A/N: Hey! Everyone! I'm alive! My sincerest apologies for updating so late but here's a new chapter! Yay! *cheers*

Disclaimer: X is mine. Archie too. Others... not quite... Hu hu.

He parked the motorcycle way out back, well hidden from view before sneaking through the garden fence. Aunt Judy and Uncle Ron should be home by now. Almost there, X crept into the house using the backdoor and carefully tip toed across the kitchen. He needed to get to the stairs and up to his room without getting caught. Yeah, piece of cake.

"Xander you're back! Where's Sammy?" X froze resisting the urge to groan out loud. Why? WHY?!

"Ah, he's with… a couple of friends right now. I didn't want to intrude so decided to take the taxi home by myself—"

"What?! That's not—"

"It's fine, Aunt Judy!" He could feel the clock ticking. Time was running out quickly. He needed to pack up and get out of here fast. "Mikaela was there and you know how he gets—"

"Awww. My little Sammy found himself a girlfriend! Ron! Ron!" Good. That should distract them for a while to give me enough time. Sorry, Sam…

Xander rushed up the stairs, barging into his cluttered room, he slammed the door shut behind him before locking it. Metallic blue eyes scanned the familiar sky blue walls of what he had come to call 'home' these past few years and felt sadness roil in his gut. He really was going to miss this.

"Rivox."

"Yes, sir?"

"Hack into every database. Delete anything related to Xander Kevan Witwicky."

"Of course, sir." X got out his old traveling bag and began stuffing it with anything he deemed important.

"Deleting all files." He opened each secret compartment scattered around the room and cleaned everything out. No trace, nothing left behind.

"Process complete." Xander was gone… only X is left.

"Xander Kevan Witwicky. Eliminated. Sir."

"Good." Now, for the rest.

He closed his eyes, concentrating on the flow of technology pulsing around him. Everything needed to be gone. There should be nothing left of him in this house. He reached out, small sparks of electricity exiting his palms as he focused on what he had to do.

X watched as the secret compartments shrunk and melded perfectly into the wall. The rest of his equipment and gadgets twirled rapidly in the air as they merged and sparked, bending to his will. He held his palm out, urging the technology to compress and contract. There was bright flash of white and he opened his eyes to see a small metallic cube lying in the middle of the now empty room.

"Hmm, good enough for my first try in subspace technology at least nothing blew up." He pocketed the small cube, casting one lingering glance around the room. Without the clutter, the place seemed so big.

"Is everything alright, sir?"

"Just fine, Rivox. Let's go—"

"Xander dear, are you okay up there?!" X flinched as his aunt's voice echoed from downstairs.

There would be no more times like this. No more screechy voice waking him up in the morning or annoying Sammy banging at his door for help. No more Mojo to experiment his inventions with and no Uncle Ron for him to help with the gardening. The Witwickys have always been a family to him. When Dad found him, gave him a name and a loving home. He was always glad and thankful to have met him… to have met them all. And it wasn't right that they should suffer because of him.

"I'm fine, Aunt Judy! Just getting myself ready for bed!"

"Alright, be careful, okay!" Seriously? He was going to bed not marching into war. X chuckled. Yup, he was really going to miss this.

"Let's go, Rivox."

"Very well, sir."

Alright, going downstairs was no longer an option. Which left only one thing… Metallic blue eyes narrowed on the open window as X stepped forward to look down below. It wasn't that far down… he gulped.

"No time to back out now, X." He stepped out into the ledge, finding his footing on top of the back porch roof.

He crept slowly unto the edge, eyes focused on a tree branch hanging just a few feet away. If he could just grab it then he could climb down the tree and leave the house undetected… at least that's the plan.

X reached out, his fingertips just barely brushing the edge of a leaf. Almost there… Just a little bit more. The roofs edge dropped off dangerously down below as the young inventor tried his best not to look down. Come on… Come on.

