*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

An eerie pain in my head managed to remove me from my slumber. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes. I looked over to see that Gracie was fast asleep on the floor and in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. How she got there and in that position, I'm not sure. I laughed at the sight and walked downstairs to see if I could find some Advil or something for this damn headache.

Sighing, I walked into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. I took out the bottle of Aleve that was sitting on the top shelf and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. After I gulped down the two pills, I put the bottle of Aleve back in the medicine cabinet and made my way back out to the kitchen to see if I could find something to eat.

After rummaging through every single cabinet, and the fridge for about twenty minutes, I gave up. Walking back up to my room, I put on a pair of light skinny jeans and a white tank top along with my black combat boots and jean jacket. I put my hair up in a messy bun, grabbed my wallet and my debit card and ran back down the stairs.

"Guess it's up to me to be the damn adult in this house again," I seethed as I grabbed my dad's truck keys off of the key hook by the door and headed outside.

The air was relatively warm considering it was only about ten in the morning. I climbed into driver's side of my dad's truck and started it. I put the truck in gear and pulled out of my driveway and drove to the nearest market.

After driving for another twenty minutes, I finally pulled into Walmart's parking lot. I looked for a parking spot for about three minutes, until I finally found one near the produce section. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I got out of the truck and headed for the store. I walked through the slow opening automatic doors and grabbed a shopping cart. As I was walking throughout the store, I heard endless chatter about one of the alien robots from the Chicago war being found and killed by some shipping docks. I shook my head. People still weren't over these damn aliens. I was just thankful that I would never have to deal with something like that.

I continued making my way through the store not bothering to pay any attention to the irrelevant chatter that surrounded me. I was hungry, grumpy, and not in the mood to deal with petty shit. I made my way through several aisles, picking out different things that were needed at home, such as cereal, lunch meat, bread, and all that kind of stuff.

By the time I had finished shopping and paying for everything, it was almost twelve o'clock. I put the groceries in the back of the truck and made my way back home. As I pulled into the driveway, Gracie came running out of the house. I parked in front of the house and got out to unload all of the groceries. I pulled the back door open as Gracie ran to my side.

"Where'd you go?" she asked me.

I looked at her dumbly and gestured towards the mountain of groceries in the back seat of the truck. She blushed, embarrassed, and looked away.

"Oh," she said. I just rolled my eyes at her.

"Dumbass. Help me carry these in though," I told her and she grabbed a handful of bags and ran into the house with me following behind her.

"So, where do these go?" she asked me as we walked into the kitchen.

I instructed her on where everything went, and when we had finished putting away everything, I decided to make myself a sandwich.

"Oh, so you can't make your best friend and guest a sandwich? I see how it is. I'll remember that," she said as I was about to take a bite out of my sandwich.

I glared at her.

"Dude, I drove twenty minutes just to get this shit, so make your own damn sandwich or so help me God I will shove a banana so far down your throat you'll be coughing up potassium for days," I said smiling evilly at her.

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Someone's grumpy this morning," she mumbled.

I chuckled.

"Precisely," I responded, taking a bite out of my sandwich.

Gracie groaned and got up to make herself one. I snickered at her.

"So, I take it that Jason nor my dad isn't up yet?" I asked her while taking another bite out of my sandwich.

"No, Jason isn't. I don't know about your dad though because I walked by his room and I glanced in and he wasn't in bed," she answered while spreading mustard onto the bread.

"Ah, well okay then," I responded.

Jason not being up doesn't necessarily surprise me, but normally my dad would still be asleep instead of doing whatever it is that he's doing. I just shrugged it off. He was most likely in his lab, so I wasn't really that much worried about it.

Gracie and I sat in silence for about twenty minutes while we ate our sandwiches. The silence was rudely interrupted though as Jason came running down the stairs yelling for our dad. After getting no answer from him, he looked at me and Gracie.

"Rose, where's dad at?" he asked out of breath.

I looked at him before answering.

"I'm not sure. Probably where he is any other day. Why? What's wrong with you and why are you breathing all weird like?" I asked him with a raised brow.

