The group made their way back up the hill quickly, soon meeting a victorious camaro- well, camaro turned alien. Alien turned camaro?
Either way, they were facing Bumblebee- and now that they had a chance to see him face to face, the two girls couldn't keep from smiling.
"Let's start out this way." Sam interrupted, facing the two, "Who are you guys?"
Mikayla blinked, and the two seemed to speak to each other with a single look. The brunette turned to the two and gave a mischievous smirk.
"We don't exist." she started, which seemed to be the exact opposite of what Em wanted her to say because she was soon hit in the shoulder- quite harshly, might she add.
Her face contorted into one of mock hurt & confusion as she waited for the apology that never came.
"I'm Emerson," her friend greeted, and Mikayla snorted slightly at her formal tone. This was definitely not the girl she had gotten to know. The blonde gave her a quick glare and Mikayla raised her arms in surrender before turning back to the duo.
"Well, I'm Mikayla," she winked, pointing finger guns at her name-twin. "With a 'y.'"
The other brunette nodded, raising an eye. Then, she looked at the elephant in the room- both literally and figuratively, with a questioning look. "-And who're you supposed to be?"
"XM satellite radio.." Bumblebee started, whirring slightly. "Digital cable brings you.. columbia broadcasting system."
"So, that's it?" Sam asked, stepping forwards, "You talk through the radio?"
Bee clapped and pointed at the young teen, "Thank you, you're beautiful.. you're wonderful, you're wonderful."
"Why are you here?" Mikaela asked, and the two girls stepped off to the side to let the pair have their moment- even if both of them just wanted to shout out the answers and be done with it.
"Message from Starfleet, Captain.." he started, pointing up at the sky, "-throughout the inanimate vastness of space.. angels will rain down like visitors from heaven! Hallelujah!"
"So you're an alien?"
The mech nodded, before transforming and opening his door. "Any more questions you want to ask?"
Immediately the two girls started walking up the hill to greet Bumblebee, thanking him profusely for saving their lives.
As Mikayla shuffled into the back seat, she overheard the line that made her smile.
"Fifty years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get in the car?"
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"Why, if he's supposed to be, like, this super-advanced robot, does he transform back into this piece-of-crap Camaro?"
The two girls had been watching Sam attempt to flirt with Mikaela for the past hour or so, each attempt getting worse and worse- until he pulled the seatbelt thing.
Emerson was completely fine with not wearing a seatbelt- this was Bumblebee, after all, he would never let anyone get hurt. At least, no one he liked. But apparently that was not the case at the moment, as his tires came to a screeching halt.
"Oh hell naw" was heard from the speakers as the doors opened- signalling for the teenagers to get out. Emerson sighed, sorta wanting to be there when everything changed, but respected his wishes anyways.
The four stood awkwardly on the side of the road, watching as their companion drove away. The two girls focused their attention on the end of the tunnel as the other pair squabbled with one another, trying to spot the 2006 camaro from a distance.
"Now you pissed him off. That car is sensitive. I mean, $4000 just drove off."
"What?"
Em ignored their chatter and focused on the bright yellow that was headed their direction. Smiling, she waved happily- receiving a small honk in response, which seemed to grab the attention of the two idiots who wouldn't stop arguing.
"Woah." Sam started in awe, and he threw his hands behind his head in shock.
The doors opened with a click, and Milk&EggoTM climbed into the back seats with giddy expressions. How could they not be a little excited- especially when they were about to meet the rest of the freaking autobots.
It was like meeting a celebrity, but so much cooler.
Watching the scenery pass by, they pulled into a gravel lot- just in time for them to see four meteors fall from the sky. Or rather, what they knew to be space pods.
Both girls gave a wide grin as they sped off to what they knew as the alleyway where it all began.
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Nothing could have prepared the girls for what happened next, because watching the autobots pull up from out of the fog was the coolest shit they'd ever seen.
"Woah." Mikayla mumbled, eyes filled with wonder- and Emerson couldn't help but feel the same.
Hearing the familiar click of the autobot transforming behind them, the group moved forwards to give him some room.
