#fanfticion

Woody approached. "Believe me, it would be worse than not having you around. I don't know why, but you've… gotten into my head. And I can't get you out." "Of course! Because I'm not trying to leave!" she replied, touching his forehead with a finger. Then she laughed and walked away. -----

How far will a sheriff go to protect his secret? Three love stories intertwine in a dusty setting, amidst impossible bonds and poems whispered behind the bar of a saloon.

Toy Story AU - from my fanfiction "Cowboy Dreams".

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“How comfortable are you when Chris is away from you, the reason I ask is because, he is currently away, and I want to know how that makes you feel. I am not happy that you did miss the appointment last week” Sade said to me, I took in a deep breath “I know, it wasn’t that I did it on purpose but I thought Chris would be here, for this one and he isn’t. He said he would be back by now” Sade squinted her eyes at me “but you need to continue doing this, it’s so very important. But I can see you look well so back to the question in hand, how comfortable does it make you feel? I know he isn’t here, but we can still talk” nodding my head in agreement “I don’t feel comfortable, I miss him and ever since we did have sex at the home I just want to be with him but also I know we need to heal from things and not go back to how we was, I just really don’t like it because I feel like you know, I uhm. I did have sex with him like I mentioned because I don’t want him to stray away and I felt like I want to be with him but not say it to him, like he doesn’t actually live here and I hate that too because what if he gets someone that isn’t in this headspace, now he is overseas so he can hide it. Easily, he’s late today” I said, he hasn’t come like he said “do you have a lot of male friends Rihanna?” she asked, nodding my head “I do, I have a lot of male peers and friends around” I answered her “and you will see their behaviour, you will see the bad with them males because they aren’t with you, Rihanna. You know the industry and you do, but you also know your husband right?” nodding my head “you are favouring the latter, you set yourself up to be pre-hurt when you don’t need too which contributes to conflict because Chris will then feel pre-judged. Your notion of what males do is very much engraved in your mind but you need to go how you know your husband, knowing your husband and trusting him will mean more to him then you pre-judging what he will do. You need to be open and honest with him too, holding information like I want to be with you and leaving people on edge never works out, open and honest. You need express this and express the change you want, and I also want you to be open and honest on why you had sex with him because he needs to know” putting my head down “work as a unit” she added.

“Do you think Chris would cheat on you?” clearing my throat “no but his behaviour really makes me doubt him” Sade nodded her head “so let’s work on the no, so you know in your heart that he won’t, again you are pre-judging him. That makes him feel judged, not trusted. You are now apprehensive, he’s not come. You missed the appointment, sex had made you cling to him because you at your most vulnerable, so have you both been speaking well? How has that been? I know that was a factor, he didn’t speak well” nodding my head “we have been having the best conversation and I enjoy it. I love speaking on endless things, he listens to me, I listen to him, and I told him something I never said before and he took it so well and we agreed on things” Sade smiled “that is so good but that will also add to the fact you have become close to him, these secrets draw you both away. Letting them out, brings you both together, it creates such a bond that nobody can break. This is really good news, but you need to be open and honest” the door opened behind me, looking to the door because the kids could just run in like they do “my bad, sorry. I just landed” he came, he actually arrived “no bother, it’s nice to see you come either way. Come and sit down, we just been talking about things, I haven’t see Rihanna since palm springs” Sade aired me out “you didn’t have it last week?” Chris said, well that is now out in the open “you said you couldn’t come” Chris sat next to me “I know but you can do it still, I was in Europe, you knew that” I did know that, I just wanted Chris here, that is my fault.

