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"Look, I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I am being. It just stood up."
Wow, Sam looked like he had a really tough night. It was 4 o'clock in the morning; Xander had just gone to sleep 2 hours before when they got the call. He was woken up by Ron's insistent pounding on his already abused bedroom door and here they are now.
"It just stood up? Wow. That's really neat. Okay, Chiefie. Time to fill her up." X watched as the constable handed his cousin a small plastic cup and desperately tried to keep his laughter inside. Oh, this was totally worth the sleep deprivation he was currently suffering.
"And no drippy-drippy. What are you rolling? Whippets? Goof balls? A little wowie sauce with the boys?" Xander wondered if the man was still speaking English. No wonder drug dealers stayed away from the police; if they were caught by guys like these, they would soon add murder to their list of felonies. Wow, it rhymed!
"No, I'm not on any drugs!" And what a surprise… None of them looked convinced. We really need to work on your convincing skills, Sammy.
"What's these?" Crazy police officer now pulls out a bottle of painkillers. "Found it in your pocket. 'Mojo'. Is that what the kids are doing now, a little bit of Mojo?"
Xander knew it was the lack of caffeine talking but why did he have the distinct impression that the officer was gay? Really, just because the man loved to stare intensely into his cousin's eyes, does not mean his gay… Until he looks at you and winks. Ewwww…
"Those are my dog's pain pills." Poor Sammy was shaking like leaf. Don't worry; Uncle Ron will come save the day.
"You know, a Chihuahua. A little…" Or not… No, bad Sammy! Don't stare at it just because it's shiny! God… he really needed some coffee right now.
"What was that?" The guy smiles invitingly, spotting his cousin staring at the shiny gun… Bad mental image! Delete! Delete! Delete!
"Hmmm?"
"You eyeballing my piece, 50 Cent? You wanna go?" If he leans any closer to his cousin; no one's gonna question why the fax machine suddenly jumps up and attacks him, right? "Make something happen. Do it. 'Cause I promise you, I will bust you up."
"Are you on drugs?" Sam whispered to him, wide eyed.
"No, Sammy. He's obviously sexually frustrated, but good guess though,"
Coffee, the drink of the Gods. He sipped on his cup, sighing gratefully at the warmth and bitterness his drink provided. Xander looked around in a new light and wondered in his state of higher awareness… How did he get here? He saw his Uncle apologizing to a police officer down the hall and he wondered if he was bailing him out again when another officer came up to him with a large box.
"Hey, you with Sam Witwicky?"
"Yeah?"
"Here are some of his possessions that we had to confiscate when we took him into custody." He held the box out to him which Xander took with a slight nod. He remembered now, the call, Sam in jail, the Camaro, Ron… the gay police officer… he shuddered. Alright, next invention he was making was a memory alteration device. He needed brain bleach, stat!
"Thanks," He mumbled.
X looked into the box, spotting Sam's cell phone on top of all the junk. He picked it up, fingers expertly flying over the pad. Let's see…
"My name is Sam Witwicky. Whoever finds this, my car is alive, okay." What the—He got a brief glimpse of something mechanical, something huge and yellow. No way…Was that, Bumblebee?
"You see all that? If these are my last words on Earth, I just want to say that Mom, Dad, I love you and if you find Busty Beauties under my bed, it wasn't mine, I'm holding it for Miles. No, no, wait that's—Okay, that's not true. It's mine; Uncle Charles gave it to me. I'm sorry. Mojo, I love you."
So, Sammy wasn't going crazy after all. He was telling the truth and had proof right here all along… That's good. He clicked rewind before pausing the video when it came to the large… robot? No, the technology didn't look like it came from Earth, it looks more… alien. It's structure seemed really familiar.
A flash of crimson red eyes had him shivering in fear. He remembered… the facility filled with scientists the guards at his door—run, run, he needed to go up—the cold, the ice, the metal man was trapped, he needed to get out, evil… it was evil. The phone clattered to the floor and he snapped out of his trance, shaky fingers scrambled to get to the device and press the delete button. This was bad… the Camaro, the car his cousin bought was one of them.
"X? You okay?" Xander jumped, startled metallic blue eyes looking up at his cousin.
"I'm fine. Here, I got your stuff."
