A/N: Ah, ummm... New chapter, yay! Terribly sorry for the late update. Been a bit busy these couple of weeks. Who would have known that having a puppy would be so much work? God. Any way... Back to the story!

Disclaimer: X is mine. Archie too. The others are unfortunately not.

"Are you username: Ladiesman217?!"

He's crazy. Yeah, that's right. This was all just a hallucination. All of this was just his mind breaking down from all the stress. Sam reasoned with himself. First, his car was possessed and just drove off kidnapping his little cousin. Now, a police car just exploded right in front of him and transformed into a huge giant battle robot. Yup, this was all just some insane delusion…

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Sam shrieked when a large metal hand crashed down on the poor car he was lying on… Alright, who was he kidding?! He was going to die!

"ARE YOU USERNAME: LADIESMAN217?!" What the hell?!

"Yeah…" He squeaked.

"Where is the eBay item 21153? WHERE ARE THE GLASSES?" The robot roared. Sam screamed, scrambling to get away from those huge crushing hands. His teenage life had been embarrassing enough as it is; being squished to death was not helping his reputation.

"SAM!"

"X?!" Xander ran as fast as he could to his cousin. That thing behind him was huge. Its crimson red eyes igniting a silver of fear in his stomach, he remembered evil… They were evil.

"What the hell are you doing here?! NO! RUN! GO BACK!" Sam desperately tried to wave him away but he ignored the idiot.

Metallic blue eyes widened with horror once the robot raised its large metallic hand; the servo hovering threateningly over his cousin's small form. NO! No, no, no, no!

"Sam!" Anger and panic filled him. Sam was in danger. He willed his legs to run faster but he knew it was useless. There was no way he could make it in time.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" He reached out, his bare hand sparking with electricity while he gathered all of his strength into one thought.

'STOP.'

He felt the mechanism lock in place and revelled in the look of shock the alien gave him. X clenched his fist. His eyes glowing an eerie blue as he used his energy to send the robot flying.

Xander winced at the sound of metal grating against metal; those poor cars never stood a chance. Not missing a beat, Sam barrelled into his cousin. Grabbing unto the younger teenager's arm, they dashed away to escape the staggering robot.

"HEY! Hey!" Is that Mikaela?

"Sam! Watch out!" Xander cringed when the unfortunate girl was tackled harshly off her scooter by his deranged cousin.

"Are you guys alright?"

"What the hell is your problem?!" Uh-oh, she was angry.

"THAT!" Sam pointed to the menacing robot chasing after them. After that, it didn't take long to convince Mikaela to run for her life together with them.

"What was that?!"

"I don't know!"

Xander spotted a familiar canary yellow Camaro speeding down the driveway. He looked back to see the Mustang rapidly gaining on them, they were never going to make it in time. X saw Bumblebee swerve and skid to a stop close by and knew what he had to do.

"GET IN!" He watched as the two hopped into the open front seat door.

"Xander, what are you doing?! Let's go!"

"Take them to safety, Bee." He answered the Camaro's worried whirl with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I've got this."

"NO! No, No, No, X!" Xander watched the busted up car drive away with his cousin and the girl inside. He turned to the growling robot, unimpressed.

"You will regret what you have done, puny human." Wow… It speaks.

"Hey! Don't underestimate us tiny people!"

"You little insects are pathetic."

"Well, this little insect can do this!" He reached out, locking unto the robot's arm again, twisting the large metal fingers into a big fist. Xander smirked. Oh yeah, he was so awesome.

"What's the matter? Stop hitting yourself." Clink.

"You little fleshbag—"

"Stop hitting yourself." Clunk. The robot growled, which strangely reminded him of a large menacing guard dog… Okay, not relevant.

"Stop hitting yourself." Thud.

"Stop hitting your—"

"ENOUGH!" Xander gasped when the giant robot alien chopped off the malfunctioning limb with his retractable finger blades.

Those crimson red eyes narrowed on him menacingly. The little human had somehow infiltrated his systems. He was different than the rest of the organic insects that inhabited this mud ball of a planet.

"Tsk, tsk, now." Xander gave the large robot a disapproving stare. "My Dad always says: self-inflicted harm is never the answer to any problem."

"DIE!"

"Holy—" He scampered away from the large foot before ducking under one of the abandoned cars to avoid getting squashed. "Wow, someone has major anger management issues."

"Wait until I get my hands on you, little fleshie—" the robot suddenly paused. Xander watched the giant silently from his hiding place.

That's strange… but before he could contemplate the odd behaviour any further, the robot abruptly folded into itself. Cool… the sequence was like some complex puzzle being pieced together swiftly and expertly to form a sleek black and white Mustang. Xander was amazed; he could feel the thrum of technology pulse beneath his fingers as the powerful car revved its engine before speeding off, sirens blaring.

"Damn… Wait!" Stupid, stupid, stupid! You were supposed to hold him off, X!

"Rivox!"

"Yes sir?" His watched blinked as the A.I replied.

"Track the coordinates of that police car."

"Of course, right away."

"Great, just great." He needed to go after it; but how?

Metallic blue eyes trailed over the still twitching severed hand before spotting the abandoned scooter laying a few feet away. X smirked, his hand sparking.

"Xander, you are a genius."

"Sir, satellite imaging indicates that the hostile police car is currently in pursuit of Camaro 'Bumblebee'. As we speak, both sentient cars are heading to the nearest dumpsite."

"Really? We don't have much time then." He reached out to the scooter, sensing each crack and dent, going through each screw and bolt to know exactly what he needed to make this invention work.

Next he scanned the large metal hand, which thankfully was no longer twitching. He admired the delicate wiring and the advanced workmanship placed into just a simple limb. Xander held a lot of respect to the creator of such magnificent mechanical beings.

"Sir—"

"Not now, Rivox." Now, disassemble.

Electricity flowed from his fingertips as both the scooter and hand came apart. Mentally sorting through all the floating pieces, he picked out the ones he needed. Okay, now together.

X closed his eyes, picturing how each part fit inside his head and let his power do the rest. There was a bright flash of light as the pieces whirled around in a tornado of wind and lightning before it abruptly stopped. There, finished. Opening his eyes, X couldn't help but smile at the results.

"Am I a genius or what?"

"Yes sir but—"

"Look at it!" He raised a hand to caress the smooth metal, checking on the bike's interior functions. This was arguably the fastest bike on Earth, though its paintjob could use a bit of work.

"Alright, let's go!" Xander hopped on his latest invention. Starting the engine with a single touch, he smiled as the machine purred to life. "Aren't you such a beauty?"

He pulled down on the accelerator and with a large burst of speed, raced down the road in pursuit of a deranged Robocop car… Ah, the irony.

"Sir, I must inform you that security has been breached." He braked, the bike screeching to the side as it came to abrupt stop. Panic and fear clouded Xander's mind as he came to terms with the sudden revelation. No…

"What?! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"You were busy sir—"

"Since when? How?"

"It seems Mr. Witwicky made an emergency call, the night when he witnessed the Camaro transformed." No, this can't be happening. He was always careful, keeping a low profile through all this years. Please no… Not now.

"Rivox?" His voice shook. This can't be happening.

"They are currently heading to the house, sir… Sector Seven knows where you live."

"No, I don't live there anymore." He turned the bike around, speeding down the opposite way.

Sorry Sammy, but if they figure out you've been housing me all this time. We're all dead. He urged the bike to move faster. There wasn't much time.

"Xander Witwicky doesn't exist anymore." Yes, Xander needed to die in order for the Witwicky's to live.

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