Well, here's chapter five. Mary's going to get a house call from some rude and unexpected visitors while Sam gets harassed by Barricade! :D I wonder whose decided to drop by Mary?

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Warning: Cussing, fights (since when is Transformers, Transformers without the fights?), depression (slightly), angst, hurt/comfort, friendship, family, fantasy, Fanfiction, AU, Badass!Sam, Cool!Miles, Bitchy!Mikaela, will have characters from other Transformers stuff, like Transformers Prime

Ps: Some of my Ocs from the 'Protector Chronicles' might show up!

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I was just in my room, reading, when it happened. Addaline rushed in, looking a little worried. "U-um, M-Mary, there's someone here to see you. They refuse to leave until they do," she informed shakily.

I looked at my friend. She looked absolutely terrified for some reason. I frowned but got up. I followed her downstairs where I blinked. I had no clue who the person standing there was. Standing in the middle of the living room was a man probably 5'8" -which was just a few inches below my height- and had shaggy blond hair. He seemed to become more alert when I walked in. "Is there something I can help you with, Sir?" I asked.

He gave me a cold stare. His eyes were dark, burning embers it seemed. It didn't faze me, though. "Mary Slayer, correct?" He continued once I nodded. "My name is Alex Lancaster, Miles' father. Now, you listen and you listen good, Girl," he said forcefully, "You stay away from my boy and the Witwickys and Mr. Jackson Darby. They're respectable young people and I know your kind. You play innocent then you go and break hearts."

I knew what this was about, and quite frankly, I didn't like it. "Sir, I have no intention of-" I started, but he cut me off.

"That's what you say. But I'm warning you," Mr. Lancaster said, "Stay the hell away."

I frowned. "One, I do have my morals. Two, that was some mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. My mistake was letting Angelina bully me into doing that stuff and letting Trent sweet-talk me into it. I am a changing girl and I am working to gain everyone's respect," I said firmly.

Mr. Lancaster snorted, obviously not believing me. "I highly doubt that. Once a slut, always a slut," he sneered.

"I don't like your attitude. I've never once done anything to you. And quite frankly, Miles isn't even my type. Besides, you are not the boss of me. I am 17 years old, I think I can be responsible," I said. "Now, if you only came here to threaten and berate me, then leave, because I will not take your shit." I was glaring and starting to get pissed off.

"You should respect your elders!" Mr. Lancaster snarled. He stepped towards me and backhanded me.

I stood there in shock, my hand trembling as it came to my cheek. I'd been spanked when I was little and I'd run into things a lot but... I'd never been hit before. Not once to I remember someone backhanding or slapping me. My cheek was going a little numb, so I knew he hit me hard. It didn't hurt or anything, though. Just a little stinging sensation. But it still shocked me.

"Who do you think you are?!" an enraged voice shouted. Mother came into my line of vision, going right up and slapping Mr. Lancaster, who stumbled back a bit. Mother then turned to me, grabbing my chin roughly and examining my cheek.

"Mr. Lancaster, I suggest you leave. Before I do something I might regret," my father's voice said darkly. "And if you ever lay a hand on my daughter again, you will be sued."

I was still shocked, only getting even more so. N-no one had ever, and I mean ever, stood up for me in such a way. Only Kassy and Ayslyn had... Suddenly, a wave of home sickness over whelmed me and I quickly turned and fled, determined not to break in front of them. I heard Mother call out to me, but I couldn't do it. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in there.

What was I thinking? I thought. I shouldn't have done the cliché thing and wished on that star. I wanna go home. Mamma's probably missing me... How long as passed there? Do they think I'm dead? Have I been gone for years already? I trembled, falling to my knees. It just crashed upon me. I didn't know what to do. I took a shaky breath and decided to leave for a little bit.

"I'm going for a drive!" I called before leaving. I didn't wait for the answer. I just got into Wheeljack. I didn't have the key and didn't care. "Drive. I don't give a damn where to. Just drive," I said sharply.

There was a moments pause before Wheeljack did so. As we drove, I placed my head against the window, tears leaking from my eyes. I tried to will them away, but it didn't work. The drive was silent, like Wheeljack knew that he shouldn't say anything. I was grateful for that. I knew I'd just break if he said anything.

I wasn't sure how long we drove, but I knew it was a few hours. Suddenly, Wheeljack skidded to a stop, turning. "Mary, I know that this isn't the best time but... Apparently Sam's running from his guardian," Wheeljack said.

I sighed. "A-all right. We should get Miles, though. He can calm Sam down. Where's Jack?" I replied softly.

