A/N: Yay! New Chapter! You know I've been thinking about the pairing I posted this story with and well can't really decide if this should be a family fic or couple fic.. anything is fine with me basically so... if you have anything in mind then please present it in a review!

Diclaimer: X + Archie =mine.

It felt good, X sighed, to be on the road again. Feeling the constant thrill of moving from place to place, not knowing what the next adventure might hold. This was what he wanted, to travel the bright world. Living in darkness had made him appreciate the light that much more but… He remembered Judy's warm embrace and Ron's booming laugh. Sam's bright smile and his dad's knowing grin and couldn't help but feel a bit… lonely.

Pull yourself together! Now, is not the time to be nostalgic! He made a sharp turn to an exit, the landscape slowly changing into the cool desert night. X sped up, revelling in the freedom of the empty road before him. That is until his freaking watch suddenly vibrated.

"What the?!" Okay, that felt weird…

"Silent mode off." And suddenly his A.I's alarmed voice echoed from the beeping device.

"Sir, I'm picking up 5 signals emitting high doses of radiation heading your way."

"What?! And you just told me now?!"

"… You muted me, sir." Well, damn…

"Tch." He held on tight and willed the bike to go faster. A holographic monitor suddenly appeared between the handlebars showing him five bright red dots closing in on him fast.

"Sir, it seems that Camaro Bumblebee is with them." Yeah, so he survived the big black, white and ugly mustang which turned out to be a big emo bot with issues… hooray…

X watched as two of the dots broke away from the group, driving ahead at unbelievable speeds steadily catching up to him. The young inventor cursed, using his power to morph the bike once again into a sleek blue and white race bike.

He modelled it after the BMW K1200S which can hurl you from a dead stop to sixty mph in just 2.8 seconds. But with some quick remodifications, this baby can reach higher speeds in half the time. X smirked hunching down to give his new ride an extra boost. No time for a test run now.

"X you're a genius… Ha!" He screamed in delight as he sped down the highway at supersonic.

"Sir, the two signals are picking up speed." That they were… He could see from the monitor; instead of leaving them in the dust like he had anticipated the gap between him and the two dots seemed to be growing smaller and smaller.

"What the hell are those things?!"

"Sir, I'm detecting similarities between the four signals with Camaro Bumblebee."

"Great! Just what I need! Five huge-ass alien robots chasing after me in the desert! Does the world hate me that much?!"

"Sir, approaching to your left." Sure enough, there was a distinctly familiar canary yellow Camaro coming up behind him fast. But that definitely wasn't the old busted up 1977 Chevy he was used to. Interesting… are they capable of changing their exteriors to take the form of any car they desired?— Alright, not the time X!

"Sir, on your right!" Damn it! He glanced at the mirror to see a silver/grey Pontiac Solstice coming up beside him.

With flashing headlights the Camaro started honking, and X was not that surprised to see no one at the driver seat of both cars. Since I can't outrun them, then I just have to outsmart them. He smirked, figuring out his advantages; coming up with a brilliant yet equally dangerous idea… and he liked it.

With adrenaline pumping and the wind rushing against his face, he held on tight and concentrated. Metallic blue eyes glowed eerily as he waved his arm out and sent a static pulse towards the ground. He could feel the small tendrils of electricity connecting to the closest source of technology available other than my bike, which unfortunately left the two crazy alien stalkers beside me helpless.

"Bye Bye!" I waved to them before pulling on the brakes… their brakes of course.

I laughed when the two cars suddenly went out of control, skidding and twirling down the highway before they finally came to a full stop. I sped by them, sticking my tongue out before leaving them in the dust… I was wrong. Everything did go according to plan.

"Hey, Rivox! Did you see that?!" He giggled a little high on speed and his recent victory.

"Yes, sir. Quite a marvellous feat, although—"

"I was like—BOOM! And they went—WOOSH down the road, Ha! Am I genius or what?"

"Brilliant, sir! But I must warn you—"

"And this bike! Wait, until we reach hyper speed on this baby!"

"Sir! Up ahead!"

"What?" He squints his eyes , God he really should get some racing goggles… and a helmet. Yup, definitely a helmet—What the hell is that?!

"RIVOX!"

"I tried multiple times to warn you, sir."

"Really?! Then how did this happened?!"

"… You muted me, sir."

Up ahead, was one intimidating blockade… consisting of a Yellow Search and Rescue Hummer and a black GMC Topkick pickup truck, not to mention the flaming Peterbilt semi-truck in the middle. Wow, and he thought life couldn't get any harder…

"Oh, and behind you, sir." WHAT?! The Pontiac and Camaro were back, and catching up fast.

X cursed, this was bad… Ahead of him was a wall of metal and behind him were the robot hound dogs of space. There wasn't enough time; at the speed he was going it was too risky to attempt anything else. All he knew was going forward wasn't such a good thing… And his powers agreed, forward was bad.

