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Disclaimer: X and Archie and are all mine. The others don't... I know it's so depressing.

"Wow, nice." Mikaela snickered as they handcuffed all the agents together before chaining them to a pole. Stripped of their outer clothing, Simmons' outstanding Superman boxers brought out small laughs from both human and bots as the rest of his underlings tried their best to hide their amusement.

"I'll have all of you behind bars for this! Mark my words, brats." Simmons growled out, tugging at the chains. "And you…"

X kept himself busy with dismantling the weapons Jazz had confiscated; keeping his gaze firmly away from the bound agents. He ignored Simmons' intense glare and Sam's inquisitive glances while he tried his best to keep his breathing calm and his body still. Desperately fighting the instinct to run away; run from all this fear and anxiety, to the far reaches of the Earth where he can find a rock and hide under it to escape the looming threat of the past.

"You little monster, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again! You cost me big time, ruined my reputation. Once I get my hands on you…" Simmons' threat left him uneasy.

`He knew that the man owned him, the government owned him; born from a test tube, he never had any real parents. He was a freak, the guards always told him, a worthless little brat. He was created for the sole purpose to be experimented on, to be their guinea pig. I guess since the officials forbid them to 'acquire' new test subjects, they decided to make one on their own. Anyway, who would care for a nameless little abomination like me?

"Hey, Sparky, what's wrong? Ya okay?" No way… did he just? X glared up at the smiling bot. The first lieutenant was crouching down to look at him, his voice light and teasing as he nudged the small inventor with a finger.

"Jazz, seriously? Sparky?! Couldn't you be more original?"

"Thought it went good with ya powers. Standing up to us and tha slagger Barricade; didn't think a li'l man could scare ya."

"I'm not scared."

"Doesn't look like tha to meh." X sighed, what does he know?

"It's complicated… Besides to you he may be little but he has a good couple of feet over me."

"Since when did that ever stop ya?" Jazz gave the technopath a small grin as he straightened up and continued with his duty to watch over the humans.

X turned his gaze down to the floor. He did have a point. Hell, he could take on a bot twenty times his size and come out unscathed. Why would humans be any different? Because they're not made out of metal, you're powerless against them. He shook his head, putting the negative thoughts away before tilting his head slightly when he heard Sam speak up.

"You're not taking Xander away." Sam growled. "Not if I can help it." His actions surprised everyone; even himself as X turned his head away, hiding a smile beneath his fingers, seeing Simmons falter as he doubted is thoughts on Sam being just a harmless little teenager.

That gave X all that he needed, seeing his former keeper in a new light. Back when he was a kid, Simmons was like the devil to him. The towering man had the ability to strike fear deep into his very being, he was the one with the power, the one in charge of his suffering. In Sector Seven he could have ended his life with a snap of his fingers. He realized then that he was no longer in Sector Seven. Simmons had no power here and he no longer stood against him alone. There were others… who cared for him… He looked around, seeing the Bots, Sam and Mikaela; and thought maybe he wasn't so alone anymore.

"Don't worry. I've got you… Daddy's here." Dad…

"You're a special one, Xander." Idiot.

"Now, what is Sector 7? And how do you know my cousin? Answer me!" X flinched as Sam questioned their prisoners. I guess Aunt Judy contributed more to the making of Sam than what he originally estimated… Bad mental image! Delete! Delete! DELETE!

"I ask the questions around here, not you, young man!"

"All right then, how did you know about the aliens." Simmons glare might have made him cower in fear before but he remained strong, unfazed as he stepped up beside Sam.

The elder Witwicky smiled; glad to have the real X back. This was the cousin he had come to know not the silent shivering kid hiding behind Jazz's leg. He had come far since the first day Uncle Archie brought him to his house and he wouldn't have him any other way.

"Where did you take my parents?" Sam continued his interrogation.

"I am not in liberty to discuss—"

"Wait, they took your parents?"

"Yup."

"Woah, and Aunt Judy didn't bring out the bat?"

"She did but she was tricked into putting it down before she got a chance to bash their heads in."

"Dang, would have been awesome if she did."

"After all, I've been through, X. I have to say I totally agree with you, man."

"Boys, getting off track here." Mikaela rolled her eyes at them. Boys would be boys she guessed before stomping up to Simmons and searching through his pockets.

"Hey, you touch me, that's a federal offense!"

"Ewww, Mikaela gross…" She gave X an unimpressed look before she held out the Agent's badge.

" 'Do whatever you want and get away with it' badge, right?" She smirked before tossing it off the bridge.