"Thanks," Sam sighed. He took the box before taking a seat beside him. "Listen, X. About the other day, I—"
"It's alright. It happens. No biggie." He waved it off like it was nothing. Not wanting to deal with anything emotional for a while.
"But I—"
"You guys ready? Well, let's go before Judy gets a heart attack." Xander jumped up, quickly following his uncle to the car.
There were too many thoughts running around in his head. His recent discovery had shocked him to the core. He needed to take action, needed to do it fast. In order to save what he held dear, he needed some quiet time to think.
"Here we are. Home Sweet Ho—"
"Oh my God! Sammy!" Quiet, right? How could he forget? Quiet was just too overrated.
Xander sighed, swinging his legs idly as he sat on the backyard porch; metallic blue eyes watching carefully while the machine was put to work. Quickly and silently the small disc drove row by row across the lawn. Automatic and equipped with state of the art technology, his newly designed lawnmower made quick work in cutting the grass evenly into perfection.
No need to worry about wheel tracks anymore since this new invention uses magnets to levitate itself off the ground. It also works on trees, bushes, and shrubs. Not to mention, acts like a sprinkler when the lawn doesn't need any mowing. All you need to do is sit back and relax as the SAM (Silent Automated Mower) does all the work. Name inspired by his favourite pushover of cousin, Samuel James Witwicky.
"SAM, you've missed a spot." The small machine beeped, backtracking to go over a thick spot of grass it had overlooked. It was still learning; Xander smiled. Chuckling when the little disc chased Mojo across the yard, no doubt wondering what the little dog was.
"Hey, now. Leave Mojo alone. Come here." SAM beeped, flying into his creators arms. X deactivated him before placing him in the bushes in case Uncle Ron needed him later.
Alright, time to get inside. He stood up, turning away from the bright afternoon sun. Xander froze, hearing a very familiar engine coming up the driveway.
"Oh, hell no…" X peeked around the corner to see a very distinct Chevy Camaro parked in the middle of the cement path.
"What are you doing here?" He hissed at it, climbing down the porch railings to glare down at the busted up old car. Bumblebee chirped at the tiny human happily.
"Nuh-uh, no! Go away, before Sam sees you! Go!" Xander desperately tried to wave him off.
"You got my cousin into jail. I don't know what you are or why you're here but you need to leave. NOW!"
"Xander?! What are you doing?!"
"Uh-oh…" He saw Sam staring down at him in disbelief from the kitchen window, but before he could explain he was suddenly scooped up by a car door and dumped abruptly into the backseat of an alien robot's alt form.
"SAM!"
"HEY! What—What are you doing?! That's my cousin! WAIT! COME BACK!"
Oh God… He was being kidnapped by a large robotic insect!... Awesome! Wait, where was it taking him? Is this thing a spy for the government? Were they taking him back? No!
"SAM! SAM! NO! Let me out! Let me out!" He started to struggle, kicking and punching the car's interior. Shocking the poor car with his sparking bare hands.
"Hey!—krghcsgszzz—I come in p—zdrkajhjnzhugsss—" The car swerved dangerously to the side, leading them to drive shakily down the sidewalk. X stopped, worried that they might crash into something when the Camaro righted itself.
They sped off, following Sam as he raced down the neighbourhood in a girly pink bike… Okay, that was pretty embarrassing.
"Alright… Where are you taking me?"
"They're coming—Starship Command! Do you hear me?—We need your help.—The fate of the world, rests in your hands."
"Wow, no pressure right... "He winced seeing his cousin do a spectacular summersault in the air before crash landing unto the hard pavement below. "Ouch."
"I give that a ten! Round of applause ladies and gentlemen!"
"Is that… Mikaela?" Bumblebee's high pitched whirl answered his question.
She was… pretty, he guessed. No wonder Sam was so caught up about her. They followed the older teenager as he rode past the school, muttering curses and apologies while he pedalled furiously to escape 'Satan's Camaro'.
"Great, now we've got the cop's attention." Xander spotted the police car discreetly joining in the chase. Metallic blue eyes scanned the black and white Saleen Mustang narrowing as they read the words 'To Punish and Enslave' sealed on its side.
"Oh no…" He had a bad feeling about this.
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