He ran up to me and got in my face. A little too close for comfort might I add.

"Dude, I finally got a freaking job!" he exclaimed. My eyes widened.

"Really? I'm so happy for you! Where are you wor-" I was cut off by a finger being pressed to my lips.

I gave Jason a dirty look. He blinked at me before grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the door.

"Dude, what the hell?" I yelled as he dragged me across the yard with Gracie behind me.

He stopped and turned to look at me.

"There's no time, I have to talk to dad about this. He's gonna be so proud of me. DAD!" he called as our father came running out of the garage.

He was sweaty and covered with dirt and oil. I grimaced at him as he came running up to us.

"Guys, I've been working on the truck. This is absolutely crazy! Come inside. Lock the door," he said as he ran back through the garage doors.

"Lock? It doesn't lock. It's a garage. What the hell. ." I groaned as I pulled Gracie through the doors with me.

We ran in to see my dad on the rails by the truck.

"Dad. .what is going on?" I asked him as I slowly walked toward him and the truck.

He looked at me with a crazed expression. I was really beginning to worry about his sanity.

"You see that?" he asked pointing to the huge hole in the radiator.

It was a giant hole. How could you not see it? We nodded.

"What does it have to do with anything?" Jason asked him.

Dad looked at him and then continued running around the truck.

"It's not normal steel. Something blew through the radiator. Oh, and this took some time but I figured it out, but listen to what happens when I hook the cables up to a working battery," he explained while grabbing cables from the truck and snapping them onto the battery.

The truck began twitching and the lights inside and out began flickering. There was a sudden wave of static and then a deep baritone voice rang through the air.

"Calling all--calling all Autobots. ." the voice spoke.

I stared at the truck in horror. I glanced over to see Gracie staring at the truck with wide eyes, and Jason looked like he was about to shit his pants. Dad unhooked the cables and turned back to face us.

"I don't think it's a truck at all. I think we just found a transformer," he stated.

My eyes widened. I pushed Gracie and Jason out of the way so I could get out the door. Moments later, Jason and Gracie joined me outside of the garage, both sharing the same frightened expression. I paced around in front of the door, holding my forehead in my hands. A transformer? There's no possible way. Seconds later, my dad ran out of the garage. I looked at him and threw my hands up in the air.

"Dad! What are you thinking? You need to get that thing out of here and fast. It's a freaking death machine!" I told him.

Jason stepped forward, fear covering his features.

"There's a number you can call, okay? It's like an eight hundred number and you're supposed to get like a reward or something for turning it in. Like, reward as in money. Like, money as in A LOT," Jason babbled.

I pushed him away and looked at my dad.

"Dad, we have to call the number! The reward could pay for my college, and Lynleigh's and whatever this idjit needs it for," I said pointing to Jason.

He gave me a look before he turned back to dad.

"Come on, Dad! We gotta call!" he exclaimed.

Dad sighed in defeat and looked at us.

"Okay, we'll call, but first you gotta let me see if I'm right, okay? If this is an actual transformer from the Battle of Chicago, I could see how it works and maybe use that on some of my own stuff. Is that fair enough?" he asked and we nodded.

"Look, if you three wanna go hide in the house, be my guest, okay?" he said.

I nodded and whispered an okay before running to the house with Gracie.

"Your dad found a freaking transformer, Rosalie! He found a freaking alien killing machine! Oh my gosh. We're gonna die. .we're all gonna die." she said while pacing around the living room.

I put my hands on her shoulders to calm her down.

"Listen, we're gonna be okay. We're not gonna di--," I was cut off by a loud whistling sound.

I looked out the window to see what looked like a large missile flying through the air and toward the house. My eyes widened and I cursed.

"Shit," I yelled as I dragged Gracie upstairs with me to the bathroom.

