The Autobots transform into there car forms so we can go find the glasses. I decide to go with Jazz while Sam and Michaela go with Bumblebee.
I tap on Jazz's door and he opens it.

"In ye get sho'ry." I quickly climb into his car form as he wraps the seatbelt around me driving after the others. I lean my head against his window feeling a slight headache forming. "Is somethin' wrong?" Jazz asks and I shrug wrapping my arms around myself.

"Just a lot to take in. And I have a headache," I whisper the last part as my head pounds. Jazz hums in understanding but doesn't say anything, which I'm happy for because any noise makes it worse.

"I'll ask Prime if I can hang back." Jazz mutters quietly so my headache doesn't get any worse.

:: Prime can I hang back with Snow her processor is hurting :: Jazz says and I hear Ratchet mutter something via the radio.

:: Yes Jazz but remain nearby.

:: Jazz mutters his agreement and pulls down a side street near Sam's house. Jazz turns on his AC and the cold helps my head.

"Thanks Jazz." I say quietly closing my eyes as the pain intensifies. I groan and cover my eyes, rubbing them lightly. The pain doesn't go away. It keeps getting worse and worse, until I pass out.

I wake up to being on a bed, and not just any bed. Sam's bed. "Why the hell . . ." I look out the window to see Optimus' face and yelp, jumping a bit. I hear rustling behind me and see Sam and Michaela rummaging through everything.

"Oh good, you're awake! Help us look for my glasses." I scratch my head, realizing my eyes no longer hurt and look in Sam's mirror. Nothing changed.

"Huh." I look around the room by the bed. I get to one area and Sam comes over and starts acting shitty.

"Yeah, no, no, no. Not there. That's my... That's my private..." I had taken a box out of a cupboard area and opened it, and he's putting everything back. Wow. "Sorry. That's nothing."

I had really had enough, and my headache was coming back. So I snap. "You just -You just told me to look!"

"I know but I didn't mean to look inside of my treasure chest." He puts it back in and stands up, going to another part of the room to look.

"You should be way more specific so I don't get in trouble in your room!!" I yell at him. "I'm already stressed out enough, and I have a headache on top of that! So be more precise, or I'm cutting your dick off!!"

There was absolute silence for 30 seconds, which, is not normal right now.

The three of us look out the window at the others and Sam groans. "No. No, no. No, no, no. This isn't hiding. This isn't hiding. This is my backyard, not a truck stop. Oh, God. Oh!"

I facepalm, absolutely just, just done. I've had enough. I think a bit while Sam talks to Optimus, then ask Sam, "Where is your backpack?"

"I don't know. It's gone!"

"Have you searched everywhere? Every crease and crevice?" He nods and I slap the back of his head.

"Lier! Look downstairs! See if it's there!!" I shake my head and let Sam by as he goes downstairs in search of his backpack.

I pinch my nose bridge and rub it then look at Optimus and say, "I need you to be quiet for five minutes. Ten minutes. Okay? Please, I'm begging you. You're making a racket. None of us can concentrate. You want us to look and we're hearing..."

Some of the Autobots snicker a little, including Jazz. I smile a little. "Calm down, calm down," Optimus says while holding up his hand then he leans against the house a bit.

"You got to do something here. You got to do something here," I plead, my hands together as if I'm praying.

"Autobots, fall back." Optimus ushers the others away and I look at Jazz.
"Thank you. Please, for five minutes?" Jazz chuckles a bit.

"Sho' thing, Snow."

He joins the others and I see Ratchet walk into powerlines, because he wasn't paying attention. The house shakes and I my footing stumbles. The lights flicker on and off and Michaela and I hold onto each other.

"Okay, as much as I like them, they need to get their shit straight."
She shakes her head in agreement.

"Yeah."

Sam runs back upstairs and has his backpack and he locks the door. I get a bit of a bad feeling when he does that but I let it slip by. "Alright okay." He takes out the bag that has the glasses in them and takes out the glasses, holding them up and letting the lights in the room shine through them.

