"Dad, no, I'm not getting a Porsche," The white haired, 28 year old girl groaned as she passed the dealership, her father on the phone.

         'I know, but I don't want you getting one of those fixer-uppers you're obsessed with!' His voice scolded, the sound deep, but still slightly playful.

         "No promises, you know I like a challenge!" She giggled, turning as she found a used car lot, the different models just screaming to be restored.

         'Alright, send me a picture once you get it! See you soon Lidia.' Her father hung up, and the girl opened the door to the rusty pickup truck she had borrowed from a "friend".

     Lidia had arrived just as some kid with his new crap Camaro had left, so she had the run of the place, ignoring the black man's rants and ravings about how the car chooses it's driver. All she cared about was getting a car she can spend her unwanted money on, something she can fix up to match her elaborate but simple living style. Something she can live two lives in.

         "How about... that one?"

         "That one? Well... let me tell you, there's a reason we keep it all the way back here, let me tell you! The engine won't start and, don't tell Mammy, but the radio is on the fritz! She'll think it's possessed!" He laughed at his own joke, to which Lidia only smirked.

         "I'll take it! 10 thousand."

The offer was so blunt, the dealer quickly shook hands on it, and even asked if Lidia wanted a tow-truck to bring her new car to her house, of which she quickly said 'no'.

         "I'll get a friend to come by and get it," She waved him off, "They, I guess you could say, owe me a favor." She left with a smirk.

     The car was delivered within a few hours, only to be picked up by another truck, and delivered to another fairly large house, the paint brown, with dark green colors swirling around in pretty patterns, a lovely garden out front, and a hidden backyard, the tall dark wood fencing matching the large oak just inside. The only thing visible, beside this giant of a tree, was the top of a clear greenhouse, though the roof was a dark green, and completely opique. Lidia found her way through this house. Up from the basement, down the hall and two rights later, she was at the door, opening the heavy wooden thing with no window. She was delighted to see her old, rusted and banged up new Morris Marina, the original paint job silver, though quite a lot had been chipped off.

         "Alrighty my dear, let's start with your engine shall we?"

Since her driveway was much larger than she needed, Lidia had no need to move the car anywhere. Town was a simple walk away, but far enough to be almost secluded, but not quite. Lidia calls it a 'comfortable distance'.

Opening the hood of the vehicle, she found several parts missing, or salvaged, most likely stolen, and many more needing of repair or simply to be replaced.

         "You poor thing... you look like you've been experimented on..." She started to push on a part, and the radio started up in static. It stopped when she did.

         "Odd... Well, I have the right tools for what needs fixing... I'll need to call that Mandarin for parts... Shoot, I still need to make that brew for the Russian, and I need to poison the ice for the Mexican... Nah, his motive's not good enough, I'll stick with the Russian."

     Lidia disappeared back into her house, coming back soon after with her long hair in a pony-tail, splattered cover-alls and a tool box, two phones in her back pockets. She started to clean what she could, and removing what wasn't needed or broken beyond repair, the radio going to static from time to time.

         "I'll have to check a website if the radios on this type of car are usually so eccentric..."

     The sun was far below it's peak when Lidia was done with what she could do on the engine, but she was still wide awake, and working by lamp light as she started on the inside, simply wondering what it would look like clean. She started on the seats, finding them a nice grey leather, matching the paint job. Seating herself in the Driver's seat, Lidia wiped off the dash, admiring the interior.

         "Don't worry, you'll be back on the road in no-time at all."

Looking to the steering wheel, she wiped off the dirt and grime that had accumulated there, finding an interesting design. The structure was over-all square, though it pointed at the bottom and had four points at the top, the design resembling a face of some sort. Lidia found herself overly excited as she placed a thumb over it.

         "I think you're a special one, perhaps the car, and the driver, must meet in the middle." She mused at this thought.

     The next day, Lidia jogged to town, finding the parts she had called for at the Post Office already. Quickly running back home with her claimed "groceries", the white haired girl changed from her jogging gear to her over-alls once again, instantly starting in on her little project. She needed several pieces, most of which could not be found easily, but her contact knew his way around the system, just as she knew her way around a car engine, as well as her own profession.

         "It's hard, being a consulting criminal," She spoke to the car, "You're always being looked for, be it as help or as the most wanted, but I make it work. I'm known for my exotic poisons. I grow several plants in my greenhouse, some not even in season or simply not able to naturaly grow here, but my green thumb has been, pardon the pun, rather fruitful." She laughed, tightening a bolt as she leaned into the deep pits of the engine, "In the criminal world I call myself Moriarty, though I'm also known as Poison Ivy. The names have been a good goose chase for many, since they can't figure out if I'm a guy or a girl, many claim to be the Sherlock to my little game, but all come up short, well, actually they all come up dead." She giggled, moving on to another part she needed to install, "In truth, I'm no master mind, not like those legends, but I try my best. You're going to help me with my cover, by day you can be the Morris Marina you are, by night a Mustang replica, you do resemble one, though you're a bit shorter..." Stepping back, Lidia took another look at the length of her vehicle, and indeed, it was just a tad shorter than a Mustang, "Maybe not." She shrugged, and went back to work.

