A/N: Hey guys! My Sincerest apologies for being so late on the update but finally here it is! Now, I wouldn't want to keep you waiting for long so if you could just leave a review in that little box below it would be much appreciated.
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"Alright, let me get this straight. You travelled millions of light-years across space… for a pair of glasses?" X sighed from his place on Jazz's hand.
What a sight they must have been, all the bots crowding around him in a small football huddle while Optimus Prime just finished explaining to him about their intergalactic robot death match all over some miraculous Rubik's cube. The thrum of technology was practically buzzing in the air, making him giddy with power. But he tried his best to rein it in; he didn't think the big bots would like it if he suddenly blew up in their faces.
"The location of the AllSpark must not fall into enemy hands."
"The Decepticons will rest at nothing until they have the cube." The big yellow one, Ratchet he recalled, ground out while Ironhide toyed with his canons. X sensed a trigger-happy mech here.
"Those Slaggers have been nothing but a pain in the aft all these light years." Wow… how old can these guys get? Alright, stupid question. Mechanical bodies obviously means longer lifespans, X. Now, no getting on the gigantic alien robot's bad side.
"So, that creepy suicidal cop car with sore eyes back there was one of those guys."
"Had a l'il run in w'th Barricade, huh?" He glanced back at Jazz.
"Barricade?" He guessed their names have something to do with their programming.
"Yes." Prime's optics glowed a bright blue before a holographic image appeared before them. "This is their leader, Megatron."
A large menacing figure with sharp claws and teeth, growled down at him as he fearfully stepped back. Those familiar crimson red eyes peered intensely into his own as if he were just a tiny little insect in the palm of his hand. His body started to grow cold and he could vaguely see his breath coming out as mist when he remembered... The iceman… NO! NO! Run, run he needed to get away. Get Away! It was evil… so evil… NO! RUN! RUN! RUN!
He was suddenly falling, falling far down and he screamed. X reached out, grasping for something, anything to save him, when suddenly he landed on something hard. The impact knocked the wind right out of him and added to the wondrous collection of bruises that no doubt decorated his pale back.
"Owww…" He groaned. Hearing Bee frantic beeps and whirrs as he hovered over Jazz to scan the small human for any injuries.
"Primus… Ya almost gave meh a spark attack."
"Idiot! You almost dropped him!"
"Cool down, Ratchet. I caught 'im. He's fine now." X figured out that he had somehow slipped off the edge of the Autobot's hand. Man, he'd been making a lot of stupid decisions recently… He sighed before gingerly sitting up, patting the warm metal beneath him in gratitude.
"Sorry… didn't know what came over me ."
"Are you alright, X?"
"I'm fine, big guy…" He contemplated on telling him that their great arch nemesis was currently locked up in a freezer of some secret government agency's basement. But in the end, he decided it's better to keep things to himself, people would be asking too many questions… Plus, I think it's best the evil overlord is in ice while we look for the magic cube.
"So… My great grandfather's glasses holds the key to finding this 'AllSpark'."
"Yes, it is imperative that we obtain them." Metallic blue eyes gleamed bright with power as he stared into the Prime. Searching for any sign of deception, any reason for the Autobot to lie, but saw only honesty and sincerity in those glowing blue orbs. He realized later on, how unnerving similar their eyes were.
This little interaction did not go unnoticed, however; as a certain medic filed these series of events in a small folder in his processer for further study later. Humans were such diverse species and this little youngling was special even in their standards. Ratchet wondered how X had come to inherit his powers.
"Wow. Sam won't believe… Wait. Sam! Sam! What happened? Please tell me you brought him with you." He looked up at Bumblebee who gave out a sad whirl, raising his robotic arms in a shrug s if to say 'he's not here.'
"It was Samuel's wish that we locate you and bring you back."
"Bring me back?..." Oh no… "Sector Seven knows where you live." "Xander Witwicky is dead." Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Trust in Sam to ruin his plans and put all of their lives in danger.
"Damnit! We need to go back!" He pushed on Jazz's fingers, insisting to be put down.
"Wha—"
"No time to explain! Sam's in need trouble! We need to help him!" Jazz quickly placed the human down, afraid he might fall again if he continued to fidget around.
"C'mon! Let's go! Bee!" The yellow scout beeped as he watched the young teenager dash off between Optimus Prime's legs in an effort to get back into the road. The sand hindered his movements a bit but X was determined to get back to Tranquility.
"Now wait up, little young'in. Not so fast…"
"We're running out of time! I'll give you guys the glasses as soon as we get to Sam."
The Autobot leader sighed. The teenagers seemed to be leading them in circles but he complied with the hysteric human's demands and signalled everyone to transform.
"Autobots. Roll Out."
X watched in wonder as roughly 50 tons of metal disassembled and shifted down to form 5 awesome cars that you normally wouldn't see together. He had to say that watching it was way cooler knowing that they weren't about to squish him and he didn't think he would ever get used to their transformation sequence. He made a mental note to study it closer… Further observation is required.