"Wow, your girlfriend's awesome, Sam." Xander watched, amused, as Sam's faced turned an interesting shade of pink while he sputtered.

"She's not—I—We're not—X!"

"Aww… Is little Sammy embarrassed?"

"Not funny, dude." Sam huffed.

"Why, I think it's cute." Mikaela smiled as Sam turned a deeper shade of color.

"Can you feel the love tonight?

The peace the evening brings

The world, for once, in perfect harmony

With all its living things…"

"Bumblebee!" The Autobot scout shrugged, optics bright with amusement.

"You think this all fun and games?! You think this is all a joke?! All of you are felons, criminals, outlaws! Siding with the aliens, you've done a crime against your country! No, against your very own kind—" Bumblebee had just about enough with the tiny man's ramblings as he hovered over him and popped the cap. Simmons choked as he was suddenly dowsed with some foul smelling liquid. The other agents tried to keep away as much as the cuffs would allow as their boss yelled.

"Hey! Hey! Get that thing to stop!"

"Bumblebee, stop lubricating on the man." Prime couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice as the young scout gave another shrug, his doorwings fluttering in amusement as X laughed, clutching his stomach before falling on his butt.

"Oh my God! Bee!" X gasped out, Sam snickering quietly behind him while Mikaela looked at the agent in disgust but not doubting that he deserved it. "I love you, Bee! Ha! You're awesome! You—HAHAHAHA—Lubricated! HHAhaha! Ewww! Gross! Get it away!" He scrambled back from the spreading puddle.

"A man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do…"

"Like I said, I'm surrounded by sparklings." Ratchet shook his head but the subtle twitch of his lips betrayed what he truly felt.

"That's right laugh it up… You won't be laughing for long." X saw one of Simmons' agents shifting his hands nervously behind his back. Metallic blue eyes narrowed as he sensed that something was amiss.

He recalled stripping the agents of anything they had, including all phones and gadgets but the minute thrum of technology was unmistakable as he held his hand out calling the device to him. The agent gave a yelp of surprise as the phone in his hand was suddenly wrenched from his grip before flying into the inventors open palm. X cursed, how could he not have noticed. With the Autobots around, his senses were messed up. The air was buzzing rapidly around him and detecting this small piece of technology was like pinpointing a single ball in a rainbow ball pool… Okay, maybe that wasn't the most accurate of comparisons but it was close enough.

"Xander?"

"The guy called in for some back up, got us on speaker the whole time." X growled as he crushed the phone in his fist, his hand sparking as the pieces fell to ground.

"Did you just—The phone and—You know what, I don't think I'm even gonna try anymore." Mikaela sighed rubbing her forhead. "After today, I doubt anything could be impossible anymore."

"Like I said, Sammy. You're girlfriend's awesome."

"Ugh! I told you—"

"Anyway, we need to get out of here, guys! Pronto!"

"Prime! Incoming!" Ironhide's warning alerted everyone to the army of car's speeding their way to them, sirens blaring.

"Too late… They cometh!"

"Fallback!" Prime's order had everyone moving.

"Move!" Ironhide roared before transforming his arm into a pulse gun and sending a magnetic pulse through the earth, blowing out all the incoming car's tires.

"Cool…" X stared wide eyed at the scene before giving the weapons specialist a dreamy look. "I want one of those…"

"Ha!" Ironhide gave Ratchet a smug smile. "I really like this kid." The medic sighed.

"We haven't got time for that, Jazz!"

"I'm here." Jazz rode up to him in his alt form and X wondered when the silver bot had transformed. He swore he was like a ninja at times. "Hop in! L'il younglin'."

"Wait! What about the others—" He didn't have a chance to protest before the car door scooped him into the front seat. The seatbelt tightening securely around him before they sped off, Ironhide and Ratchet following closely behind.

"Hey! How about Sam and Mikaela?! Where—"

"No worries, Prime's got'em."

"If you're sure…" X looked out the window to see Optimus sneaking under the bridge. He didn't know how he could hide being a gigantic robot and all but he trusted the Prime. Then why did he have the same bad feeling all over again?

They found a place to hide out nearby, seeing choppers patrolling the sky. He saw Optimus climbing and concealing himself under the bridge and he admired how limber the big guy could be. He held his breath and saw the chopper coming near, watching wide-eyed when he saw Sam and Mikaela dangling from Optimus' shoulders.

"Damnit! Sam you idiot!" And Witwicky luck strikes again.

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