Sade is going to air me about what I said “Rihanna and I discussed being open and honest, Chris. How comfortable are you when Rihanna goes away? She has been away for a long period” she asked the question she asked me “erm, I am ok with it. For me, it’s more I miss her but I know men like my wife, but I think she is pretty happy in our marriage, so I don’t really worry but then again, niggas ain’t shit either but I am comfortable with it” to feel Chris close to me is actually making me happy “how does that make you feel Rihanna? To hear that from him” she looked at me “happy because he knows me” Sade wrote something down ever so quickly “and Rihanna” oh here she goes “are you comfortable with telling him your answer when I asked you?” nodding my head, he probably won’t like it “I uhm-” Sade cut us off “you know what, can we turn the chairs. Both of you look at each other, that will be best” letting out an oh as I got up, I guess I got to comply. Once the chairs were turned we both sat down, he is glowing “you look well” I said laughing, am I getting shy “that overseas glow, been busy” he laughed “tired too” putting my head down, I am shy now “so please continue what you was saying” Sade said, he is so handsome, I missed him so much “I said that I erm, I don’t feel comfortable and that I do miss you. I said that we did have sex in the home. And that I do want to be with you, but I also know we need to heal because I can’t deal with what we used to be. I had sex with you because I don’t want you to stray away either, I feel like if I say it to you then it’s back how we was. Being overseas comes with new problems, and you can easily hide cheating, there. That is what I said” I cringed at myself “and Rihanna, it’s ok to feel like that no need to feel a different way” Sade said, Chris is not happy “so Chris how does that make you feel? After hearing that?” Chris touched the top of his head “frustrated because sex don’t mean shit to me when I love my wife, I really do” he is annoyed.

Oh he clenched his jaw too; oh he is not happy “express how you feel Chris?” he is quiet “it’s frustrating because I fucked up, I know I did but I ain’t going to risk anything. Females are around, we got to accept that but it’s how I handle it and none of them come close to Robyn because if they did I won’t be here. Look Robyn, I went months without having sex with you, so many times too. It was horrible but I don’t want you to feel you need to do it to hold me, that doesn’t. If I wanted too, I could but I don’t because I genuinely do love you so much, I worship you, I do. I am stupid and I can admit that, but I am doing shit with my eyes wide open, I am. I can accept you feel that way and I do want you too, I do. I want to be back with you and the kids, but I know we need to fix ourselves, things like this. I want to know you do feel that, you know. When we was alone, after having sex, just being us. That is us, I loved it but I accept it, but I hope she changed to accept that women will be around but it’s on me and I don’t want them, I don’t” he said “Rihanna, I do not want you to answer this because you need to let this marinate. You are going to say along the lines of I believe you, I trust you. Thank you but you need to accept this and digest it. Let your answer be real” nodding my head “you can ask him anything, looks like you do” Sade said laughing “how was it? Overseas?” I asked, I did want to ask him “oh it was amazing. Meeting many people, different languages asking me random shit but also asking about my marriage which was hard, but I did it. I really liked it but then like the flight from Japan, I think it was, yeah. It got delayed then we stopped over. So that is why I am late” I smiled at him.

Hearing the office door close, looking over at the door seeing it’s Chris “she’s gone now, why didn’t you go to your therapist meeting? Just because I wasn’t here, that don’t mean you don’t need too” he is right “erm, you are right” what can I say “I am always right” he laughed “how you been anyways, I mean now Sade is gone. She good isn’t she?” placing the pen on the table “she is, she calls us out all the time doesn’t she?” he nodded his head, he stood in front of me “I’ve been ok, just getting there. I am happier than anything to be home with the kids, they are so clingy to me. Junior is rioting too” he laughed “he think he the man of the house now doesn’t he, man. I wanted to say actually. You know I am going to have my album photoshoot, like reshoot it. I am thinking of having Junior on it” my eyes widened “really?” he nodded his head “I am more than happy for you to do it, awww that will be so cute. I mean the girls will be jealous, but I think it will be good” oh this is awkward “I missed you” he said it “so did I” he hugged me, he pulled me into a hug and that brings me so much joy, wrapping my arms around his body closing my eyes smiling “you know what you said, like truly. I know what you told me was probably the hardest thing you could tell me because you’re scared of what could happen, of what things could change but it won’t. I am not doing that again” I sighed out “missed the booty though” I gasped at him gripping my butt, looking up at him hitting his chest “stupid, but you really want to have Junior on the album cover?” he licked his bottom lip “yeah, I will take him. Like we took pictures but like I want to change it now” nodding my head resting my forehead on his chest, he pressed a kiss on my head and sniffed me “you are weird” I said, I had to say it, he is weird “I wanted to speak to you though, I need some advice. You know the music industry” lifting my head up “mhmm sure, take a seat in my office” I laughed, I wonder what he wants to ask.