He heard the sound of a revved up engine heading his way and he turned around fully expecting Bumblebee to offer him a ride but was surprised to see a silver Solstice heading his way, kicking up sand as he skidded to a stop in front of him. The passenger side door opened up for him invitingly as a familiar voice came from the radio.
"Hop in!" X smiled, laughing as he slid into Pontiac's front seat. He felt the seatbelt snap securely around him as the door slammed shut and the speaker's started blasting out one of his favourite songs.
"—Take the cash
And I'll keep it, Eight legs to the wall
Hit the gas, Kill 'em all
And we crawl, And we crawl
And we crawl, You be my detonator
Na Na Na Na Na Na.."
"Let's blow this sandbag!"
"Go! Jazz!" X whooped, as the Autobot made a sharp turn before speeding away. Kicking up sand and dust behind him as he left the others in the cold Nevada desert. Bumblebee whirled before racing after them, put out that Jazz got to the teenager before him and unwilling to lose a race with the Special Ops.
"I swear… I'm surrounded by sparklings."
"Let's go after them…" Prime sighed before following, heading back to Tranquility.
"Ron… There are a bunch of people in the yard."
"What?"
"Ah! They're plucking out my rose bushes!"
"No! Wait! Mom, no!" Sam and Ron could only watch as Judy picked up her trusty bat before making her way out the door.
"I'll give them a piece of my mind!"
"Excuse me, Mam. Please put the weapon down ." Suddenly, a couple of guys in suits came barging into a room. One man, apparently the head of the group, stepped forward and flashed his badge to everyone in the room before turning to Sam's dad.
"Ronald Witicky?"
"It's Witwicky. Who are you?"
"We're the government. Sector Seven."
"Never heard of it."
"Never will."
"What are you doing to my garden?!"
"All for good reason, Mam. All for good reason."
"Well, you better call off your men before I smack them upside the head. All for good reason, of course." Judy's grip on the bat tightened and all men in the room subtly flinched before carefully moving away.
"Now, now, no need for violence, Mam. Ah, you." Simmons pinned his gaze on the fidgeting Sam.
"Son. You're Samuel Witwacky, am I correct?"
"It's Witwicky. And yeah, I'm Sam." This guy was giving him the creeps.
"Have you noticed anything weird going on lately. Any mishaps? Paranormal activity?"
"Uh… No."
"Really? Nothing at all?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Well, then—"
"Sir!" One of the suits came running down the stairs and the Witwicky family were absolutely furious.
"Hey! You have no right—" Simmons raised his hand to cut Ron off as the agent whispered something into his ear. His eyes went wide and his body grew frigid as he snapped his head to stare suspiciously at the current house residents.
"I see…" He told the Agent before snapping his fingers so that another Agent could hand him a sort of tablet phone.
"Do any of you recognize in any shape or form this boy over here?" He held the tablet up for everyone to see. And Sam was surprise to see two very familiar metallic blue eyes staring fearfully into his own.
"Hey, Sam… Isn't that—"
"Yeah." He cut Mikaela off. His head clouded with thoughts and questions as to why this man had a picture of his little cousin.
"Why, that's my nephew, Xander." Judy said. "But he's so young and thin in that picture. How did you guys—"
"Let me clarify that statement, Mam. You know this boy? Xander?"
"Yes. Xander Kevan Witwicky."
"He's my cousin's son." Ron spoke up, giving the agent a narrowed look of suspicion.
"And he was a former resident in this house?"
"No, he currently lives in the third bedroom upstairs beside my son's room. Speaking of which… I wonder why he hasn't come down yet. Surely, the earthquake must have woken him up. He just arrived home a while ago." Sam turned his gaze away. Guilt crushing him in not telling his parents that Xander was gone… Just gone…
"Are you sure about that, Mam?"
"Yes, I'm sure… What? Is something wrong with him?"
"Sir…" Simmons turned to Agent who came in from the front door, holding out a piece of paper for him to take. "There are no records of a Xander Kevan Witwicky ever existing."
"What? That's impossible!" Ron blurted out, his patience already being stretched too thin.
"That can't be…"
Only Mikaela's gentle but firm hold on his arm kept Sam from going over there and snatching the piece of paper out of Simmon's hands. What do you mean there was no Xander Witwicky? How can someone just vanish off the face of the Earth? Unless that someone controls the world's technology in just a flick of a finger, and Sam realized that Xander, his little cousin… had abandoned them… But why?
"Give me that." Simmons snatched some radar looking thing from a nearby agent and pointed it to the people in the room. The device emitted a high pitched shriek before exploding in a burst of sparks and smoke as Simmons yelped and threw the broken piece of equipment away.
"Well what do you know? We've got a winner. Bag'em and grab'em, boys."
"WHAT?"
"You're not taking my son." Ron stepped up, shielding his family.
"Really? You gonna get rough with us?"
