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Info: Cybertronian language

Month and a half later

A month passed quickly and I was over the moon when the doctor removed my cast; I was finally able to go further than my yard. As for Ian... well, we get along just fine and when I said fine, I mean that he was staying out of my way and I was staying out of his way; although there were a few minor incidents.

The first incident occurred shortly after I listened to Monica and called Bobby to investigate Ian. For that I needed any kind of document and Bobby suggested me to get Ian's driver license and wrote the information from the license on the list of paper. And since I could not ask Ian to show me his license, for obvious reasons; Bobby told me how to get it another way.

(Flashback starts)

"Before you pick a lock, make sure that no one is there and be careful not to damage the lock," a male voice said, over the phone.

"I cannot believe what I'm listening; you want me to break into his car. Are you insane Bobby? If Ian catches me, he will kill me, " I said, over the phone.

"Then try not to get caught."

I love Bobby I really do, he's like the older brother I've never had, but sometimes I think that all those years working as a private detective messed him up.

"I don't know Bobby; I have to think about it. Breaking into the car is a criminal offense, I can go to jail for that."

"Only if someone catches you; listen I have to go," he said. "I have a client who is waiting for me; call me when you get some information."

"I will, " I said, hanging up.

I walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. I started to think whether to listen to Bobby or not, but eventually my curiosity won; I grabbed my crutches and went out. As I walked towards Ian's car, a voice in my mind screamed: What the hell are you doing? Turn back. But, I continued to walk; as I approached his car I pulled out two bobby pins. I can't believe I'm actually going to do this I thought to myself.

I turned and looked around, making sure that there is no one, I slowly reached for the lock.

"What are you doing?" a male voice said, from behind me.

I recognized the voice immediately, it was Ian's voice. My breathing sped up, as I quickly hide the bobby pins in my front jeans pocket. I slowly turned towards him.

"I was looking for you, and I thought you were in your car," I lied. I could feel my voice tremble. Did he saw me? I wondered. Ian's eyes narrowed at me.

"Mhm, and why were you looking for me?" he asked.

" I made lunch, and I thought you were hungry."

"I'm not, "he said, as he opened the car door and entered in.

"Oh, ok well I'll be inside if you change your mind, " I said, and quickly went inside. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it; I pressed a hand to my chest, and took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to get my heart to slow down. Shit that was close, I thought.

Since this plan failed, Bobby founded another way to get the information he needed. One day he came to my house with a small camera hidden in his bow tie and snapped a few pictures of Ian. The plan was to send an Ian's picture to couple of Bobby's friends who will do the investigation. The second incident occurred two weeks later when I tried to wash Ian's car; I always thought the soldiers were neat freaks, but guess I was wrong. His car was completely covered in mud; even his windshield was covered in mud.

I had mentioned him a couple of times that it would be good to wash the car for his and others' safety, but he did not listen; so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I filled a bucket with water and poured detergent in it. As I washed away the mud off the bumpers with a hose, I could swear that the car shuddered, but I pushed that thought out of my mind.

While I was washing the back of the car my hand accidentally slid under the car; almost immediately someone grabbed me from behind and pulled back; I turned around to look at the person who did that. It was Ian.

"What the hell?" I said, angrily.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" he asked, through his gritted teeth.

His whole body was shaking for some unknown reason. At that point I thought he would suffer a seizure or something.

"What does it look like? I'm washing your car," I said.

"And who gave you permission to do that?" he asked.

Is he serious?

"Your car was filthy."

"That's my problem, not yours, give me that," he said, grabbing a sponge from my hand. "And now do me a favor, find another hobby and leave me ALONE!"

"Fine, " I said as I grabbed the crutches and started walking to my house. "Oh, and one more thing," I said turning to him.

"WHAT?!" he asked, raising his head to look at me.

"You are an asshole," I said, slamming the front door behind me.

(End of flashback)

Where Ironhide is

"Ratchet to Ironhide," Ironhide's Comm. Link beeped.

"Ironhide here," he said.

"How are you getting along with Miss. Jones?"

"Oh, we are getting along perfectly," Ironhide said, sarcastically as he drove to her house.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"I was being sarcastic."

"Alright, what's wrong now?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that she tried to break inside me ,or that she was touching my private parts."

"She was what…. ? " Ratchet said, shocked, he wasn't sure if he heard right.

"Do you want me to repeat the first part of the sentence or the last?" Ironhide asked.

"The last part."

"I said she was touching my private parts."

There was silence on the other end of Comm. Link for a few seconds before Ratchet finally said: "Care to explain?"

"She was washing me and as she did that she….." Ironhide started, but Ratchet cut him off.