"Sam?"

"Sammy?"

I look at Sam and whisper, "Your parents!"

"What the hell is that?" One of them ask the other.

"I don't know. Sam? That's weird."

"Sam!" Michaela whisper yells at him, trying to get him to focus.

"Ratchet, point the light," Optimus tells him. I quickly yet quietly go to the window and make a "cut-it-out" motion with my hand while mouthing that to them.

I say to them with my voice, "What's with the light? You gotta stop the light!" Sam walks over and looks at us quickly.

"What's going on? Turn it off." He looks at Optimus and motions to Ratchet with his hand.

"You gotta tell him to shut it off. "Shut it off," Optimus says to Ratchet, looking at him first.

"Sam, are you in there?"

"How come the door's locked? You know the rules. No doors locked in my house!" His dad says.

I grab Sam by his shirt collar and say in a low tone, very close to his face, "You had effing take care of your parents and do something about them."

"You know he'll start counting." Michaela, Sam and me look at the locked door then at Sam.

"One more chance. Five..." his father starts to count.

"Oh, dear," his mom exclaims.

"Four. It's coming off the hinges, pal."
"He's counting!"

"Sam, just open the door," Michaela exclaims. Sam tells us to hide and we do, the best we can.

"Three."

"Oh, my."

"Two."

"He's counting."

"Stand back."

Sam opens the door in the nick of time. "What's up? What's with the bat?"

"Who were you talking to?"

"I'm talking to you."

"Why are you so sweaty and filthy?"

"I'm a child. You know, I'm a teenager."

I raise my eyebrow at that looking at Michaela and think. 'Not every teenager likes to get dirty.'

"We heard voices and noises and we thought maybe you were..."

Sam's dad interrupted his mom, saying, "It doesn't matter what we thought. What was that light?"

"No, what light? What? There's no light, Dad! There's no light!" His parents enter his room and Michaela and I crouch even lower.

"You got two lights in your hand! That's what it is. Maybe it bounced..."

"There was light under the door."

"Look, you can't... You can't just bounce into my room like that. You got to knock. You got to communicate."

"We knocked for five minutes."

"I'm a teenager."

"We knocked."

"You didn't knock. You were screaming at me, okay?"

"No. This is repression, what you're doing here."

Michaela and I shake our heads a bit, feeling somewhat sad for Sam. Just a bit. "You're ruining my youth, okay?" Nope, I take it back.

"Oh, for Pete's sakes! You are so defensive!" His mom proclaims, hands on her hips, the baseball bat in her hand.

"Were you . . . masturbating?"

Michaela and I both cover our mouths and prevent ourselves from laughing.

"Judy."

"Was I... No, Mom."

"Zip it, okay?"

"It's okay," his mom says.

"No, I don't masturbate! That's not something for you to bring up."

"That's a father-and-son thing, okay?"

"Father-son thing."

She continues,"I mean, you don't have to call it that word if that makes you uncomfortable. You can call it Sam's happy time or..." I snicker out loud quietly. "Happy time?" "...my special alone time..."

"Stop."

"Mom."

"Judy, stop."

"...with myself."

"Mom, you can't come in and..."

"I'm sorry," she says with a sigh. "It's just been a weird night. I've had a little bit to drink."

"No, no, Dad."

"Yeah, well, we saw a light. I don't know where it was, but we saw it."

Then the ground shook and Sam's dad exclaimed, running over to this bathtub and getting in it, "Earthquake! It's another one! Another earthquake! Get in the doorway! Okay! Aftershock! Aftershock! Oh, I hate these."

Michaela and I shake our heads again. "Got to ride it out. Ride it out! Hey, the lights are back on."

Sam shakes his head also and says to his dad, "Come on, get out of that tub."

"Can't you take safety seriously?" Is his father's response.

"Good Lord, this floor is filthy, Sam," his mother exclaims.

