I did modify some of the events here, but its only a little different.

I don't own Transformers, Men in Black, or any brands referenced. I only own the OC.


Chapter Two: A little like Men in Black

After the police station incident, I sleep in. I only wake up when I hear Sam leave. Aw, man. I'm never gonna get that ride in the Camaro that just stood up. Sam told me all about it on the drive home. I wish he got a picture though.

Once my parents wake up, mom and dad go out on the patio, so I join them out there. Mom, carrying Mojo, and I just kinda watch dad struggle with his path.

"Ouch, I just cut my finger."

"I told you; we should've hired a professional." Mom frowns.

"Besides, mom knows best." I sass with a grin.

Later, we eat dinner without Sam. He calls me.

"Alex, I'm coming to pick you up for a ride." He informs me.

"Great."

"Mikeala'll be there." He says.

"Ooo, I'll finally get to meet your infamous girlfriend." I chirp.

"Hunk-A-Junk is driving us there. He won't let me drive. He talks through the radio, by the way."

"I told you Hunk-A-Junk was a good name." I grin.

I see Hunk-A-Junk pull in the driveway.

"Mom! Sam's taking me for a ride in Hunk-A-Junk!" I shout to her.

"Okay! Tell him to not be out past curfew!" Mom shouts back.

I race out to the car and climb in the backseat. Mikeala turns and meets my gaze.

"You're Sam's little sister, Alex?" She asks.

"That's me." I grin. "You're Mikeala, right?"

"Yep."

As Hunk-A-Junk drives through an underpass, Mikeala says.

"You know what I don't understand, why, if he's supposed to be this like super advanced robot, does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro?" Mikeala asks.

Hunk-A-Junk brakes, forcefully ejects us, and then drives away.

"Great, now… see? Fantastic. Now you just pissed him off. That car is sensitive. I mean, four thousand dollars just drove away."

Hunk-A-Junk scans a brand-new shiny Camaro. As he pulled up, I sass. "And a lot more than four thousand just drove back."

We all get in again and he drives us to an alley. We all get out again. This time, we don't get forcefully ejected, which is good. Several more cars drive up to us.

All of the vehicles near us move, but not forward and backward like cars should. They split apart until the pieces seem to rebuild themselves into tall robots, humanoid in build, with bright glowing blue eyes.

The tallest one kneels down to get eye-level with us.

"Are you Sameul James Witwicky and Alexandra Aria Witwicky, descendants of Archibald Witwicky?"

"Yeah." Sam said breathlessly while I nod, wide-eyed.

"Just call me Alex." I grin.

"They know your names!" Mikeala whispered.

"My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."

"But you can call us autobots for short." A tall yellow one says.

"What's crackin', little bitches?" a silver one says and does a corkscrew flip, landing on a rusted-out car.

"My first lieutenant, designation Jazz." Optimus introduced the silver robot.

"This looks like a cool place to kick it." Jazz said.

"What is it? How'd he learn to talk like that?" Sam asks.

"We've learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web." Optimus says, before gesturing to a big, tall, ebony robot with cannons on both his arms. "My weapons specialist, Ironhide.

"You feeling lucky, punk?" Ironhide growls, spinning his cannons at up.

"Like you could do anything, rust-bucket!" I glare up at him, trying, but probably failing, to look equally intimidating. The autobots chuckle as Ironhide blinks, bewildered.

"Feisty lil' thing." Jazz drawled.

"That one is a fiery one." The tall yellow one said with amusement. I turned to stare him down, but I didn't stare him down. I kinda just blinked at him.

"Our medical officer, Ratchet." Optimus gestures to the robot that called me fiery.

Ratchet sniffs, looks slightly confused, and glanced down at my brother and his girlfriend.

"The boy's pheromone level suggests he wants to mate with the female."

"Don't worry, you didn't interrupt them." I drawl with a smirk.

"Alex! Shut up!" Sam hissed.

Sam and Mikeala can't look at each other. I start cracking up. Sam elbows me in the ribs.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny!"

"Really? I thought it was hysterical!" I choke out between laughs as Optimus wisely decides to redirect the situation.

"You already know your guardian, Bumblebee."