From in front of the humans present, was a singular set of headlights- and a red and blue truck appeared from the shadows.
Behind them were another three sets of lights, and Emerson had to bite her lip to keep from squealing like the fangirl she was. Out of the corner of her eye, however, she spotted the grin that had appeared widely on her friend's face.
Turning their attention to the now dramatically-transforming 'leader-of-the-free-world', the girl couldn't help but let her jaw drop in shock. Holy crap he was tall. I mean- she expected him to be super tall, but this? This was like looking at a three story building.
To say she was intimidated would be an understatement.
Oh they were gonna be pissed when she tells them she broke the glasses. Really pissed.
It seemed that the girl wasn't going to be given a chance to think about how dead she was going to be, before Opimus's voice rang out into the silence. "Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?"
Sam seemed at a loss for words as he froze, Mikaela noticed and lightly shoved his shoulder. "They know your name."
Swallowing thickly, the boy looked up again and nodded. "Yeah."
The much taller mech nodded in affirmation before standing up a bit straighter. "My name is Optimus Prime." he bellowed with a clear tone, "We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."
Another voice pitched into the conversation, one she recognized well. "But you can call us Autobots for short." Flashes from the fourth movie flooded her mind, and she took a deep breath to clear them out.
"Bumblebee," another voice started more gruffly, "I thought you said there was only supposed to be one of them?"
The bot just vaguely gestured to the little group. "Haven't you heard? Humans.. multiply."
The silvery black bot just sighed and leaned backwards against the wall of the alley, optics scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Which gave room for a certain spazz to announce himself.
"What's cracking, little bitches?" the mech called out, performing a few break-dance style moves before pouncing onto an abandoned car with a loud crash.
"My first lieutenant. Designation, Jazz."
Crossing his arms over his chassis, he posed dramatically- much to the girl's amusement. "This looks like a cool place to kick it."
She couldn't hide the small laugh that left her as she looked back up to the mech- who just winked at her in response. It was then that Sam spoke up.
"What is that? How did he learn to talk like that?"
Emerson rolled her eyes. Sam, next time, please ask Jazz and not just pretend he doesn't exist.
Optimus seemed to have noticed that as well- for he seemed slightly annoyed at the comment too. Turning back to the boy, he answered. "We've learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web."
Gesturing towards the next bot, he began again- although a little more warily.. and the girl could tell why. "My weapons specialist, Ironhide."
The silver & black bot chuckled as he activated his canons, pointing them directly in the faces of the group- although only speaking to Sam. "You feeling lucky, punk?"
A short laugh was heard from besides them as Mikayla stepped forwards. Stopping right in front of him, she smirked confidently. "Try me."
There was a pause as the group watched the two curiously, before the weapons specialist broke out into a guaff. "I like the spirit in you, squishy."
She rolled her eyes pointedly, "Alright none of that squishy crap. Got that?"
All he gave in response was a small grunt as he looked at her curiously.
If Optimus had any emotion besides emotionless, Emerson bets he would have chuckled. "Easy, Ironhide."
"Just kidding." Ironhide said, before taking his place as the guard again, "I just wanted to show them my cannons."
There was a pause as the familiar green 'bot stepped forwards again, sniffing the air slightly.
"Our medical officer, Ratchet."
Finally taking his place, he looked down at the group, "The boy's pheromone level suggests he wants to mate with one of the females."
There was a pause before Emerson burst into a fit of laughter, Mikayla doing the same. Sam glared at the two as they cackled- but honestly they didn't care- that was just too funny. Mikaela took a step backwards from the boy as well, moving to stand by the girls with an awkward cough.
However, Ratchet seemed intent on something else with the group. He quickly tapped the side of his arm, and a green light started to scan their bodies.
Emerson looked at the light curiously, he only did that when someone was injured, right?
Setting back the green light, he looked at whatever came up, before looking down at them. "It appears that one of the females has sustained a laceration to their right arm."
There was a small second of silence before Mikayla chuckled, stepping forwards a bit, "Yeah, that'd be me. It's just a scratch though- it'll heal soon."