Chris sat across me “so with Go Crazy and Loyal just dominating the charts, like Jay asked me and I don’t know shit. I don’t know, so tell me how would you promote my album, like with how it’s doing and how we are going with it? Like I rather get your advice, how you think I would play my album” he asked me, I think this is so sweet he is asking me “I am probably going to put you in the deep end but Chris, you have fans already, I did this thing already. I would have a up close and personal performance at a venue, that isn’t big but big enough for a good amount of people to come, which will sell. But we aren’t selling them, we should give these to fans that love you. We need to show you care for them, fans are the biggest part of this, and you got that. So on the day your album is released you have this concert but for every album sold is unique link and they can watch it overseas, which drives sales” I smiled, Chris looks scared “but then that means I have to perform?” I laughed “yes you do but Chris, you have fans Chris. They are there, I mean you have a team to figure this out so why won’t they figure that out for you” which they should be “I said I wanted to ask you” he admitted “wow, so like you think I should perform?” nodding my head “yes, show them who you are. You ain’t just my husband, you are Chris Brown” I said “my wife does make a good manager, but I fucked that up, I really did” I shrugged smiling “but I think with you, it’s a different situation because you do have fans already so this is good for you” I hope he takes my advice because it would be for the best.

The girls are at school and Chris has his photoshoot today which I am taking Junior there, he said for me to come but I don’t really leave the house like that anymore, with everything that has happened it really hit my confidence, so I am hiding away from everyone really. I haven’t really seen my team; I have spoken to Jen but that is it. Closing the baby gate behind me, Chris is actually right. Since he is walking he walks like he pays bills around the house, he looks to hold his bottle and walk around and the milk just getting everywhere. I thin kit’s good we both had that break away because then I got to stop feeding him in a way, also it helped Chris to make that move where he is showing he does care “Junior” I said and he pushed the door shut up, I am not shocked. He made sure it was shut, I can hear his fat hand hitting the door “bitch” I jumped out of my skin and looking behind me “Jah!?” I spat, I just hugged him. A little in shock “where the fuck have you been, oh my girl” he held me close “a lot” I said to him, I am glad to see him “mama!” hearing light knocks on the door “oh wait, let me open the door” rolling my eyes “he walks now?” Jah asked “oh he does, he walks around, he’s climbing being dangerous” slowly opening the door, he ran to me but not to me, but around me “oh he is on a mission” that arm just waving around clearing the area “anyways, yeah. Hi!” I said Jah looked at me “yes I have lost weight” I thought I would say before he did.

Getting out of the SUV, I bought Jah along with me to the studio where they are having this photoshoot “I will get the bags” Jah said as I picked Junior out of the car seat, Rich closed the door for me as I walked around the car “you have to be good today, you better not play up with me” Jah held the door open for me to go inside, Junior started to try and wriggle in my arms because he wants to get down and start running around. Once I get in I let him down on the floor “hold mommy hand” I said but grabbed his hand anyways, let him walk if he wants “he is so adorable Rih” Jah said at the side of “he is, but also he is naughty too” he wants to go and act out “y’all came, and Jah” Chris came over to us “yeah, I mean I was going to send him with my mom but then she just said she needs a break” Junior tugged at my hand, looking down as he started to sit down but he is just trying grab something from the floor “junior! No, that is dirty” I said yanking him up “this little nigga don’t listen at all really, ayo” Chris picked him up, Junior being Junior slapped Chris, he is on something today this child “oh by the way, look at this” Chris turned around, looking at the back of his neck “you didn’t” I said, of course he got another tattoo “but that is cute, Chris Junior. I will let you off with that, well he is all yours so have fun” I don’t know how they are going to get him to sit down in one place because he is ready to just play up.