"Running from his guardian as well. The two are together at the moment," Wheeljack replied.

I groaned. "Let's just grab Miles. He should be able to help..." I muttered.

"Are you sure?" Wheeljack asked.

"Call it instinct," I replied, not in the mood to debate this.

"This isn't up for discussion, is it?"

"Nope."

"Alright."

Once we were in front of Miles' place, I honked the horn. Miles came out, looking confused. He quickly came over and I rolled down the window. "Get in. We have a panicking Sam," I said bluntly.

Miles gave me a confused look. "He did say something about Satan's Camaro following him... But what does that mean?" he asked.

I sighed. "Look, I don't have time to explain. We need to get to Sam and Jack before they get into trouble," I said.

Miles went to say something, but I cut him off. "Just get in, damnit!" I shouted.

Miles jumped, looking a little scared. He quickly got down. "Drive," I ground out. I ignored Miles look as Wheeljack made a show of changing gears and driving on his own. Miles looked terrified. "W-what the hell!" he yelled.

"Shut up and just listen," I hissed. "This is Wheeljack. He's a really advanced, shape-changing robot. He's my "guardian". Sam and Jack are running from theirs," I said. "We have to calm them down and get them to understand that they're here to protect us. Not harm us."

Miles was silent for a moment. "... Damn, this is awesome!" Miles said enthusiastically. "I can't believe I'm apart of this!"

"Riiight..." I said, looking at Miles with a surprised look. I sighed and looked out the side window. I noticed something in the rear-view mirror and looked back. My eyes widened. "Wheeljack, step on it. That cop-like robot is following us!" I hissed.

"Barricade," Wheeljack growled, hitting the gas.

Barricade turned on his sirens and then I knew what it felt like to be in a high speed pursuit. I yelped as I was slammed into Miles on a particularly sharp turn. Wheeljack muttered an apology as he kept going. I only grunted in response. I didn't care about being tossed around, even if it hurt. We had to get away. I noticed something. It was an old car lot. "Go there!" I said, pointing.

"Why?"

"Just do it! I have an idea!"

Wheeljack made the turn and drove in. I told him when to turn, leading us towards the roof. As we drove, I asked a very important question. "You think you could drive fast enough to get from this building's roof to the other's roof?" I asked.

"There's no way. I'm not that fast," Wheeljack replied, alarm in his voice.

"Have anything that could help you drive fast enough?" I asked.

"Well... I've been meaning to test those rocket boosters I invented but..." Wheeljack paused.

Miles groaned. "I knew there was going to be a but..." he muttered.

"Wheeljack?" I asked, ignoring Miles.

"My inventions have a habit of blowing up..."

I thought. I noticed a stack of something. "Hit that stack. It'll buy us some time," I said quickly.

Wheeljack listened and hit it. It fell, and I noticed a tiny gap. Frenzy would pursue us, but he wasn't a vehicle. We had time. "Wheeljack, think. Is there something repetitive that you do with ALL your inventions?" I pressed.

"Yeah. Self-destruct buttons," Wheeljack replied. "But that shouldn't do anything!"

I thought about it. "Maybe you keep getting the self-destruct button and the on button mixed up," I said.

"No way. I always remember," Wheeljack said.

"Only one way to find out. Use those rockets. Trigger what you think would make the rockets self-destruct," I said.

"Are you insane?!" Wheeljack exclaimed. "There's a 10% chance your right! That's too low an odd! We can't take that risk," he said.

I knew that he was right. My theory was dangerous and something no one else would suggest. Willingly using the self-destruct button? Those were only used in emergencies. But the more I thought, the more I realized, this was an emergency. "Wheeljack, please, trust me. This is an emergency," I pleaded. "If we don't try, Barricade will get to us and maybe send someone after Sam and Jack. Please. This is bigger than the lives of two uneeded humans."

"How did you-?!" Wheeljack started.

"Wheeljack, there's no time for that! Just do as she says!" Miles growled.

Wheeljack sighed. "If we survive if this blows up, I'm asking Ratchet to put you under some mental tests," he grumbled.

"And I wont fight him if that happens," I agreed, "NOW DO IT!"

I heard plating shift just as we reached the last rise. I could see the sunlight at the top of it. I prayed this would work. I heard something powering up, then we shot off like a rocket! I was pressed back against the seat as we flew across the thing and suddenly were launched into the air. I heard small explosions and knew that the rockets must have blown. For a moment, I felt we wouldn't make it. We were coming up a little short it seemed. I closed my eyes tightly. After an intense and long second, I felt a sudden lurch and heard a thud as well as skidding. Opening my eyes, I saw that we were facing the gap. A police cruiser was on the other side, seemingly revving in anger.