"Oh, oh, man! Man. Oh. Oh, no! Look at the yard. The yard is destroyed. Judy? Better call the city. We got a blown transformer! Power pole's sparking all over the place! Oh, man. Yard's a waste. Trashed. Gone. It's a wash. The whole yard."

"You're kidding," Sam's mom says.

"We heard you talking to somebody, Sam."

"We wanna know who."

"Mom, I told..."

Michaela and I look at each other and nod, standing up, smiling. The three of them turn to us.

"Hi. I'm Mikaela. I'm a... I'm a friend of Sam's." She looks at me a bit.

"I'm Scarlett, another friend of Sam's."

"Gosh, you're both gorgeous. Are they not the prettiest girls?" Sam and his dad fist pump behind his mom, and Michaela and I both smile at that.

"They can hear you talking, Mom."

We both say, "Thank you."

"Oh, my goodness. I'm sorry you had to hear our little family discussion about..."

"Sorry that we're bugging you," Sam's dad says.

"Have you two had dinner yet?" Sam's mom asks.

Sam turns to his mom and says, "They've already had dinner. I was about to take them home."

She gets a sad look on her face and says, "Oh, well, they should have a snack before they go."

She ushers us downstairs and Sam's father tries to convince her that we don't need to have a snack.

"Your mother's pretty interesting," I tell him. "She's nice, but a little . . ."  Michaela didn't need to finish her sentence. We both nodded in agreement with her.

Sam takes out the glasses and hands them to us and says, "Take them out to them and have them take you home, ok? I'll distract my parents for you."

We nod, and turn to the living room when we hear the doorbell ring more than once, repeatedly, in an annoying way. We hear a man talking to Sam's dad and then the man enters. We hear sounds outside and see men in black suits going through anything -literally anything!- on the property.

"What the hell . . .?" the three of us say in unison. Sam's attention is gained when the man talks to his dad about his car. The three of us go into the living room and the man looks at us.

"How you doing, son? Is your name Sam?" I glare at the man, not liking him at all. Something's weird about him . . . And kinda perverted.

Gross.

"Yeah," Sam says.

"Well, I need you to come with us."
Sam's dad steps forward.

"Whoa, way out of line." The man steps closer to Sam's dad.

"Sir, I am asking politely. Back off."

He glares back and says, "You're not taking my son."

"Really? You gonna try to get rough with us?"

"No, but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on around here."

"Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your son, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here." Mojo the dog barks at the man.

"What operation?"

"That is what we are gonna find out."

"Where's your warrant?" He looks at me and meets my eyes, and something clicks in his eyes, as if he say something familiar.

One of the other men comes over and is holding this detecting device thing, and whispers to the man before he can respond saying, "I think direct contact."

The man looks at Sam and I slowly and takes the device into his own hands. "Son . . . Girl?"

'Scuse me, buttwipe?!' I gawk at him, scoffing. 'My sister would skin this man where he stands if she was here.'
Sam answers, "Yeah?"

"Step forward, you both, please." We do so.

"Just stand . . . ?" The man holds up a part of the detector, moving it from Sam to me. It makes a sound slowly then faster with Sam, but crazy fast with me instantly.

The man's eyes light up a lot then he says, "Fourteen rads. Bingo! Tag them and bag them!"

More men in black suits come over and handcuff all of us and escort us to two black SUVs outside. Mikaela, Sam, and I in one and his parents in another one.

"If you hurt my dog, I'll kick your ass!" I hear Sam's mom yell. I hear the man say something about taking a sample of a plant or something, which is messed up. Like, who the hell does that??

The men open the doors for us and help us in. Mikaela, Sam and I a little squished in the back.

I whisper to Mikaela, "We're not even wearing seatbelts . . ." She nods a bit, annoyed eitht he situation as well.

"Sam! Do not say anything, Sam!" His mom says.

"Yeah. Not a word until we get a lawyer!" His dad agrees. The three of us look at each other and nod, agreeing to wait to speak.

"So, LadiesMan217. That is your eBay username, right?" Says the so-called Fed.