"Check the rep, yep, second to none-" Bumblebee dances.

"So you're my guardian?"

"Uh-" I blink, going red in the face. "Sorry for calling you Hunk-A-Junk."

"Ya called 'Bee a Hunk-o'-Junk?" Jazz asked.

"Its not my fault he scanned a piece of junk!" I snort in an unladylike way.

"His vocal processors were damaged in battle." Ratchet rolls his optics and hits him with a bright red laser beam of some sort. "I'm still working on them."

"Why are you here?" Mikeala asks.

"We are here looking for the AllSpark, and we must find it before Megatron."

"What's a Megatron?" I ask. Optimus activates something and it projects a whole little movie around us.

"Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just. Until we we're betrayed by Megatron, leader of the decepticons. All who defied them were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet, and the AllSpark was lost to the stars. Megatron followed it to Earth, where captain Witwicky found him."

"My great-grandfather." Sam says.

"It was an accident that intertwined our fates." Optimus says. "Megatron crash-landed before he could retrieve the cube. He accidently activated his navigation systems, and the coordinates to the Cube's location on Earth were imprinted on his glasses."

"How'd you know about the glasses?" Sam asked.

"eBay." Optimus says.

"If the decepticons find the AllSpark, they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army." Ratchet says.

"And the human race will be extinguished. Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival." Optimus said.

"Please tell me you have those glasses," Mikeala said.

"Or at least can find them in your bottom-less pit of a room." I roll my eyes. "Things go in it, but not out."

We get back to the house, and kinda have a pow-wow in the alley.

"We need to find the glasses." Optimus says for the one millionth time.

"We noticed!" I huffed. "Told us about a hundred times."

"Alex!" Sam scolds me. "You shouldn't talk back to something that could just step on you!"

"What's he gonna do?" I snip.

"Look here you little-" Ironhide growls.

"You guys need to watch them-" Sam says.

"Mom's probably all freaked out, I'm coming with you." I follow him to the yard.

"Thanks for staying on my path." Dad shouts.

"Sorry dad!" Sam and I apologize.

"We'll sweep the whole thing right now, how about that?" Sam asks.

"We?!"

"You know, I buy half your car, then I bail you out of jail, and then I just decided to do all your chores." Dad says.

"Oh, the chores." Sam responds.

"Oh, that stinks, now you owe dad." I smirk. "I did my chores this morning."

"Life is great, huh?" Dad asks Sam. Sam glances to Optimus who's stood up behind the alley.

"Life's fantastic is how good it is."

I jog over to Optimus and try to keep him away from dad and Sam. After dad goes back in the house, Sam bolts over.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" Sam exclaimed. "Watch the path, watch the path!" He exclaims as Ironhide and Optimus trample the path. Optimus crushes the bird-bath instead.

"Oh, man. Dad's gonna kill us."

"You couldn't wait for five minutes; you couldn't just stay?" He bolts over to Mikeala as Mojo scampers across the yard. Ratchet stand next to me, with my horrified expression as Mojo sniffs the ground, raises his leg, and pees.

On Ironhide's foot.

"Noooo. No way!" I just kinda stare as Sam runs over to save Mojo's skin.

Ratchet laughs, and then comments. "The canine must like you, Ironhide."

The peed-on-bot gives Ratchet a glare that's worthy of

"You have a rodent infestation. Shall I terminate?" Ironhide growls.

"I'm not sure how much Ironhide likes Mojo, though." I smirk.

"Put the guns away!" Sam cries. He takes Mojo in the house. "Alex! Make sure nothing else gets destroyed!"

"What am I gonna do! They could just step on me!" I make Sam eat his own words.

Optimus lifts up Mikeala and puts her in Sam's room. I can hear them debating in there.

"You guys argue like an old married couple." I shout up to the window.

"Shut up, Alex!" Sam shouts back.

"Come down here and make me!" I challenge as Sam berates Optimus a little bit more.

"Autobots, fall back." Optimus says. I have to sprint out of the way to not get trampled.

"Move!" Jazz chides.

"Get away!" Ratchet growls and shoves Ironhide.

"What's the matter with you? Can't you be quiet? He wants us to be quiet." Optimus snaps.