Ratchet seemed to look at her with squinted eyes before looking back at his scan, sighing. "It appears you may be right. Just be sure to get that cleaned out as quickly as possible to decrease the opportunity for infection."
Emerson turned to Mikayla with a blank stare. "When the hell did that happen?"
She shrugged. "Barricade."
Ironhide looked at the two questionably, "You met Barricade?"
Em snorted, "Met? More like we totally pulled the reverse card on him. Made the dude take us here. Pretty entertaining to mess with."
Mikayla rolled her eyes, turning her back slightly to the girl. "Yeah, fun to mess with until he threw me across a parking garage."
The blonde looked at her with a surprised expression "Wait he did- what?" After taking a few strides forwards, she looked her in the eyes to see if she was lying in some way. "How are you still alive right now?"
"Sheer willpower."
The blonde blinked, then put her hands back down. "Yeah, you're fine."
There was another small pause as Optimus continued- seeming to ignore the girl's interaction entirely- pointing over to the yellow mech besides them. "You already know your guardian, Bumblebee."
The bot started to dance quite smoothly as Sam called up to him. "Bumblebee, right?"
Bee snapped his finger and pointed at him, nodding. "Check on the rep- yep, second to none."
"So you're my guardian, huh?"
Ratchet walked over to the younger scout as the green light came back on, making the yellow bot choke slightly.
"His vocal processors were damaged in battle." the green-yellow mech started grimly. "I'm still working on them."
There was a moment of silence as everything sunk into their minds, and the group definitely needed reassuring that this was all real, and happening right now.
"Why are you here?" the inferior Mikayla began again, looking up dramatically. Milk&EggoTM shared a glance at the theatrics.
Optimus straightened himself up, looking down at them with an equal dramatic sense. Emerson resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but caught Mikayla doing just that from the corner of her eye.
"We are here looking for the Allspark." he boomed solemnly, "And we must find it before Megatron."
"Mega-what?"
And so the huge explanation began, Optimus explaining the war on Cybertron & how Megatron betrayed them. He went over how Captain Archibald Witwicky had stumbled across the decepticon- and the location of the Allspark was imprinted on his glasses. Afterwards, the Prime explained just how important the Allspark was to them.
Only the two girls recognized the pale look on Sam's face.
"If the Decepticons find the Allspark," Optimus continued, narrowing his eyes, "-they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army. And the human race will be extinguished."
Looking down at him again- the boy looking like he was about to simply pass away- Optimus probably made things worse by starting again with: "Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival."
There was a pause as the girls waited for what he would say- finding this slightly entertaining to watch.. even if it was seriously cruel. But hey, it was technically his fault for selling the glasses in the first place.
He gulped as the girl besides him placed a hand on his shoulder, "Sam, please tell me you have those glasses."
The two girls watched Sam stutter over his words amusedly, and with the faintest shadow of guilt on their shoulders. But hey, they wouldn't let him get too far before pulling him out of whatever guilt cycle he was caught in.
"U-uh.. well, you see-" he gulped, "I don't exactly havetheglasses.. anymore."
There was a pause. Everything was silent as the autobots processed his quick words.
The two girls gave each other a look before laughing. Sam looked over to them and gave them a half furious and half embarrassed glare. Emerson slowly took off her bag, reaching into the side pocket before Mikayla started the conversation.
"You idiot." Mikayla snorted, watching with a mischievous smirk as the case was brought into view. "You really think we would let you take care of something so important?"
Emerson rolled her eyes as she slung the bag over her shoulder. "Typical teenage boy. Selling family heirlooms for some extra cash."
It seemed that the autobots relaxed immediately, knowing that the location of the Allspark was well within their reach- and she was sure that Sam almost collapsed with relief.
Mikaela, being the only one who was sane enough to think right now- asked the first question.
"But how did you even know about the glasses in the first place?"
Emerson snorted, looking to her with amusement. "See, now you're asking the important questions."
Sam looked at them curiously, "Now that I think about it, you two seemed to know more than you let on."
Bumblebee broke the science as well, his own curiosity showing through his optics. "You knew.. my name."
Irohide raised an optic, "Knew Barricade's too."