We look at each other and sigh, knowing we need to talk now.

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

"What do you make of this?" He holds up Sam's phone and presses a button.

"My name is Sam Witwicky, okay? And my... "

"Is that you?"

Michaela responds, glancing at Sam and I nervously, "Yeah, that sounds like LadiesMan."

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

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

The Fed fakes surprise. "Really?"

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

"Well, not by itself," I clarify.

"Well, no. Because cars don't do that because that would be crazy," Michaela adds as we all go into a short hysterical laughing session.

"That's funny. That is so funny." The Fed gets serious. "So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?"

"Oh, you mean, like a Martian?"

"Like what, E. T? No," I add, chuckling a bit. 'Crap, he knows something.'

"It's an urban legend," Michaela  concludes.

"Yeah. You see this?" He holds up his badge. "This is an I-can-do-whatever-I-want and-get-away-with-it badge." I roll my eyes, sighing.

"Right . . ." Sam comments.

"I'm gonna lock you up forever."

"Oh, God. You know what? Don't listen to him. He's just pissy 'cause he's got to get back to guarding the mall," Michaela roasted him.

'Ouch, shots fired.'

"You, in the training bra."

My eyes widen and brows raise in shock and disgust. "Do not test me. Especially with your daddy's parole coming up."
Michaela glares, gulping.

"What? Parole?" Sam and I comment together, looking at her. She gets nervous.

"It's nothing."

"Oh, grand theft auto, that ain't nothing?"

Michaela takes a deep breath, "You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they... They weren't always his."

"You stole cars?" Sam asks shocked.

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

"She's got her own juvie record to prove it! She's a criminal. Criminals are hot."

My teeth grind together, my hands forming fists. "That'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail the rest of his natural life."
Suddenly, the detector loses its shit and beeps like crazy . . . And I smile.

"It is time to talk!"



BAM- we hit something huge.

"Big! It's big! Go, go, go, go!"

"I can't see it! I can't see it!" We hit it again, knowing it's an ally.

"Shift your weight towards the front!"

"All right! All right!"

We get lifted up with fingers under the roof.  We drop as the roof comes off.

"You A-holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend, Optimus Prime," Sam introduces the Feds.

"Taking the children was a bad move. Autobots, relieve them of their weapons." The Feds draw their weapons at him.

I look behind us and see Jazz, Bee and the others coming.

"Freeze!"

"Whoa! Whoa!" The Fed exclaims
"Give me those!" Jazz says, his hand transforming into a magnet and the guns immediately attach to it.

"Whoa! Whoa! Hi, there." The Fed looks at Optimus.

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

"Look, there are . . . S-Seven protocols, okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can't communicate with you."

I roll my eyes, "Oh good grief."

"Get out of the car." "All right. Me? You want me to get..."

"Now!"

"All right, all right." He starts getting out and we do too.

"Get out."

"Hey. All right, I'm... I'm getting out. I'm getting out. You see?"

We jump out and stand beside the car.
"Very nifty how you put us down without really killing us."

Michaela helps us with the handcuffs. "You're good with handcuffs, too, now, huh? How you doing?" Sam asks.

"You both weren't supposed to hear all that," she responds.

"Yeah," I say quietly.

The Fed talks to his friend, "Now, listen. If I choose to engage with him, mum is the word, all right?"

Michaela says, looking at Sam, "Sam, I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in. When have you had to sacrifice anything in your perfect little life?"
I look down, frowning slightly then look at Jazz. I smile slightly. The most important thing I've sacrificed is my sister and through that gained wonderful friends.

"Big guys. Big guys with big guns, huh?" The Fed says looking at the Autobots.

Sam knudges me from my thoughts as we approach them. He asks, "What is Sector Seven? Answer me."

"I'm the one who asks questions around here. Not you, young man!"

"How'd you know about the aliens?" Michaela adds.

"Where did you take my parents?"

"I am not at liberty to discuss it."

