"We gotta stop and get my bag." She urges, "Whatever floats your boat." I snort as Bumblebee comes to a stop by said bag. The girl hops out and quickly grabs her stuff before hopping back in and into the backseat. "So where do you fit in, in all of this? Are you some alien hunter or something?" The boy questions. "Wow, where's the courtesy nowadays, did your parents breed that gene out of you kid? And for your information I prefer Cryptic Hunter." I snort leaning back in the seats. The boy scoffs, "Kid? We're the same age, do your parents know where you are little girl, or did they not teach you to be kind to your peers. Wait, don't tell me, did they forget to put that in the gene pool too?" The boy snaps back. I quirk my eyebrow at him. "My parents are dead, what's your excuse?" I rebut, The boy's eyes grow wide at the information. The car settles into a thick silence, "My name is Sam." He finally caves, "I'm Mikaela." The girl pipes in, "I'm Trace." I inform stiffly.

The car ride continues in silence for a while, "This car's a pretty good driver." Mikaela whispers. "I know. Why are you sitting in that seat, there? Maybe you should sit in my lap." Sam mumbles in return. I feel the tension become unstable, I can feel both their eyes on me but I keep my eyes looking out the window. "Why?" She finally questions, "Well, I have the only seat belt here. You know, safety first." Sam answers cleverly. There's a pregnant silence, "Yeah, all right." She agrees gently trying to come over the seats. I shift to make room for her as she makes her way into his lap.

"You all right?" I hear Sam whisper, "Yeah." She whispers back, finally settling in. "Okay, there you go. There, see? That's better." He chuckles, Mikaela lets out a small laugh, "You know, that seat belt thing was a pretty smooth move." She laughs quietly. "Thank you." He chuckles in return, "You know what I don't understand?" Mikaela questions and Sam hums in return. "Why, if he's supposed to be, like, this super-advanced robot, does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro?" She whispers.

My eyes blow wide as the car suddenly shifts, turning diagonal in the middle of the street, "Fuck!" I grunt jerking with the car. "Get out." Bumblebee demands, My eyes widen when the door opens and engine revs urging us out. "Whoah! Whoa! Oh, see? No. Get- no, that doesn't work. See?" Sam panics as both he and Mikaela get out of the car. "Move it, you moron!" A driver screams, The car still doesn't move. "I didn't say shit!" I scoff, "I ain't getting out NBE," I grunt crossing my arms. "Have it— Your way." He responds shutting the door and pulling off.

I gasp when suddenly I'm pressed against the side of the door. "Bumblebee What the fuck!" I screech as he's driving on two side wheels and not all four. "I— Warned you—honey" He responded, "God Fuck you!" I hiss. I yelp when suddenly there's a tingle running through the car and then we're back on four wheels. "What the hell was that?" I question, "Just a—Clean up." He responds with a rev of his engine, one that sounded more clean and powerful. Finally looking around I see the interior has been remodeled into something cleaner and new. "Holy shit, you're sexy." I awe running my hands over the new leather seats, I smirked when I felt the leather heat up but the radio made no comment. Bumblebee comes to a stop in front of a shocking Sam and Mikaela. "Well? Like the new look?" I grin and they hurriedly climb in. 

Bumblebee takes off down the road again, this time faster than before, but he eventually slows then comes to a stop. Stepping out of the car to see we're in front of a monument, but it's seconds later I know why. Meteors fall from the sky and my mouth falls open, "They're coming, aren't they?" I question. "Affirmative." Bumblebee answers. I blindly pull at my bag, too focused on the meteors to pull away. I finally yank out my notebook and open a blank page, scribbling out the date and recording how many falling aliens.

Bumblebee then urges us back into the car, stuffing my book back into my bag. We all scramble to get into the car, from there Bumblebee drives us to an abandoned location. From there trucks and car of all kinds pull into the same space. I hurry out of the car and watch as they all transform into large robots. I'm in awe of the sight. "Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?" The one in front of us asks, the leader it seems. If I had to guess I guess he's the rumored Optimus Prime.

"They know your name." Mikaela whispers, "Yeah?" Sam answers the large robot. "My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron." He answers, my mouth falls open at the information, I yank at my bag for my book. Scribbling the down his words in scratchy letters, "But you can call us Autobots for short." Another pipe in. I scratch that in as well, "Autobots." Sam echos.