Pairing: Kaisoo

Genre: Fluff

Description: Kyungsoo hates coffee but hey, at least the barista is pretty cute.

Length: Three parts

This ride was moderately short compared to the last few. We barely went a mile before turning into an alleyway between a few of the taller buildings in town.

            The Camarobot stopped halfway down and unlocked the door. We took that as a sign to get out, coming to stand in front of the car.

            A few minutes later, the silence was broken by multiple engines. Pulling in from the other end of the alley was a Search and Rescue Hummer, a darker yellow then Camarobot, a beautiful silver Pontiac Solstice, a GMC Topkick I nearly missed because it blended into the shadows so well. The last to make an appearance was a Peterbilt Semi, painted a royal blue with flame detailing on the hood. That we got to see extremely well, seeing as he stopped inches from our faces, forcing us to back into Camarobot.

            How am I going to give all these guys names? I’m running out of variations of ‘robot’.

            The Peterbilt transformed, taking longer than Camarobot and Robostang, and stood at at least 36 feet tall by the time all the different parts stopped shifting and spinning. All the other vehicles took big boys example and transformed as well.

            Then big boy kneeled down and got all in our faces again. “Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?”

            “They know your name.” Mikaela breathed. 

            “Sam,” I looked at all the robots surrounding us, “no more internet for you.”

            Sam gave me a look. “Yeah. That’s me.”

            “My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron.”

            The rescue hummer butted it. “But you can call us Autobots.”

            I raised my hand. “Harlequin Prime.” Was that a stiffening of big boy’s shoulders? “That’s Mikaela Banes.” I pointed to my housemate.”

            “What’s cracking little bitches?” The Solstice did a flip, landing on the, non-Autobot, car behind him. He did not just us bitches. I saw Mikaela’s eye twitch at the wording as well.

            “My first lieutenant, Designation Jazz.”

            “How? Where did he learn to talk like that?”

            If a robot could look annoyed, it was Optimus’ face right now. “We searched the World Wide Web.” He swung a huge arm to the side, turning our attentions to the rescue hummer. “My medical officer, Ratchet.”

            Ratchet sniffed the air. I didn’t know robots could breathe, let along sniff. “The boys pheromone levels suggest he wants to mate with the female.” The can sniff out pheromone levels. Bloodhound robot, great.

            Then his words actually made it into my brain. I burst out laughing. Sam and Mikaela scooted away from each other, looking extremely awkward and uncomfortable. It made me laugh even more.

            “And you have a tang about you. Something not completely human. But I’d have to run some tests to be sure.” Well there went my laughter. What the hell does that mean? Of course I’m human!

            Optimus then gestured to the Topkick. “My weapons specialist, Ironhide.” Ironhide’s arm twisted and changed until some very badass firepower was pointed in our direction. All three of us gulped simultaneously. I think Sam even peed his pants.

            “You feeling lucky punk?”

            “Easy, Ironhide.”

            “I just wanted to show them my canons.” He sounded put out, like a puppy begging for table scraps. I snorted. I didn’t mean too, but I did. It was just so cute.

            “And you know your guardian, BumbleBee.” So Camarobot is really BumbleBee. He pulled a few boxing movies, punching invisible enemies.

            *Check on the rep yep second to none.*

            “So you’re my guardian huh?”

            A red light shot out towards BumbleBee, directed at his throat. “His vocal processors were damaged in battle. I’m still working on them…” BumbleBee coughed.

            I looked at each of the Autobots, eyes staying on the Camaro. “This makes that car wash look really perverted now…” Oops, that wasn’t supposed to come out. Stupid brain-to-mouth filter breakdown.

