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"What is it?" Mikaela wondered as we walked closer.
"It's a robot. But like a, like a different, you know, like a super-advanced... robot." Sam pondered. "It's probably Japanese."
"Yeah, it's definitely Japanese." I agreed with a confirming nod. As we walked closer Mikaela pulled on my arm.
"What are you two doing?" She demanded quietly.
"I don't think it wants to hurt us. It would have done that already." I reasoned while giving a shrug.
"Really? Well, do you speak robot?" She responded. "Because they just had, like, a giant droid death match."
"I think it wants something from us." Sam mumbled.
"What?" Mikaela gave him a strange look.
"Well, 'cause the other one was talking about our eBay page." Sam explained shortly.
"You are the strangest people I have ever met." Mikaela sighed. We were standing directly in front of the robot, staring at it.
"So, can you talk?" I asked it nervously.
"XM Satellite Radio- digital cable brings you- Columbia Broadcasting System" It spluttered out.
"So you. You talk through the radio?" Sam pieced together.
"Thank you, you're beautiful. You're wonderful, you're wonderful." It cheered, clapping like he just won the Golden Globe award.
"So what was that last night?" I questioned.
"Message from Starfleet, Captain- Throughout the inanimate vastness of space- Angels will rain down like visitors from heaven hallelujah!" It explained ever so helpfully.
"Visitors from heaven? What, what are you, like, and alien or something?" Mikaela demanded. It pointed and nodded before transforming down back into it's car form.
"Any more questions you want to ask?" It said.
"He wants us to get in the car." I breathed, walking forward.
"And go where?" Mikaela said, shaking her head. Sam looked over at Mikaela.
"Fifty years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get in the car?" He asked her as I slid into the drivers seat.
"I don't have to ask permission to sit here, do I?" I mumbled. It rumbled underneath me. "And that means."
"No way, Kid." The radio crackled.
"I'm not a kid." I sniffed, sticking my nose in the air. It rumbled again before pulling away as Sam and Mikaela got settled in. The seatbelt snapped around me and this time I relaxed into it. I struggled to keep my eyes open as the weariness of today's events washed over me.
"This car's a pretty good driver." Mikaela commented as we drove smoothly through the streets.
"Yeah. Well maybe you should sit on my lap." Sam said after a while. I raised an eyebrow at my brother.
"Why?" Mikaela asked with a trace of humor laced in her voice.
"Well, I have the only seat belt here. You know...safety first." Sam responded smartly.
"Oh, but Sammy! I want to sit on your lap!" I whined theatrically. I smirked a bit, waiting for the brutal rejection, when Mikaela shook her head.
"Yeah, all right." She complied, scooting into Sam's lap.
"You alright?" He questioned as he put the seatbelt around the two of them.
"Yeah." Mikaela said with a slight nod.
"See? That's better." Sam reasoned with dash of satisfaction in his tone.
"Oh." Mikaela sighed. After a few more moments of silence she smiled. "You know, that seat belt things was a pretty smooth move."
"Thank you." Sam said with a deep sense of pride that even I could detect.
"You know what I don't understand." Mikaela suddenly stated in a low voice. I looked over at her curiously.
"What?" I asked.
"Why, if he's supposed to be, like, this super-advanced robot, does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro?" She whispered to us. Bumblebee shuddered and came to a halt.
"Come on, Bee! Don't do this!" I whined as my seat belt unbuckled and I was dumped, unceremoniously, onto the asphalt.
"Great. See? Fantastic." Sam moaned, putting his hands on top of his head. "Now you pissed him off. That car is sensitive! Four thousand dollars just drove off!"
"Shut up, Sam." I snapped irritably. We stood around, trying to decide what to do, when suddenly a new Camaro with a black racing stripe drove up to us as if it was mocking the fact that our old one drove away...wait a second.
"What-?" Sam breathed in amazement while looking at the gift from God.
"Bee!" I cried with bliss. "Yay! Now we don't have to walk like hobos!"
"Great way to put it." Mikaela snorted, sliding in after Sam disappeared into the car. I slipped into the leather seating and relaxed inside. The smell of fresh leather made me tired all over again despite the adrenaline coursing through me. The seat belt snapped around me, causing me to snort.
"Safety first." I laughed quietly. Bee drove us to an abandoned area between two vacant warehouses.
"Come on, let's go." Sam said as meteor-like shapes sped through the otherwise clear night sky. I stayed with Bee, leaning up against his hood.
"Those are your friends, right?" I asked in a small voice.
"Yes, madam." Bee responded in a very classy tone.
"Wow. Breaking out the fancy radio stations for me. I feel special." I joked with a smirk. Bee rumbled with laughter. Sam and Mikaela raced back with pure amazement plain on their faces. About four new cars pulled into our desolate area.
"Are you Samuel James and Abrielle Bell Witwicky, decedents of Archibald Witwicky?" The leader demanded.
"They know your names." Mikaela whispered to us.
"Yeah?" Sam almost squeaked.
"My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron." He introduced himself.
"But you can call us Autobots for short." Another one said.
"Autobots." I repeated hesitantly.
"What's cracking, little bitches?" The silver one that was a Porsche boomed. I jumped a bit and took a step back.
"My first lieutenant." Optimus said, gesturing to the flamboyant autobot. I gave a weak smile to him and held out my hand for a fist bump. He immediately responded by bumping it. "Designation, Jazz."
"This looks like a cool place to kick it." Jazz announced as he threw himself back onto a car.
"How did he learn to talk and act like that?" I questioned with slight confusion.
"We've learned Earth's languages though the World Wide Web." Optimus explained.
"And you don't want to kill everyone on Earth?" I scoffed with a roll of my eyes.
"My weapons specialist, Ironhide." Optimus continued. The one called 'Ironhide' stepped forward with two cannons pointed at us. I let out a small squeal and shrunk underneath the glowing cannons.
"You feeling lucky, punk?" He growled menacingly. I glanced over at Bumblebee with a bit of panic in my eyes. He did a 'he-won't-really-hurt-you' gesture which reassured me just a bit.
"Easy, Ironhide." Optimus commanded.
"Just kidding. I just wanted to show him my cannons." Ironhide mumbled like a kid being scolded by his parents. Sam snorted a bit.
"Our medical officer, Ratchet." Optimus said, nodding to another autobot. He seemed to sniff around for a second.
"Hm. The boy's pheromone level suggest that he wants to mate with one of the females." Ratchet observed. I took a step away from Sam and pointed to Mikaela. They both made awkward noises and stepped away from each other. "And red haired girl's body levels say that she's on her menstra-"
"Nice to meet you!" I said loudly, attempting to save myself from the embarrassment of the end of that sentence.
"So you're on your period. That explains so much." Sam mumbled to me. I punched his shoulder as hard as I could, hoping that it would leave a bruise.
"You already know your guardian, Bumblebee." Optimus said, pointing to the dancing car.
"Bumblebee, right?" Sam confirmed. I rolled my eyes at the fact that he hadn't made that assumption yet.
"Check on the rep, yep, second to none." Bee sang, punching the air.
"So you're our guardian, huh?" Sam pondered, walking up the stripped car. Ratchet shot a beam at Bee's throat, causing him to cough.
"His vocal processors were damaged in battle." Ratchet explained. "I'm still working on them."
"Why are you here?" Mikaela asked the strange group.
"We are here looking for the AllSpark. And we must find it before Megatron." Optimus explained simply.
"Mega-what now?" I questioned, my eyebrows up to my hairline. We are so not going to be home in time.