"Never mind, I don't want to know," he quickly said. "Did she knew about it?"

"No."

"You didn't expose yourself when that happened, did you?"

"No, I immediately activated my holoform and pulled her back."

"I see, well if it's any consolation at least now you're clean," Ratchet said, trying not to laugh.

"I'm glad my pain amuses you," Ironhide mumbled ,under his breath.

"Oh, take it like a mech."

"Yeah, yeah. Ironhide out."

00000

I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when my telephone rang.

"Hello," I said, answering the phone.

"Sandra, it's me Bobby."

"Hey, Bobby how are you?"

"I'm good, listen I checked Ian and he doesn't exist."

"What do you mean he don't exist?"

"There are no records of him."

"Maybe, because he is in the army."

"You're not listening. There are no records of him: at the police, army, court anywhere," Bobby said."It's like he was never been born. You have to get out of the house immediately."

I heard the door open and I turned around; my heart sank when I saw Ian standing there.

"Hey, I just want to apologize for my behavior" Ian started.

I nodded. "It's alright, " I said, trying to sound calm.

"Sandra, who is that?" Bobby asked me.

"Ian," I whispered, into the phone.

"Get out of the house now; I will call the police," he said, hanging up.

"Is everything alright?" Ian asked.

"Yep," I said, as I looked around searching for the paper spray; finally I saw it standing on the kitchen counter ,six feet from me.

"You sure?"

"Mhm" I said, as I slowly walked toward the kitchen counter. Almost there I thought to myself. I was maybe a few inches away from the spray when Ian said:

"You're hiding something, I can sense it," he said, as he began to approach me. I threw myself on the kitchen counter and grabbed the spray; I quickly turned around and sprayed him right in the eyes. Ian turned away from me and covered his face with his hands; he started yelling something in a foreign language.

"ARGH… SON OF A GLITCH!" he yelled, in pain."MY OPTICS! I CAN'T SEE...WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?"

I quickly grabbed a frying pan and hit him in the head; he folded, fell down and disappeared. "Where is he?" I whispered, as I searched for him on the floor but he wasn't there. He just disappeared. As I continued to search for him my eyes went towards the door; they were wide open. I ran to the door and locked them. Then I took a couple of steps back. Soon the door handle began to giggle and my heart began to pound in my chest; he is back. I could hear Ian shouting from the other side of the door; he was pissed.

"OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I'LL KICK THEM DOWN!"

I took a few more steps back.

"What should I do?" I silently said to myself, frantically looking around.

"I'M GONNA COUNT TO FIVE SANDRA, AND THEN I'M KICKING THE DOOR DOWN!"

Think Sandra think.

"ONE-"

Then I suddenly remembered that the back doors were open; that's my way out.

"TWO-"

I began slowly to retreat to the back door.

"FIVE!"

Before I was able to react, he kicked the door down and barged in.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" he shouted, "WHY DID YOU ATTACK ME?" he said approaching me.

"Do not come any closer or I'll use this again," I said, showing him the pepper spray.

"If you use that thing on me again, I swear I will tear you apart, " he hissed. "Now give me your weapon."

"No."

"Do not play with my human," he growled.

I knew I had to get to the door at any cost, and I knew that I mustn't turn my back or he will attack me the moment I turn my back at him. So I decided to create a diversion.

"If I give you the pepper spray, do you promise you will not hurt me?"

"Yes."

"Alright," I said, moving slowly toward him. "Over here!" I suddenly began shouting waving a hand over my head, thus creating a diversion. Ian turned his head to see who is it and when he turned back I sprayed him again with the spray.

"WHY YOU LITLLE…!" he yelled in pain. "JUST WAIT TILL I GET MY SERVOS ON YOU!"

I ran past him and out into the street. As I ran down the street looking for a place to hide I turned my head to see if he was following me, but he didn't; I stopped a few feet away from my house to catch my breath. I was still able to see my house and Ian's SUV in the driveway; suddenly the SUV disappeared from the driveway and black Topkick appeared. The same Topkick I saw, when I twisted my ankle.

"But how is that possible?" I muttered in disbelief, watching the Topkick turns on the street and speeding towards me.

I turned around and continue to run, but the black Topkick soon overtook me and blocked my way.

"Going somewhere?" Ian asked with a smirk, getting out of the car. "Come here, " he said, grabbing me by the arm.

"LET GO OF ME!" I shouted, trying to free myself from his grip but to no avail.

"Not so tough without your weapon, HM?" he said, dragging me to his car. He opened the front passenger door and pushed me inside and then he climbed in the driver's side.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"On a little road trip," was all that he said.