            BumbleBee looked smug, another song coming through his radio. *Baby I like it! I-i-I like it!* Oh my Goddess, we did not just go down that path. My hand made contact with my face. I’m just not going to talk, ever again.

            “Why are you here?” Mikaela looked up to Optimus.

            “We are looking for the All Spark. We must find it before Megatron does.”

            “Mega-what?”

            In response to Sam’s question, Optimus touched a finger to the side of his head, blue lights shining to the pavement.

            The ground fell away, with what looked like magma beneath. A few pieces broke off between Sam and Mikaela, splitting them apart. The entire section under me collapsed. I screamed, fearing falling far and fiery, before I was lifted into the air by the back of my shirt. I looked up to see Ironhide grinning, fingers pinched around my clothing. He settled me on his bed-sized hand. “Careful little one. It’s not as safe as you’d think.”

            “Thanks.” I turned back to the ‘show’, balancing on my hands and knees to look down.

            “Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just,” Metal columns flew out of the cracks, creating a metallic war zone. “until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons.” One mechanical being stood above all the rest, a spear positioned to throw at the bots below him.

            “Our war finally consumed the planet, and the All Spark was lost to the stars. Megatron followed it to Earth, where Captain Witwicky found him.” That Megatron was one creepy looking mugglehugger…

            “My Grandfather.”

            “It was an accident that intertwined our fates.” The scene turned to a frozen wasteland, a handful of men and a few dogs struggling to free an ice blocked ship. The dogs took off and started digging. The men followed and the ice started to break, Captain Witwicky, recognized by pictures in Sam’s house, falling through.

            “But Megatron crash-landed before he could retrieve the Cube. He accidentally activated Megatron’s navigation system. The location of the Cube was etched on his glasses.”

            “How’d you know about the glasses?” Mikaela called out.

            “eBay.”

            “…eBay…”

            “Sam!” I screamed to him. “I am so deleting that account as soon as we get back to your house!”

            “If the Decepticons find the All Spark,” Ratchet added, “they will use its power to transform Earth’s machines and build a new army.”

            Optimus stood to his full height. “And the human race will be extinguished. “Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth’s survival.”

            Ratchet looked to me as Ironhide lowered me back to the ground. “But you hold the key to another cause entirely.” He muttered. I just barely heard it 10 feet in the air. The others, humans that is, didn’t hear a thing.

            “Please tell me you have those glasses.” Mikaela pleaded.

~+~

            BumbleBee pulled in a small road near the Witwicky household, the rest of the Autobots quietly following. “Okay, I need you guys to stay here, and stay quiet.” Sam instructed, getting out of ‘Bee. Huh. ‘Bee. That’s cute, just like the car himself. Too adorable for words. Anywho, back on track. He pointed a finger at Mikaela and I, “Watch them.” then disappeared.

            “So…what now…?” I stood there and swung my arms back and forth. I could hear Sam babbling in the background. How do you ‘keep an eye’ on five alien robotic beings?

            Optimus transformed and stepped over the fence. Not good.

            “Wait!” Mikaela whispered-shouted, rushing after him. “Come back!” The other Autobots quickly followed their leaders lead.

            Shit.

            BumbleBee crouched by the corner of the house and peaked around it. I ran to him, shaking my head and arms flailing. I held my finger to my lips, the robot mimicking me, and pushed against his tall frame. Trying to get him out of sight. Thankfully, he moved.

            Sam successfully distracted his dad, and came running back to us, flailing like I was not moments ago. “What are you doing? I told you to stay! Stay over there; people are going to see you!” Optimus circled the flailing boy, stepping on back and on the fountain.

            “Oh, not the fountain!” I covered my eyes. Maybe it’ll all go away if I cover my eyes.

            “Sorry, my bad.” No such luck.