     It was well into the night when she was finished with the engine, the last piece set in, the engine spotless of any grime, fueled, and ready to be tested. She slid into the driver's seat for only the second time, and started up the car. At first it was only a few splutters and the clicking of the key, but the third go around, it started, and she was soon driving around the property. During this adventure she found the tires to be slightly flat, and a headlight needing repair as well. Cursing her luck for not thinking of that sooner, she went into the house, and started on a brew for a new client, cutting up Rhubarb leaf to start the process. She never seemed to sleep.

Around 7:00 O'clock the next morning, Lidia check the tires for holes, and thankfully found none, so she only needed to air them up.

         "The headlight is a different story..." She thought out loud, a finger to her lip in thought, "Well, I'll worry about that when I'm done with your interior. I'm not riding around town with a patched up seat."

     It would be another weak until the inside had been refurbished, which only left the rusted exterior, and headlight. Lidia knew just who to call.

         "It's Moriarty." Was her greeting, the phone rigged with a voice changer, "It's time to pay your favor, but I'll be sending someone to do this job for me."

         'Then what's the favor if yer sending someone?' The voice was male, and high pitched

         "I need your garage is all, and the tools needed to repaint a car ready to go."

         'Aw, heck, I could do that fer ya in a jiffy!'

         "How kind of you, but as you know, very few can be trusted these days."

Her demands were met three days later, and Lidia entered a completely silent auto body shop.

     Her paint choice? Midnight blue with white pin striping on the sides, a small detail, but sleek none-the-less. The time of her painting was met with no opposition, and no disturbances. She slept in the garage, and ate what she had brought, though there was food stocked for her in the fridge of the office.

         "Fools. I know a trap when I see one." She said while popping a grape into her mouth, the taste sweet, and a stark comparison to the smell and slight taste of paint.

When her alotted time was done, the car was gone, and already on the road, being shown off as the blue shimmered. Many wanted a peak inside, and found the polished symbol to be most peculiar. Most peculiar indeed.

         "What the..." Lidia woke up to a loud rumble, finding the water by her bed rippling. This was one of the few times she slept.

Her interest peaked, she grabbed the Glock from under her pillow, the safety off as she moved toward her back door, where the rumble had emanated from. Slowly opening the door, Lidia found the sun to be just coming up, purple and pink peaking over the trees, but this was not what her attention had been focused on. To her right, the wood fencing had been crushed, and broken beyond repair, the oak tree to her left was swaying, but no wind was blowing.

         "Who ever is in the tree, get out, or I shoot."

Her threat was met with silence.

Turning on the porch light, Lidia saw a gleam of Blue behind the tree... midnight blue.

         "Trust me, you don't want to see me angry."

         "Nor you me."

A shiver went up her spine upon hearing the low, gruff voice, and Lidia delighted in it.

         "Show yourself, and we just might get along."

         "Oh, I don't think so." He chuckled.

         "Try me."

Lidia felt the dread build up as she was humored, the 20 foot robot coming up from it's crouch behind the tree.

         "As you wish, dear Moriarty." He mocked her name, "How well do you think we can get along now?"

Lidia was silent for a long time, the Glock on the ground from dropping it in her shock. She only came back to her senses when the titan shuffled his giant metal foot.

         "What... who are you?" She asked, shakily.

         "I am what you beings call, an alien." The robot mocked her culture, "I am from a planet, now dead, from a war between two rivaling factions, of which I belong to one, the Decepticons."

Silence fell on the two, and Lidia came up with her next question.

         "Why are you here?"

         "Why should I tell a fleshy such as you?" He sneered.

         "I just might be able to help you." Gaining her confidence, Lidia shifted, crossing her arms as she leaned on her right foot, "By your attitude, and hateful thoughts of my kind, I bet your faction is seen as the villain."

         "Indeed. You live up to your name." He cocked his giant head, a slight smirk on his metal face.

         "I try my best," She returned the expression with a smirk of her own, "What's your name?"

         "Roadbreak." He answered.

         "Nice to meet you. So, you interested in the help of a human?"

The giant thought for a moment.

         "How can a tiny thing like you help me? A titan among you lower beings."

         "I doubt you have contacts outside of your own faction, and I have contacts in the illegal part as well as the legal part of this world. I know for a fact you'll have human opposition, and I have more than just a solution, I have a cure to this little problem you will encounter."

The metal alien, Roadbreak, stared at this oddly confident human femme before him. He saw her hobby of making poisons, he heard of her career as Moriarty while she was talking before, though he knows no other name. He wondered if this white haired girl could be useful, and so far, all signs pointed to 'yes'.

         "Alright, but, I know you will want something in return." Roadbreak bent to one knee, his face coming close to the tiny being in front of him.

         "I told you we would get along," She smiled, "It's simple, I spent the money to fix you, and I will help you further, but only if you act as my car."

         "Is that all?" Roadbreak sounded almost surprised.

         "Well, I could ask for a bunch of alien tech, but I'm afraid my father is the one who would be interested in that, being the CEO of a military technology program... That and it's no fun if the good guys get the benefit and the villain is left with nothing."

Lidia reveled in the fact that her own father had no clue she was the infamous Moriarty.

         "I believe that to be a reasonable bargain."

And so, their adventures began.

(If more is wanted, I can gladly supply! Though they will most likely be short adventures. Thanks for reading!)