Disclaimer: Yes, I think we all know the drill by now, I don't own anything. Period. Well, everything except Aura and Sarah, but other than that, nothing. I might have to trap Aura in a cage so she can't run out and wreak havoc around the world...
Aura: What?! NO! I wanna be set free! *Runs at the author and glomping her, causing both to fall on the ground*
Sarielgrace: What?! No! Sarah, help me! Aura's going nuts!
Sarah: No can do Sariel. You're on your own. *the younger Moran leaves the struggling author and her creation to have lunch*
Sarielgrace: Traitor! You're a traitor Sarah! TRAITOR! Aura! Stop it, now!
Aura: NO! I WON'T BE TRAPPED IN A STORY! NEVER! You can't make me!
*Five minutes later*
Sarielgrace: *Huff* *Huff* I...I give up. Aura, you can follow your sister... *Lets out a big breath of air* I'm gonna lay here for the rest of my life...
Aura: YAY~! *Gets up to follow wherever her sister went*
Sarielgrace: And...and before I forget, I give thanks to SunnySides, Wolfimus Prime, HeartsGuardianSol, Ratchet's Sparkling, ShinraFox, Skyress98, AyanoZonurai, Leaderofthewolves, and to ryannea. reed for faving, reviewing, and following 'I don't want to be a Mary Sue!' I...I think I'm going to sleep now...and I need a raise...Enjoy... *Starts snoring*
The man that exited the Peterbilt was summed up in Aura's head with one word. Tall. More like he was a giant. He had inky blue midnight hair, vibrant blue eyes, and stood at the height of an impressive six foot five.
Aura's jaw dropped as she took in the man, and she glanced over to see the other drivers of the two vehicles. One had sandy brown/blonde hair with blue eyes, and another was basically a walking muscle bag. They were both an average height for men, the sandy brown haired one about five foot nine and the other about five foot eleven.
The walking bag of muscle had dark black hair and blue eyes with rather unremarkable features, baring a scar running down his right eye. He seemed like he was made of concrete while the Hummer driver was slightly softer. The tallest man was probably about in his thirties while the other two seemed to be in their mid-forties to early fifties.
"So who are they?" she asked, taking in the newcomers. "The one who came out of the semi is my dad. His name's Orion Paxton, but his buddies call him Optimus. The dude who came out of the Top Kick is Aaron Hayden, codenamed Ironhide, my dad's adopted brother. The last one is Russell Hatchet, but we call him Ratchet. They're all in the army in the same squadron. Optimus is the leader, Ironhide is the Weapons Expert and Ratchet's the CMO," explained Brandon.
"Maybe I should introduce myself," commented Aura with an odd glint in her eye. She stood up, skipping to the approaching three men and stopping them in the middle of the pathway. "Hi~!" she chirped, getting even closer and from the corner of her eye, saw her sister walk over with a resigned look on her face. "So you're Brandon's dad? It's nice to meet ya! He's really nice, ya know?" shot off Aura, and Sarah had to physically pull the older girl back to prevent her from smothering the older man's personal space.
"Aura! Hold your engines! Personal space, remember!" reminded Sarah, eyes flickering up to the tallest man's amused/confused face. "Now, apologise to the nice man you just accosted a few seconds ago before you forget," admonished Sarah.
An apologetic expression moved onto Aura's face and she looked up imploringly at the older man with puppy eyes. "I'm so sorry!" she burst out, and appeared to be nearly in tears, "I didn't mean ta make ya feel uncomfortable Mr. Paxton, really! Can ya forgive meh?!"
Aura was now wailing loudly, causing everyone else to stare at her. The man named as Russell Hatchet snorted at the drama. Aura cut off, turning to her sister, and commented, "Whaddya think? Too much personal internal anguish?" Sarah sighed, nodding, "Bit too much, Aura." Aura turned around to see amused blue eyes looking down at them.
"I'm Sarah Moran. Sorry about that," apologized Sarah, jerking her thumb to point at her sister. "This knucklehead is my older sister Aura. If you haven't guessed already, our mom dropped her on the head as a baby. Multiple times." "She lies!" insisted Aura, "Mom never dropped me! Hell, she wouldn't even put me down!" Aura then turned to see the line of vehicles on the street, stars in her eyes. "I gotta say, you do entrances with style."