"No?" I ask as I grab his badge and look at it. "Well, sometimes we have to do things we aren't at liberty to do, so grow a pair."

"Hey. You touch me, that's a federal offense." I stick my tongue out at him.

"'Do-whatever-you-want and-get-away-with-it badge,' right?" Sam adds.

"Yeah. Brave now all of a sudden, with his big alien friend standing over there."

"Where is Sector Seven?" Michaela asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"
I think a bit, "I heard rumor via my sister of something cool at a dam. Maybe it's there?"

The man's eyes widen but something hits his head and he rubs it. Then, fluid comes out of Bumblebee . . . peeing on him. Best life I've had in a while.

"Hey!"

"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man," Optimus orders slightly shaking his head.

"Get that thing to stop, huh?" Michaela turns to the Fed, whose name is Simmons.

"All right, tough guy, take it off."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your clothes, all of it, off."

"For what?"

She breathes on deeply. "For threatening my dad."

Simmons scoffs and started undressing.

"Little lady, this is the beginning of the end of your life. You're a criminal. Let's face facts. It's in your gene pool."

He strips to a tank top and boxers.

"Those are nice. Now get behind the pole."

"All right. This is such a felony, what you're doing," his college says.

"I will hunt you down, okay?"

"He'll hunt you down."

"Without any remorse!"

"No remorse."

I roll my eyes and help them get behind the pole and handcuff them together and say, "Enjoy, boys." We walk away from them and talk to Optimus.

Sirens start going off near us. "Optimus! Incoming!" Ironhide called out as he slams his cannon into the earth, sending a wave towards the Fed cars approaching us.

"Roll out," Optimus says. He lowers his hand for Sam and Michaela to get on.

Jazz transforms and opens the door for me to enter. "Get in!" I shake my head.

"I need to stay with them! I can't come with you."

"Scar, now!"

I shut his door and run to Optimus. I jump onto his hand and climb onto his shoulder, hanging on tight.

He stands with the three of us on his shoulders as he starts to run. Helicopters follow us and we go in between buildings for cover, losing them. We arrive under a bridge and Optimus maneuvers himself in the underside of it.

"Easy, you two," he whispers to Sam and Michaela. I place my hand on a different part of his shoulder but unexpectedly slip and fall

"Oh, God no!" I grab onto part of Optimus' head. "Optimus, help me!" He reaches up quickly to catch me but  I fall off.

Flesh on metal doesn't work well!!

Instead of landing on the hard concrete ground, Bumblebee catches me in his hand as he slides across it to a stop.

He lets me get off as the helicopters get close and he stands. I see Optimus still hanging under the bridge with Sam and Michaela but he slyly leaves and sets the two down and they run to us. Optimus retreats, and takes cover in a nearby area.

"Guys, go!" They run to us and we see ropes shoot out from the helicopters and they wrap around Bumblebee's limbs.

We watch in horror as they eventually have him pinned down.

"Stop! Stop!" Sam screams in horror.

Men come out of helicopters and start to freese Bumblebee and we hear him in a way groan and struggle with the cold.

"Wait! No!" I run over to one of the men and chop him in the back of his knee and push him over to grab the freezer. I spray it on him and others.

"No! No!" I yell as a man tries to tackle me to the ground. I get him in a headlock and body slam him to the ground.

Elektra made me take karate lessons all growing up. She's my personal trainer, too. She sends videos of trainings to practice with until she got stateside.

A large body hurls me to the ground and pins me down.

"Stop! Stop!" Sam yells as he too is tackled and handcuffed.

"Get down on the ground! Get down! Get down!"

"Stop hurting him!" Sam yells. We are escorted to a car where Simmons is standing.

"Happy to see me again?" He asks, a smirk on his ugly bastard face.

I'm so angry that tears are swelling in my eyes.

"Put them in a car with their little criminal friend."

We are shoved in the car, once again. I kick the seat in front of me in frustration and rage. Sobs leave my body.

'Elektra, come home. Come home and fix this, please!"