            Mojo came running out of the back door, to stop at Sam’s feet. Sam, who rounded on the only girls of the group. “You two were supposed to watch them!”

            “Have you ever tried babysitting 18 foot tall robots? They don’t like listening to little 5’7” me!” I gestured between myself and the looming aliens.

            Mikaela nodded. “They seem to be in a bit of a rush.”

            “Um Sam…” I pointed behind him. “I think you need to tame your crackhead dog. Now is not the time for male dominance issues.”

            Mojo now stood next to Ironhide, leg held poised in the air. Sam yelled ‘No!’ just as Mojo peed on Ironhide’s foot. “Of the robot!”

            Ironhide whipped his guns out, pointing them straight at my best friend holding his stupid dog. “You seem to have a rodent infestation. Shall I terminate?”

            “No, no, Ironhide! He’s not a rodent, he’s a Chihuahua!” I may think he’s a crackhead dog, but he’s cute and I love his crackheadedness. “We love Chihuahuas, don’t we?”

            “He leaked lubricants all over my foot.”

            “He did?” I gave Sam a terrified look. Sam threw ‘the finger’ at Mojo. “Bad. Bad Mojo!”

            Sam ran to the safety of his house. “Just go hide!”

            ‘Go hide’ must translate to ‘truck stop’ in Cybertronian, because as soon as the words left his lips, all the robots transformed and sat there.

            Waiting

            You better find those glasses quick Sam.

            Optimus rolled over to my Impala and sat there a few seconds before throwing open his passenger’s door. Me, being closest, figured it was an invitation to hop in. As soon as the door was closed, a series of clicks came through the speakers and Ratchet rumbled over.

            “Harlequin-“

            “Harle’s good too.”

            “…Harle…who does this car belong to?”

            My Impala? Well, Judy and Ron’s car was in the garage so I guess he means my Impala. “It’s mine. My Mom gave it to me, before she…before she left…”

            “That is no ordinary Earth-vehicle Harle.” Ratchet’s voice came through Optimus’ speakers. They must be some sort of com-link. Cool.

            “What do you mean? It’s just an old Impala. A classic, of course, but really, these things are popping up anywhere these day-“

            “No Harle.” Optimus said. “This is Fireblaze Prime. My sister. She left Cybertron during the war. She must have come to Earth and decided to stay. She always did like to explore new places…”

            Optimus seemed to have trailed off into his memories, so Ratchet took over.

            “This is the reason you are different from the other humans. The reason for that ‘tang’ surrounding you. Your Mother did not leave you; she changed into her alternate form and stayed that way.”

            “I…she…but why…here…never transformed…huh?” It’s official, all the craziness in my life has reduced my brain to mush.

            “She cannot transform,” Optimus sounded sad, “because she is dead. This car is just a husk of her former body.” Oh, yeah, sad. Now I was tearing up.

            “So I’m one of you guys? But I’m not big…or a robot…or transformy…”

            Ratchet continued. “That symbol on your chest is proof enough. It is the ‘American flag’ of the Autobots you could say. We each have one etched onto our skin in our holoforms, in different sizes and places.

            “This has never happened before in Cybertronian recorded history. From what I can gather, I believe your Mother conceived and carried you in her holoforms. Resulting in your human appearance. I would like to study this further, but for now I will let the news sink in.” the Hummer moved away.

            I sat in Optimus a bit longer until speaking again. “So does this make you my uncle? Uncle Optimus?”

            “If you wish it little spark. I would be glad to call you family.”

            “Yeah. That’d be nice. I’m…I’m gonna go…be…with my…Mom.”

            The door opened and I climbed out, we both had a lot to think about. I walked to my Impa-Mom, and climbed in. Sitting in the front seat, tears streaming down my face, I cracked. I screamed, and cried, and kicked, and slammed my hands against the dashboard.