From that, the autobots looked at each other warily. Jazz especially- he crouched down in front of them, and his optics flashed for a second before a silver-like scanner went over them and he tilted his head curiously.
"You two don't even come up on facial recognition." he began warily, "According to 'yer government- ya'll don't even exist."
Both their eyes widened slightly- yeah, they expected it, but it was still pretty weird to think that they didn't have identities anymore. That was it- no birth certificates, no bank accounts.. they were practically ghosts.
The autobots looked down at them as the two gave one another a knowing look.
Clearing her throat, Emerson was the first to speak. All of their attention was directed at her as she slowly started to smile awkwardly.
"We're not exactly from here.." the blonde began awkwardly, shifting her weight from foot to foot anxiously, "In the slightest."
Mikayla snorted, looking back over at her companion with amusement. "If these guys are aliens, we're practically gods."
There was a pause- before the group heard the slap of something hitting metal. Looking over, they saw Emerson as she let her head rest onto the leg of the nearest autobot- who happened to be Jazz.
He stared down at her with confusion, curiosity, & concern. The basic three emotions you should have when dealing with the girl.
"Mikayla." a muffled voice called out as the blonde turned her head. The mentioned girl could tell there would probably be a minor bruise there later, but her thoughts were erased when her companion spoke again. "I swear to Primus above that if you spill one more fragging thing just to make it sound like the world is going to end- I will sell your kidneys."
She raised an eye, taking a few steps to make a show of her being able to be steady on her feet, and she smirked, "I'd like to see you try."
Emerson blinked. Twice. "Bitch you really think I can throw a punch-"
"Not to be interrupting.. whatever this is," a voice started, breaking the silence. The two looked up to see Ironhide looking at them curiously, and also sort of irritatedly, "-We have a planet to save."
The two sighed, putting up their 'professional' faces and pretending the last five seconds didn't happen.
"In a short summary?" Mikayla stated blankly, "We're time travellers who came from an entirely separate reality."
The other girl shrugged, leaning her back against Jazz's leg- solely because he hadn't told her to move yet- and continued for her friend. "We have no idea how we got here, but we know the next decade of events that occur in this dimension.. so we're pretty much going to try to prevent the world from actually ending."
Mikayla blinked, blowing a stray piece of hair from out of her eyes. "Again."
It took a quick minute for everyone to process, and surprisingly it was the humans who got it together first.
Sam stared at the two with an unreadable expression, his jaw dropped. Mikaela just continued to stare silently- still not really knowing what was going on.
Optimus was as emotionless as ever, covering up his thoughts with whatever the hell he thought was a calm expression. Ironhide was much the same, although he didn't bother to hide the fact that his intake was parted- just the smallest bit.
Jazz & Bumblebee were just looking at the two like they'd grown two heads, the former taking a more concerned look versus the eagerly curious one they got from the latter. And Ratchet- well, Ratchet was just.. Ratchet. Honestly they didn't really know what to expect from him, but now that they know just how he reacts- they weren't surprised in the slightest. He was the only one who didn't even bother to hide the fact that he was freaking out.
"A-Are you kidding me right now?" Sam deadpanned, seeming as if all reason in his mind was lost. "Aliens, giant robots, glasses, time travelers?!"
Mikayla raised a hand, pointedly out blankly, "Technically we're aliens, considering the fact we did come from an alternate universe."
He stared at the girl blankly as she shrugged slightly. "Just saying."
Shaking his head, the boy began again, "No, not happening right now. For the love of- I'm sixteen! I'm a sophomore in high school! My biggest concern should be getting into college, not whatever the hell this is!"
Emerson felt a mix of understanding and annoyance towards the boy in that moment. Anyone could understand why. The entire group knew exactly how that felt- and she guessed Bumblebee was the one he related to the most. But he didn't know that.
The two were thrown into something they had no part in- for the sole reason of being born. The scout? A war that destroyed his planet. The same war that forced him into becoming a soldier. Sam? Well, he just expected some sense of normalcy.. only to have his 'normal' life taken away.