"Thank you, Miss Moran," said Mr. Paxton. Aura gave a small laugh, waving her hand erratically as she insisted, "Don't mention it! You can call me Aura though, everyone does. Your son's a good kid, I have to say. When I was his age, I was a rebel! Guess you can see that from a mile away."
Sarah turned to the other two men, smiling politely. "I do apologize for my sister's…antics. I assure you I am in no way like her."
"WHAT?!" demanded Aura, pointing at her younger sister with a finger. "You lie! You like your pranks as much as I do mine!"
"Oh god, another pair of pranking siblings," groaned Russell. "So, Brandon didn't say much, but who are you anyway?" asked Aura, eyes wide and curious. "He just said that y'all in the military, but not really what you do."
"That's classified, I'm afraid," said Orion. "The American government is keeping our division heavily under wraps." Aura gave a disappointed pout, her eyes widening even further. "Brandon says that everybody else calls ya Optimus. Why?" her tone was innocently deceptive.
"It was the name I was given when I joined," said Orion easily. "Did ya know, that in Latin, it translates to 'one of the best'. Best of what?" asked Aura, but Sarah laid a hand on the older girl's shoulder. "I think you should stop with your interrogation, shall we? I think I heard Ron that the food was almost ready," she said. Aura's head swiveled around to peer at Ron flipping the last of the burgers, and she brightened up immediately out of her pout.
"Okay! It's been nice talkin' to ya OP, but that burger has my name on it!" Aura chirped, and she happily skipped away. "OP?" asked Russell, seemingly casual. "It's Mr. Paxton's initials. Like she said, we're ready to eat," answered Sarah mildly, and she followed after her sister.
As the younger Moran girl walked away, Russell turned to Orion. "There's something wrong with that Aura femme," he said to the commander. "Scans show that since talking to us, her adrenaline levels shot up tremendously." "She has shown no signs of hostility, Ratchet. It would be wise if Bumblebee monitors the two girls for now, and see if they slip up any information," said the Supreme Commander of the Autobots. "Guess you're right, Prime," agreed Ironhide, nodding. "We should try out these holoforms, shall we?" asked Ratchet lightly, and they continued up the stone path.
Back with Aura
By now, Aura had taken a whole plate with a hamburger with a couple of chicken wings and some pieces of grilled corn. She sat with Brandon and Sam, commenting every now and then the different life between living in the city and the suburbs.
Sarah, on the other hand, started talking to Will and Sarah about their married life and inquiring about Annabelle's feeding habits and sleep cycle. The younger girl had acquired some fruit salad Judy had made and a double cheeseburger with pickles, along with more Pepsi. "So what made you come to California of all places?" asked Will, looking up from his plate. "Well, even though we've been living in Brooklyn for most of our lives, Aura hates shovelling snow and the freezing temperatures. In her mind, boiling is better than freezing to death," shrugged Sarah, finishing the salad. "She also wanted it to be sunnier, and the rent of our Apartment per year was nearly as much as the price of the house we're in. It's a two story, three bedroom house with an artist's studio that's actually detached from the house itself. It's very…homely, that's for sure." "Wow. That's quite the change," said Will, and both Sarahs nodded in agreement.
The rest of the day seemed to fade away after eating.
The Morans left the Witwicky house around 8: 30 PM, with the excuse of location hunting the next day. Both sisters decided to sleep early to continue with the hiding of their Transformers memorabilia around the house.
Tada! I know this is so short, but I'm going to be busy for the next couple of days, so... *shrugs* Yeeeaaaahhh...
To ryannea. reed : Yes, Aura is so much like Bluestreak, prattling about everything that comes to mind, and they both use the excessive talking as shields. Sarah is like Prowl in the sense that she has to reign Aura in... Good job! Have some virtual cake (and eat it too)!
To HeartsGuardianSol: Yes, I have noticed my communication skills go down the drain, but I fixed it! I think...
A/N: Yes, the house I placed the Moran sisters in does actually exist in the suburbs of California, except I added a whole floor.
And no, HeartsGuardianSol, it is not a spaceship. That would be, like, so cliche. It's just a basement!...Or is it?
Yay, I'm done! I'm going to go to sleep now...This is what happens when I stay up for too long. Bye-bye!