We screamed and covered our ears as we heard the missile move throughout the house. After a few moments it became eerily quiet. I got up and walked back down the stairs, Gracie following closely behind me. I looked around the house and my eyes stopped in the family room where the missile lay, still sparking and fidgeting. Gracie followed to where I was looking and her eyes widened. I ran out the door and towards the garage calling for my dad.

"DAD! There's a freaking missile in the family room!" I yelled running into the garage only to be stopped by the sight of a 30 foot tall robot waving a gun around in my dad's and Jason's direction while grunting and trying not to trip over pieces of fallen debris.

I squealed and tried to run away only to run into Gracie. She stared at the robot in horror while holding onto my shoulders.

"Oh my gosh," I said as I stared at the robotic creature.

My dad was slowly approaching it with his hands up.

"NO! Don't shoot, don't shoot! It's okay! We're not gonna hurt you!" my dad yelled up at the robot.

The robot slowly looked back towards my dad and Jason.

"Easy, human," he spoke, his gun still cocked in the air.

My dad still had his hands up while approaching him.

"My name is Joseph Stalin. You're in my home. You're safe. We won't hurt you," he told the robot.

He looked cautiously at us before putting down his gun and crouching to my father's level.

"Joseph Stalin, I owe you my life. My name is Optimus Prime. My--my Autobots. .they're in trouble. I need to get to them," he said to my dad in a rather panicked tone.

I stepped away from Gracie, who was still wide-eyed and scared, and slowly walked towards Optimus.

"You were hurt pretty bad. What happened to you?" my dad asked him.

Optimus looked down and then back at my dad.

"It was a trap, set by humans. I escaped and then took this form," he explained to us.

I looked up at Optimus who then looked down at me.

"Why would humans try to hurt you? You're on our side," I asked.

He rubbed his nose plate and then looked back at me.

"They were not so much. I have to get to my Autobots. They can--" he stopped, interrupted by loud cough. "They can fix me," he finished just as a piece of his head plate fell off and onto the ground. "I have to go, I have to go now," he went on.

My dad moved forward to pick up the piece from Optimus' headplate.

"How do you expect to get to them in the condition that you're in? You won't make it that far," my dad stated. Optimus looked at my dad. "What if I can fix you?" my dad asked him holding out his headplate.

Optimus gave a slight nod in approval.

"Thank you, Joseph Stalin," he told my dad as he took the headplate from his hands.

My dad gave a curt nod and turned back to me, Jason, and Gracie.

"Look, I need you to call Jordan and explain everything to him. I'm gonna need you to give him this list of things I need so I can repair Optimus, but you have to tell him not to tell anyone about it. Not a soul," my dad told Jason as he was writing down a list of stuff for Jo to pick up.

He gave the list to Jason and Jason nodded, running off to go call Jordan. He looked at me and Gracie.

"You two, I don't particularly need you to do anything but just stay safe. Oh, and I need you to get rid of the missile in the family room. Just be extremely careful," he told me and Gracie.

I looked at him wide eyed.

"How do you expect me to do that? I'm a 130 pound girl. I can't lift a freaking 500 pound alien missile. Even so, we'd probably blow ourselves to smithereens! You know how clumsy I am, dad," I told him as he chuckled at me.

"It's not even that heavy. How do you think it got inside the house in the first place?" he asked with a raised brow.

I blinked.

"OH. Well, whatever. We'll get rid of your damn missile," I mumbled to myself as Jason ran back through the doors.

"I called Jordan and he told me he'd be here in half an hour with everything you need," he told my dad.

My dad nodded and turned back to Optimus who was kneeled down on the floor watching us. I groaned and looked at Jason.

"Hey, you with the bad haircut. You're coming with us," I told him as I dragged him and Gracie out the doors of the garage.

He struggled in my grasp.

"Where are we going?" he asked me.

I sighed and continued walking towards the house.

"To dispose of the damn missile in the family room. ." I explained as we walked through the doors.

"Oh," Jason said while staring at the three foot missile beside the couch.

I patted him on the shoulder.

"Yep," was all I could say as I stared at the giant piece of metal in the floor.

It seems as if things have definitely taken a turn for the worse. .

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