He leapt for it, smirking triumphantly when he was able to grab on to the extended limb. He attempted to pull himself up; hesitating once he heard a very ominous crack cutting through the silence of the night.

"Oh no… SHIT!" X felt the branch break off and suddenly he was falling rapidly to the ground. He yelped, hands flailing desperately in the air in order to grab on to something, anything.

There was a small gust of air and he suddenly landed on something sturdy. What the hell? X looked down to see a familiar smooth metallic disc hovering under his feet. He smiled and laughed as it gently lowered him to the ground.

"SAM!" The little disc beeped at him happily. Flying circles around his creator in a merry dance.

"Hey now, I'm happy to meet you too." X chuckled as he held on to the small invention which cuddled and sighed happily in his arms.

"Thanks for saving me back there." Quietly, he began making his way across the backyard. "But we need to get out of here fast, little buddy."

He ignored SAM's questioning beep as he deactivated him and placed him inside his backpack for safe keeping. He was able to sneak over the fence and locate his bike. Soon, X was speeding down the road leading away from tranquillity, never looking back.

"Rivox, bring up directions to the nearest airport,"

"Of course, sir."

He should be glad, he chided himself. Here he was speeding down the interstate just like he always wanted to do once he was old enough to get a licence. There was nothing holding him back now. Xander Kevan Witwicky no longer existed… X was free. Yet, why does he feel so heavy inside…

"Sir, incoming call from Sam Witwicky." X sighed in relief… Sam was okay. But the call also meant that they finally know he had left.

"Decline call." Sorry, Sam… But this is for your own good.

"Sir, incoming message from Sam Witwicky."

"Delete message." Maybe he should get rid of his old number and get a new one.

"Sir, message from Sam Witwicky."

"Delete Message."

"Incoming message from Sam Witwicky."

"Delete."

"Incoming call from Sam Witwi—"

"Delete!" Alright, Sam wasn't even here and already he was getting on his nerves.

"Message from Sam—"

"DELETE!" Come on! "Now, quiet!"

"Silent mode on."

He huffed, geez, can't they just ever leave him alone? Dad was never that suffocating… Dad… Daddy… X tightened his grip on the bike under the onslaught of memories. No, Dad's alive, and he will find him! But if he were alive than why hasn't he heard from him all these years? Did he ever try to contact him? Why leave him alone to face such a bright cruel world?

"—don't worry. I'll take care of you."

"You're such an idiot, Dad.

"No good. He's not picking up. I'll go check if he's inside the house. You guys stay here and hide. Mikaela make sure they stay here got it?"

"Sure, just hurry up, Sam."

Sam got out of Bumblebee and into his family's backyard. He got to the kitchen door before he saw his dad on the other side. He tightened his grip on the knob and firmly kept the door shut as he gave his dad a bright smile.

"Hello there, you bright handsome man." Ron rolled his eyes at his son.

"Where have you been? It's a few minutes after curfew and your mom's upset. Not to mention sending your cousin home alone. You haven't even done your chores. And the path! I made the path, Sam, so that—"

"I'm sorry, about the path. I'm sorry. I'll do all my chores now—Wait, Xander's here?"

"Yeah, he's upstairs in his room. And I've done all your chores for you—"

"Thanks, dad. You're the best dad in the world. You awesome guy—" The sound of gears shifting and grinding metal were unmistakable as Sam tried his best to keep the panic from showing on his face.

"The garbage! Yes, the garbage. I'll throw the garbage out now."

"No, I've got it."

"I insist!" He opened the door just enough to grab the black plastic bag from his father's hand before closing it shut once more. "There's no need to worry. Just go back inside and have nice evening with mom."

"You know I bail you out of jail, bought you a new car—"

"Thanks for all that, dad. You're the best. I-I-I love you…" Ron gave his jittery son an unconvinced look but before he could voice out his suspicions he was suddenly being pushed towards the living room.

"You go on and relax, tonight. I've got everything under control."