My eyes widened in horror when I realized Ratchet was about to walk into a powerline. That might bring the neighbors- or my parents -outside, if the racket we've made won't.

"Ratchet! Look out!" I shout. He glances at me as he walks right into the powerline.

"Ow!" He trips over a greenhouse and lands flat on his back. Lights go out all down the street.

"Freaking told you." I roll my eyes.

"Wow! That was tingly! You should try that!" Ratchet told Ironhide and me.

"Yeah, that looks fun." Ironhide rolls his optics and walks away as Ratchet groaned.

Ratchet gets to his feet and we both go back over to the house.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm fine." Ratchet assures me. "That was a rather… strange experience."

I make a noise that's a cross between a laugh and a snort when I see Sam still freaking out.

"Sam, do you need help?!" I ask/shout.

"No! Your version of help is snide remarks!" he replies.

"And those can be incredibly helpful!" I smirked.

A bunch of cars drive down our street and stop by our house.

"Uh-oh." I watch as a bunch of guys in black suits get out. It vaguely reminds me of Men in Black. I turn to ask Ratchet something, but none of the autobots are here.

"Oh." I blink. "They're trying not to get caught."

I run back in the house and join my family as one of them take some sort of device over to the lead guy who introduced himself as Agent Simmons.

"I think direct contact. Both kids."

"Kiddos, step forward."

"Just stand?" I ask nervously.

"Like this?" Sam asks.

"Fourteen rads. Bingo. Tag 'em and bag 'em."

They haul us out to their SUVs and put Sam, Mikeala and I in the back.

"So, uh... LadiesMan-. That is your eBay username, right?" Simmons says, looking at something.

"Yeah, but, you know, it was a typo and I ran with it."

"Yeah right." I mumble.

"Well, what do you make of this?" Simmons asks and plays a recording from Sam's phone.

"My name is Sam Witwicky, okay? And my, uh, car-"

"Is that you?" He asks.

"Yeah, that sounds like LadiesMan." I say in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. Enlighten me." Simmons glares at us."

"Well, here's what I said, okay? 'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen."

"Really?"

"From me, from my home, but it's fine now because it's back! It came back!" Sam explained.

"Well, not by itself." Mikeala says dryly.

"Well, no." Sam shrugs

"Because cars don't do that because that would be crazy." Mikeala explains, and laughs nervously, prompting Sam and Simmons to laugh too. I just make a nervous smile.

"So, what do you kids know about aliens, huh?" Simmons says abruptly

"Oh, you mean, like a Martian? Like what, E.T.?" Sam asks.

"Like Men in Black?" I ask.

"It's an urban legend." Mikeala says.

"Yeah."

"You see this? This is my I-can-do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it badge." Simmons holds up a badge.

"Right." Sam gulps.

"I'm gonna lock you up forever."

"Don't listen to him. He's just pissy 'cause he's got to get back to guarding the mall." Mikeala says

"You, in the training bra, do not test me. Especially with your daddy's parole coming up." Simmons glares at her.

"What? Parole?" Sam gasps.

"It's nothing." Mikeala says defensively.

"Oh, grand theft auto, that ain't nothing?" Simmons comments like he's talking about the weather.

"You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they- they weren't always his." Mikeala explains.

"You stole cars?"

"Well, we couldn't always afford a babysitter, so sometimes he had to take me along." Mikeala admitted.

"She's got her own juvie record to prove it! She's a criminal. Criminals are hot! Well, that'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail the rest of his natural life. It is time to talk!" He says.

"Look out!" I scream, pointing at Optimus in front of us. Simmons and the rest of the agents scream. Optimus picks up the car, with us in it, ripping off the roof and then setting it down.

"You a-holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend, Optimus Prime." Sam gestured to the Autobot.

"Taking the children was a bad move." Optimus growled. He looks terrifying, and I'm not even the one he's trying to scare! "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."

The other autobots run up, weapons blazing from the bridge. Jazz magnetizes all the handguns from the Agents to his hand. They all start shouting, but I giggle when Ironhide shoved Ratchet, remembering how Ratchet pushed him earlier. Optimus kneels down to get eye level with Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

"Hi there." Simmons waves.

