YOU WANT ME TO WHAT!?

"Oh, great. I'm surrounded by irrational old foagies. What do you glitchy hairdryers want?"

They strained themselves, working together, completely in sync, only to falter just out of reach of escape. Optimus cursed, desperately trying to reach it…and Fixit's resolve firmed.

Connected as they were, he realized what she was doing, but didn't move fast enough.

Fixit threw him forward, shoving him the last little bit needed for him to break free. His spark broke through the edge as he reached out desperately, grasping, trying to reach her-

Fixit stirred. "Ooohhh, my aching helm," she groaned. "Anyone kill the fraggin' battleship that ran me over?"

"Awaken, Fixit Drow. We have need of you," a chorus of voices resonated around her.

The Eradicon immediately decided she didn't like them. They sounded like a bunch of stuck-up old farts who were incapable of rational thought.

And lo and behold…she was right.

"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT!?"

She whimpered as she came back to consciousness. "Ow…"

Carefully, she rolled herself into a sitting position, clutching her helm in pain. Stupid slaggin' Primes who didn't give a frag about her health…

Looking around, she froze at the sight of trees surrounding her. Earth trees. Which meant…

Fixit's vents hitched as she curled up defensively, barely noticing the startled human that had just exited the barn she was leaning against.

"What the hell-!?"

The Eradicon sobbed, keening desperately as she realized the Primes hadn't been a hallucination. She really was trapped in a different universe, forced into babysitting Sam Witwicky until he fulfilled his destiny…

…she had lost everything once again.

Judy Witwicky stared at the giant robot, metal bat held in front of her defensively. Was it…crying?

She edged closer carefully, her protective instincts beginning to stir as she listened to the robot…grieve. It was, she had heard correctly, it sounded like it was grieving. But for what? And why?

"E-excuse me? Are you okay?" she called out hesitantly, prodding one leg with her bat when the robot didn't immediately respond. "Excuse me!"

"What!?" the robot snapped at her in a deep voice, shifting its leg away defensively.

Judy huffed. "There's no need to be so rude," she scolded, glaring up the purple and blue mass of metal. She was taken aback by the hollow, bitter laugh her words produced.

"I just lost everything I have ever cared about, again, for the second fraggin' time, and I don't know if I'll ever return! Right now, I couldn't care less about being fraggin' rude!" the robot snarled at her, hiccupping occasionally as it moved to lay on its side, burying its head in its hands. "Just…frag off. P-please. Let m-me m-mourn-n in p-peac-ce…"

"Oh, sweetie…" Judy lowered her bat, walking over to the robot's head. Carefully, she reached out and rubbed the warm dark purple metal gently. The robot shivered, moving slightly to look at her…and let out a miserable sob, one hand curling around a startled Judy to cradle her against its face.

"I w-want to g-go h-h-home," the robot whimpered, its hand shaking as it gently clung to the woman.

Judy's heart just melted. "Oh, sweetheart…come on, tell me all about it."

"…and, and I just, I finished the task Primus gave me, I helped them. So why didn't he stop them!? Why is he letting the Primes do this to me!? I just want to go home!"

Judy hugged Fixit around her neck as best she was able. The femme had told her everything…even the fact that she had once been human, too. The Eradicon had been bottling this up for too long, so when the human woman had asked, the cybertronian had ended up spilling everything as she finally cracked.

"…I don't know, sweetheart. But if you ever see this Primus man- er, mech- again, you tell me right away and I'll kick his ass for you!"

Fixit laughed shakily, carefully holding the woman against her chest. "I d-don't know how much damage you can do to a god, but…if anyone could do that, it's probably you…thank you."

"Of course, sweetheart. That's what family is for."

The femme choked, jerking her helm back to stare at Judy. "Y-you…what?"

She smiled serenely. "Well, you said the assholes told you to guard Sam Witwicky…and since I'm his mother, I declare that you are officially family now. And while you may not ever be able to return to your other home, you will always have one here with us. I promise."

She gaped at the woman wordlessly. That…that was…

Fixit started laughing, curling around Judy protectively as she struggled not to cry. "S-shouldn't you discuss this with your husband first before you ad-dopt me?"

"Nah, Ronnie'll understand eventually. Besides, after eight years of marriage, he knows I'm always going to surprise him somehow. He loves that about me…even if it also annoys the hell out of him at the same time."

The Eradicon just laughed harder, nuzzling her helm into the smug mother affectionately.

"YOU ADOPTED A GIANT ALIEN ROBOT FROM SPACE!?"

"I think she'll make an awesome godmother for Sam, don't you Ronnie?"

"THAT- WHAT- JUDY, GIANT ALIEN ROBOT FROM SPACE!"

"Technically, the proper term is 'mech,' or in Fixit's case, 'femme.'"

"WHAT PART OF GIANT ALIEN ROBOT FROM SPACE ARE YOU NOT GETTING!?"

"Um, if I'm causing problems, I can just leave…"

"Oh no sweetheart, there's no problem. You just go make yourself comfortable in the garage, okay?"

"NO, YOU DO NOT GO MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE! YOU GET OUT OF HERE, GET AWAY FROM MY FAMILY-!"

"RONALD WITWICKY! THAT IS NO WAY TO TREAT A GUEST, MUCH LESS FAMILY! YOU APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW!"

"But, Judy-!"

"RON!"

"…"

"…"

"…yes, ma'am."

Fixit had a very hard time keeping a straight face as Ron grumbled out an apology under Judy's disapproving glare.

A/N: And the first chapter of the sequel to 'Fixit' is up! Whoo!

And Fixit gets adopted by Judy Witwicky. I love that woman...