"No, but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy is going on around here." Yup, that's just good ol' dad.
"Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your son, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here."
"What operation?"
"That is what we are gonna find out."
The Witwickys… and Mikaela had no chance as they were manhandled out of the house and into separate cars.
"Hurt my dog and I'll kill you!" It seems even Mojo didn't escape from being taken into custody.
"Sam! Sam! No talking until we get a lawyer, okay!"
"Mom! Dad! No!"
Let me just say, being handcuffed and suddenly dumped into the backseat of a car was very uncomfortable and painful as said car suddenly drives off down the road. He fidgeted beside Mikaela as the Simmons guy turned around in his seat to give them narrow-eyed stare.
"Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. Enlighten me." Sam nervously looked around, with everything that's been going on it seems that night practically happened ages ago.
"Well, here's what I said, okay? 'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen..."
"Really?"
"...from me, from my home, but it's fine now because it's back! It came back!" God, X was right… he sucked at this.
"Well, not by itself." Mikaela tried to salvage the situation.
"Well, no." Sam agreed.
"Because cars don't do that because that would be crazy." They all laughed.
"So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?" And they stopped. Man… who put a stick up his butt?
"Alien? You mean like E.T? Pfft." Sam could feel his heart pounding in his ears. Being kidnapped by an unknown government agency was not good for his overall mental health.
"They're myths. Not real." Sam guessed that Simmons didn't like the answers they were giving him.
"You know what this is, kid?" He flashed them his badge. Mikaela swore once she got her hands on that thing, he will stuff down that bastards throat. "This is a 'Do whatever you want and get away with it' badge. I'm gonna lock you up forever!"
"Oh God, you know what? Don't listen to him, Sam. He's just pissy because he has to get back to guarding the mall."
"You in the training bra, do not test me!" He pointed to Mikaela. "Not with your Daddy's parole coming up."
"What? What does he mean about a parole?" Mikaela turned her head away, unwilling to meet Sam's eyes. "Mikaela?"
"Remember those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they weren't always his."
Sam couldn't believe it, first his cousin now the girl of his dreams was lying to him all along. Did he seem like a guy you can't trust? Was his parent's lying to him all along too? Maybe he was adopted like his cousin or something.
"Yup, this girl has the whole shebang. Criminal record and everything."
"Listen, Sam. I—"
"Save it…" He shouldn't be affected by the hurt in her face. He was the victim here! None of them realized the small radar device in the front seat beeping rapidly.
"Well, kiddies. I would love to see how this conversation goes but I believe it's time to talk—"
Everyone screamed as the car lurched as it crashed into something before spinning out of control. The driver swore that thing came out of nowhere as they crashed it once again before swerving to a stop. The entire convoy behind them were affected by it too. There was a bright light above them when suddenly two large metallic hands gripped on to the black van, jostling its occupants a bit before the poor car's roof was ripped off. They crashed to the ground the two agents were stunned as the stared up the flaming red and blue mech.
"You guys are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my friend… Optimus Prime." Simmons looked like he was about to pee his pants as the Autobot leader pinned the two agents with a small glare.
"Taking the children was a bad move." Suddenly, a group of agents came forward, pulling out their guns and aiming them up at the gigantic bot. "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."
The troop rallied in, Ironhide charging up his canons as they surrounded the small group of humans.
"Freeze." Ratchet and Bumblebee covered the sides while Jazz collected all their guns by magnetizing his hand.
"Woah! Woah! Woah!" Simmons raised his hands up in surrender. Silently cowering before the towering mechs.
Prime lowered himself to face him eye to eye. His blue optics scanning, assessing the group of agents.
"Hi there…" Simmons blurted out.
"You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?"
"Well, ummm… There are S-7 protocols. I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can't communicate with you."
Optimus' optics narrowed on the man as he ordered them.
"Get out of the car."
"Okay…"
"NOW!" The Agents jumped and they scrambled to obey.
"Wow, big guy. You have a one hell of a grip."
"Xander!"
"Sam!" The young teenager waved at him from his place by Jazz's side. Surprised when he suddenly got an armful of hysteric cousin.
"Thank God, you're alive! Where have you been?! How did you—Wait… You jerk!" He pushed him away before punching him on the arm.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"Did you think you could just get up and leave like that? You didn't think we would get worried and wonder where you were? Going so far to even delete yourself from the face of the Earth… Xander… what were you running away from?"
"I-I…" All of the sudden X froze. Metallic blue eyes spotting the Agents held at gun point behind Sam's back; shivering in fear at the sight of one agent in particular.
"No…" X turned around and dashed behind Jazz's leg to hide. The small mech giving him a worried look as those trembling gloved hands clutched unto the metal of his leg.
"Xander? What's wrong?"
"Hide me…"
"You!" Simmons growled out and X knew it was too late.
His nightmare has come true… He had been found.
A/N: Yup... For me this chapter is a bit boring but I promise more action in the next chap. So please review!