I looked at Miles, who looked at me, wide eyed. Then we started laughing. "We did it!" Miles cheered.

I just laughed. I couldn't believe it worked. Well, I could, I was just surprised. "Yes," I agreed. "We made it." I collapsed backwards in my seat, panting.

"It seems that I accidentally hooked a few self-destruct wires into the "on" button, which I had labeled "self-destruct" button. Good thinking Mary," Wheeljack said. "I'll make a little inventor out of you yet! But first, we better go help the boys and Arcee."

A while later we finally met up with the boys and Arcee at an old field. Turns out Barricade had turned back after failing at getting to Miles, Wheeljack, and I and went after Sam and Jack and Arcee and Bumblebee. Both of which got upgrades in alt. modes. To which, Miles turned to me and asked, "Why the hell do you get the one with the crappy alt. mode?" He offended Wheeljack, who took off.

Now I was on the back of Arcee with Jack. We were going to meet the other Autobots, who had just came for a landing. It was so cool watching them fall from space like that! Of course, I was worried about Wheeljack, who had yet to catch up. I sighed and let my head fall on Jack's shoulder. "I'm going to kill Miles..." I muttered.

"Because he offended Wheeljack?"

"Because he left me without a ride and an awesome friend."

"Shesh, you and Wheeljack got along real fast," Arcee commented. "Not many like 'Jack because of his... Explosive ways."

"I like his ideas. There a lot like my own. Only difference is I've never had the material to actually do what I thought up," I replied. "And cut Wheeljack some slack. That's the art of inventing. Trial and error! As well as being willing to take a risk or two."

"More like a million with Wheeljack," Arcee muttered.

I huffed. "At least he's fun!" I defended.

"He's dangerous," Arcee said. "I'll be talking to Optimus Prime, who'll assign a new and safer guardian to you."

"No he won't."

"Yes he will, kid. Look, you aren't safe with Wheeljack. He'll get you killed!"

"He saved my ass today!"

"He could've killed you had you been wrong! He shouldn't have pulled that stunt!"

I was getting angry. I was so upset that I wanted to jump off Arcee. She just didn't understand Wheeljack. I didn't like that, but I reminded myself that all of Wheeljack's inventions had the habit of blowing up. That means that they'd see him as a hazard. But I knew different. And I'd make Optimus Prime see that I was perfectly safe in Wheeljack's capable servos. I knew what I was doing. I wasn't a total ditz or completely oblivious!

"Hey, we're here."

I blinked and saw that I was being stared at by everyone -even the bots. I blushed and quickly got off Arcee and moved over to hide behind Jack. "Oops..." I murmured.

Arcee transformed, glaring at me a bit. Ok, so maybe I had to work on that. Optimus knelt in front of Sam and Jack, who had moved up to stand by his cousin. I stood there awkwardly, wondering where Wheeljack was. I didn't really catch what Optimus was talking about, at least, not until I was talked to directly.

"You are Mary Elizabeth Slayer, correct?"

That got my attention quickly. "Yes," I said timidly. Optimus was back to standing at full height and, to be honest, I was intimidated.

"Why do I get the feeling you weren't even listening?" Arcee asked sarcastically.

I had to literally bite my tongue to stop from saying anything. Now's not the time to be a smart ass, I told myself.

"Arcee, be polite. She is only a sparkling," Ratchet abolished.

Arcee rolled her optics. "I bet she doesn't even know your designations!" she said.

I smirked at that. "Ironhide," I said, pointing at the weapons specialist. "He's the weapons specialist- nice cannons." I turned to Jazz. "That's Jazz. Oh, and Jazz," I said, "'Bitch' is a term humans tend to use as an insult."

"O'. Thank' ya' fo' tellin' meh," Jazz replied, smiling.

I nodded. "Jazz is special ops. And that's Ratchet, the medic," I finished.

Everyone and everybot stared at me. I blinked. "What? I'm not a total ditz," I defended. Then I glared at Arcee. "Oh, and by the way, Arcee, I do NOT appreciate you bad mouthing me when you DON'T KNOW me," I said sharply.

Arcee seemed to be taken aback a bit. Like she was shocked. But I ignored her in favor of turning my attention back to Optimus. "Sir, why did you take the time to learn my name?" I asked.