"What's crackin', little bitches?" A robot calls out as he jumps, flips then lands on a car like it's the softest cushion. "My first lieutenant." Optimus gestures, "Holy...Shit." I whisper book falling from my hands as I inch closer to the robot. "You gotta be, your—" I whisper breathlessly pointing at the robot and looking back at the two other humans. "Do I know ya' sweetcheeks?" The bot questions. "Your Jazz." I whisper, then I whip around and point to a large green robot, "And your Ratchet." I call, Then I turn to the Iron colored robot, "And you're fucking Ironhide." I laugh crazily.

"Yo this Chick's Crazy." Jazz grunts, "Crazy?" I laugh, "Fuck yeah I'm crazy! I've spent nearly my whole life researching, hunting, and documenting your entire existence. I've been written off as some crazy chick hunting stars and Now! The Fucking Leader, The Mona Lisa of autonomous robotic organisms is right here in front of me." I awe. "No one here is making any sense." Sam sighs, I send the boy a feral grin, "Well I'm under no obligation to make any sense to you." I laugh.

"How did he learn to talk like that?" Sam questions gesturing over to Jazz, "We've learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web." He answers. "But as the girl has explained, that is Designation Jazz and my weapons specialist, Ironhide." Optimus then gestures over to the robots. "You feeling lucky, punk?" The Iron colored bot questions pointing his cannons at us. I can practically feel his shock as I take his cannoned arm in my hands. I twist and turn my entire body to examine him. "Is it multi-purpose? Or can you change it between long range and short range? Do you eject bullets? Missiles? Are you exclusive to one type of ammunition or do you have options?" I ramble. "This Human... She is strange." The Robot finally comments.

"Our medical officer, Ratchet." Optimus continues, I turn to the Green Robot, "Mmm. The boy's pheromone level suggests he wants to mate with that female." He comments over to Sam and Mikaela. "You have Dianostic scanners?" I question over to the bot, "Do they detect the internal system of humans or is it surface base?" I blab. "You are indeed a strange human, your brain waves are particular for a human of your maturity." He mumbles. I pause at his analysis, "Its called Trama, it affects the way my brain processes information and social cues." I grunt. I hear a small muffles chuckle. "Yes we know of internal Trauma." Ratchet gruffs.

"You already know your guardian, Bumblebee." Optimus cuts in, Sam turns and looks over at the yellow robot, "Bumblebee, right?" He calls. "Check out the rep, yep, second to none—" The Radio sings in response as the robot himself bounces and throws air punches, a very cute imitation of a boxer. "So you're my guardian, huh?" The boy continues to question, Bumblebee lets go of a series of electronic squeals. "His vocal processors were damaged in battle." Informed scanning Bumblebee's throat, the Alien lets out a few coughs as a result, "I'm still working on them." The Green robot adds.

"Why are you here?" Mikaela questions, "We are here looking for the All Spark. And we must find it before Megatron." Optimus responds. "Megawhat?" Sam questions, "Megatron." I whisper quietly, I know of him, he's the reason I'm chasing aliens all over the fucking country, "Our planet was once a powerful empire. Peaceful and just. Until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. All who defied them were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet, and the All Spark was lost to the stars." Optimus explains as a hologram suddenly engulfs us.

"Megatron followed it to Earth, where Captain Witwicky found him." Optimus continues, "Oh- My grandfather." Sam whispers, "It was an accident that intertwined our fates." The leader nods. "He accidentally activated his navigation system. The coordinates to the Cube's location on Earth were imprinted on his glasses." Optimus reveals. "I fucking knew it." I laughed in disbelief, "How'd you two know about his glasses?" Sam asks.

"eB-ay." We answer together, "But in my defense when your grandpa went coo coo for cocoa puffs the loony house recorded his rambling trying to decipher his words. He often talked about seeing a map that he needed to solve, they all said it was in his head but in the written notes they said he grew aggressive when his glasses were removed from his face. I had guessed that he was seeing the map through his lens." I explain.

"eBay, was it you who won the bid?" Sam questions in realization, "Wasn't hard, no one gave a shit about your grandpa's glasses." I snort, "Until now at least." I shrug. "If the Decepticons find the All Spark, they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army." Ratchet cuts in, "And the human race will be extinguished. Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival." Optimus adds. "Please tell me that you have those fucking glasses." I hiss.