"You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?"

"There are S7 protocols, okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can communicate with you."

"Get out of the car!" Optimus orders.

"Oh- okay."

"NOW!" Optimus raises his voice and everyone flinches.

We all hop out of the car. Mikeala takes off Sam's cuffs. I didn't have cuffs on, thank goodness.

I just kinda stand there with an expression of "Okay? What'll I do now?", and then I scamper over to Ratchet. I kinda just stand by his feet. I think he knows that I'm way outta my comfort zone here, because he shifts the slightest bit closer to me, glancing down at me with an encouraging expression.

"What is Sector Seven?" Sam asks Simmons. "Answer me."

"I'm the one who asks the questions here, not you young man."

Bumblebee starts- well, per my lack of better words- peeing antifreeze or something on Simmons.

"AYE AYE AYE!" He screams.

"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man!" Optimus yelled.

He makes a few bashful squeals- at least he has the decency to look ashamed- while Simmons shouts. "Tell that thing to stop, eh?"

"He's not a thing." I quip. Sam and Mikeala cuff all the agents together to a pole and Mikeala makes Simmons take off all his clothes but his underwear. I (wisely) stick by Ratchet. I don't want any part of that. They come back over by us. I glance over my shoulder to see more Sector Seven agents in helicopters and SUVs coming our way.

"There's more of them!" I screech.

"Optimus, incoming!" Ironhide shouted, making a shockwave with his cannon.

Optimus lets Sam, Mikeal and I onto his hand, then orders: "Autobots, roll out."

He puts us on his shoulder as he runs from the helicopter. He runs down a street, not stepping on any cars and then ducking in an alley, then to a bridge right behind the buildings. He hides under it.

"Easy, you three." Optimus says quietly.

"There's Bee!" I point.

A Helicopter stops right below us.

"I'm slipping!" Mikeala cries as our grips all fail and we fall, screaming in terror. Bee yanks us out of the air. He sets us down, unharmed but a little shaky. Helicopters come of the dark sky, propellers stirring up the air.

"STOP! NOO!" Sam screams as the helicopter launch harpoons that wrap around Bee's limbs. They trip him.

"HEEEELLLPPPP!" I scream, flailing my arms, on the verge of a mental breakdown.

As at the agents pull up, Ratchet comes outta frigging nowhere and stands in front of us threateningly. I ain't complaining.

"If you are going to hurt them, you are going to have to go through me to do it." He threatens coldly as Sector Seven agents pull out guns. A helicopter takes a shot at him. It's not a harpoon. It's some sort of electrical discharge, and it hits the back of his neck, and it takes him down. I don't think it would've done anything if it hit anywhere else, but since it hit his neck, the electrical discharge sent him to the ground. The autobot groaned and curled up into a ball, optics drifting closed.

"GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" The agents shout. I run to Ratchet, but a pair of arms grab me by my shoulders, effectively stopping me.

"LET GO!" I scream and flail.

"Come on, kid." He says gruffly, trying to drag me away. I bit him and tried not to think too hard about what I did.

"YE-OUCH!" The man screams.

I tear myself from his arms. Sam had the same idea and bolted to Bee, expect, minus the biting part.

I place a hand on the side of Ratchet's face. His alarmingly dim optics blink open.

"I'll be ok, Alex." Ratchet said quietly before his optics drifted close again. "I promise."

"You better keep that promise-" I'm cut off from saying anymore once I get completely quarter-back-tackled by one of the agents. "Oof!"

"You've caused enough trouble" He hauls me away from the scene, deaf to my cries.

"Stop! Help! Leave me alone! Don't touch my- my- my- my family!" I screech at such high pitches that I didn't even know my voice could go. "Nooooo!"

"Shut up." He grunted as he pushed me beside my brother. Simmons is standing there, still in his underwear. He had a bulletproof vest on.

"Put them in the back with their little criminal friend. And make sure you cuff the little spitfire this time." He glared at us, then shouted at the agents. "I want those things frozen and ready for transport."

"NO! You'll hurt them!" I cry out as an agent puts me and Sam in a car and slams the door. I curl up in my seat, exhausted. I hardly notice when I drift to sleep.