Optimus nodded at me. "You also play a key role in this," he said. He brought up a hologram of a familiar looking metal star ornament (the cover picture). I knew I'd seen it somewhere before... "Do you recognize this?" Optimus asked.

"Yes... Though, vaguely..." I said.

"This is a very special relic. I'm not entirely sure of its purpose, but I know it has to do much with the AllSpark," Optimus told us.

"And that supposed to mean...?" Miles asked impatiently. Since I was right next to him, I elbowed him.

"Miss Mary Slayer, this is found under your family's custody. We need it," Optimus said.

I nodded. "I'll see if I can find it," I replied.

"I'll take 'er," Ironhide said gruffly. He transformed into his GMC Topkick pickup truck alt. mode.

I sighed softly and climbed in, glancing around for any sight of my guardian. Where was he? Had Miles pissed him off that bad? I felt guilty and sad. As Ironhide drove, I remembered the last time I saw Adam, my ex-boyfriend.

"You're insane, Mary!" Adam shouted. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I was helping that little kid!" I shouted back. I couldn't believe Adam was furious over a saving a little boy and his elder brother hugging me out of gratitude. "His elder brother was thanking me!"

"Some thanks!" Adam retorted. "I bet your seeing him behind my back!"

"I am not!" I shouted back.

The fight continued on for a while. That's when my best friend, Kassy, came over. "Shut up, Adam!" she growled. She turned to me. "Why do you always attract the crappy boys?" she asked me.

I never saw Adam again after that. I was starting to get scared. What if Wheeljack left? What if he didn't want anything to do with me? All my insecurities crashed down into me and I felt like crawling into a hole and dying.

"-ry? Hey, sparkling!"

I blinked, snapping out of my stupor. "Huh?"

"You ok? You're optics are leaking coolant," Ironhide said gruffly.

"W-what?" I stumbled. I whipped my eyes and, sure enough, I was crying. "I-it's nothing important," I said, my voice cracking slightly.

"Is this over what Arcee said? I know she's being a glitch right now but-"

"No. It's not that, Ironhide," I said softly.

"This is about Wheeljack suddenly up and leaving, isn't it?" he asked.

"... Yeah... Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," I said. "I can wait until he comes back. He'll come. I know he will."

"Heh, your the first. Not many others have much faith in Mr. Explosive," Ironhide replied.

I was silent. Then, "Why does that matter? Science is a tricky and dangerous thing. You have to be willing to take risks. Especially if it can decide between life or death," I said.

Once at my house, I noticed the newer version of Wheeljack's alt. mode. I held a small slice of hope at that. Quickly, I got out. Someone else did, a muscular man with dark hair and a healthy tan. That must be Ironhide's holoform, I thought.

"Before you freak, this is just my holoform," Ironhide said gruffly.

I nodded and started towards the house. I opened the door and walked into the living room. I quickly did a double take. Mother, Father, Addaline, and a man were there. The man had graying hair, almost like a stereotype scientist. Mother noticed me first.

"Oh, Mary! There you are!" Mother said, quickly coming over and hugging me. "Are you alright?! This man," she pointed to the scientist-guy, "is Jackie Wheels, and he said that he saw you get into an accident! But when he went over, all he found was your totaled car! I was so worried!"

"Oh, uh-" I said, realizing the guy was Wheeljack. I didn't know what to say.

"Ma'am," Ironhide started, "I'm Aron Hyde, a friend of Jackie. I found the girl, dazed, and wondering around. I'm afraid she's still a little out of it."

Mother nodded, understanding. "Thank you! Sweetie, you should thank them as well. Mr. Wheels was kind enough to buy you a brand new car just like your old one to replace your old one!"

"Err... Thanks..." I said stiffly and awkwardly. I did not like this one little bit. But it was a nice cover up.

"C'mon Jackie, Orion needs us," Ironhide said.

"Why?"

"We've got work, remember?"

"Oh... Yeah..."

I looked at Ironhide. He gave me a look that said "we'll be back to pick you up as soon as we finish business". I gave a look that said I understood. Ironhide nodded and grabbed Wheeljack's arm, pulling him away. I had a feeling that Wheeljack's holoform was just gonna dissipate. I honestly didn't know what to do now. I had to find that star-thingy, but I didn't know where to stop.

"Mary..."

I gulped, I didn't like my father's tone...

CLIFFHANGER! XD

Cyber: -_-

Relax, Cy. I just feel like this is too long a chapter already. Besides, the cliffhanger fit there perfectly!

Cyber: *sighs* *shakes helm* I wonder about you sometimes Aria...