            I stopped when I heard a pop. Opening my eyes, I was surrounded by a soft blue light, originating from my Autobot symbol. I whipped my eyes and looked around. The center of the steering wheel had opened up, a miniature metal arm holding out and envelope. I took it and split the seat; it was addressed to me and the blue glow was enough to read by.

  My Darling Harlequin, my lovely StarSearcher,

If you are reading this, than I am gone and the other Autobots have arrived. Only with them around would your spark have been able to sense this hiding place and open it. I came to Earth many years ago, hoping to help my brother win the war, and stop Megatron. But I was distracted. I met a man, Cal, and I loved him from the beginning. I was new to these human emotions and their intensity took me by surprise. I lost control and you were born. When I first held you, I knew I could not keep you, at least not for long. Somewhere deep in my spark I knew you would need a Cybertronian body, and unfortunately, Earth was in short supply. With no way of knowing when the other Autobots would arrive, and if they would even have a medical officer who would know what to do, I decided to leave you with your father, and his other daughter Mikaela. Your sister. I left a note, saying I couldn’t care for you and to give you the Impala, me, when you were old enough. Then I transformed for the last time, to make sure you, my little sparkling, would have exactly what you needed when the time was right. Always know that I love you and we will see each other again one day. Be strong StarSearcher. Follow your dreams and your spark; they will lead you true through the universe.

              A few tears hit the page, smudging the ink. I sniffed and stuffed the papers back in the envelope and slid it back in the tiny compartment. The steering wheel closed, the blue light faded. It was too much. An uncle, a mother, becoming a robot at some point in my future, driving around a dead body, an alien war, it was too much. I cleaned myself up and climbed out, headed for the Autobots. Optimus at least deserved to know.

            They were no longer vehicles, but crowding the house. The yard was absolutely destroyed and the entire neighborhood’s lights were out. What did they do?

            Judy was gonna be pissed.

            Optimus saw me and carefully lifted me to eye level.

            “She did it for me. She died so I could live. Apparently I will need a robot body at some point, don’t know when. But it was all for me…”

            Optimus nodded “Fireblaze would have done anything to protect her sparkling.”

            “And she called me StarSearcher.”

            “That would have been your Cybertronian name. But, living on Earth, you would have needed a human name as well.”

            “Well I like it. Where did Mikaela go?”

            “Inside to help Sam find the glasses.” Optimus lifted me further, until I was flush with the window. I toppled into the empty room, and decided to head downstairs. Sam’s room was more of a mess than usual, so I guess they already checked there. But first…I walked over to his computer and wiggled the mouse, bringing up his eBay page. I easily deleted it. No more random visitors from space thank you very much. We’ve had enough of that. I turned off the computer and left.

            “Sam?” I walked into the kitchen to see said boy throwing things around in search for his backpack. “Have you found the glasses yet?”

            He held them aloft. “Yes!” He crowed. “Now we have to get them to Opti-were you crying Harle?”

            “No!...Yes…I’ll tell you later.”

            Mikaela joined us in the kitchen. “Your Mom’s really nice.”

            Change of topic, good. That’s good. “Don’t you just love her.?”

            “I want you two to distract my parents. I’ll take the glasses to Optimus.”

            “Ronald Wikity?” We heard from the living room. Who is here at 11:30 at night. And who can’t even pronounce the household name?

            We ran into the room, a bunch of suit wearing men man-handling Ron and Judy. The man closet to Judy looked to us. “Is your name Sam?”

            “Yeah.”

            “You need to come with us.” The man came towards us and Judy went full blown mama bear.

            “You are not taking my son anywhere mister.” Mojo barked.

            Another man approached Mr. Thinks-He’s-In-Charge. Handing him some weird device he said “I think direct contact.” Mr. THIC looked shocked.

            “Son? Step forward please.” He frisked Sam with the device, causing it to beep like crazy. His eyes widened and he frisked Mikaela with the same device. Beeps.

            Next was me. The think beeped so much it started smoking and finally caught on fire. Mr. THIC dropped it and if eyes could get any wider, his surely did.