So, it decided to turn left. X yelped when the bike suddenly made a sharp turn out of the highway and into the sand. After that it didn't take a genius to know that race bikes and sand don't mix. The machine beneath him buckled and suddenly he was flying through the air.

He flailed his arms, watching in horror as the ground came closer and closer before he heard a distinct sound of gears grinding and shifting. He had the air knocked out of him when he landed on something hard and cold and definitely not sand.

"I got'cha, little young'ing." Ouch… great now his bruises have bruises. What the hell did he land on—a hand?!

No, wait. X looked up and came face to face with a large grey alien robot who apparently has him in the palm of his gigantic hand—no servo, little ol' squishable me sitting here, helplessly… He gulped.

"Don'cha worry I ain't gonna eat ya. Designation's: Jazz. We've been lookin' everywhere for ya." X yelped when they suddenly began moving. He held on to one giant finger, fearing that if he fell this time, he wouldn't be so lucky.

"I got 'im!" X stumbled when suddenly two worried bright baby blue optics peered down at him from his place inside Jazz's curled hand.

"Easy 'bee. The l'il critter's fine, just a bit spooked is all."

"B-Bumblebee?" The yellow bot gave out a familiar high-pitched whirl. "You're so big…" The two giants laughed at the wonder in the little human's voice.

"You, glitchheads!" X flinched at the crashing sound of metal banging against metal as the two robots suddenly got bonked on the head by a fuming light yellow bot.

"Frag, Ratchet! What was tha' for?"

"I told you two to lead him to us safely. Not have a slagging death race in the middle of the desert! You could have seriously hurt the human!"

Ratchet, huh? X laughed nervously as the scary mech lowered his gaze towards him. Pinning him in place with those sharp blue optics, he was one bot he didn't want to anger that's for sure.

"And you… Don't think I haven't forgotten that stunt you pulled riding that two wheeler with no safety equipment if I might add."

"Uh… I'm sorry…"

"Kid has guts that though, I give him that."

"And don't go encouraging him, Ironhide!"

Okay, was it just him or were these guys getting bigger? X watched nervously as the two bots argued it out and he wondered if he was better off suffocating in the sand than in the hands of large mechanical being that could easily squish him if he so much as twitched.

"At ease, my friends." Holy humungous gigantic… he was HUGE!

X couldn't help but gape as he watched the TALL bot approach and judging by the others reaction he guessed that he was the one who held authority… Great, now they're taking me to their leader.

"Xander Kevan Witwicky." He stated. Yup, by his voice alone he knew this guy was the head honcho of the group.

"Not anymore, Xander is dead it's just X, now." He said with as much courage he could muster but inside he was crying, quivering mess.

"Very well, X. I am Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."

"Okay…"

"But ya can call us Autobots for short." The one holding him… Jazz said while giving him a small smile. That's when he noticed that he was wearing a… visor that covered his eyes—optics. Maybe he felt a bit at ease with him, that and he didn't squish him… yet.

"So Autobots…" Yeah, why can't I come with such cool names for my inventions?!

"The one holding you is my first lieutenant, Jazz."

"He'ya little guy."

"Our medic, Ratchet." He gestured to the old yellow bot. A medic, huh? No wonder… He hated hospitals.

"Scans suggest that the boy is relatively fine. No harmful internal or external damage and no bacterial infection that could cause any negative effects. But I am detecting unusually high amounts of energy—"

"I told ya, he's fine!"

"My weapon specialists, Ironhide." Okay, the other guy who suddenly points a gun in my direction.

"Feelin' lucky—"

"Is that a plasma canon! Cool! How long is the range of it? How much coverage does it get when it explodes?! Can its main power core be stabilized if we reduced its size? I mean—" I cut myself off, blushing when I realized that I was babbling.

"Sorry, I've been working on getting a small plasma ray to work but just couldn't get the amount of components right…"

"HA! Prime, I really like this kid." Ironhide let out a booming laugh, which made X smile nervously. Was that a bad or good thing? He wondered.

"I believe you already have met Sam's guardian, Bumblebee."

"Well hey there, sugar—Long time, no see! You're a—Shock to the system

Electrified, amplified

Shock to the system

Shock, shock" He gave the jumpy bot a bright smile.

"Sam's guardian, huh?" Bee whirled at him happily. "But why can't you talk like the others?"

"His vocal chords have been damaged in battle. But is healing quickly on its own, unusually." Ratchet spoke while looking at his scans. Bumblebee sent a small wink at X. Just a little secret between them, huh? Okay.

"So, you're not a runaway convict car sleeping in my garage and using my cousin as a cover, are you?"

"Who? Me? Never."

"So… why are you here then."

"X." The young teenager looked up at Optimus, nervously. "The safety of the universe rests in your hands." Yeah… Life is a real bitch.

A/N: Done! Finally! Please review!