With All My Spark → Transformers

*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.*

The rain pattered lightly against my bedroom window and I smiled in content; the rain always managed to relax me no matter what the situation was. I rolled over in bed and looked at the alarm clock that rested on my bedside table. The time was 6:02 in the morning which meant that I had about two more hours until I was supposed to be at work.

I let out a groan and covered my head with my comforter. My job was one of the best in the world and my boss was one of the coolest guys you could ever meet, but sometimes I needed a break from it all. Walking around all day in heels and dealing with ignorant customers was sometimes a bit overwhelming. Just having the weekends off wasn't cutting it for me, but I needed the money to pay the bills for my apartment and the insurance on my car.

In hopes to get just a little bit more sleep before I needed to get up and get ready for work, I closed my eyes again. I was more than thankful that tomorrow was Wednesday, just one more day to endure until I was off for an entire week. It would give me the chance to take a much needed break. The amount of exhaustion in my system was killing me and I most likely would sleep for the majority of the vacation I had been so kindly granted.

Just as I was about to drift off again, a loud knock sounded on my apartment door. I rolled my eyes in annoyance before hopping out of bed, not bothering to put any pants on. I was currently wearing a t-shirt, a bra, and my underwear. If anything, the person knocking this early already knew me, so it would be fine. If they didn't, well, their reaction to my choice in attire was not my problem.

I ran down the stairs at a considerable pace and onto the first floor of my beautiful apartment. I truly loved this place. It was just for me and honestly I thought it was nicer than my parents' home. It was just like a tiny home to me and everything was very well decorated, all thanks to my mother's, Carly's, and my own expertise in design.

Just as quickly as I had run down the stairs, I pulled the door open, hoping that I could get rid of whoever it was so I could go back to sleep, but the sight of my mother's face and my little sister's face caused me to frown.

"What do you want? It's like six in the morning," I whined. I may have been twenty-one years old, but I was still the same whiny little girl that I was when I was just seventeen. In all honesty, I didn't think that would ever change about me.

"That's a lovely way to greet your mother and sister. But anyway, I need a favor," my mom spoke; she seemed to be in a bit of a rush.

"What can I do for you, Sarah?"

"I need you to look after Anna for the day. The regular babysitter is sick and your dad isn't home, of course," she answered.

The last part of her answer didn't surprise me. My father, who has recently just been promoted to colonel, was now always on secret missions around the world with the Autobots. Currently, he, the NEST team, Optimus, and Ratchet were overseas in Ukraine taking care of yet another "toxic spill", or at least that's what he told me. I knew better than to believe that though. I had found out just eighteen months ago that the Decepticons weren't going anywhere any time soon, so there was really no need for him to lie to me about it.

"I would love to help you, but there's a predicament. I have to go to work," I told my mom.

"Get Ironhide to watch her, please. I have nobody else," she pleaded.

I raised a brow. "I'm almost certain that he's down at base," I informed her.

She gave me a dumb look. "No he's not. He's sitting on your couch," she told me.