flustered mother came into the kitchen.

'Eliza! How are you? I didn't get to say a proper hello last night. You just fell asleep instantly.' She pulled me into a bone crushing hug. She then looked behind me.

'How long is he going to be here?' she asked. I looked at Prowl. What puzzled me more is that my mother had a very measured voice.

'Oh, we're just stopping by. If you want we could be going now-' she stopped me.

'Nonsense. He's a perfect gentleman. And I'm glad you're back. I know you never liked your father's work, so we hardly see you,' I cringed, 'But now you're here. And with a lovely man- er, robot.' She corrected. I smiled. My mom's still the same. Totally understanding.

'Is Eliza up?' I heard running. I suppressed both a laugh and a groan. My twin brothers, John and David, came rushing in. Both fifteen, they were very ignorant to the world around them. Especially out of this world, extraterrestrial robots.

'Hey guys,' I greeted. They didn't even say hi before they rushed into questions.

'Who is he?' asked David.

'Where's he from?' asked John.

'Why's he here?' asked John- or David.

'How do you know him?' I can't keep track any more.

'Do you finally have a boyfriend?' at this I couldn't stop a groan as my older sister entered the room, still in her pajamas.

'Come on boys. Breakfast's ready.' Said my mom. Thank you!

'Hello Terry.' I mumbled. She smirked.

'Well? Do you?' Oh right. The question.

'No, I don't have a boyfriend. How about you? Or did you dump boyfriend number thirty-six,' at this I had my own smirk on.

'No, Jim and I are still together.' She smiled, 'Good to have you back sis.'

'Good to be back.' We slapped our hands together, and shook. Terry was also in the army, different division though. I was in technical appliances and spying. She was manning armies. General Terry Jover.

I saluted her afterwards. We both then laughed. She and I sat at the table, as a plate of bacon and eggs was put before each of us. I heard footsteps coming towards us and looked up. My grey haired father was there. I immediately reverted back to my childhood years.

He looked towards me.

'Hey dad.' I said quietly.

He smiled. The lines next to his eyes creased, 'Hello Lizzy.'

I smiled, 'You know nobody calls me that.'

'Nobody but me sweetheart,' he sat down at the head of the table. And like my mother did, he looked out the window at Prowl.

'Did you know anything about this dad?' I asked, a small note of accusation creeping into my voice. He shook his head.

'Retired seven months ago. When did they arrive?' okay he has a valid excuse. I explained to them how I had met Prowl. I don't think they believed me when I said that I first saw him on the mental plane. So I took them outside and showed Prowl's luminescent glow. I explained that that's what happens to me when I go there.

David-I think it was David- tapped his knee. He turned towards me.

'So he can't sense anything going on in the outside world?' he asked. I was about to reply, but somebody beat me to it. At least it was some-bot.

'Exactly. We are our most vulnerable in this state.' Prowls voice answered my brothers question. I laughed as my brother fell over in his haste of walking backwards.

Prowl got up. 'Didn't think he'd be so tall.' Murmured my sister as she looked up at him, 'So, you must be Prowl?'

'That is correct,' he replied. She studied him.

'Are you a soldier?' he stiffened at her question. His face remained impassive.

'No.' he replied simply.

'Oh.' Was that disappointment in her voice? 'What are you then?'

'A Tactician,' he supplied.

'Ok, so you are in the army.' She said. He shook his head.

I decided to but in, 'Prowl, this is my sister Terry,' he nodded, and she smiled slightly, 'My brothers John and David.'

He looked closely, Which one?

I have no idea. 'This is my mother, Agatha.' She waved at Prowl. He smiled slightly.

'And my dad, Gavin.' I gestured to him. He stared at Prowl. Prowl looked back. Okay, this is slightly awkward.

'What are you?' asked my father. Smooth dad, real smooth. Way to make the alien robot uncomfortable.

Prowl didn't even blink, 'I'm a Cybertronian.'

'Interesting.' Moving on.

'Yeah… so… great! You've met my family Prowl,' I laughed nervously, 'Great.' I said again. He looked at me closely, 'Ok… Prowl, could you drive me to the shops quickly. I need to pick up a few items.'

'Uh… sure.' He transformed.

'Bye guys. See you in two hours!' I shouted as we drove off.

What was that? He asked.

It was getting far too awkward. I replied.

I didn't think so.

Yeah, but you're an extraterrestrial being. You guys don't know awkward.

I beg to differ. Cybertronians have a lot of things to be awkward with. Social encounters included.

You must have had some very bad experiences if you don't consider that awkward.

…you really don't want to know. I straightened in my seat.

What kind of social encounter. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt jealous. I mean why should I? It might not even have been a-

Eliza, I can hear your every thought. Oh my god. I face palmed.

But it was a femme. Two in fact.

How the hell did that work out?

They're still out to kill me.

Oh. That's very disconcerting.

Agreed. Right, forgot. I really need to learn how to block my thoughts.

I swear, he mentally smirked.

Question Eliza. He asked.

Yeah?

Where is this store?

(Ironhide's POV)

I waited for Jazz, Orix and Seyer to return. As well as Myra. I'm not stupid. I knew that Seyer took his charge, and boy was he gonna get in trouble for it.

I checked the time. They were supposed to be here five minutes ago. I crossed my arms over my chest.

I heard a rushing noise come from behind me. I looked back and saw the three Autobots I had been waiting for. Then the rushing sound again with a white light. Myra walked out from behind them.

'You're late.' I said. They didn't even respond. I was just about to call a medic when Jazz exploded.

'Your brother's crazy, mech! How in the pit are you even related to him?' shouted the saboteur. Brother? Did they run into Barricade?

Ratchet came in. Jazz was still shouting.

The medic came and stood beside me.

'What's his problem?' he asked.

'Beats me. What are you doing out of the Med bay?' I asked him.

'Nobody to look after. Came to check on these guys. See if they need fixing up. They seem fine though.'

'I'm sorry okay? I didn't even know if he was alive! I'm sorry he threatened Orix. And I am equally mad at what that the organic that was with him did to Myra, but know that I hadn't counted on it. Prowl has always been weird, even when he was a youngling. There's nothing I could do about it!' shouted Seyer. Prowl? Who's Prowl. It dawned on me then. Prowl's the mech that killed Archmare.

I looked over at Ratchet. His optics were like saucers. So goes the human term.

'Prowl's your BROTHER!?' he shouted. And there goes my sense of hearing.

'Yeah. Sucks doesn't it.' Muttered Seyer.

'Ugh, young bots. So naïve.' Grumbled the medic, 'Your brother, happens to be one of the most powerful Cybertronians on Cybertron. If it was still there. He's a valuable asset to the Autobots. Where is he?' Ratchet was raving.

'He's in Scotland. But there is a chance he moved.' Orix supplied, being the most stable one there. Jazz was hellishly angry, Seyer was equally as angry and Myra was shaking.

'Alert Optimus then,' I commanded.

'Got it,' she replied. She transformed and sped off.

I turned toward Ratchet.

'If he doesn't come willingly, I need to know what we're up against,' I powered up my weapons to make a point.

Ratchet looked long and hard at me, 'Do not provoke him. He is most powerful when he is angry, but can easily access what he can do willingly. Weapons will not help you.' Great.

'So what do we do?'

'Get our greatest dictator to speak with him. Optimus will be coming.'

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