With that, Sam quickly made his way outside. Staring wide-eyed at the gigantic robots completely decimating the backyard.

"No no no no no no. Five minutes! You couldn't wait for five minute?! Hey! Hey! Watch the path! No no! Not the fountain! No!"

"Oops… Sorry." Optimus murmured his apologies as he carefully placed his foot somewhere he deemed would cause no more damage.

Sam sighed; all this stress was not good for his overall constitution. The autobots were literally destroying the backyard. Once his dad finds out… he shuddered.

"I thought I told you to keep them still?!" It's not like she had a choice! Mikaela groaned.

"Hey! You try making giant tin heads to sit still."

"Ah, gross!" Mojo! "You have a rodent infestation. Shall I terminate it?"

"Mojo! No!" Sam dashed to rescue the small dog only to come face to face with Ironhide's canons the second time tonight. "It's alright! It's alright! He's a Chihuahua. We all love Chihuahuas."

"It leaked lubricants all over my foot."

"He peed on you? Bad Mojo! Bad!" He released the trembling dog, watching as it ran into the sanctuary of its small home. Please don't get squashed…

"Sam, the glasses."

"I know! I know! But I can't work with all of you hovering. Just back off, okay! Just give me a few minutes."

"Very well, Autobots, fall back."

"Good, good. Thanks."

Sam quickly ran into the house, tip toeing down the hallway pass the open living room. He focused on getting to his main goal: the stairs.

"Sammy? Is that you?" Darn… so close.

"Yeah, Mom. Just finished taking out the garbage."

"What was all that noise you were making out there?"

"It was nothing, just a bunch of racoons. Hey, is X home?"

"Xander's upstairs dear."

"Okay, thanks!" Sam dashed up the stairs, almost tripping down and breaking his neck. He finally managed to get to his cousin's room.

"X? You in there? Hello?" He started banging on the wooden door.

"Come on! Open the door! I need to tell you something!" There was no answer.

"Xander? Wake up! I need the—" Sam stumbled forward when the door suddenly gave way.

"That's weird. X never leaves the door… open." He looked around, not believing what he saw. Everything was gone…

"What the hell?" Sam got his phone and tried calling his cousin once again. Growling frustratingly when he got no answer.

"Wow, your cousin's really… neat."

"Mikaela? What?!"

"Sorry, but they really want those glasses."

"Tell me something I don't know… Dang! Pick up the phone, X!" He angrily started typing on the keypad, sending a message to his cousin instead.

'Hey, X! Where are you? It's important, please call me back.'

"Are you sure he has the glasses?"

"Yup, gave it to him the day I got Bumblebee."

'This is not funny, man. The fate of the world depends on it!'

"Where is he?"

"I don't know…" Worry and panic seemed to settle in Sam's gut. "I really don't know…" Where was his little cousin?

Suddenly there was a loud explosion and the entire house shook violently as all the lights in the entire neighbourhood just went out. They stumbled and held on to each other as the tremor passed. With a look of silent understanding they dashed to the window to see the backyard destroyed and five Autobots towering over the mess.

"What the hell are you guys doing?!"

"Have you found the glasses?"

"What?! No, no! My cousin has it and he's not here. All his stuff is gone! It's like he just disappeared! I'm currently in hysterics right now so please… bear with me here!"

"Are you sure this 'cousin' is in possession of the glasses?" Sam stared into the bright blue optics of Optimus Prime and was hit with a sudden revelation.

"Yes, I'm sure. He's not picking up. I'm afraid something bad happened to him. You guys can find him, right? Bring him back?"

The Autobot leader let air out of his vents; the situation was more complicated than he had thought. They must get the glasses before the Decepticons do. The location of the AllSpark must be kept from enemy hands for the safety of the Earth, the safety of the universe.

"Very well, Sam. We will find Xander Witwicky. Autobots move out."

"Thanks, Optimus."

A/N: Sorry the Bots didn't have much to do here... But don't worry! I'll give them more to do in the chapters to come.

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