In a sense, she understood- Mikayla too. Of course, this was something they knew they would be signing up for- it was a choice. But they had no one besides each other to rely on. No family, no identity, no friends- at least any who remembered them. They were invisible- having to start over from the beginning with no one to guide them. At least, not yet.
So, maybe all Sam needed was a guide.
A loud sigh rang from above them as Optimus leaned back down to their level.
"It was not our intention to become involved with your life, Samuel." he apologized with a stare so sincere it was hard not to believe him. Em wondered curiously of how he did that. "We only wished to find the glasses and save your planet, like we wish we could have done with ours."
Her eyes widened slightly. Was he- was Optimus Prime guilt-tripping him?
Sam looked down at the ground and bowed his head. Taking a second to clear his mind, the boy looked back up to meet him face-to-face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have overreacted like that- it's just- this is all so much, so fast."
Em's eyes twitched. The guilt-trip worked?
Optimus nodded, and all the girl could think about was how she never wanted to get on his bad side. Like- ever.
"This is all great and cute.." Ironhide trailed off, gesturing to the conversation the two were building, "-But we have some bigger issues right now. Primarily concerning the two girls & the Allspark."
The group's attention was divided yet again to the pair as Em once again stepped closer to Jazz- pretty much making him her cybertronian shield. The slightly-subtle action drew more attention to the girl who was better exposed to their questions.
She didn't feel bad at all. Better her than she.
"We already know where the Allspark is-" Mikayla started, knowing that Emerson was probably content to watch the shit show that was about to start- rather than to actually be in it. "-the problem is that it's heavily armed, with no way inside unless you're a high ranking government official.. or an alien."
Emerson's eyes widened, stepping forwards, "No, not happening. Absolutely not. We came here to change things, not keep them the same."
She gave her a long stare, "I know that. You don't think I don't?"
Taking in a breath, she took a step towards her friend. "There isn't another option. There has to be an autobot on the inside. And I highly doubt the government will let one in freely."
Being as stubborn as a nail, Em resisted. By being peacefully aggressive, as always.
Turning to the autobots, the blonde bit the inside of her cheek. "We changed the timeline a lot when coming here. By getting involved."
She tapped her finger against her side a few times before working up the nerve to continue, "Originally, Sam had left the glasses at his house.. but before he could get them to you guys- the government caught up to them."
"They called themselves Sector Seven." Mikayla continued warily, looking blankly off to the cold pavement. "A secret section of the government that dealt with extraterrestrial beings."
"So it's like Area 51?" Sam swallowed, "That's where the Allspark is?"
Emerson shook her head, "Just listen."
"They took Sam & Mikaela both, and were driving them to their base when the autobots showed back up to retrieve them & the glasses." Mikayla added, "It was going well- you guys were about to leave when it happened."
"Sector Seven had back-up. And a lot of fire-power." Em winced, "They ended up taking back Sam & Mikaela.." she looked back up. The night air was nothing compared to the hollow feeling in her chest as she finished- meeting a certain mechs optics. "And Bumblebee."
There was a small pause as she held her stare with the young scout- who seemed rather taken aback by the statement. The rest of the autobots, however, were looking at one another warily.
Emerson was the first to break the contact, looking at the group cautiously. "That's why there has to be another way in. I'm not letting that happen- no way."
Mikayla looked to her and nodded, "The Allspark is hidden underneath the Hoover Dam. Fourteen football fields thick of concrete- it hides the radiation perfectly."
"But it's also their base of operations.." Emerson trailed off. "And as of seventy-three years ago, the resting place of Megatron's body- who is currently in stasis. They call him NBE-1. Non-Biological Extraterrestrial."
There was more silence as the group took in that information bomb. Emerson wondered slightly if that was too much to process all at once, but they were going to find out about it in the next twenty-four hours either way.
It didn't change the fact that it was a terrifying realization, however.
"We do know about some people who can help." Mikayla continued when the silence became unbearable. "-given the right information."
Emerson looked at the girl incredulously, mind racing. Until it clicked to just exactly who she was talking about.
Her eyebrows raised slightly, "Those guys?"
She nodded mischievously, looking from her to the autobots & back. "Those guys."
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